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shadowtriovibes · 1 year

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Hello,

Can you write some shameless pre-relationship Sebastian x mc flirting? Like pining, comparing hand sizes, teasing about height, all that cringe cute stuff! Just go off on that however you like!

hello anon!! here's a quick 1.5k pg-rated words for you because i'd just started a little drabble of MC working at j pippin's for the summer and it turned into two goofy teens in love 🥹

edit: i felt like this deserved a name so i'm calling it "the potioneer's apprentice" and i personally love a potion-loving MC characterization very much so i may return to this 'verse later on xoxo

"I happen to know that you can make a perfectly good batch of Wiggenweld yourself," you point out. Sebastian watches distractedly while you untie your hair, shaking it loose as it falls down to your shoulders. "W-well, yours is better," he insists. "Always has been, even Sharp said so." "It's even better now," you say proudly, pulling one of the bottles out of your bag to hand to him. "...You're not actually hurt, are you?" "No, just bored," he admits. "I wanted to see you."

Staring down at the order slip in your hands, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.

Mr. Sebastian Sallow Feldcroft Hamlet

x3 Wiggenweld x1 Focus x1 Felix Felicis

“Simple enough,” Parry Pippin says cheerfully, tucking a knut into the pocket of the postal owl that had just dropped off your latest order. “I’ll put together the Liquid Luck, I know that’s a tricky one.”

Bustling over to his potions station, he adds, “I trust brewing the Wiggenweld and Focus draughts should be no problem for you?”

“Of course,” you say, quickly tying up your hair before lighting a fire beneath the cauldron at your own station.

You’ve been an apprentice at J. Pippin’s Potions for just over a month, refining your potions skills over the summer break – and helping keep an eye on things in Hogsmeade. In that time, your brewing skills have improved significantly, and Parry is more than happy to pass on some of the simpler potions to you.

Attempting to be casual, you ask, “Will this be a delivery?”

“Oh, I should think so,” Parry confirms. “Though it’s not exactly my neck of the woods.”

“Would you like me to drop it off?” you offer hopefully.

“How about this,” Parry offers. “I’ll send you down to the hamlet to drop these off, and then you can call it a day.”

“Thank you, Mister Pippin,” you say with a grin.

Your boss smiles approvingly as you carefully pour some horklump juice into your cauldron, precisely tapping the side of the bottle as he’d taught you.

“Besides,” he says cheekily. “I think this is the third time this month that young mister Sallow has ordered from my shop and requested delivery, even though Fatimah’s shop is much closer.”

You nearly spill the entire bottle.

“Any idea why a Hogwarts student on summer break would need so many potions?” Parry asks, smirking to himself as he pours some lacewing flies into his cauldron.

“W-well, I – I suppose he could be clumsy,” you mumble unconvincingly. “O-or stocking up, perhaps. We’ve got N.E.W.T. classes next term, some of these spells are quite challenging, a-and the beasts, we’ve got Grindylows to examine, you know how they bite…”

You trail off feebly, blushing a bright red. The Wiggenweld potion in your cauldron signals its completion with a puff of smoke, offering a welcome distraction.

“Aye, of course,” Parry murmurs, sounding very much like he doesn’t believe you in the slightest. “In any case, as soon as you finish that Focus potion I’ll send you on your way.”

Quickly ladling three portions of Wiggenweld into Parry's glass vials, you scrub out your cauldron and prepare the last draught, wrinkling your nose at the smell of dugbog tongue. Once it starts to smoke and bubble, you measure out a generous portion and collect the Felix Felicis from your boss, tucking the lot into your satchel.

“Please thank young Sebastian for his order, and tell him I said good day,” Parry tells you with a wink. “And to kindly stop pilfering my apprentice so often.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply sheepishly.

Outside the shop, you trek outside the boundaries of Hogsmeade to hop onto your broom and head south toward Feldcroft. It had been more than a week since you’d seen Sebastian, which felt like an eternity compared to how often you saw him during the school year.

One month into your break and you feel like a simpering wreck.

You miss him like crazy – not that you’d tell him like that, of course. He’s your closest friend, and the two of you have been through so much together in the past two years. You aren’t about to ruin it by confessing that you’re hopelessly in love with him.

—

Sebastian is not moping.

And even if he was, why shouldn’t he mope? He’s alone, it’s swelteringly hot in the hamlet and he hasn’t seen his best friend in a week.

He’s bored, and when Sebastian gets bored, he gets creative.

Really, it’s almost too easy to summon you to Feldcroft. All it took was a quick trip to see the owl post stand and another superfluous order for some potions (with a little bit of Liquid Luck thrown in on a whim), and he knew you’d arrive by the time the heat broke.

He conveniently manages to be tending to his small garden when you touch down beside the Sallow home, his sleeves rolled up past his elbows while he pats some dirt around a sprig of fluxweed.

“Sallow?” You call out teasingly. “I have an order here for Sebastian Sallow?”

“Must be a lazy bloke, ordering all those Wiggenwelds instead of making them himself,” he answers, sitting back on his heels and wiping some sweat away from his brow with the back of his wrist. “Or perhaps just daft.”

“I happen to know that you can make a perfectly good batch of Wiggenweld yourself,” you point out.

Sebastian watches distractedly while you untie your hair, shaking it loose as it falls down to your shoulders.

“W-well, yours is better,” he insists. “Always has been, even Sharp said so.”

“It’s even better now,” you say proudly, pulling one of the bottles out of your bag to hand to him. “...You’re not actually hurt, are you?”

“No, just bored,” he admits. “I wanted to see you.”

If Ominis were here, he’d likely pick up on how those words make your heart race a little faster, but mercifully, Sebastian does not.

“Here I am,” you say. “And I’m all yours for the day, Mister Pippin gave me the rest of the day off.”

“Oh, really?” he replies, brushing some stray dirt off of his trousers as he stands up. “Whatever could we get up to with an entire afternoon?”

You blink in surprise as he stands, realizing for the first time that Sebastian has gotten taller.

“What?” he asks, catching your gaze.

“You’ve grown,” you say dumbly. “I – I mean, you’re tall.”

“Am I?” he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Perhaps you’re just short.”

“I am not short,” you protest, following Sebastian as he leads the way into the old Sallow home.

It feels different now, obviously. Less like a family home and more like a chaotic bachelor pad, Sebastian’s strewn-about books and haphazard notes covering up a distinct lack of coziness.

It’s only for the summer, Sebastian had told you the first time you’d seen it.

(You know he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go anymore, what with the Gaunt household becoming more toxic by the day. You wouldn’t be surprised to find Ominis squatting there as well by the time July rolls around.)

“You’re practically pocket-sized,” Sebastian teases, closing the door behind you to keep some of the midday sun out. “I think it’s why you’re so powerful – it’s concentrated, your magic.”

You scoff and shove at his shoulder, wondering to yourself when he became so broad.

It had only been a few weeks since school had let out, hadn’t it? And suddenly Sebastian was walking around in a man’s body, one you were sure wasn’t there in Charms class in May. Or maybe it was, hiding beneath his suit jacket and his robes…

You blink rapidly to clear your head.

“Um. Your potions,” you mumble, pulling the rest of the bottles out of your satchel and placing them on the front room table.

Then you can’t help but ask, “What’s the Felix Felicis for?”

“Not sure yet,” Sebastian admits. “But I’m sure it will come in handy at some point.”

You hum under your breath, picking up the delicate vial and examining it in the light.

“Hand it over,” Sebastian demands with a laugh. “I don’t like the way you’re looking at that bottle, I know what temptation looks like on your face.”

Blushing, you place the vial in his outstretched hand, letting your own hand linger a beat too long. Sebastian quickly catches your wrist, turning your hand palm-side up.

“Merlin’s beard, your hand is small,” he observes.

“Not this again,” you groan.

“I’m being serious, you hold your wand with this tiny thing?” he jokes. “Poor Ollivander had his work cut out for him.”

“Let’s see yours, then,” you insist, holding your hand up to him. “Go on.”

Sebastian presses his palm against yours and you raise your eyebrows. His hand dwarfs yours to the degree that he could wrap the tips of his fingers overtop yours if he wanted to.

“See?” he says, his voice suddenly much quieter in the empty home. “Tiny.”

“And yet I can still beat you in a duel,” you retort, trying to calm your racing heart.

Just like that, the tension in the room dissolves away and Sebastian lights up.

“A duel, hmm?” he echoes. “Is that an offer?”

“Seriously? That’s what you want to do today?” you laugh. “It’s thirty degrees outside and you want to duel?”

“We could practice on the training dummies,” he offers hopefully. “You know you want to.”

…Damn him, he’s right.

“Fine,” you relent. “But if I sweat through this chemise, it’s your head, Sallow.”

Sebastian tries very hard to not think about you in a sweat-soaked white shirt as you lead him back outside, and if he trips over the doorframe on his way out, he’s happy to let you continue to assume it’s just his clumsy streak.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #requests #my fic

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whorrorbellee · 2 months

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STEVE HARRINGTON MUST DIE:FOUR

Its been a year since someone spread a rumour to you school that you've sucked off half the football team in one night. one year of catcalls, one year of graffitied lockers and bullying, so when you find out his majesty king Steve is behind the rumour its time to take drastic action against him. warnings!:drug use, kissing, blood, the use of the word slut King!Steve x reader chapter three master list

CHAPTER FOUR: Sometime in early may

You fling the door open. Bottle of vodka in your hand, bag over your shoulder, you peer down at Steve who has his hands in his pocket.

“Do i-”

“Yeah you look, great” Steve answers immediately.

You smile, “-need a coat?”

‘Oh um no you're fine” Steve scratches the back of his neck as you follow him down the steps to his burgundy BMW. The ride is quiet but you feel his gaze against you on the road. You pull up to the hagen household, the house is big, it's almost overwhelming, contemporary, black wooden slanting walls feel nightmarish. You feel Steve's hand on the small of your back and you follow him up the steps, he doesn't bother to knock, instead opening the door and shouting, “HERE!”,after a beat he assumes they're all in the garden. You follow him into the sleek kitchen, he grabs two glasses out letting you pour vodka in both before adding cola. You take a sip of the drink, it's strong and burns the back of your mouth, but you're used to it. He grabs your arm and pulls you into the back garden.

There's a hot tub and a small swimming pool, they sit by the lit open fire, six of the chairs are taken up leaving small plush rattan that you could barely call a sofa. Steve basically throws himself into the chair and you squish yourself into the side of him he stretches his arm behind your body and pulls your waist close to his body, your eyes widen and Carol notices.

“What are you prude?” she laughs.

Steve takes a sip of his drink watching you intensely “No! I've sucked like 20 cocks, remember?” you smile, chewing on your spit. Steve chokes, and Billy slaps his knee and laughs. Nicole glares at you.

“Huh, Steve was right! You are funny, why haven't we hung out this whole time?” Carol asks.

“Oh, probably because you're a bunch of assholes?” you suck your bottom lip in and release it, Steve gives you a look and you laugh “im kidding”

“Oh haha, yeah I got that! well Steve definitely an upgrade from you last girlfriend”

You feel him tense, “ I brought weed, if anyone wants it?” you smile, pulling out two pre rolled joints, you shake the ziplock bag, “puff puff pass?” the group nods and you light the first joint, breathing it in twice before passing it to your left, Nicole. She chokes on the smoke and you hand her a drink smiling.

“How did you meet Eddie?” Laurie asks.

“I was in detention for calling Mr Smith a cunt and then they nearly caught us smoking weed on school grounds so that kinda cemented our friendship.”

“I thought you two were like, dating for ages,” Laurie laughs, she has the joint now, she takes one long drag and passes it to Steve.

“Oh! Same, I think you would be good together!”

“Oh god no, he's pretty in love with the bartender at the hideaway, i mean we kissed once but it was horrible”

“You get into the hideaway?” Steve scoffs.

You turn to him “yeah our band plays there so no I.D! '' You breathe in the thick smoke of the joint as he blows it into your face, almost a nod to last Friday.

He hands you the joint and you do the same, leaning into your hand, elbow pressed against your thigh, you feel his eyes on you, you pass the joint back to Nicole who shakes her hand a ‘no’ Billy grabbing it instead.

“Who wants to go swimming?” Hagen humours.

You assume the girls hadn't already changed into their swimsuits as they head in the house, you watch the boys strip off their clothes and follow. Steve drinks in your curves, clad in an all black two piece swimsuit, you bend over to shove your clothes in your back, taking out a cigarette you light it quickly, Steve turns to you “ can i have one?” you nod, take a puff and then choose to slot your cigarette in between his lips, you grab another pressing it against your lips, you look at him , grabbing his chin and pushing your cigarette against his. You breathe in and watch it spark, Steve fixes his eyes on your lips and you pull apart.

You sit next to the pool with your drink, feet dangling in the water, it's cool against your skin in the summer night's heat, and Steve settles beside you.

“Why do you hang around with them?” you ask.

“What do you mean?"

“They're kinda assholes, i'm pretty sure carol wants to sleep with billy and laurie hates me because she's into you” you reply, you kick the water with your feet and watch it ripple.

“She's not into me”

“Oh steve” you pat his bare shoulder “give her a wink and watch her blush”

He eyes you up and down, his cigarette hangs loosely between his teeth.

“Okay”, he looks towards the door and your eyes follow, Laurie appears in a bright pink one piece swimsuit, Steve grins at her and winks and you watch her push her hair back and smile, and then she looks at you and it fades suddenly.

“Damn two birds with one stone, I told you!” you sing out.

“She doesn't like me”

You look at him scoffing, you're caught off guard as he pushes you in the pool, head dunking straight under, you immediately surface the water, hands pushing your hair and water off your face. You look at him angry as he just laughs.

“Dick” you splash him. He flinches as the water hits his skin.

“Hey! Watch the hair”

You swim over to the edge of the pool, reaching your hand out over asking to be helped out the pool.He gives in hand clasping yours but before he knows it, you're using all your force to pull him into the water with all your force. He hits that water, chlorine splashing in your face,he pulls up for air, arms hitting the water to splash you, you hide against your arms smiling, throwing yourself onto his body to push him under the water.

He grabs onto your waist and pulls you under with him, you kick at the water, both of you emerging, You gasp for air still in his grasp. His eyes trace your face, his breath fanning across your face, a droplet of water catches a loose hair and drops on to your forehead

And you have to remind yourself what he's really doing but it's too late because you're already letting him kiss you, his hand against the nape of your neck in your soaking wet hair and you thumb at his cheek as he pushes his mouth closer to yours, his hand grasps at your leg under the water, you wrap it around his hip and pull him closer, snaking an arm around his neck, water drips down your face, catching in your eyelashes, you feel his teeth bash against yours as he licks into your mouth, you would almost be disgusted with yourself if it didn't feel this good, you feel him smile into the kiss as you part, eyes raw with chlorine, he stares at you with half lidded eyelashes, you pant against him.

He brushes your hair back from your skin as you light the second joint, you're practically smothered underneath his big fluffy white towel as if you had forgotten your own. The others are still in the hot tub and it's about nine in the evening, the sun begins to set.

“ I do have other friends, you know.” he states.

“ I believe that” you nod at him

“It's Eddie, he's my friend” his hands raise, palms facing the sky and you drink him, his eyes are closed, as he lays bare back against the grass.

“You're not friends with Eddie." you cock your head to the side.

“Yeah I am, we talk, he comes to my parties.”

“To sell weed”you speak bluntly, the joint hangs out of your mouth and he grabs it, inhaling the drug.

“Hey! i asked him for advice the other day” he wags his finger at you, leaning back down on the grass.

Your lips part, intrigued. “What advice?”you ask, you shift slightly on the grass, the bright white towel falling to the left slightly.

He pulls himself up on his elbow readjusting the towel for you “about this girl i like, she's pretty cool, kinda hates me”

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he smiles coyly at you. “ Well if she hates you, why do you like her ?” he smiles at you hand grasping at your cheek, you down at him, his eyes staring at your own, and ass you move into kiss him.

“SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN”your head flicks to the side to catch the words Tommy just shouted, you groan and Steve laughs, pulling you up from the grass as you both head inside.

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#st5 #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things but not strange #steve harrington #stranger things #king steve x reader #eddie munson

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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"Y/N! Lane! My office now." Perry White inside voice yelled at them. The bullpen was a hush of whispers and giggles as Lois threw her hair back in a dramatic fashion and walked towards Perry's office, heels clacking against the floor as Y/N followed her.

So many things were going through his mind right now and he was sure he was going to be fired on the spot and Lois was just the witness that could tell everybody when it was over. Y/N stood awkwardly as Perry looked at them. "Y/N. Lane. I just read both your puff pieces on Superman and I had to tell which one is going to end up on the front page of the paper."

Lois smiled victoriously as she shot Y/N a cocky look. Lois was the only person who wrote about Superman. Sure, she wrote about other topics, but writing about Superman was her superpower. She was good at it and no one could challenge her. Or so she thought.

"Lane. As always a solid foundation on the Man of Steel. Some of your best work."

"Thanks, chief."

"However, I like Y/N's better." Perry said.

"What?!" Y/N wasn't sure who was more shocked. Him or Lois.

"But Chief, you said mine was some of my best work." Lois protested.

"And it is, but I ran your stories by some of our sampler readers and they prefer to hear a man's side of it. A male perspective on hanging out with Superman. Or in this case, 'My date with Superman.'"

"Mr. White that's supposed to say, 'My hanging out with Superman.' It's not the title I wrote for my story." Y/N told him.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is you're now on the Superman stories and Lane….. I'll find you another spot. Cool? Dismissed."

Y/N and Lois walked out of the office as they closed the door behind them as she glared at Y/N. "Don't think this is going to last, Y/N. You're a one trick pony. You'll never know Superman like I do." She walked off as Mr. Kent came up to Y/N.

"Did I miss something?"

"Oh, only just Mr. White promoting me to write stories about Superman from now on instead of Lois."

"Ooh, she's not going to be happy for the rest of the day."

"You're telling me."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #superman x male reader #superman #clark kent x male reader #clark kent #henry cavill x male reader #henry cavill #man of steel #lois lane #perry white

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darksaiyangoku · 3 months

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RWBY Winter Tales

Witch of the Shadows

Blake walked along the path with her familiar, a shadow cat named Fergus. In the City of Vale, there were rumours of a Demon Knight that would appear during the blizzard and slay any unsuspecting travellers. She couldn't stand monsters like that and she agreed to hunt it down in exchange for a weekend at the Library of Forbidden Tomes. There was a treasure kept inside that was far more valubale than any gold in Remnant. Blake shivered violently as she stumbled in the snow.

Fergus; Are you sure you can handle yourself in this weather, my lady?

Blake: O-Of c-c-course. I-I-I'm perfectly f-f-fine.

For several more minutes, the two of them kept trudging along and all the while, the snow became thicker. Blake started to feel her feet soak with each step and it was making her uncomfortable. Unfortunately, she didn't know any fire spells to warm herself up. Fergus shook his head, disappointed in his mistress' lack of forsight.

Fergus: Tsk tsk tsk.

Blake: S-Shut up. A-Anyway, are we in the r-right area yet?

Fergus: We need to go further left. According the citizens of Vale, the Demon Knight's stronghold should be right over here. *runs*

Blake: What the- Fergus, get back here!

Blake tried to run after her familiar, but the deep snow was restricting her movement. She was struggling to keep up and the snowfall was becoming heavy, obscuring her vision. Suddenly, she tripped over what felt like a loose branch and ended up falling down a steep hill.

Blake: Agh!! Ow! *rubbing her head* Damn it! *turns around* Huh?

Blake was flabbergasted. In front of her was a small, decrepit stone house and on the windows were torn flags of a forked Imp. This couldn't possibly be the home of a demon, could it? Blake tried her best to stand up and, grabbing her wand, carefully walked inside.

It wasn't what she had expected at all. The inside of the house looked like a common living room. There was a table, a few broken chairs and a bookshelf. Sitting on a dusty bench was a young man stroking away at Fergus, who trilled delightfully. He had blonde hair, deep sapphire eyes and wore torn white tunic. His most distinguished feature, however, were his horns. He was a demon. Blake shook her head. She couldn't just attack him. Fergus didn't appear to be in any danger and he didn't look like he was a knight either.

Blake: Um, hello?

Demon boy: Huh? Oh. Hello there, witch. I didn't hear you come in. Why is it that you've come here?

Blake: Um... well, I... *lowers wand* I was sent to investigate the reports of a Demon Knight who was attacking unsuspecting travellers. I-I hate to ask, but do you know anything about it?

Demon boy: *shakes head* No, I don't. I was exiled from the Demon Knights 3 months ago.

Blake: Oh... I'm sorry.

Demon boy: It's okay. To be honest, they were a bunch of dicks anyway. By the way, is this your cait familiar?

Blake: Yeah, his name's Fergus. *snaps fingers* Return to me.

Fergus disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Blake: Anyway, I know you're not a member of the Demon Knights anymore. But did you at least hear anything about the attacks?

Demon boy; Hmmm, if it was attacks on humans, I think I might know one in particular. His name is Cardin and he's... well, infamous is putting it lightly.

Blake: Why exactly is he infamous?

Demon boy: Put it this way, even among demons, he's quite brutal. No one escapes an encounter with him intact. He truly is a monster.

Blake: I see. *grips wand* I hate to ask, but would you help me in finding him?

Demon boy: Well, my combat skills are a little rusty. *stands up* But if you need my help, then I will gladly lend you my services.

Blake: Thank you, Mr...?

Jaune: Jaune Arc. *smiles*

Blake didn't know why, but seeing him smile made her heart flutter a little.

Jaune: Now then, *stands up* why don't you sit down and I'll get some dinner ready.

Blake: O-Oh no no no no, I couldn't possibly-

Jaune: Don't be silly, you just came in from the cold. A hot meal will do you some good. The kitchen's not perfect, but I can whip up something real nice. Do you like tuna?

Blake: YES! I mean- uh, tuna is good.

Jaune: Two tuna steaks with asparagus and mashed potatoes coming right up. *goes into the kitchen*

Blake's stomach grumbled as she heard the sound of pots, pans and the sizzling of the fish. Drool dripped from her mouth as the buttery scent touched her nose. She smiled excitedly. Maybe she had finally found the one.

#rwby #rwby winter tales #rwby au #witches #magic #blake belladonna #jaune arc #cardin winchester #knightshade #rwby knightshade #knightshade rwby #blake x jaune #jaune x blake #jaune arc x blake belladonna #blake belladonna x jaune arc #demons dragons and magic

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ayekittyk4t · 1 year

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i got a box you can put all your lies in | till dawn (here comes the sun)

♱ Desc: Your Ex-Boyfriends father asks why you two broke up. When you give in and tell him, he shows you what you’d been missing all along.

♱ Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x AFAB! Reader

♱ Content: Smut…

♱ Content Warning: Unestablished Relationships, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Age gap, Degradation, No Prep, Slapping (Face, Ass), Chokehold (bc it’s toji duh), Fingers Sucking, Names (Sweetheart, slut, whore), might be more just lmk

♱ Word Count: 3423

a/n wrote this on a whim like most of my fics. but i love toji sm but i realized i only have one fic of him. this is also me kinda manifesting this irl ;) playing playing. but this is so basic,bc there’s so many tojixreaders like this but reader is always sad. so i made her not emo here 💅🏻

“So you broke my son's heart.”

Mr Fushiguro spoke in a hoarse voice standing with the door to his home halfway open. The rain is pouring outside, and you're soaked from your feet up after walking from your car to the front steps of your now Ex- Boyfriend’s home. Cold droplets of water drip off your skin and dampen your clothes, you’re shivering from the wetness.

The comment took you by surprise. It was somewhat true. Mostly true. However, to be told this by your Ex’s father wasn’t really ideal.

“I-I don’t think so.” You choke on your own tongue, not sure of how to respond to such a comment.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and a faint smirk displays itself on Mr Fushiguros scared lips. He licks them, and puffs his chest out, running his hand through his dark locks.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart.” He addressed you by a nickname that’s never slipped off his tongue. Or if it has, you didn’t recall the moment. “I’ll get you stuff. That’s what you're here for, right?” The door opens wider, and he’s moved waiting for you to enter.

“Mr Fushiguro, I can wait outside. It’s ok.”

“You want to wait in the rain?”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and tilts his head forward to you. Mr Fushuguro towers over you as he takes a step to size you up and down. You’re wearing a now see through long sleeve with no sweater.

“Yes.”

“No, come in, you're soaked.” He waves his hand, and as docile as you are, you listen and take a step into the Fushiguro home.

It was strange walking into a home you know you were no longer welcome into with open arms. You hadn’t come in a few weeks after your break up with Megumi. Of course, it smelt the same, looked the same, and provided you with that warmth you always liked so much of your Ex-Boyfriend’s household.

It smelt of musky sandalwood and firewood, and the occasional intoxicating booze. The lighting was low, always making you sleepy, and it was furnished so minimally.

“Take a seat, I’ll go grab your things.” The heavy front door shuts, and the locks on the door click loudly. You take a seat into the plush dark brown leather couch, and watch as Mr Fushiguro disappears from your view walking into a dark hallway.

Turning, you face the burning fire and slide yourself off the couch to get closer to the warmth. You wipe the droplets of water off with your sleeve and push the wet hair off your face, trying to make yourself presentable in the slightest.

“You know,” Mr Fushiguros booming from the hallway shakes you. Then he begins, this time lowering his voice a bit, “He had so much of your stuff.”

You find yourself stuck looking at the sight of the fire. The burning embers, orange and red flames striking high and the crack of wood. After a few seconds, you turn back to find Mr Fushiguro standing over you with a box full of your belongings.

He looks down upon you, kneeling and looking up at him like a lost puppy. Mouth agape, eyes big and lashes fluttering.

“So why’d it end?” He breaks the silence, walking away from you to take a seat on his couch. He placed the box in his lap and ran his fingers along the pages of a book you let your boyfriend borrow.

“Um,” You pause. This wasn’t a appropriate discussion to have with your Ex-Boyfriend’s dad, you thought. “We mutually agreed to it.”

Mr Fushiguro snorted, spreading his legs wider and leaning into the couch more.

“Bullshit.” He looks you into your eyes. They're a dark, enticing green. You’ve never seen a color like them before.

“E-excuse me?”

“I said that’s bullshit.” You blink hard from his comment. Ripping your eyes away from his. What was he saying? Why was he saying such things? This is the most he’s interacted with you, ever, and just now he becomes an entirely different person.

He moved the box off his lap, taking a hold of the book. It was then you noticed how tight his black long sleeve was and how nice and fitted his gray sweatpants were on the swell…

God, what were you thinking?

Mr Fushiguro skims through a few pages of the book, inhaling a whiff of that new book smell. Then, he reaches into the box and looks at all your belongings.

“You’ve got some real personal stuff in here, Kid.”

“Hey!” You straighten from your slouch and scramble up, “Can I have my box now please?”

He looks at you still one your knees, pulling the box closer to his chest, “Tell me the truth, then I will give the box to you.” His tone is stern and his voice is strong.

“I already told you the truth, Mr Fushiguro.”

“Toji.”

“What?” You asked.

“Call me Toji. You keep calling me Mr Fushiguro.” He says, mocking your whiny voice.

“I already told you the truth, Toji.” This time you address him by Toji, and say his name with venom on your tongue. You were becoming irritated by Tojis childish antics.

“Mm, no, I don’t believe you did.” He looks into your eyes and squints, shaking his head lightly before digging back into the box.

“Woah, how obscene.” He mumbles under his breath, just enough for you to hear. And he flips it towards you, showing the a polaroid in his hand, and you find your naked breasts on full display.

“Toji, no-”

“All you have to do is tell me the truth.” He looks back towards you, wide grin on his face.

“I said it was mutual.” You protest, not noticing how you crawled closer to him.

“Huh, guess I’ll keep looking then.”

“No!” You shout, “I’ll tell you, Toji! Just please stop looking.” You beg, looking up to him with frustration and eyes watering.

“H-He,” You begin, leaning away from Toji, “He didn’t please me sexually.”

You look away from him, and down into your lap. Nervously, you play with your fingers. Cracking them and rubbing the center of your palm with your thumb. Just doing anything but looking into his eyes.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of the crackling fire and heavy raindrops on the window.

“Why is that?” Toji asks, this time his voice is much softer.

It wasn’t right to go into detail. This was your Ex-Boyfriends father for Christ's sake. Though, it all had just felt right to do so at the moment.

“I wanted him to be more aggressive.” You begin, lifting your head to look at him, “He treated me like a delicate little fawn. Like I was going to break even if he pinched me, pushed me, added more pressure.”

The tone of your voice changed from a struggling whine to complete annoyance.

“And I’m not some porcelain doll, I’m human.” In seconds you're already throwing your hands up, “And at first, I thought it was because he was shy and quiet, then maybe he’d eventually open up to me. But that time never came, Toji. I waited so long for it, and still, everything was so gentle with him.”

When you laid your eyes back into Tojis eyes, his face was straight. He has no emotions displayed.

“So you’re a pain slut?”

“Toji!”

“Am I wrong?” He questions you, tilting his head to the side and bringing himself down to you. He watches as you try to collect yourself. You’re in shock, but he noticed the tinge of redness on your cheekbones.

“You like it rough? You like to be hit? You like to be hurt?” He says the last words with so much bitterness, his breath fanning over your face from how close he was. No matter how much you tried to look away, to pull yourself away, you just couldn’t.

“You’re a fucking masochist.”

You don’t know what it was, but it seemed like that word may have been it. That nine letter and three syllable word. Masochist. And you fucking lost it.

You pull him in, arms around his neck and kiss him hard. At first you, he doesn’t reciprocate the favor, but then, his lips meet yours in a similar aggressiveness. You’re pulling him foward, devouring the taste of his mouth.

Soon, he follows your movements, meeting you on the floor. His arms wrap around your body. So big and strong that he lifts you, and slams you onto the floor. Your head barely misses the chimney, and back aching from the strength.

He rips away from your lips, kneeling in his knees to look at you on the floor. The orange glow of the fire reflects of your face, and your chest rises and falls intensely. His hands meet at your waist, squeezing and pulling.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He pushes your damp shirt up, exposing your belly, “You’re no delicate doll now.”

Tojis lips are on yours again, harsh and hot with fervor. He between your legs now, your knees spread wide and his body. You try to mimic his movements but he’s just too strong for you. Panting, you open your mouth, and turn your head away, Toji uses the moment to trail kisses from you jaw to your neck. His hot tongue traces small circles on your skin. Looking down, you catch his dark green orbs on yours. He flashes you a smile, then bites down on your skin.

You moan, throwing your head back and arching your back to Toji. Your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Once you open your eyes, you catch a glance of a family portrait. Guilt seeping into your skin at the sight.

“I don’t think,” He’s moved lower to your collarbone, and bites down again, “Fuck, I don’t think this a good idea.”

He doesn’t stop his movements, only getting closer and closer to your cleavage. Toji looks into your eyes, then looks in your directions.

“You now realize it when I’m about to put my mouth on your tits?” He questions you.

The picture was a portrait of the two when Megumi was just and little boy and Toji a young man. You cant look away, your eyes glued to it.

“Look at me,” Tojis rough hand meets your jaw harshly, squeezing your cheeks and pulling you away to look at him, “What do you want?”

Time seems to stop when he asks you the question. What did you want? It didn’t take a lot of time for you to come to a conclusion of what you wanted. You wanted him. In you, around you, on you. You wanted Toji.

“Fuck me, Toji.” You softly say, “I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t worry about hurting me, just do it.”

He doesn’t waste time, ripping your clothes off in swift movements. And in a few moments you're laid naked in front him and his hands trails and the plains of skin all across your body. You ache for more, gyrating your hips in the slightest to gain some relief.

“Shit, you’re really fucking horny for it aren’t you?” His hand reaches the hem of your panties, playing with the small little rose of the center of them. Rapidly, he pinches the hem between his thumb and pointer and yanks them off. You hear a tear, instinctively your hands reach out to his, falling from your reach as he pulls your panties down your legs.

An intense throbbing from your cunt sends your entire body into a fierce shake. It was so apparent, that Toji took it upon himself to reach out two of fingers down towards your cunt. He rubs them along slick cunt and collects the unbelievable amount of juices you’ve leaked onto him by such a simple movement.

“Yea, so fuckin’ wet.”

You reach down, trying to get your dainty fingers on your clit to increase the pleasure but he’s fast. He catches you, and pins both your hands above your head with just one of his.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Slut?” His voice is nasty, and his name to address you is so vulgar. His displeasemenf with your actions drips off his tone and his face.

“You said you wanted it rough. And I’ll give you exactly that if that slutty cunt of yours can't wait.”

Fear seeps in your gut. You should stop. Megumi could home any second, catch you two in the act and not only hate you, but his own father. It wasn’t right, it was so wrong. You didn’t need anyone to tell you that except your own conscience. But, oh, how good did everything that was wrong feel so blissful. Though, not only the fear of being caught make your stomach churn, but also the capability of the man above you.

The capability of the man who was now reaching into his sweats and stroking his throbbing cock. Pulling the length out, and your eyes widen at the sight. The thick, veiny and big. The tip of it is angry, burning red, exposing you to how much he wanted to do this too.

Your wrists hurt from the heavy weight being put on them, pushing and squeezing, keeping you put. You try to wiggle them free, but it was no use. You just wanted to touch him, feel him. You bet he felt so good.

“Hey, look at me.” Toji nudges your face hard.

You look into his eyes, and somehow they darkened.

“Watch it stretch you out.”

So you do.

You watch as the thick head of his cock, teases your clit, rubbing and mixing his precum along your slick. Toji does a good job of containing everything, as you twitched at the acting and whimpered.

“Feels so good.”

“I bet it fuckin’ does.” He thrusts in without a warning. You scream, tense and squeezing him so tight. Arching you back, you try your best to calm yourself. Breath, relax, accept the hurt.

He pushed his full length into your tight cunt, and tries to deepen himself in you as much as he could. Spreading your legs wide with his free hand, he watches how furrowed your eyebrows were and how you bite your lip, then pulls out and does the same.

Toji fucks you hard. Mumbling obscenities and pulling the full length of his cock out your cunt, just to shove it back in. He fills you with that pleasurable pain with each and everyone of his thrusts.

It makes you loose your mind. You become lost in the pleasure, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. Putting on a show for him. Showing him how beautiful you can be with his cock fucking into your nice and rough.

He's restless, animalistic, pushing you up against the carpet with each thrust, and it scratches your bare body. Large huffs of air vibrate in his chest and fall past his scarred lips as groans.

“Look at me.” He growls and demands you. And despite how scary he sounded, you just couldn’t. The pit of shame in your belly grew and everything felt so good, looking him in his eyes would just worsen the feeling and make you cum too fast.

Toji didn’t like your disobedience though.

“Listen to me, Whore.” He slaps you, your eyes shooting open and moaning the loudest you ever have in your life. Below him, you twitch, and he feels you squeeze around his cock.

“Ah, fuck, you like that, huh?”

“Mhm,” You gyrate your hips to intensify your pleasure.

“Yes or no.” He punctuates each word with harsh thrusts.

“Yes, I fucking love it.”

And in one swift movement, Toji rips himself out of you to flip you over. Your legs are weak, not allowing you to hold yourself up straight so quickly. Toji has no pantience, using his own strenght to wrap his arms around your waist and lift your ass up to him.

“Yea, you like that?” He slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle and squeezes. You jolt, arching your back from the sting and trying to gain balance on your hands, but Toji pushes you back down, You rest your head on your forearm, nails digging into the stone fireplace.

He spreads your asscheeks to watch your cunt clench around nothing, then without a warning, he shoves himself back in. You moan a long Fuck, the vertebrae down the collin of your spine protrude at the arch of your back.

The obscenities just roll of his tongue so casually and he fucks you so good you almost forget he was your Exs dad. You almost forget how old he is. You almost forget you can so easily get caught in the act.

Your elbows rub against the carpet, getting scraped and hot from the aggressiveness of Tojis hips flushed against your ass. You can't help yourself, pushing your ass back to meet his movements and feeling deeper inside you.

“Oh, you feel so good. Squeezing me nice and tight.” He laughs wickedly, one hand squeezing your hip, piercing your skin with his blunt fingernails. You feel his other hand snake down your back, and grab some hair from the scalp and pull.

You bareback meets his clothed chest, hands rambling for a hold to balance yourself. You latch into his shirt behind you, gripping it and stretching the material with your grasp.

Toji picks a leg up, and fucks into you. He pulls your head into the crook of his neck, and you feel his heavy breath all over your face. He smelled so good. Like fig and booze. It was intoxicating, making you ache all over.

You press your lips together, holding in your moan, humming in bliss instead. But he wants you out loud, it motivates him. He nudges your cheek with two fingers, but when that doesn’t work, he lays a hard slap on your face and your mouth drops open in a moan.

“Suck.” Two fingers dig into you mouth, you instinctively gag. Toji feels your cunt tighten around him again. He rubs your tongue, and you wrap your lips around two thick fingers. Tasting what you believed to be the flavor of whiskey left on his skin. He pulls them out, watches the drool spill out your lips, and drop onto the floor.

His thrusts haven’t stopped, he keeps going. His cock hitting the deepest places in your body, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. You feel his finger trail down your navel, onto your cunt and rubs your clit. To that, you tug his shirt and pull him closer to your back.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel better, when you thought you’d finally reached the peak of your pleasure. Toji wraps his arm around your neck, and places you in a choke hold. The sudden constriction on your neck was absolutely delightful.

You two drop down, his body tight against yours while you did your best to not fall over. He keeps ahold on your neck, making your wheeze and listen to his animalistic grunts. His cock hits your cervix, and your orgasm begins to build up faster.

“Toji, Im gonna-” You say through wheezing breaths, trying your best to speak.

“I know.” His voice is hoarse and addicting.

It hits you hard, and your squeezing around him in moments. Gushing, moaning, rutting. You didn’t know you could turn into this type of person, this side of you was foreign.

“Fuckin’ hell, you dirty, dirty, girl.”

Toji isn’t far back either, his cock pulsing inside your sensitive walls. He’s loud. He’s saying so much, but your come down was so intense, you couldn’t dechipher his words.

“Mm, fuck.” Toji pulls out, hot, white cum spilling on your ass. Your cunt squeezing and the feeling of it dripping down.

This was a feeling you’d never forget. A feeling you’d want to relive every single day. One you’d become so easily addicted to, and not ever recover from it. You fear what would come of this experience. Your cravings and desires will just increase from now on. Your craving and desires for Toji will never disappear.

There was a thought they’d follow you forever. Haunt you, chase you down and eat you alive. You wouldn’t fight it. You wouldn’t even go as much as to try to. Because it felt so fucking good.

“Rough feels so good, doesn’t it?”

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helloliriels · 1 year

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My Bloody Valentine

by helloliriels

Sherlock dusted his knuckles ... pulled back and struck with all of the force he could muster. Knocking the man on the receiving end into the wall.

The man stumbled further in shock, catching himself, and brushing a streak of blood from his cheek ... then he looked up at Sherlock. Eyes wide with fear.

Sherlock stepped an inch forward, first raised again ...

The man cowered and rose his hands to defend himself from yet another strike!

It was not coming.

Sherlock stood.

. Seething.

His breath ragged as he glared. Holding himself back.

"You will excuse me ... if I don't take your case," he breathed through flaring nostrils.

The man nodded, agreeing, anything ... to avoid this unexpected wrath. "Apologies Mr. Holmes ... I didn't mean-"

Sherlock glared.

The man swallowed.

At least he knew enough to not speak another word ...

Instead, he turned around and flew from the room ... his steps making a frantic departure from 221b.

Sherlock turned to the mantle and felt his shoulders hunch. It was getting harder and harder to deal with the innuendo and accusations. No matter what John wrote ... or he himself did ... people were somehow still thinking he and John were together.

He only wished it were true.

He would go to his grave defending his 'not gay' doctor, if that was what it took. But he was afraid ... so afraid ... following the whole Wilde case ... that John would leave him soon.

Or worse ... marry for real.

Then he truly would be alone.

It was a cursed existence ... Living where you could not love. Loving where you could not give.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pipe. Lighting it and taking a puff.

He wasn't sure how long he'd stood there ... staring at the flickering light of a dying fire ... before he heard John's footsteps in the stairwell below ...

His head did not lift as John entered the room.

He had resigned himself to his only option.

He should leave. Before John did.

"Hey?" John called, quietly, as he came over.

Sherlock could hear him removing his overcoat and shoes. Knocking them beside his chair instead of bothering with the coat rack.

John was becoming so comfortable in their joined space ... it usually caused a swell of pride in Sherlock’s heart. That John felt safe and at home around him. Today ... it felt like someone was squeezing his heart ... restricting his lungs from the vital air they needed ...

He followed John with his eyes, keeping himself turned away, so that he could observe from the safety of the mirror. While he was hyperventilating.

"You okay?" John was asking. Voice gentle.

Sherlock set the pipe down and attempted to turn away further ... but John caught his arm. Stopping him.

He felt the warmth of John's hand travelling down his arm ... raising the goose flesh as he felt every nerve singing with desire to grip John's hands on his own and never let him go ...

Instead ... John was taking his hand?

Soft fingers caressing his as John brushed his palm and splayed his fingers. Feeling each digit of Sherlock's hand against his own?

Sherlock turned abruptly, confusion crossing his face as the shorter man looked up at him.

John's eyebrows were knit with worry? ... fear?

"What happened?" He asked.

(continued beneath cut)

His words were not sinking in.

Sherlock was taking in every facet of the man he had come to know and love so dearly. The deep blue eyes. Hard as steel when they needed to be. Sharp as daggers when defending those he loved. Soft and enveloping ... when they had a quiet moment alone ...

All thoughts Sherlock had wanted to express in a million ways ... a thousand different times ...

And yet, never could bring himself to ...

How was he to make it without his doctor?

He would not live long. He felt quite certain.

"Sherlock?" John asked, true concern seeping into his voice and Sherlock's lack of response ...?

"Sherlock - you're bleeding!"

Sherlock blinked.

He looked down at the knicks and cuts on his hand from striking Mr. Harrington - he must have caught on the man's jacket or cuff in defense? He couldn't remember really ...

And shrugged.

"It's nothing, John. Please don't let it bother you."

Then he sighed.

There was so much he was trying to not let bother John ... and here he had added another ...

"Sherlock?"

John reached up and brushed Sherlock's brow, trying to stroke away his worried frown ... even so ... he felt himself whimper as he pulled away.

John's hands. Gentle. Adoring. Healing hands.

He wanted to kiss them.

He wanted to confess. To tell him everything.

He wanted to ...

How do you explain to the man you've lived with for seven years ...? Seven happy, magnificently wonderful years ...? That you love him ... as more than friends ...

That you want to go on loving him?

That you want him by your side forever.

Even at night.

... without condemning him to a worse fate?

"Did i do something wrong?" John was asking.

Sherlock whipped around. Startled by the question.

. Wrong? No. John.

. You've done nothing wrong.

. It was me. It was all on me.

. You never even suspected ...

. And that made it worse. Really.

. Me wanting things that cannot be.

"They said something again, didn't they?"

John broke into his thoughts again, stating the obvious.

"Yes," Sherlock replied, reluctantly.

He wouldn't look at John.

John.

Who was going for the medical bag and then tending to his broken skin and bleeding knuckles ...

"I hope you got him in the teeth?" John chuckled, looking at the shape of Sherlock's injury.

Now it was Sherlock's turn to grin.

"Cheekbones actually," he corrected.

John smirked in response. "Always knew cheekbones could be dangerous," he huffed, tugging on the bandage and taping it up. "Some more than others ..." he added, looking up.

His voice trailed off as his eyes caught on Sherlock's own sharp features and then lingered on his lips.

John licked his own. Seemingly distracted ...

He caught Sherlock's eyes again. Flitting. But Sherlock would not let him look away.

They locked in a exchange of glances.

The kind only they shared.

John had meant something more in that.

He felt certain ...

John cleared his throat and broke eye contact first. Blushing?

"John - I," Sherlock started, realising now was a good a time as ever to tell the love of your life that you'll never see them again ... that they'll be safer without you. They'll be ...

"Sherlock - wait - no!" John put a finger to Sherlock's lips and stood wrestling a demon of his own before speaking. "I have something to say first."

Sherlock waited.

The inevitable delayed. Or perhaps hastened.

Not knowing what John's next words would be.

"It's Valentine's day," John muttered, not looking up.

Whatever words he was prepared for John to say ... he had not expected that ... ?

"What does-?" he tried to ask, but again - John's finger was on his lips. And there they stayed ...

Sherlock held his breath.

Hoping they would never move, really ...

"It's Valentine's day ... and you're here defending my honour ...," John sighed, heavily, "... when you shouldn't have to be!"

He was angry.

Sherlock could tell by his shallow breathing and the fist that balled by his side. Always ready. Always willing to take the fall for him ...

Sherlock swallowed.

Fear trickling into the ventricles of his beating, berating heart ...

"I've brought this on you, Sherlock!" John apologized, "and I'm so ... so sorry! It doesn't seem to matter what I do ... ! I can't keep it hidden, you see? If I was really a man of honour, I ... " he rubbed at his neck, "I would never have put you in such a position in the first place! I would have owned up to my feelings sooner and never risked the fate it seems I've laid at your feet!"

"John? Do you mean ... what I think you mean?" Sherlock was eyeing him warily ... too afraid to let his own deductions race ahead of John's actual train of thought ...

What if he was simply ... putting words into John's mouth that he wasn't actually saying?!!

John looked pained as he met his eyes ... and nodded.

Sherlock blinked.

"You mean ... that you-?" Sherlock allowed John to finish ... needed ... him to finish! More like!

"I'm in love with you, Sherlock Holmes - as you bloody well knOW!" John rumbled. That fist again!

Sherlock blinked. Couldn't stop really ...

His brain had short circuited.

Yes.

Quite gone.

All thought.

Useless really.

This brain-thinky-thing.

John.

. ... John? ... His John??!!!!

Was ... in Love ... ? ......with him?!

Sherlock's mouth fell open. He closed it. Blinking back to life as his brain finally caught up with what John was confirming.

"SO I am in fact your ... ?" he managed, at last ...

"The bloody love of my life! You don't have to mock me!" John spun to leave, and it was Sherlock's turn to grab his arm and pull him back.

This time ...

. ... he allowed himself to slip his fingers through John's ...

To caress those knuckles that had been so worth defending. Worth it a thousand times over ...! Even if John had never ever returned a fraction of the affection he felt for him!!!

"And if I tell you ... I'd bruise these knuckles every night ... if you would stay with me ... and be my everything?" Sherlock asked in response. Genuinely awed by the ability to form words ... the chance to speak such unspoken desires ... he kissed John's hand.

John's pained eyes lost their fear and widened, immediately. Dilating with what Sherlock mirrored in his own being!

"Then you would have to take me away from here, with you!" John responded, readily, "for I am of a mind to do unspeakable things ..."

Sherlock took John's face in his hands in a frantic rush of euphoria and kissed him - pressing John as close as he dared, without restricting the man's breathing!

When they surfaced for air ... John smiled.

"I think-" Sherlock answered then, softly - his lips not far from John's as he dared offer,

. "-we had better catch a train tonight ... ? For we have a countryside case to attend to ... and some exploring to do first ... it seems?"

His words were stolen by John's mouth pressed against his. Possessively this time. Just the way he imagined it ... in his dreams.

@spooksicl-e @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @cupidford @barachiki @khorazir I blame you all for this!!! 💘Happy Valentines!

tagging @fluffbyday-smutbynight @raina-at @meetinginsamarra @chinike @rhasima @ohlooktheresabee @topsyturvy-turtely does this count as fluff?

#johnlock #happy valentine's day #beloved #sherlock x john #victorian johnlock #johnlock fluff #okay #so my fluff is always served with a healthy dose of angst #inevitable ... it seems

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carlos-in-glasses · 10 months

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Thank you for the tag @strandnreyes and @freneticfloetry and @lemonlyman-dotcom❤️

I like this little moment between TK and Owen in Flashback Fic and wanted to share.

By 8 p.m., TK is alone in his bedroom with only the desk lamp shining. He’s over on his bed, back turned on a half-hearted effort at homework. American History. Colonies schmolonies. Blah blah snooze.

He leans with folded arms against his windowsill, chin nested in the crook of his left elbow while he watches the snow clatter and puff against the glass. It’s coming down thick. Busy days and nights await Owen. He'll be cutting open cars to extract people freezing to death inside, and coordinating ice rescues, and inevitably putting out fires started by electric heaters. TK wishes he could be with his dad on those missions – in the teeth of it, doing something practical and useful. He’s no good in school but for that weird string of As in Biology - which is mainly down to Mr. Patel for being great at his job. It’s a drain on society that he has not dropped out. Yet, he can’t bear to suggest it to his parents, who are having an amicable conversation at the kitchen table right now. They can agree on their love for him, and their disappointment in him.

The muffled sound of their voices stops abruptly. He hears footsteps tread the floorboards, heading towards his door.

A single knock. Owen opens up without being invited. “Hey – I’ve got to head off now. I need to be at the firehouse bright and early. You're sitting in the dark?”

“You don’t want to stay on the pull-out?” TK sniffs. They’ve made the spare bed up for him a few times before. “It’s a mess out there, Dad.”

“I don’t want to be caught here tomorrow. It’ll take me too long to get across town.”

TK glances at his wet window, at the snow splattering on impact. “It’s the longest night,” he says, and it does seem unusually dark beyond the white drift.

Owen wanders over to squeeze TK’s shoulders through his purple American Apparel hoodie. “You feel cold. You need to eat – there’s a plate for you in the oven. It’s still warm.”

"I'm just not hungry."

"TK."

"I'll barf."

"You won't."

"I feel nauseous.”

“Because you haven’t eaten. Come on.” Owen tugs lightly at the white drawstring of TK’s hood and then harder at the hood itself. “I’m not going to stop doing this until you come into the kitchen.”

TK tries to brush Owen’s hand away, but Owen only strengthens. “Fine,” TK grunts. He’s in enough trouble as it is.

Tagging: @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @lightningboltreader @ladytessa74 @never-blooms @wandering-night19 @theghostofashton @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @chaotictarlos @taralaurel @largepeachicedtea @catanisspicy @chicgeekgirl89 @mikibwrites @irispurpurea @rosedavid @liminalmemories21 @basilsunrise - if you want to share! No pressure! ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

#wip wednesday #My Fic #Flashback Fic #Do you think I should make a banner for non Tarlos-WIP scenes? I don't know if it's like false advertising #tarlos fanfic

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spongebobsoundtrack · 1 year

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Sam Spence - Astronauts March

Plays in:

SpongeBob SquarePants

40a. "Squid on Strike"

55a. "The Great Snail Race"

61b. "Shell of a Man"

69b. "Mrs. Puff, You're Fired"

77a. "Driven to Tears"

237. "Goons on the Moon"

Kamp Koral: SpongeBob's Under Years

4a. "In Search of Camp Noodist"

5b. "Camper Gary"

The Patrick Star Show

5a. "Squidina's Little Helper"

#spongebob #spongebob squarepants #kamp koral #The Patrick Star Show #Squidina's Little Helper #Camper Gary #In Search of Camp Noodist #Goons on the Moon #Driven to Tears #Mrs. Puff You're Fired #Shell of a Man #The Great Snail Race #Squid on Strike #Astronauts March #Sam Spence

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obsidiancreates · 11 months

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Icewild (Part 2)

(There should be a Read More link but if it doesn't show up tell me because that's been happening lately and I don't know why.)

The arrival of the newcomers is... interruptive, but not halting. There's still the matters of making sure the ogres don't turn on the humans, of tending to wounds, of having a new day.

Of breakfast.

Barnabos keeps Kremy in the corner of his vision as he works on the monkey bread. The lizardfolk clearly knows his way around a kitchen as he pulls a chef's hat out of a bag of holding, and then a little pencil which he uses to add curls to the ends of his mustache. Then he pulls out a strange belt of some kind, fastening it around his waist.

"Alright Gid. Just light me a little fire here and then hang around in case I need ya."

"Sure thing man." Gideon lights the little fire below the pot and then steps back, crossing his arms and keeping his own eye on Barnabos.

"Not the trusting sort there, Mr. LeCroux?" Barnabos asks. "No need for a bodyguard, as long as ye don't strike first."

"Who said anythin' about a bodyguard? I just like havin' Gid around."

Barnabos sees Gideon puff up a little at that with a smug yet proud smile. Ahhh, well, that makes sense. Always better to have one's lover looking out for them, even when it might not be needed.

"I'll be servin' up a feast myself this morning," Barnabos says, tossing some pork into a pan and deeply inhaling the scent as it sizzles and pops. "All sorts o' fine foods, sweet an' savory alike."

"I'll be cookin' up some Agwe classics myself." Kremy pulls a small bag of flour from his belt, as well as a small glass jar of oil. He measures both out carefully and mixes them together in the pot. "Sausage and chicken gumbo, and maybe a tarte. We'll see, I dunno if I wanna risk a beezleberry infestation here."

"... Did you hit your head when you landed here, lad? I don' understand half the words yer saying."

"Oh. Right, well, a beezleberry is some kinda... horrible Feywild monstrosity. Tastes real fuckin' good! But kind of otherwise really horrible in every other way."

"I thin' I speak for everyone when I say you'd best leave that out."

"Yeah, probably."

"Is Agwe a Feywild city as well?"

"What? No, it's a fuckin' normal city."

"No need to get up in arms, Mr. LeCroux! Was just askin', I don't recognize the name is all."

"I guess it is pretty inland for someone like yourself to visit."

"It's where you wanna go if you're lookin' for a good time," Gideon says, pulling out a cigar and lighting it with his magic. "Gamblin', sleepin' around, scammin'-"

"Sounds like you should tell Mr. Stabbaskotch about it!" Barnabos declares with a grin. "He's the scammin' and gambling sort!"

"Not surprised." Kremy just keeps stirring his flour and oil mixture. "I could taste fiendish magic all around that little fella. Hope he got himself a good deal out of it."

"We may never know." Barnabos pops the bread into the oven. "He's got some sort o' beastie after 'im, but if you ask me he just needs to face it."

Gideon takes a drag from his cigar. "Sounds like he got a shitty fuckin' deal. Hey, how big is this fuckin' breakfast gonna be?"

"I'll be makin' a feast for the whole camp! It'll be plenty to fill up on, don't you worry."

"I'm making enough gumbo for seconds too, Gid." Kremy gestures back at Gideon. "His stomach's made of fire and stuff, he needs extra."

"Well I'm also keepin' up some fuckin' gains." Gideon flexes and grins.

"I'm not so scrawny myself, lads, I know what I'm doin'. ... Speakin' of, Mr. LeCroux, are you ever going to add any food to that there slurry?"

"The rue's barely there! It's only a light caramel, I'm looking for milk chocolate."

"Yer burnin' it on purpose?"

"Cookin' it. Keep your hands away though, this stuff is fuckin' Agwe Napalm."

"... And that's a common dish there? Something that they call napalm?"

"Can find it all over, none's as good as mine though."

"... Maybe don't tell Mr. Stabbaskotch where to find your city, on second thought."

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The breakfast is a hit.

Kremy made enough gumbo just for his own family and their "hosts", so to speak, while Barnabos fed the rest of the entire camp. Not a single crumb or droplet was left behind of either of their meals, the gumbo being a highlight.

"Holy shit!" Skrimm literally bounces in his set a bit. "How have I never had that before?!"

Jornir places his bowl away. "It was... very good." He nods at Kremy.

"I'll admit, I 'ad my doubts watchin' the process, but it was well worth it." Barnabos sops up the last dregs of it with some bread. "I'll be tryin' to make my own take on it soon enough."

"Lookin' forward to tryin' it." Kremy leans over to Gideon and, less subtly than he thinks it is, whispers, "I saw him fuckin' drown everythin' in that Ancient Estuary shit Duncan had, I'm not fuckin' eatin' that so I'll just give it to you."

Gideon tries to laugh in quiet gleeful agreement. It's also louder than intended. Everyone graciously ignores this little conversation, for the sake of the ogres and their new holiday. Otherwise Barnabos and Skrimm might be rolling for initiative over the slight against Ancient Estuary.

"Oh! By the way, not to uhhhh impose," Gricko says, making a strange hand gesture, "But um, the big fella, there."

"I am called Jornir."

"Jor-nir-aye."

"... N-no."

"Anyway! Um, I noticed you've got a little funny shedding going on," Gricko says, lowering his voice and running his words together at the tail end of his sentence as he tilts his head. "And if I'm not mistaken, my friend Kremy here should have some nice bananyas leftover because he never used them in his pie, and I think it would make a nice, salve." he folds his hands and gives Jornir a funny little smile.

"Oh, yeah, I think you're right." Kremy reaches into his bag and pulls out Bananas.

Daisy gives Kremy and Gricko a look of perplexion and judgement so strong that it's a wonder they don't take psychic damage.

"They're fuckin' magic healin' bananas, alright?" Kremy tosses one at Jornir.

Jornir catches it, and examines it. "This is... infused with magic." He looks at Gricko. "I did not believe you when you said you were a druid."

"Oh, that's fair, I'm not the usual kind." Gricko pats Hootsie on the head as she, with an intelligence more humanoid than animal, pulls a plate of muffins closer and begins eating, picking out any chunks of fruit she finds like a picky child.

"Well... thank you. I will go use this." Jornir stands and leaves the table, and just as pointed out there's a fine dusting of fur on the seat as he leaves.

When he returns, there's sure to be... more visible damage.

But in the meantime, things settle a bit.

"Well," Taishen sighs, "Before all of this happened I'd told Myelin I'd check on an issue with the plumbing system, so I'll be going now. They gave me a wonderful outfit to do it in, too!" He holds up a pair of blue overalls and a fetching red cap.

"Oh, you guys got plumbin?!" Gideon leans in. "Why didn't anyone say so, we're fuckin' filthy!"

"Well, it's not working right now-"

"Oh, I'll get that workin'." Gideon stands up. His chains fall to the floor with a heavy clang! "Just fuckin' watch. Take me to the ogre sewers, dragon guy."

"Oh, company! Excellent news!"

"Go get 'em Gid." Kremy calls after them.

"Jackasses," Skrimm snorts.

Queenie glares. "They're fixin' your water, Skrimm."

"They're also working when they could be relaxing."

"But a hard day's work can be rewarding!" Twig bounces in her seat and holds up a hand. "You get to have things working right, you get to feel all nice after you get cleaned up, you get to lick frogs you find whole cleaning out the cupboards-"

"Lick frogs?" Skrimm's face scrunches.

"Didn't you try snake poison with the ghosts, Mr. Stabbaskotch?"

"Totally different."

"Yeah, snake poison tastes bad." Twig shrugs. "Anyway, I think it's gonna be better once they get the water running."

"Yes, I... am in desperate need of a bath. I'm still... messy, from Julia and Bobby's... acts."

Torbek makes a low sound of both disgust and intrigue. Frost wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be returning with good news for us," Barnabos says, leaning back in his chair and puffing on his pipe. "Oh, Mr. Jornir! Lookin' much better. What do you think about all this, sending the fire lads to fix the plumbing."

"I think that it will not work," Jornir says, sliding back into his chair and smelling of smushed bananyas. "And that we will need to have everyone move before we go to take the Armament from the Princess. ... And after the blood sacrifice."

All mouths at the table fall open.

"... Talk about a mood killer," Gricko mumbles.

There's a long silence.

And then Daisy raises her hand and signs, "I nominate Bacon for the sacrifice."

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #icebound #my attempts at fanfic #fanfic

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hrodvitnon · 3 months

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Shimo's got a title for everyone she regularly interacts with. The only people she doesn't have one for are those few humans she's on a first name basis with that don't have a prefix like 'Dr.' or 'Executive'. For them, she contents herself with their first names until she learns of the human Mr/Mrs/Ms prefixes for everyone (for example Mr. Russell for Mark and Ms. Madison for, well, Maddie). Here are a few off the top of the noggin.

Godzilla: Established she calls him 'Your Majesty', 'My Liege', etc. Alternate (and more dramatic) ones being 'Lord of Land and Sea', 'Cerulean Monarch', 'For Whom The Gods Sing' (( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), and 'Roar of the Land'.

Mothra: Uses similar titles she does for Goji. Additionally: 'Heaven's Radiance', 'Eight-Fold Angel', 'The Deathless Guardian', and 'Song of the Land'.

Rodan: Her default is 'Fire Prince of the Skies'. Alternately: 'The Demon King of Hell', 'The Fiery Dawn', and 'The Red Skies of Ruin'.

Ghidorah: Despite having a little beef, she still treats him with some titles- something that seriously strokes his ego. Shimo doesn't mind- if he gets too big for his britches there's always Frostbite Breath... Anyways: 'Scourge of the Stars', 'The Rumbling Skies of Ruin', and 'Infinite Cataclysm'. She has a special one for San: 'The Devil's Angel'.

Kong: 'The Banished King', 'Earthen Fury', 'Voice of the Land', 'The King's Iron Fist'.

Ozymandias: She obviously gave her best friend the most over the top titles. Her default was, of course, King of Kings. Alternatively: 'The Endless Firestorm', 'The Breaker of Worlds', 'Earth's Eternal Sentinel', 'He for Whom the Heavens Rumble', and finally (sweetly as well) 'My Guiding Sunbeam'.

If you can come up with any more, please do so!

Oh dear, now I'm imagining Ghidorah absolutely ruining Shimo's litany of titles in the filthiest way possible.

"Oh, you dirty bitch, work the shaft!"

"Ex...cuse you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I like the dirty talk when someone's sucking my dicks."

"...you're as juvenile and crass as ever, Lord Popsicle. You think you can embarrass me, Drumsticks Beyond the Stars? You'll have to do better than that or else I might be inclined to huff and puff and put you back on ice, 'O Frostbitten Slug."

"...you're no fun."

I imagine she'd also adhere to the warrior ethos of chivalry; she has the capability and means to go into battle in service of her King who has the highest authority, and so she does.

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #shimo

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keyblade-knights-blog · 5 months

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Introducing Tamiel

"What was with the shouting?? That's it! I'm coming in!" Both the Dreamer and Gabriel jump as that voice gives it's final warning, something on the other side turning the door knob. Gabriel looks into the mirror and quickly shushes the alien figure in it. "Don't say anything, I don't want her to worry. Let ME do the talking." ... A moment later, the alien reflection vanishes and Gabriel's is left in it's place. At the same time, the whispers of strange thought quiet in his head.

And when the door opens, a new figure walks in. A young girl about the robot boy's age. Where the boy wore a simple cap to hide most of his hair however, this one let her wiry but somehow full head of blonde hair, dressed in reds similar to the young man, and decked out in steam punk looking gear here and there as well. "Pfft, what's taking so long lazy bum~?" Gabe lets out a fond sigh. "Good Morning Tamiel."

Tamiel? .... Huh. And Gabriel. For whatever reason, the Dreamer was starting to pick up a theme here. "It's Tammy, Gabby! Tammy!" The girl puffs out her cheeks, and the motion looks so fluid and so fleshy, that the dreamer briefly forgets, in spite of the copius amounts of evidence provided, that this girl is made of metal. "You really gotta stop using the full name thing. The only one 'round here who should be saying 'Gabriel' or 'Tamiel' should be dad." The robotic fem huffs and looks around. "BUT, more importantly, I heard shouting. Is everything alright?" "OH UH THAT. UH... Let's see uh...." This poor kid starts to very clearly flounder, and it becomes apparent to the Dreamer that Gabriel has never lied even once in his entire life. There isn't even a single idea tinging up in his brain that could plausibly explain the shout. ... So that's when the Dreamer comes in. "OH RIGHT! Meh, it wasn't anything too serious... Just uh.. Just somehow got grime in a place I didn't know I had." The excuse he fires out? It was clear the Dreamer had been INTENDING to imitate Gabe's voice with a simple impression... And yet it almost FEELS like he had briefly taken control of Gabriel's voice box a few times in there. ... He could TELL Gabe wanted to glare at him. But Tamiel just titters. "Oh is THAT all~? Well I guess that'll teach you not to jump into Ole Mr. Grinder's dump again~." Gabriel takes over from there, "I JUMPED IN TO GET BACK THAT PART YOU DROPPED!!" Ah, the exasperation of a flustered brother~. And the mischievous tittering of a younger sister. It was honestly cute~. "Well WHATEVER Mr. gross~." Tammy continues giggling, fit to burst for a good few seconds before she regains control of herself. "Dad's ready if you are! He wants to give us both a check up before we rush out to do work around town!" With that said, she backs up to the door. "Don't keep us waiting anymore! You've already slept in by a lot!" And with that? Tamiel takes her leave out the door, leaving Gabriel alone in his room. ".... How did you do that?" Gabriel shoots out, sounding terrified at even the POTENTIAL answers. "... Well, honestly, I was just trying to do an impression of you to help you out... And for whatever reason it just... Came out as your voice-?" Gabriel turns to the mirror to give it a flat look.

The young dreamer in the mirror just blushes a bit. "I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean to take over your voice box too~..." ... Gabriel just lets out a groan. "WHATEVER... Well, hopefully my Dad'll be able to make heads or tails of you." His smile becomes wide and victorious. "He's the smartest guy on the Spaceport and he knows everything! I'm sure he can make sense of it~!" ... Spaceport? "Hold on... Gabriel right? Where... Exactly are we?" That causes the robot to look confused. "Wait... You don't know? I thought you might've been some kind of ghost or somethin... But you don't even know that? Weird..." He grumbles as he walks to the window. "Well whatever. You're currently on-" Then he opens the window. -------------------------------------------- ... And Words? Words do not even begin to describe the sight that awaits outside that window.

-------------------- Title Card Reference: [ https://youtu.be/tWDv7ZQ9v8A?si=tzSedq2bRZ4OAOOv ]

#Kingdom Hearts #Alex #Gabriel #Treasure Planet #Tamiel #Tammy #Planet Montressor

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keyblade-wanderer-alex · 4 months

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Introducing Tamiel

"What was with the shouting?? That's it! I'm coming in!" Both the Dreamer and Gabriel jump as that voice gives it's final warning, something on the other side turning the door knob.

Gabriel looks into the mirror and quickly shushes the alien figure in it. "Don't say anything, I don't want her to worry. Let ME do the talking." ... A moment later, the alien reflection vanishes and Gabriel's is left in it's place. At the same time, the whispers of strange thought quiet in his head.

"Pfft, what's taking so long lazy bum~?"

Gabe lets out a fond sigh. "Good Morning Tamiel."

Tamiel? .... Huh. And Gabriel. For whatever reason, the Dreamer was starting to pick up a theme here.

"It's Tammy, Gabby! Tammy!" The girl puffs out her cheeks, and the motion looks so fluid and so fleshy, that the dreamer briefly forgets, in spite of the copious amounts of evidence provided, that this girl is made of metal. "You really gotta stop using the full name thing. The only one 'round here who should be saying 'Gabriel' or 'Tamiel' should be dad." The robotic fem huffs and looks around. "BUT, more importantly, I heard shouting. Is everything alright?"

"OH UH THAT. UH... Let's see uh...." This poor kid starts to very clearly flounder, and it becomes apparent to the Dreamer that Gabriel has never lied even once in his entire life. There isn't even a single idea tinging up in his brain that could plausibly explain the shout.

... So that's when the Dreamer comes in, briefly taking control. "OH RIGHT! Meh, it wasn't anything too serious... Just uh.. Just somehow got grime in a place I didn't know I had." The excuse he fires out? It was clear the Dreamer had been INTENDING to imitate Gabe's voice with a simple impression... And yet it almost FEELS like he had briefly taken control of Gabriel's voice box a few times in there.

... He could TELL Gabe wanted to glare at him.

But Tamiel just titters. "Oh is THAT all~? Well I guess that'll teach you not to jump into Ole Mr. Grinder's dump again~."

Gabriel takes over from there, "I JUMPED IN TO GET BACK THAT PART YOU DROPPED!!" Ah, the exasperation of a flustered brother~. And the mischievous tittering of a younger sister. It was honestly cute~.

"Well WHATEVER Mr. gross~." Tammy continues giggling, fit to burst for a good few seconds before she regains control of herself. "Dad's ready if you are! He wants to give us both a check up before we rush out to do work around town!" With that said, she backs up to the door. "Don't keep us waiting anymore! You've already slept in by a lot!"

And with that? Tamiel takes her leave out the door, leaving Gabriel alone in his room.

".... How did you do that?" Gabriel shoots out in anger, though he also sounded terrified at even the POTENTIAL answers.

"... Well, honestly, I was just trying to do an impression of you to help you out... And for whatever reason it just... Came out as your voice-?" Gabriel turns to the mirror to give it a flat look.

The young dreamer in the mirror just blushes a bit. "I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean to take over your voice box too~..."

... Gabriel just lets out a groan. "WHATEVER... Well, hopefully my Dad'll be able to make heads or tails of you." His smile becomes wide and victorious. "He's the smartest guy on the Spaceport and he knows everything! I'm sure he can make sense of it~!"

... Spaceport?

"Hold on... Gabriel right? Where... Exactly are we?"

That causes the robot to look confused. "Wait... You don't know? I thought you might've been some kind of ghost or somethin... But you don't even know that? Weird..." He grumbles as he walks to the window. "Well whatever. You're currently on-" Then he opens the window.

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... And Words? Words do not even begin to describe the sight that awaits outside said window.

-------------------------------------------------------- Title Card Reference: [ https://youtu.be/tWDv7ZQ9v8A?si=tzSedq2bRZ4OAOOv ]

#Kingdom Hearts #The Coming of Daybreak #Coming of Daybreak #Gabriel #Tamiel #The Dreamer #Treasure Planet #Planet Montressor #The Etherium #Crescentia #Montressor Spaceport

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