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mammonsrockstargf · 2 days

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Your most recent Luci fic—the one w the priest—is really good!

Not sure if you take requests rn, but I would love it if you could write something similar. For example, a fic about Luci with an ex-Catholic lover? Or maybe a lover who used to be a nun?

(I’m ex-Catholic, now agnostic-leaning-towards-atheist & when I was Catholic, I was in postulancy—training to be a nun—but…things happened lol)

hi, anon, thank you! <3 i'm glad you liked it. and wow, that sounds like quite the religious journey! i hope that you find something that makes sense for you. <3 i'm both baptized and confirmed in the protestant church but i'm an atheist now. (obv not the same at all, but i somewhat getchu >:D)

here goes! i hope you like it. <33

warning: very heavy religious themes!

When you're first teleported to the Devildom, your reaction is to say a prayer. It falls off your lips so easily. Call it old habits, call it shock. You're even surprised by it yourself, staring wide-eyed at Diavolo as the prayer slips your lips.

“Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil.”

Everyone is shocked. The prayer in itself doesn't really have that much of an effect, your dear god cannot save you here (not that you expected him to), but a deep shiver runs down Lucifer's back. It's safe to say he hasn't heard that prayer in a while.

As if isn’t enough that you just prayed for protection against the devil, the prayer that mindlessly slipped out of you is the prayer to the archangel Michael. It strikes a deep cord within Lucifer. He doesn’t blame you, per se, he’s just very very shocked.

He takes it like a challenge, even if he isn’t aware of it. He’ll question your faith constantly. You aren’t really interested in getting into your religious beliefs with this stranger, not to mention demon, who practically kidnapped you. So you just kind of ignore his questions or avoid them.

“Were you born into religion or did you find it later in life?”

“What?” You look at Lucifer tiredly, trying to bottle your annoyance. That’s the fifth question he’s asked today, despite you expertly avoiding his last four.

You’re in his office, seated at a chair in front of his desk. He pulled you in, saying you couldn’t leave until you did the homework you’d been skillfully neglecting. Lovely education reform.

“Were you born into religion or did-“ Lucifer begins to repeat. He seems rather immune to your annoyance, seemingly thinking his pursuit of your personal information is justified. You’ve come to find that Lucifer generally thinks that anything he does is completely justified.

“I heard you.” you interrupt and send him a tight-lipped smile. “I just didn’t want to answer you.” you follow up. Lucifer tilts his head to the side, red eyes piercing through you.

“Why not?” he asks. You sigh. Does this man never run out of questions? “You’re never going to get my approval if you don’t let me get to know you.” he lazily states, flipping some of the worksheets on his desk.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You really don’t wanna get into it but you do need his approval if you want to help the brothers and Belphegor…

“I was born into it. My parents are very religious,” you state while staring at your homework, not daring to make eye contact. It feels as though his eyes are burning holes into you. A small hum leaves Lucifer. “Very interesting, indeed,” he says, voice sounding almost melodic. When you finally look up at him, he’s grinning, while twirling his pen with his fingers. He thinks he’s won this round. Stupid prick.

Months later, when you’re lying in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, you finally breach the subject. “I was in postulancy for a while,” you say, completely out of the blue. You’re laying on his chest with his arm around your waist, the other caressing your hair.

You feel his body tensing underneath you for a few seconds before he softens again. You look up at him but he’s staring at the ceiling. “I practically grew up in the church. Mass every Sunday, youth choir every Tuesday, summer camp once a year…”

You lay your head on his chest again, looking at the wall. Lucifer doesn’t say anything, but his fingers move from your hair to rub soothing patterns into your back, encouraging you to continue. “It seemed the natural next step for me to become a nun. My entire community was the church. My parents were so proud as well. Their status in the church meant everything to them.”

A lump grows in your throat. “Sorry, I haven’t talked about this in so long, I’m rambling-“ you whisper. Lucifer's hand moves from your back to your chin, turning your head towards him. “Don’t apologize, little lamb. I am very proud of you for opening up to me,” he says and your breath slightly hitches. He smiles fondly at you and strokes your cheek. His smile then fades slowly. “It occurs to me that I haven’t been fair to you. I’m sorry that I was so insensitive when we met.”

You huff. “You were a dick,” Lucifer glares at you and pinches your cheek. “Now, now. I’ve admitted my faults, let’s not delve into it,” he says and you wince, gripping his hand and intertwining your fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, old man, I’ll consider if you deserve my forgiveness,” you say and settle your head on his chest again. A small chuckle vibrates through Lucifer before a comfortable silence falls over you.

“What made you change your mind? Why aren’t you a nun, my little lamb?” he asks after a while. You think for a while, looking at your intertwined hands. His thumb presses small circles into the back of your hand.

“It just didn’t feel right, I guess,” you mumble. Lucifer nods. “Well, I, for one, am glad you didn’t go through with it. It would all be terribly complicated if you were already in a relationship with my Father.”

You let out a surprised laughter and push yourself up so your face is directly over his. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs tracing patterns into your bare skin, where your shirt has ridden up. “What a weird thing to say,” you giggle and Lucifer's brows furrow. “Well, it’s true-“ he begins, but your lips press to his before he can continue his weird family rambles. It’s a chaste kiss and you quickly press another to the corner of his lips and then one to his cheek and jaw.

After that, Lucifer is very gentle with you on the subject. He never prods or questions and only talks about it if you start the conversation. He'll even subtly change the topic if someone else brings it up. It's like a little secret between the two of you when he sends you confidential glances, making your heart flutter.

You're in a beautiful meadow. The sky is purple and you're wearing a heavy rosary with white beads around your neck. A pack of doves fly above you, circling like vultures. They begin diving for you, pecking you with their beaks, pulling at your skin and hair. You try to shield yourself with your arms, but it's useless against the many doves, plunging down. Their shrieks fill your ears and you cover your ears, but it's useless, the sound ringing in your head. You try to run, but the rosary has grown in size, pulling you down towards the ground.

You wake with a fright, covered in sweat. Your breathing is heavy as you gasp for air. You put your face in your hands and run them through your hair. Your heart is beating harshly against your ribcage. Lucifer. You need to go to Lucifer.

You stagger towards his room, weakly knocking on his door. "Come in," he sounds from the other side. You brace yourself against the door. "Lucy," you weakly say and the door immediately opens causing you to practically fall into him.

In a flash, you're in his lap on his couch. He worriedly grabs your face and examines you. "What's wrong, my love?" he asks and you wrap your arms around him, sinking your face into the crook of his neck. "Nightmare," you mumble. You feel Lucifer physically relaxing underneath you as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. You feel your heartbeat slowing, as you're finally able to relax again.

"Wanna tell me about it?" he asks and you explain your dream, voice muffled against his skin. His hand finds your collarbone and he pushes you, just far enough so he can press his forehead against your own. You pout and furrow your brows. "It was so real, I swear I can still feel their beaks on my skin."

"Where do you feel it?" Lucifer asks and you shrug. "Everywhere..." His gaze is soft as he grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips. "You feel them here?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His lips trail up your arm. "Here?" he asks, eyes still on you. You nod and he presses a kiss to your arm. "Your shoulder as well?"

"Yes," Another kiss is pressed into your shoulder, then your collar bone, your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, your nose. You let out a giggle and he presses a last kiss to your forehead. "Did I miss anywhere?" he asks and you nod. His eyebrows raise. "Really? Where?" he ponders and you bring his thumb to your lips. "Here," you say and this time you're the one pressing a small kiss to his fingertip.

"Oh," Lucifers says, eyes following your every move. He takes a sharp breath and pulls on your bottom lip. "We can't have that, now can we?" he says and you shake your head. He leans and kisses you and you kiss him back slowly.

"Thank you, Lucy,"

"I'll always be here, my love,"

a/n: aaa thank you for reading, guys, i hope you liked this one!! you can find my other stuff here. <333

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mitsvriii · 10 months

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hi bby!! how are u today?? <3

uhm i’m invading to ask for 2 + heizou as a girlie with a fear of thunderstorms 👉🏻👈🏻 (i could sit and request so many prompts for him help me shhdjsjdkd)

Fears

Prompt: “It’s okay, it’s just thunder.”

Pairings: Shikanoin Heizou x reader

TW’s: angst if you squint

Reader Type: can be any

Word Count: 320

A/N: i’m doing good perse!

You shivered slightly as you pulled the blanked over yourself a little more. You tried to keep quiet as Heizou was sleeping beside you, but to your avail you would probably wake him up anyways.

Inazuma was home to having bad thunderstorms, especially in the late summer. Most people said that the weather in Inazuma was the reflection of the Shogun’s mood. You didn’t really believe it but at the moment you were cursing at the thing that made her supposedly mad.

Another flash of thunder had you covering your ears in preparation for the loud bam that was going to happen. Soon enough it did, which caused you to jolt. You didn’t understand how Inazumans could sleep during storms like these.

But then again they had been living here longer than you have. You sighed as you glanced at Heizou. He was still asleep, a slight snore coming from his mouth.

You were glad one of you were sleeping good. You scooted closer to him, hoping for silent closure. Suddenly, a loud bam sounded from an unexpected release of thunder, causing you to yell out.

You grabbed onto Heizou’s arm in fear, causing him to snap his eyes open. “{Name}?…What’re you doin’?” Heizou mumbled.

“Thunder.”

Heizou’s mouth made an “o” shape at he pulled you closer. “Shh, just relax.”

You nodded as you tried to situate yourself in his arms. Heizou took the blanket and draped it over you properly, letting out a small yawn.

Another flash of lightning struck, and you went to cover your ears. Before you could do so however, Heizou already had done so.

Thunder struck but it was muffled by his hands, “It’s okay, it’s just thunder.” Came Heizou’s voice from above you.

“Sleep. I’ll protect you from those horrible horrible storms~”

You ignored his teasing tone as you adjusted to get comfortable. You pulled the blanket over yourself once more before falling asleep.

#heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou shikanoin #shikanoin heizou #heizou x you #heizou fluff #heizou x reader #heizou #🌼-bittersweet tales #🎊 perse

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https-furina · 10 months

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ahem,,, i present to you:

(i think i made these three or four years ago omg I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS ON WHEN I MADE THESE)

I ACTUALLY SNORTED WHAT

(i also don’t have a clue what you were on but i wish i did i wanna take that kinda trip- /j)

#ʚ the mailbox ɞ ₊˚๑ #— 🌿 mika #perse’s sweethearts : 🪴#https-heizou #mission success: make perse laugh #i’m out here writing fluff and i come back to this hell app and see these #pure entertainment i love it so much

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lunemai · 22 days

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•• -Mornings With You- ••

Demigod!Y/n x Luke Castellan

Summary - Waking up with Luke on your birthday in a cabin near the beach feels like a dream or at least it was going to be, until some people decided to interrupt.

Warnings - Y/n's godly parent is not specified, she/her pronouns, softness, talk of kids, kissing, no betrayal universe, teeth rotting fluff, marriage, and that's it I think.

part one - part two || can be read as a standalone. ||

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The distant waves and the birds singing walking the shoreline are sounds you look forward to when waking up, this time, it was a different sound, a more annoying sound, a very familiar voice.

"I didn't even mean it like that-" Percy tries to say but is quickly interrupted by the sound of Annabeth's voice, "Yes, you did."

"Okay, you came to my house on this glorious peaceful morning to talk about your.. -marital problems?" Luke talks in between both of them. I can practically hear Annabeth's eye roll, "Of course not, we came to give your prisoner her annual 'congrats on not dying' birthday cake." right.

Everyone knows as demigods living a long and prosperous life is not guaranteed, therefore; congrats on not dying birthday cake. Though I think that's what every “normal” person gets, it's just very subtle.

“what? she’s not my prisoner.” I hear Annabeth scoff as I get up from bed and head towards the bathroom door inside mine and Luke’s room, quietly. duh.

“right.” Annabeth says, there’s a pause before Luke answers, “Right?” though he’s trying to be assertive it sounds more like a question than a statement.

there’s another pause before I hear that same voice that woke me in the first place, “So are you going to let us in or??” I hear Annabeth shove past him and Luke and head towards the kitchen where the boys also seem to follow.

since I can no longer hear their voices I finally enter the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair, no one wants to look like a monster around Demi-gods of all people, might end up without a head.

coming out of the room I immediately hear the sound of Percy and Annabeth having a conversation about why having too much blue food coloring could ultimately be damaging.

Finally coming into view I see Luke making coffee with his back facing us and the soulmates sitting in bar stools awaiting their drinks.

Percy has a cherry muffin in front of him and Annabeth had buttery popcorn, in the morning.

“Oh hey sleepy head, I’m surprised your kidnapper lets you out of your room,” Annabeth says, Luke turns around with a coffee mug in his hand and leans against the kitchen counter while Percy simply awaits Luke’s rebuttal.

“Same, I guess I must be his favorite victim,” I say, encouraging Annabeth to jab at the fact Luke and I haven’t left our home in 2 weeks since our honeymoon.

“who’s side are you on?” Luke says with his brows furrowed. “The winning side, mine,” Annabeth answers for me.

I raise an eyebrow at Luke walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist once I reach him to look up at his eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He says looking down at me he places one hand on my hip, and his forehead meets mine.

“Hi handsome, you make any for me?” I say pointing at the mug in his other hand with my eyes.

he squeezes my hip his hand and nudges my nose with his, “Of course I did, you’re my favorite victim.” he meets my lips with a matching soft smile on his face, 2, 4 seconds and I hear a voice,

“Did you make any for us?” of course, it’s Percy.

sadly, Luke pulls away from the kiss to look at Percy. “You think I want you to have any more energy than you already do?”

Percy sighs in disbelief, “What energy? I’m a ball of sarcasm, not happiness.” Luke lets out a laugh and replies, “Sure Perse, there should be enough in the pot.”

Luke looks back down at me and pecks my cheek, “You want your ‘congrats on not dying cake’ or me and the beach first?”

with a soft laugh, I respond “Depends, who made it this time?” I say while turning to look at the two occupying the kitchen island.

“Me.” Annabeth says, and that’s all I need to hear, “Cake first then.” Percy shrugs and decides I have a right to say that after last year’s cake.

“I thought adding salt to things made it more flavorful or whatever, I mean they do it with chocolate milk.” even though he’s right, a whole cup of salt on a cake was not the right move.

“Right, but the point is not to aim for a salty flavor.” I have to admit, reading and following instructions will never be an easy feat for a Demi-god, dyslexia, and all that.

“That’s why you have to re-read things Percy,” Annabeth says while getting the cake out of the box.

Annabeth hands each of us a slice of red velvet cake and we all eat with glee laughter, and sarcasm since Percy and Annabeth are here.

“Okay, now that we ate and used dishes we don’t have to wash, Happy birthday prisoner, try to find an escape route soon,” Annabeth says standing up to hug me and put her dish in the sink for Luke to wash later.

“Yeah, thanks for using water in the only way I could never, Luke,” Percy says also putting his dish in the sink on top of Annabeth's.

“Don’t worry, I know I can handle water more than you, son of Poseidon,” Luke says gathering mine and his dish, to stack them atop the rest.

“Happy birthday newly kidnapped.” that didn’t sound grammatically correct, but I wouldn’t know.

“Thanks, Perse, and also thank you for not making the cake.” with a nod full of fake sympathy, Percy and Annabeth walk out the door with a last goodbye hug and a wave.

closing the cabin door, I feel arms wrap around my back, leaning against Luke I feel his chin on my shoulder.

“You know the beach will be here all day,” he says in between the kisses he’s now placing on my collarbone, all leading up towards my jawline.

“Yeah, you’re right about that one,” I say closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of him making a path of kisses up my neck.

“so maybe, we should just go back to bed for a little while.” he finally reaches my cheek, and I open my eyes to turn my head towards his, nudging my nose against his.

“That sounds like a great plan,” I say turning around in his arms to put my hands on his chest.

“Yeah?” he says softly with a deep and passionate kiss following.

breathing heavily I manage to respond

“Yeah.”

notes: this is my first fic in sooo long!! i’m so happy to have this done, it’s 1,081 words and i’m so ducking proud of that.

Thank you sm for reading! I promise there’s many more coming.

REQUEST ARE VERY MUCH OBLIGED.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x fem!reader #pjo #luke castellan fic #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #luke castellan fluff #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #percy and luke #luke castellan imagine

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neteyamyawne · 10 months

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Hey girlie🤭It's me perse! You know i LOOOOVE me some Tonowari, AND TUMBLR IS HAVING A TONOWARI DROUGHT🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬!!!!!!! I wanted to request a Tonowari x Reader where they're both young, he's on his journey of becoming Olo'eyktan, and he's courting the reader to be his future Tsahik. I was thinking a little best friends to lovers with some jealous, protective, possessive Tonowari dipped in there.🤭It's all love and keep up the good work🩵

Tihawnu ♡

Pairing : Tonowari x fem!reader

Summary : Request

Song : Dear future husband

Love 🤍

❈ Warning : minor angst, fluff, tiny bit of misunderstanding, confession, jealousy, threatening, protective tonowari

❈ Word count : 2.6k proof read

❈ Note : Perse! I love your request, send me more rahhh, i love protective tonowari and thank you @teyamsbitch for the motivation ILYSM

"word" - dialogue, ~word~ - thoughts

❈ Glossary : Tsahik - spiritual leader, Tsarekam - tsahik in training, sa'nu - mom, sa'nok - mother, mauri & kelku - tent, ma'parultsyip - term of endearment for a child, evi - child, tweng - loin cloth, ma'ite - my daughter, tiyawn - love

You sat with your eyes trained on the mortar and pestle in your hands as you grind the herbs into fine powder, the tsahik keeping a close eye on you while you train under her overlooking, being the tsarekam was tiring you but every drop of exhaustion evaporates from your body as your eyes catches the movement of a tall and handsome metkayina, who you call your best friend, but the thing is, you never saw him as your best friend from the start, though you won't admit it, that's another problem for another time, but also you saw your sister, Ronal, walk right behind him, your blood boiled to see her with him, everyone knew of Ronal's liking over Tonowari, even he knew about her feelings towards him but he always made it his life's Mission to stay away from her and her advances but as you watched her trail behind him like a lost puppy, your anger raised to you brain as you grinded the pestle into the mortar so hard that your hand slipped and all the half an hour worth of grinding spilled over the woven flooring, instantly regretting your anger as the tsahik's eyes glowered down on you, you quickly try to salvage what could be used from fallen powder but your mind remained on your sister and tonowari, somehow finishing your daily chores with the tsahik, you made your way back to your family mauri, though still fuming at ronal's advances you knew you couldn't do anything.

Walking inside the kelku your attention immediately went to your sister who was laying in her hammock, staring at the roof of the kelku with a small smile playing on her lips, you rolled your eyes and dropped the basket in your arms with a loud thud on the floor, your sa'nok instantly turning to face you at the loud noise "are you alright, ma'ite?" She asked in a concerned and worried voice at your display of frustration, you huffed and sat down near the basket, picking at the woven flooring of the kelku "nothing, sa'nu" you said back in quitely, legs drawn to your chest and head perched on your knee, staring at the blacked wood of the fire place, when you feel your mother sit down beside you "ma'parultsyip, i can see something is bothering you evi" her concerned voice filled your heart, her soft and caring efforts melting you enough to answer back "why did you send me to be tsarekam when you knew she would easily surpass me" you huffed angrily but not at her, instead eyeing your sister, she chuckled lightly at your complain "oh ite, do not compare yourself to her, you are different and unique, you will have your moment when the time is right, i know it, eywa makes no mistakes and I know what I'm doing, my child" she smiled at you and kissed your forehead lovingly before getting up and going on with her daily chores while you were left thinking about what she just said but soft chuckles and giggles fell on you ears as you looked at your sister's hammock from were the sound came from and rolled your eyes once again in annoyance before walking out yourself, going to the shore for some peace of mind.

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You floated around in the shallow waters of metkayina, your body facing up to the sky, eyes closed, letting the light waves wash over you, calming you down, but your peace was disturbed as tonowari ran towards your direction, yelling your name "(Y/N)!!!" begrudgingly, you got up but he tackled you in a big side hug, almost knocking you over "calm down, brute, you'll crush me" you chuckled, recovering your balance, his laughter booming around you, of course you knew he was happy, he passed his iknimaya and the celebration that was being held for them in the evening made him even more energetic, you were happy for him with your whole heart but somewhere in there that Little flame of love and jealousy flared but you stayed quiet about it, he saw the flicker of change on your face "hey, what's wrong?" Picking up on your signs, he knew you like the back of his hand, you sighed looking at the waters again "it's nothing, just duties, don't worry about it, it's your big day! Not mine" you smile, playfully nudging him, he's still hesitant but let's go of it.

He knew you'd talk about it when you feel like it, but you knew you'd never tell anyone about this, he changed the subject "you're coming to the celebration, right?" He smirks confidently, but you don't answer immediately and his confidence falters "you're coming, right?! Please, you won't come to your best friend's celebration?! Am I even your best friend anymore?" He said in an overdramatic and playful manner, a hand on his chest in mock offense, which you couldn't help but laugh at "I'll try, I'll try but no promises!" You chuckled, he smiled at that too "I'll be waiting for you" his voice was softer than before, a glint in his soft aqua blue eyes, you both stood there on the shore, staring at each other, neither of you moving or looking away, he puts a hand on your forearm, leaning in to say something but the moment was broken when his friends screeched and howled for him to join them, your face warmed up as you looked away, butterflies swarming in the pit of your belly "you can go, they're waiting for you" your voice was barely above a whisper, he groaned internally but obliged, giving a last side hug to you, he ran of with his friends, turning back a little and waving at you before finally running off with them, but the effects of the hug still lasted way more than you thought they would.

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You stayed on the quite, or for you, the peaceful part of the shores for a long while, it was way past eclipse as you sorted out your thoughts one by one, readying yourself for the next day, you didn't even bother to go to the celebration, you knew it'd just end with you talking to your friends and staring at Ronal who would, most likely, be all over tonowari and you were in no mood to see such utter nonsense but the sounds of beating drums, elders singing the songs of warriors vibrated through the air and tonowari's request for you to come pressed you enough to rethink about not going, even if you, originally, never planned to go, the music and his memory, made you walk up to the lively celebration, the dancing and singing of the event lightening your mood once again, the drums playing in beat with your heart, you bob your head to the music, enjoying yourself for once today, you didn't wear any festive clothing, just your day to day tweng and beaded top, taking a seat near the fire with a drink in your hand, ~this isn't that bad after all, right?~ You asked yourself as a small smile played on your lips, but your thoughts were proved wrong as your eyes fell on the very people you wanted to avoid, your heart sinking down as you saw Ronal putting her arms around tonowari's neck, while he looked constipated to be around her.

Any plans about staying around for the event vanished as you made eye contact with him and he gave you a small smile and a little wave but you were too focused on ronal's hand tracing up his torso and chest, her cheek pressed on his shoulder, you had enough of this scene and got up Huffing, he watched worried as you left the premises after seeing him while Ronal giggled at something she said, who were you kidding? Of course he'd chose her, she's perfect in every way possible than you could ever be, you burst through your mauri and to your hammock, just laying there staring at the ceiling, you were so stupid to fall in love with your best friend but you couldn't do anything now but just watch everything as you die inside little by little everyday watching them together.

A knock on the rim of your mauri brought you back out of your thoughts, you hurriedly wiped your tear stained face getting up to see who it was but stopped in your tracks as tonowari leaned on the entrance, looking at you with a concerned expression "y/n-" he said as he came inside but you were frozen to the spot, he walked towards you, his hand resting on the back of your neck "y/n are you alright? Why did you leave the celebration?" He asked looking into your eyes but you looked away, turning around to your hammock as you played with the strings, your back facing him, not allowing yourself to breakdown in front of him right now "I'm okay, you can go back to Ronal, she must be waiting for you, it's your celebration after all" you spoke in a soft, quiet voice, he looked puzzled at that, after much consideration, he came up behind you, his palm coming down on your waist and you turned around surprised, gazing at him confused, he smiled down at you "why did you leave, y/n? Are you not happy for me?" He asked worry plastered over his face but his question was filled with patience, you felt your walls breaking down at his tone, you were undone by him.

"No– eywa, no! I'm so happy for you, wari, i- i left because…" you couldn't bring yourself to say it, he looked worried as you stopped mid sentence "because what, y/n?" His words were filled with determination, he wanted to get to the bottom of your troubles, this time you didn't hold back "I left because I saw you were busy with your future mate, i didn't want to disturb you and her, it's better i leave before it gets worse for me" your voice getting quieter and quieter with each word but still you stood your ground, eyes glazed with unshed tears, tail curling and swishing behind you "what-? Ronal?! What are you-" then it hit him as if he was thrown into ice cold waters of the ocean, his whole demeanor changed as towered over you, with a quick Maneuver he pulled you closer to him as he snaked his arms around your waist while you stood in shock, pressed up against his chest "who said i wanted her in the first place, tiyawn?" He smirked, his other arm moving to caress your neck, now you looked at him puzzled "wari? What.." but his eyes gazing into yours gave you all the answers you were searching for.

He was glad he followed you here, his long buried secrets were finally being true now, he couldn't contain his happiness, he leaned down his face centimeters away from yours, his eyes falling to your lips then back to your own eyes again "may I?" He asked politely, your heart was beating so fast it could have traveled all across Pandora by now, your mind was racing, this was the one thing you wanted this whole time and now that the opportunity is in front of you, you were a nervous wreck but that didn't stop you from nodding and crashing your lips against his finally, throwing caution to the wind, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers curling in his soft curls as his bigs hands pulled you in by your waist, fitting perfectly in your curves as his hands didn't just stop there, going up and tracing small circles with his thumb on your ribs, the kiss was sweet, filled with want and unattended love you felt for each other all these years, you pulled back gasping for air as you smiled like you never did before, he had the same expression as he picked you up in his big arms, spinning you around before kissing you once again "ohh you don't know how long I've waited for this moment" he mumbled happily against your lips, nuzzling his nose to your cheek as you giggled lightly, as this was your dream come true as well.

He sat down on the floor, pulling you into his lap while he unhooked the necklace sitting around his neck and presented it in front of you "will you, (y/n), accept this necklace as my token of love, for the start of our courtship?" You were stunned, you couldn't believe this was happening, no words formed in your mind to speak up, pulling yourself together at last "yes- oh great mother, a thousand times yes!" You squealed hugging him tightly, squeezing him to your heart's content as he laughed, hugging you back while quickly slipping the necklace around your throat, then resting his arms around you firmly, everything was going just perfectly until a gasp was heard from the entrance of your mauri and both your heads snapped to the opening.

Ronal stumbled in, her mouth dropped to form a 'O', the beads and shells if her top and loin cloth clinking together as she walked towards us, tonowari immediately got up, pulling you up with him as your eyes were as wide as saucers, terrified of what she might do you "HOW DARE YOU?!" She charged forward towards you but tonowari got in between, shielding you from her as he glared daggers down at her form "Back off, right now or it won't end good, Ronal" he spoke sternly and for once you were the smug one and she was the one gawking at you two, her eyes welled up with tears "This is wrong!! You were supposed to be mine!" She whined like a child at him, stomping her foot, he rolled his eyes at her "we were *supposed* to end up together, not *have* to, so please I will advise you to stop embarrassing yourself" he said just as annoyed as he always was with her around.

A small group of crowd accumulated outside your tent, they were all her friends, watching Ronal breaking down in front of him and you felt sympathetic for her, getting out of your cover from behind his back, you kneeled down next to her, you knew she truly did love him "hey, I'm sorry-" but you didn't get to finish your sentence as she shoved you back and tonowari growled at her, baring his teeth, instantly pulling you up and behind him protectively, Ronal was taken aback at his act of defense against her, she got up and ran out of the tent, crying, the small crowd of her friends following behind, you sighed, you knew they will now harass you for weeks or even months but you felt bad for your sister, she was your older sister and you felt guilty to hurt her like this but the damage was done, tonowari saw this and pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple lovingly, rubbing your back "shh, it's okay, she was bound to feel this way, it's not your fault and even if she wouldn't have seen us, i was planning to say no to her in the end anyways, so please don't blame yourself over this" his voice like first rays of sunlight, bright and peaceful, you relaxed at his words, looking up at him smiling once again, laying your head on his chest "thank you" you whispered, protected and safe in his arms, his mere presence filling you with such warm comfort as he smiled down at you, his mind screaming in happiness as he knew he made the best decision to say how he felt rather than hiding it, now you were his, his to protect and more importantly, you his to love, forever by eywa's grace.

A/n : i need more tonowari x reader rahhhhhh, i love his big body soo much *faints*

Yawne : @fanboyluvr, @callmeoncette, @lu-the-ghost-reader, @brisbriskett, @saltedcoffeescotch, @ducks118, @itscheybaby, @jackiehollanderr, @elriel-4-ever, @zoetrope1997, @yeosxxx, @persefolli, @im-in-a-pansexual-panik, @teyamsbitch, @elijangwifey, @erosthefae, @murderbirbdany, @thearabloak06, @killua2dot0, @ilovechickenwings, @kylobensgirl, @darling-imobsessed, @majathepapaya, @sweetirilly, @reinap06, @neteyamforlife, @thatgirljas13, @totesnothere04, @arminsgfloll, @babyqueen17, @kikookii, @bigbadsofty07, @g-l-1-t-c-h-3-r, @urfavpansexual.

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silv3rswirls · 8 months

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bts - dark content

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Worship me: Didn’t you deserve it? (yandere, obsession, online stalking/harassment, 18+)

Fawn: Hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? (18+, age gap(reader is 18), corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, very vague mentions of familial abuse)

Scrap: “You’ll always be trash to be thrown away; but not to me.” (pseudo-incest, obsession, manipulation, degradation, light smut, light mentions of neglect and depression)

Worm: Even a worm will turn. (Yandere, slight violence, implied kidnapping)

Cicada: Something was changing around you, you could feel it. You weren’t sure what was happening, but something had changed. (note that this isn't a Yandere/dark fic perse, but it also doesn't fit on my main masterlist so it's going here)

Garden: “I’ll plant thousands just for you.” (Yandere, stepbrother Jimin, murder, very minor descriptions of violence, fluff)

Frenzy: He’d have to force himself to stop feeding; he wasn’t an animal after all. (Vampire au)

Grin and Bear it: part one(Mentioned stalking and violence, fear, reader is yandere, Tae is some kind of otherworldly being or something.part two(Fear, tears, blood, minor descriptions of sex, Yandere otherworldly Tae, degradation(?)

Stalker: He wanted you alone, but now that he's got you where he wants, Jungkook can't help but act. (Yandere, stalking)

Angel: He caught an angel, kept her locked in his basement. (yandere, angst, murder, kidnapping)

I’m Not Human At All: Something seems rotten in him, gross and morbid, and it’s starting to spread. (Stepbrother Jungkook, yandere, descriptions of violence, angsty, disturbing thoughts)

Lamb: Saw you love you, want you, love you (werewolves, yandere, blood/injury, kidnapping)

Untitled smut (18 +, yandere jk, jealousy, possessiveness, minor talk of violence/fighting (not towards reader), implied fighting, hair pulling, name-calling, degradation, spit, finger sucking, some blood)

Hound: What did a suffering lamb even accomplish? Who did it save, when would it end? (serial killer/yandere jk, kidnapping, religious themes, death)

#bts masterlist #dark fic masterlist

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rachalixie · 1 year

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bestie 👀 i am here 👀 to request some chan fluff 👀 bc i’m feeling a lil off 🥺 sjshshsjshsjs (feel free to ignore if you’re not up for it haha)

a/n: my ti. as if i could ever ignore you. i hope this helps :(

you’re not having a bad day, perse. it’s just a day where your brain feels like someone reached their hand into it and scrambled it between their fingers, a day where your clothes don’t feel right on your body, a day where you need something but can’t focus enough to determine what that something is.

you muster up the energy to drag yourself from your bed to the couch before you collapse into the cushions. you’re staring idly at your phone for a bit, hoping for a distraction before he swoops in like an angel, standing in front of you with the overhead light haloing around his fluffy hair. his eyes are soft as they look at you, taking in the exhaustion you wish you weren’t feeling.

he takes your phone out of your hand, setting it on the table in front of you and replacing its light weight with his fingers. you let the touch ground you, tangling your own into his in a tight grip. he uses his free hand to smooth back your messy hair for a moment before pulling back completely, leaving your hand dangling and alone.

“where are you going?” you whine, and normally you would hate how needy you sound but right now you really just don’t care.

“blanket fort.” he comes back carrying all of your covers from your bed, pillows stacked haphazardly on top and threatening to topple down as he walks to the couch. he’s pulling you and the couch cushions off next, flitting around your body like a tornado as he places things in an organized mess. it ends up looking decent, and you realize you’ve been watching him a little too intently when he clears his throat at you with a nervous smile.

“perfect,” you smile weakly, climbing onto the floor to settle in the middle while he finds something to put on the TV for you to watch together. he settles on miraculous, your recent guilty pleasure that you’ve been entertaining for the past few weeks. you like to watch it with him because of how he pouts when you talk about adrien, as if he was some kind of competition. silly.

he settles next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you, the smell of his cologne wafting towards you in a comforting haze.

“oh! i almost forgot!” he leaves again, the blanket falling to the ground in a tangled heap, making you pout while you sit alone waiting for him to get whatever was more important than cuddling with you.

it’s your stuffed wolf, the one he got you from home to have while he was away and you were missing him. your heart swells at the gesture, even more so when he settles it perfectly into your lap and returns to your side, leaning his head on your shoulder. he hums in content, the sweet sound echoing in your ears and settling your mind. you lean into him, lacing your fingers together again while he makes commentary at the show. between the animation and his little quips, there’s too much going on for you to disappear into your mind again. all you can do is wiggle a little closer to him and scrunch your feet into the blanket, completely relaxed.

it looks like you found your something.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #bang chan x reader #skz chan fluff #bang chan fluff #skz fluff #bang chan imagines #chan drabbles #soft

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pitifulbaby · 1 year

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kiss-a-thon

summary: a mixtape and some kisses can fix anyone's day.

pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

warnings: you might need to see a dentist after with all this tooth rotting fluff.

a/n: okay so the wonderful @thefreak0fhawkinshigh made this post and I just had to write it with their permission first of course. but i hope you enjoy it! also bc i said so the upside down and all that doesn’t exist. 2.1k words

THE MIXTAPE ignore how some of the songs came out after 86′

You never thought that the last few months of your senior year would be like this, sure you knew it would be haywire- but not like this. Most days were fine, from waking up early to finals and tests throughout the school day to rushing out of school to your part time job at the local grocery store, getting home to scramble and do homework before passing out- though now that you think it doesn’t sound fine. It sounds hectic. How you manage to take time to breathe between any of it is beyond you. When you can, you also help your boyfriend Eddie study, he deserves to graduate this year- and he wants to, but whereas your life in a sense is nonstop, his brain is the same way. It’s obvious he has a hard time concentrating on things he doesn’t enjoy which is understandable, but with your patience and his will- Eddie Munson was graduating in 86’.

The day was long, but luckily you were free from work for the day. Though you knew you had a break, it still was obvious that you were in need of a rest. It wasn’t that you were tired- perse, you were just worn down and in need of sitting and doing something you enjoyed. Eddie had noticed your sluggish attitude, you two shared a few classes, but what sealed the deal was you not sitting with him and the hellfire club at lunch, opting for sitting in the library to finish up some things, wanting some quiet instead of a highschool lunchroom. Time got away from Eddie- he was planning on cutting his lunch short to go sit with you in the library, wanting to give you some time alone before he would venture off to you. But the boys had questions, one after another and soon enough the bell rang, showcasing the end of the lunch period.

Seemingly the rest of the day seemed to go by fast, and Eddie had a plan. He typically brought you to and fro from school- truthfully, Eddie tried to drive you anywhere and everywhere you needed to go. It wasn’t even that you couldn’t drive, no, you had your licenses and a car. But Eddie had to drive you around, he enjoyed even the short time with you in the car. He was gonna take every chance to be with you, even if it was a five minute car ride.

With one final bell ring, the school day ended. Even better it was a Friday, the weekend finally in sight and in grasp. Standing at your locker you put away the books you didn’t need and took the ones you did need, before you could grab the last book you felt a hand on your lower back- letting out a soft gasp as you turn your head.

“Hey, it’s me-” Eddie’s hand runs up your back and rests at the back of your neck, smiling at you. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Which it was odd to him, it wasn’t hard to hear Eddie when he was walking. With his chains and big boots, plus knowing him for quite a long time, you are able to pick up the sound of him by his walking. And even through the busy halls, through the sounds of people chattering about the weekend and trying as fast as possible to get out, you usually can hear him. He simply hums in response, watching you close your locker. Before you can do anything else Eddie is zipping up your backpack and taking it from your hands, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. “I have an idea, sweetgirl.” He leaned down to whisper to you, with furrowed brows you turned your head a tad to look at him.

“Should I be nervous?” You questioned him, which he only responded with moving his arm from around your shoulders to around your waist- pinching you over your shirt ever so softly. “Hey!” You couldn't help but giggle, which made Eddie’s heart soar at the sound. Stepping outside of the school’s front door and down through the parking lot you two were finally at Eddie’s van.

Eddie Munson’s van was a sight to behold, the 71’ Chevrolet was one of the males prized possessions. It had been his uncles in the early 80s before letting his nephew have it when he got his permit. Ever since then the metal head treated it like it was his baby- sure he was a bit rough with it, it really wasn’t his fault that he sped, the music he listens to shouldn't be so damn easy to speed to! To others it was just a rusted tin can, but it was something special to him.

He brings you round to the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand to help you up, bowing his head. “Your chariot awaits, princess.” He purred, which caused you to laugh and blush at his antics, taking his hand and stepping in. Once you were seated in he was leaning over you to fasten your seatbelt- pressing a kiss to your cheek before closing the door and running to the drivers side and hopping in. “Whats the plan?” You said, turning your body to him.

He simply hummed in response, starting the car. His hand went to the back of your headrest, looking behind as he pulled out. It might be weird but there was something so attractive when he did that, watching his hair fall in his face, trailing your eyes up his arm. But the moment was over soon and he was driving off.

“Were you checking me out?” Eddie drawled out, letting his voice be a bit more high pitched. He kept one hand on the wheel while the other came and rested on your thigh. Your skirt rode up a bit, his hand warm but his rings cold, giving an odd contrast. Placing your hand on his with a smile. “Always,” You promise, letting your gaze shift out the window.

Now Eddie was a man who drove a bit recklessly, enjoying to have his window down and music blasting as he ventured off wherever. But with you he was more careful, he had precious cargo so he wasn’t gonna risk anything.

With furrowed brows you realize he completely ignored your question, turning to him with a small pout. “You didn’t tell me what the plan is, Teddy.” You mumble out, playing with the rings on his fingers. His hand gently squeezes your thigh, “Its a surprise.” His reply is plain and simple, gaze focused on the road.

A few turns, stoplights and stop signs and you are pulling off into a clearing that takes you through the woods before he is parking with the back of the van facing out to lovers lake. “Hop in the back.” He says while turning to you, reaching over and undoing your seatbelt. His smile is wide as he watches you climb into the back, placing a small smack to your bottom as you climb over the console into the back of the van.

In the back of Eddie’s van was a mattress, a couple pillows and a blanket or two. He also had an amp and some wires for when he would play at The Hideout. Once in the back you plopped back onto the mattress, leaning your back against the side of the van as you looked toward the front of the van. You watch as Eddie fumbles with the radio, popping in what you assume is one of the many mixtapes he has made for you. But, the song that plays through the van’s speakers is one you haven’t heard in any of the cassettes.

Seconds later the sound of a saxophone is coming from the speakers, the voice of George Michael following the instrument as Careless Whispers plays. The song itself causes a laugh to bubble out, but your laughter only grows as Eddie is stumbling over the console just like you moments before- only he is less graceful than you were. Literally stumbling and fumbling onto the mattress. He is then scrambling onto his knees, reaching forward to you and resting his hands under your knees and pulling you forward to him. Sending you to lay back flat against the mattress. His hands move from your legs to rest on either side of your head, his body resting between your thighs.

“Wanna know the plan now?” He questions, his words soft. If he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the saxophone. Your own hands trail up, gently brushing through his curls that fall into your face. “Hm?” You question, already lost in the boy. Eddie move to rest on his elbows, the front of his thighs pressing against the back of yours, your skirt having flipped up during this all.

“I am gonna kiss you, a lot.” Before you could even respond to him, his plush lips are pressing against yours. The faint taste of cigarettes linger on his mouth, but its a taste you have come to enjoy because it is whole heartedly Eddie.

The shirt you wore had rode up as well, the blanket against your back scratching your skin ever so slightly against the material. One hand stays locked in his hair while the other trails down to rest against his chest. Your hand gravitates to the guitar pick necklace he always wore, feeling it dangle down against you- letting your fingers gently mess with the jewelry. Eddie keeps one arm propping him up, his other arm moving to wrap around your waist, his hand splayed against the small of your back and pulls your body closer to his, though he was already pressed flush against you.

He never lets up his kissing, the kiss started out sweet before turning into something more, gently nibbling your bottom lip and fighting for dominance against you in a war you were glad to lose. You could feel the need for oxygen become strong, but the thought of pulling away from the kiss sounded like a nightmare, you never wanted to be away from Eddie- especially when he was kissing you like this.

But he seemed to have other plans, pulling away slightly only to start to trail kisses down, starting from the corner of your mouth, to the underside of your jaw before attaching himself to your neck. He found your sweet spot quickly, he knew your body like the back of his hand. Feeling him start to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin causing you to gasp, back arching and hand pulling at the strands of hair you were holding. The pull wasn’t hard, but enough to pull him away from your skin. He looks up at you with a small pout, lips red and kiss swollen.

“You said you were gonna kiss me a lot.” You said with a huff, brows furrowing as you tilted your chin down to look at him. The way you look at Eddie has his heart soaring for a second time today, “I know, but I didn’t say where.” He says in the same tone as you, copying your huff and furrowed brows. After that he was back to leaving kisses across your throat, leaving blossoms of purple and blues in his wake as he left his mark.

Careless Whispers finishes, the song soon changing to Rock You Like a Hurricane. You open your mouth to question Eddie, letting out a shuddery breath before trying to catch your composure. “I haven’t heard these two in any of the tapes.” You manage to mumble out, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulls away at your words, shifting to hover over you. “Made a new mixtape for you last night.” Eddie smiles through his words, pride lacing each syllable. “And before you lecture me about not getting any sleep-” he pinches your thigh mid sentence, causing you to squeal and open your eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”

It wasn’t that you lectured Eddie, you just told him often you think it would do him good to get a decent night's rest, going to bed at a good hour. “So I made this mix, and its titled the ‘kiss-a-thon’ mix.” His nose scrunches up after his words, cheeks more red than usual as he blushes. “Probably a stupid name-” He trails off, which you quickly shake your head. “No! It’s not stupid, Teddy. I love it.” Your smile is bright, eyes wide and happy as you look at him.

“Yeah?” He questions, a little unsure. You nod, before furrowing your brows a bit, letting out a hum. “Though I might have a better name for it.” Your smile widens, more devious this time. Eddie catches on to that, a look of fake surprise on his face. “Oh? And whats that?”

“The kiss-a-thon mix that might lead to more.” And with that, you are crashing your lips back to his.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagines #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #pitifulbaby

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 8 months

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I Said I Would Wait But I Can't, Soooo

Artemis Angst fic: based on this post by @worlds-oldest-teenager! Missing scene from The Secrets That Bind Us, aka What Was Artemis Doing in The Waiting Room While Hermes and Apollo Had Their Heart-To-Heart? Having a Breakdown That's What :)

Bloody Memories: who remembers my "Hyacinthus is Cabin 7's ghost" post a while back? Well here's the fic!

Branchus fic: fluuuuuffy. seriously. look up Branchus and read the story of him and apollo. it's so darn CUTE.

From Dusk to Dawn: Little more flesh out now this one! Apollo during TTC, from Phoebe getting poisoned to just how he knew Artemis was in danger

Swarms and Swears: Apollo & Athena time, ya'll

Triumvirate V Koios: yes he's back I lied hehe. Who will win: a power triad of god-emperors with lots of political and economic backing or one (1) grandpa who's grandkid they're targeting

A Titan's Demise: do I need to say anything else? HELIOS ANGST

Marsyas fic: hehe... @amiti-art here's your ask :) and I have a little twist prepared here...it'll make sense, trust me.

Leto & Asteria fic: Basically the prequel of the prequels. Leto's pre-curse days, her cursed days, Asteria running for her life, ect. the Delphic Family fic of all time. We have Koios name dropped. We have Phoebe. We have Lelantos. We have Perses. Aura is probably there too. The whole family's here to experience DRAMA

Koios Solo Fic: In mythology, Koios is driven mad and attempts to escape Tartarus - that is this fic :)

So yeah. Pick your fighter. Make propaganda for what you want to win. do whatever - we shall see who will win :)

#will koios win the landslide again? we shall see #toa polls #my fics #the trials of apollo #apollo #artemis #hyacinthus #branchus #from dusk to dawn #phoebe the hunter #aphrodite #athena #zeus #koios #nero #commodus #caligula #helios #marsyas

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woofwoofwolf · 11 months

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Go home, Hobie Brown pt. 2

Hobie Brown x reader

Part 1:

Notes: Alt and aro ace reader (although that’s less relevant here), fluff-ish, reader remains GN but might have a writing bias towards fem, Hobie does some illegal shit, Hobie and reader are adults, use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobie’s accent, brit written by a European sue me, he’s probably a bit OOC in this one,

“Why does reader work at a factory and not, say, a pub? That’s a little weird isn’t it?” it’s bc I work at a factory and this is once again ✨wish fulfillment✨

So this initially was something else, but I realized that it was similar in structure to my previous work and that if I reworked it a little bit, it would be a nice addition to that. Is this a series now? I fucking hope not, I have a bad track record finishing those. Loosely connected two shot for now. I might come back tonight to tweak some stuff, but I think it is in a readable state lol

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

You tried your best to ignore him. An half hearted attempt to deprive him of the reaction he wanted while you continued to flatten out your stack of cardboard boxes, throwing them into the container next to you. Hobie was standing right in front of you, not having said anything to you since he arrived. He stood far enough away from you for it to appear casual and incidental, but close enough for him to still tower over you.

Finally, his patience caved. “…hey,” he said.

“Hey, Hobie,” your tone was cool. You didn't feel as embarrassed now that there were no people around, right outside of the small factory you worked at.

“What are you doing?”

You peered up at him with a smirk on your face. “I need to throw out these boxes. You know, for my job? My job that I have at this factory that we’re currently at. That you jumped a fence over to get to just now.” You gestured towards the fence right in front of you.

“Ey no way,” Hobie laughed as if he hadn't known all along. “You think they got cameras?”

You shrugged, all the while continuing your work. “We have a front door. You could’ve just talked to the lady at the front desk. She might have let you through, you know?”

“Nah, didn't like the look of her.”

"She probably wouldn't have liked the look of you either to be fair," you laughed. Technically, she'd be right, Hobie was trespassing. But she was a sour tart anyways, so you understood Hobie’s comment.

"What's wrong with those boxes anyways?" He pointed. "They look brand new."

You had noticed that he had been antsy about that. He probably didn't like you throwing out boxes that were still more than usable. It wasn’t something you agreed with either, but it wasn’t up to you.

"Dunno." You answered. "I don't think theres anything wrong with them perse. They probably prepared more than they needed."

"That's IT?! What a bloody waste," He gave the container a kick after his outburst. "Why are you contributing to this,"

"Boss's orders" you gave him a cheeky salute.

"I'm disappointed in you," You choked back a laugh.

"I knew you would be. I'm part of the machine, Hobart," You stuck out your hands and did a mock robot walk. “they’re coming to get you, Hobart-”

Hobie pushed your arms back to your sides. His hands lingered there longer than your heart could handle "That stupid uniform too... They're stripping you of all the important bits."

"Well.” You said, hoping to go back to a lighter tone. “If you know of an anarchist version of this part-time job where I can come and go when I want, where I barely have to speak to people and where I make this much money, doing the workload equivalent of Homer Simpsons job, then let me know." It was true, this was the easiest part time you've ever had. "If you look at it like that, I'm practically stealing from the boss, don't you think?"

"I know of a job like that." He said, playing along. "It's called 'dating me'. heard It's got real good benefits too. "

"Ohhh does that include the part that I dont have to talk to my boss?" Hobie’s big dumb smirk dropped to an amused smile.

"No, I'd prefer if you kept doing that to be honest."

You couldn't hold it in and you awkwardly laughed alongside him.

"Can I have them?" He asked out of the blue.

"Pardon?"

"The boxes.”

"What do you need cardboard boxes for?" You put the box you had picked up back on the pile. "Don't become a hoarder, Hobie, I'll stop visiting you guys."

"Not me," he picked up one of the boxes to inspect. "For Gwendy. These are the exact size she uses to ship her clothes in when she sells them online."

You looked at him with narrowed eyes. If he took the few remaining boxes, you could finish up and go back inside, which was tempting.

Before you could answer him, the door to the building opened.

"Hey (y/n)," your manager said. "I came to check on you. Who's this..?" She frowned at Hobie, who was obviously not supposed to be there. Hobie looked troubled, even though he liked testing the boundaries he didn't want to get you fired over something like this. Which is honestly something he should have thought of before coming over, but what can you do.

"Actually," you said in the most somber tone you could muster. You placed your hand on Hobie’s arm in a comforting gesture. "Hobie just told me his grandma passed away this morning." You felt him stiffen up, his emotions shifting from confused to amused to acting out sadness in a split second.

Hobie, of course, didn't have a grandma in his life.

"Oh..." your manager said, you knew how empathetic she was. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

“I’m sorry ma’m.. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but,“ He let out a very fake sob and you suppressed the desire to roll your eyes. “I just know how close (y/n) was to my nan... I’ll be going now...“

Before he went though, he turned around and grabbed an entire armful of cardboard boxes. Leaving your manager stunned. Hobie walked towards the fence gate.

“You perhaps got a key for this gate? Ah, you do? Thank you I’ll be leaving now, Cheers.“

Your manager looked at you when he left. “Ah well. Nan would have hated for those boxes to go to waste.”

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Alright wow, I'm being so productive with fics at the moment this is kind of crazy.

I hope he isn't TOO out of character? I think it's really hard to get his speech pattern right. And then I don't just mean his accent, but how that interacts with his cheeky and confident way of talking. But my biggest pet peeves in fics of his at the moment are a) phonetic spelling of his accent and b) people who write fake and cringey British slang. (He doesn't constantly speak in cockney rhyme in the movie ppl lol) Bonus point if both are true, haha... I've lived in England, but honestly, getting it right is difficult, and I still feel like I'm having him say american phrases 😭

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mammonsrockstargf · 20 days

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It starts small. You honestly don't think much of it. Crows begin leaving you gifts in your window frame. It's pretty rocks. It's a small screw. It's coins and grimm, it's a button from a shirt, it's shiny beads.

You bring it up to Mammon randomly one day. He stares at you wide-eyed. "What, you mean crowns leave ya gifts? Sound ridiculous," he says and you shrug.

"I mean, I've heard about crows leaving gifts for humans before. It's not that unusual, but usually, the humans give something to the crows in return," you say, thinking aloud. "That's the part that confuses me. I haven't given anything to the crows, so why do they like me so much?" Mammon's cheeks are bright red by now, the blush going all the way down his neck. Your brows furrow with concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask and he nods quickly. "Yeah, 'm fine, gotta-go-see-ya! " he stutters and quickly leaves you, practically running away. You look after him in confusion. Weren't you both just supposed to be headed home?

The gifts continue. You get a single earring. At one point you get a small bone and at another time you get a tooth which leaves you a bit unsettled but also intrigued. You treasure every single gift, keeping it in a small box by your desk. You begin to leave the crows gifts in return. You find that they like peanuts and berries. One time you experimentally leave a big piece of watermelon, only to find it devoured within minutes.

The next day there's a pretty locket with what looks like a flower engraved in it. You gape at the locket and instantly put it on, proudly wearing it around your neck. You make sure to leave the crows a feast that day.

Satan is the first brother to notice it when it slips out from the collar of your uniform one day. "Is that new?" he asks. "Oh yeah, I've befriended a bunch of crows." Satan stops in his tracks and stares at you.

"You've befriended crows?" He repeats and you nod. "Yes. Why is everyone so weird about this?" A knowing smile creeps onto his face and he shakes his head.

"Why do you think the crows like you so much?" he asks. You hum, considering it for a second. Eventually, you have to draw a blank and look at Satan in defeat. His smile only grows wider.

"Ask Mammon. He might know."

You find Mammon in his room, lying in his bed. He smiles when he sees you and pats the bed, motioning you to come over. "Come here," he says and you do, lying down next to him. He huffs and pulls at you so you're lying on his chest. You can feel his heart beating and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, Mamms," you say and he runs his hand down your back, rubbing circles into it. "Hey, treasure," he says and grins.

"Satan says you might know the cause of my new friendships." His cheeks turn crimson in an instant and he lets out something akin to a nervous laugh. "Oh, the crows, you mean?" you huff and playfully roll your eyes. "Come on, big guy, spill the beans," you say and Mammon sighs.

"So, the crows like you, because, well, I told them about you," he says and a grin spreads across your face. "Go on," you say.

"Okay, I have crow familiars, you know what a familiar is, right?" he says and looks at you expectantly. You rake your brain, remembering briefly having about it in one of your classes. "Yeah, it's like witches with black cats, right?" you say and Mammon hums.

"Yeah, kind of, but anyone can have a familiar and it can be any animal. The whole black cat thing is just something the catholic church made up." You nod in understanding while Mammon continues to rub patterns into your back. The beating of his heart seems to have become louder underneath you. "So what you're saying is you can't shut up about how awesome I am and now a bunch of crows are obsessed with me?" you say and Mammon hides his face in his hands. You giggle and pry his hands away, smiling at him adoringly.

"Please don't make fun of me," he huffs and you pout at his antics. "I could never tease my lovely little bird boy," you coo and Mammon groans while pushing you off him. He turns his back to you and you laugh manically. "Come on, Mamms, It's cute," you say and press soft kisses to the nape of his neck. "you're cute," you say and throw an arm and a leg over him, attempting to spoon him. You feel him instantly melting to your touch, completely unable to keep his resolve. It's almost too easy when he turns around again to face you. You smile at his pink face.

"I really like the gifts the crows gave me," you reassure him because you genuinely do. It's become something you look forward to when you open your window.

"You do?"

"Yeah, absolutely," you affirm and he smiles sheepishly. "I once tried to train them to steal money for me, but it didn't work."

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HELLO💖

had a quick thought that could maybe turn into something? Not sure lol

Okay well, I was crawling on the floor like an idiot trying to dig up my slippers from under the bed (I have short arms) and I had a thought…Loki finds y/n in a similar situation and just can’t help but stare, becomes a bit a flustered mess if you will, god forbid anyone catches him off guard tho (especially y/n), something fluffy or something funny, anything goes, up to you! He also may selfishly put y/n a similar situation or two after the first instance just to get repeat of his first view bc he’s a mischievous little prick, y/n isn’t stupid tho and catches on quick, starts playing into his games, and starts making it unbearable for him after she starts wearing skirts or something, ok lemme shut up now

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To Fold and To Flex

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Summary: Loki didn't realize he was in love with you until he saw you from a new perspective. A/N: I hope you liked this @loopsisloops. Sorry, it took so long. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Mostly fluff. No details of smut, but very suggestive scenes. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

The cloud inside Loki’s mind wouldn’t lift. It wasn’t a headache perse, more of an annoyance. He’s felt like this for a couple of months now. A feeling of something he’s missed. It was almost within his grasp but he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what it was.

It was better whenever he would spend time with you. The clouds would go away and he found joy in your laughter. He found excitement in your shared love of mischief. He found peace in the late afternoons with you, sharing your love of music with him.

However, whenever you were not around, the fogginess in his head somehow got worse. It traveled down his body, onto his chest. Squeezing him tight. Making him unable to breathe at times. What unexpected power you had over him?

You did not have any magical talents as a witch or perhaps a mutant. Loki has checked your file multiple times and asked both Wanda and Strange to look into you. Strange just rolled his eyes at him - the nerve! Wanda - Wanda wouldn’t stop smiling after Loki explained the situation to her.

“Maybe you should just hang out with her more often. Make those clouds go away for good!” She suggested with a smirk.

“What kind of half-brained idea is that? Would you tell an alcoholic to drink more liquor? Or an addict to take more of their narcotics?” Loki shouted back as he turned and walked away from her. They were ridiculing him. They must be. No one here ever thought him serious.

Hence, here he was, sitting up alone in his bed. His head in his hands trying to figure out where this heaviness came from. What was it about you that made him think of you at all hours of the day? Why does every melody he hears remind him of the twilight evenings listening to old records with you?

Walking down to the kitchen, he decided to raid Tony’s liquor cabinet. A habit he picked up from you whenever you needed to stop overthinking about something serious. Then maybe tomorrow he would confront you about your power over him and perchance he could bargain with you to let him go. You must have some sort of control or spell bewitching him.

Perhaps you had some elven blood in you, some Aether. And you weren’t aware you were doing it. He could help you! He could help you control your powers. Yes! It would undoubtedly lead to more time spent together. But if it’s for your own good. For your own safety. Then he would risk this dense cloud over his heart and mind a little longer to help you.

As he strode quietly to the kitchen, Loki could make out loud clinks of glass coming from the bottom cabinets of the bar. There could be any number of you still awake at this time and he turned to go back into his room. He found the thought of making small talk with anyone from the team tedious and insincere.

“Ugh, where are you?!” he heard your muffled groan. He stopped midstride, turning back around towards the kitchen, with a wide grin on his face. He was about to say some amorous remark about how you needn’t look any further, for here he was – the perfect specimen - standing in front of you.

But he couldn’t. He rounded the corner and was met with your curvaceous rear end in some remarkably tight leggings. Loki’s eyes widened. He tilted his head as his mouth opened to an appreciative shock. He found you on your knees as you were reaching for something deep in the cabinets. Your small grunts and curses invaded his head.

It wasn’t until he saw you, in that precarious position, that it hit him. A hard blow to the lungs. Like the clouded air was knocked out of him and all he could do was just stand there and look at your luscious arse.

I want her. He finally admitted to himself. Loki closed his mouth and snapped out of it. Is that drool coming out of my lips?

“Ugh…come on. Just a little closer,” you grunted. Loki bit his bottom lip at hearing your phrase. “Yes!” you breathed out as you found whatever it was you were looking for.

As if the gods themselves slowed down time, he watched you stand up. Your hair gathered to one side of your face. Your body slid up along his and he felt warmth emanating from you. The light in your eyes turned the color into a new hue. When you looked up at him, you had released your bottom lip from the bite you held it in.

And Loki’s heart skipped a beat.

“Shit!” You whispered. “I wasn’t stealing anything!” You said hiding the bottle of whiskey behind you.

“What are you hiding dear?” His wide smile made your heartache and double over. He pushed his arms under yours and around your waist, pulling you closer in his embrace. The scent of his cologne muddles your senses as he reached for the pilfered bottle you were holding behind you.

“When did you get here? I didn’t hear you come in?” you asked him.

“I haven’t been down here very long. I heard the sounds of thieving and was wondering who would be brave enough to rob the Avengers in the middle of the night.” You giggled at his words. Gods, he loved the sound of your giggle.

He took the bottle from behind you and opened the twist cap with his nimble thumb. The cap opened so fast it flew off the bottle onto the counter. Loki took a swig of whiskey. His eyes never left yours while his other hand still wrapped around your waist.

“Hey! That was mine. I stole that fair and square!” You stomped your foot. Gods you look adorable!

“Why are you up so late?” Loki smiled, offering the bottle back to you.

“My mind wouldn’t rest,” you said, taking the bottle and drinking a sip yourself.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Loki asked as you moved away from his embrace. He fought the urge to squeeze you to keep you in place.

“Ya. I’m still jetlagged from the mission.” You offered. It wasn’t a lie. But Loki knew it was only a half-truth. “That’s my excuse. What’s yours?” you quickly asked.

You, he wanted to say. “As I said, I heard someone trying to steal something in the kitchen. And I thought I would be proactive and stop the evildoer from doing any harm.” He teased you. “Or from stealing all of Tony’s beloved liquor.”

“Stop. I wasn’t stealing!” You jokingly pushed him on his right peck, feeling the strong hard muscle underneath. He caught your hand as it was touching him and he held it against himself for a short while before conventionality made it seem awkward. He couldn’t stop wanting to touch you.

“I’ll replenish what I sto-borrowed.” You said blushing. You busied yourself finding two old-fashioned glasses for the whiskey. Trying to hide the dimpled smile forming on your face.

Your hair had fallen down, covering you. Loki wouldn’t have that and he delicately pulled your strands back behind your ear. You turned to face him with a warm smile, “Thanks,” you said.

Loki was stunned. All this time, he never once saw you as anything more than a friend. How could he? He was resigned to the thought that no one here in this realm would ever want to be with him. He couldn’t – no, wouldn’t – think of anyone here that way because he didn’t want to get himself attached and subsequently get hurt.

So he turned off that side of him. Looked at the world through the hazy filter of friendship and amiable companionship. That cloudy filter inevitably obscured his view of you and your relationship together.

But one look at you in that indefensible position - your beautiful body offered up before him like a sacrifice to an insidious god - he couldn’t help but break that filter and replace it with lust-filled longing and a desperate stare.

It went on for quite some time. His stare. His longing. It was like he was looking at you through new eyes. Your soft supple skin, your buoyant laughter, that round curvaceous ass! He couldn’t stop thinking about that night he found you, on your knees with your plump cheeks in the air, tempting him to run his palm around you. He had to see it again.

“You got a little something…” Wanda said to Loki, breaking his train of thought. “…right here.” She said motioning to the side of her lips. “Are you drooling?” Loki quickly went to wipe his lips only to find them dry. Wanda started laughing.

Loki was upset at being mocked. “Why are you here? Come to give me more asinine advice on my predicament?”

“It’s the tower’s gym, Loki. I’m here to train. Just like everybody else. Although, you’re spectating more than you are working out. What, or rather, whom are you watching?” Wanda’s eyes followed Loki’s stare.

They watched you mount Wilson on the mat. Your arms and legs wrapped around him in a chokehold. Wilson tapped your arm, yielding to your capture. How Loki wished it was him your arms were wrapped around.

“Uh-huh. I’m glad you took my asinine advice! You’re welcome by the way.” Wanda provoked.

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki asked confused and heartbroken.

“I overheard Bucky trying to ask her out for a cup of coffee and she said she’s flattered but that she’s seeing someone.” Wanda relayed. “So I assumed you took my advice and asked her out. That’s why you’re drooling in the middle of the gym making that heart-eye emoji face.” Wanda rounded her fingers shaping them into a heart against her eyes as she walked back to her yoga mat.

Loki looked back at you. Were you being courted by someone already? Had he missed his chance? He watched as you bent down stretching your back. Your legs spread apart as both hands reached for your left ankle. You did a quick little bounce and reached over to your right ankle.

Loki groaned inside. He swallowed hard, as he watched you stretch your upper legs and back muscles. You stood back up and turned towards him. Both of your eyes briefly meet. Norns, I got caught staring. Loki quickly resumed his own workout of…for fucks sake, what was I working out? Loki conjured weights in his hand and he proceeded to do reps.

“Hey Silver-tongue, what’chu working on?” you asked as you strode towards him.

“498, 499, 500…oh, hello darling. How can I help you?” You watched him do his bicep curls. His lean muscle stretched the thin fabric of his shirt. You could follow the veins in his arms as he made them taught and then relax.

“I was hoping for a spotter. I wanted to work on my quads.”

“I would be happy to oblige.” Loki quickly agreed. He had no idea what a spotter was or what part of your body the quads were located in. But seeing that you chose him over anyone else in the gym - over the seething Barnes who was watching with narrowed eyes over in the corner - he couldn’t help but be elated.

Loki quickly learned what he had to do and now he regretted putting himself in this predicament. How could he possibly get out of this without embarrassing himself in front of you?

He stood behind you as you carried a long bar over your shoulders with heavy weights on either end. You proceeded to do squats. Bringing your body down and then back up again. “What exactly am I to do again, darling?” Loki asked as you continued to do another squat.

“Watch my form. Make sure I’m doing it correctly. One misalignment could mean an injury or at the very least aching muscles tomorrow morning.” Oh, he was watching your form all right.

“And this is supposed to help…” Loki’s head tilted as he watched you squat down, “…your thighs?” Those delicious thighs.

“Yes. And I know you can take this weight off me easily if I can’t continue.” You grunted as you stood. The primal sound embedded itself in his imagination. “I know how strong you are. You can probably carry this weight with your pinky finger.” You complimented.

Loki huffed. “Are you flattering me? And they call me ‘Silver-tongue?’” he smiled.

“I’ve seen you Loki, I know how strong you are. You shouldn’t hide under so many layers.” You winked at him.

“Watch what you say around me, darling.”

“Or what? It’ll inflate that ego of yours?” you giggled. As you stood up from your last squat.

You watched him come closer behind you. A smirk on his lips as his tongue peeked out. He leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, “Or else, I’ll have to show you the genuine reason why they call me Silver-tongue.” His voice vibrated in your ear, tickling it, sending shivers down your side.

You dropped the barbell behind you. Loki caught it with one hand. “Looks like you did need someone to spot you after all.”

Is Loki flirting with me? You looked into his glinting eyes searching for that familiar friendly gaze. The one he always gave you after he said such things. The one where he placed you back in the box labeled ‘friend’. Only this time, it wasn’t there. There was something deviant in his eyes. As if you were seeing them for the first time. Clear and dark.

His eyes roamed your body as if he were imagining all the lewd things he wanted to do to each and every single part of you. You shivered at his gaze. What changed? You wondered. When did he stop being my friend and started wanting something more?

Neither of you could help it. The tension was too irresistible to fight. Flirting with the god of mischief was dangerous. You trusted your friend, Loki. The one you would spend afternoons listening to music with while he read to you on the couch. But Loki - the silver-tongued god of mischief? Silver-tongue was someone different. He was darker. More dominating. He was confident and arrogant. And you would be lying only to yourself if you said that it didn’t turn you on. Neither of you were bold enough to admit your feelings to each other. And both of you were too proud to give in. The two of you stuck in an endless game of cat and mouse.

You started wearing skirts to tease him. But he would play into it, knocking down whatever you had in your hand with his seidr, just to see you bend over. Short of doing “the Bend and Snap,” you teased him by running your hands up your thighs, then your hips. Lifting your skirt slightly as you slowly got up. You would roll your eyes secretly. You knew Loki was around somewhere watching you, but you didn’t know where.

You would get him back though! Whenever you would pass behind him you would drag your fingernails across his back, shoulder to shoulder. You never passed up the opportunity to touch him. You particularly liked it when he would wear his long hair up in a messy bun. You would have access to his long neck and you would run your fingernails lazily along the back.

He would shiver in response. You especially liked it when he was around other people and you caught him off guard and he would just freeze and stop whatever he was doing. He’d close his eyes and just relish in your touch as you softly play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

It all came to a head one night when Loki was on his way down to the kitchen for some more of Tony’s expensive, top-shelf liquor. He heard some rustling in the cabinets again and wondered if it was you. Eager, he came around and saw you fishing the cabinets for the whiskey he purposely hid in the back of the cabinet. Loki stood there, mesmerized once again by your curvaceous body in your sleep shorts. The fabric riding up so high they barely covered you. His hand involuntarily moved closer. On their own, they reached out to you. You quickly found the bottle and stood yourself back up with ease. Those squats really do help.

“Darling,” Loki said as his hands curled around your waist. He couldn’t resist any longer. You were surprised to find him behind you.

“Loki. What are you doing here?” you asked. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“No. Not with you running through my mind all night.” His hands felt warm against your body. He buried his nose on the side of your neck. His lips threatened to kiss your skin, but he was still hesitant. He knew that as soon as his lips touched your body, there would be no going back. He would crave you more and more and there would be no satisfying his addiction to you.

You placed the bottle down on the counter, forgotten, and placed your hands on top of his. You guided him up your torso, to your eager breasts. He moaned as he leaned into you. Your body was trapped between his growing length and the cold kitchen counter.

Your hands continued up towards his hair, splaying your fingers and reaching that sensitive part behind his neck. Making a fist in his hair, grabbing it, pushing his face closer to your neck, aching to feel his lips on your skin.

“Don’t tease me, Silver-tongue.” You simpered. That pet name does things to him. Only you would be able to call him that and make it sound so wicked. So desperate, yet so reverent.

“Unlike the way you’ve been teasing me, kitten? With those scratches on my back. Touching me the way you do.” He growled, giving in to the taste of your honeyed skin on his lips.

“I thought you liked my hands on you.” You asked naively.

“Hmm. Why do you think I started wearing my hair up?” One of his hands roamed up to your neck, while the other pulled your hips flushed against him. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured taking you, bent over for me like a common harlot? Every time I see you bowed over, presenting your delicious curves to me like a maiden offering up herself to a selfish god.”

“Why do you think I started wearing skirts?” You asked playfully. You could feel Loki’s smile against your skin. He pulled your face towards his, finally capturing your lips in a deadly kiss. His thumb stroked your cheek as he sucked on your upper lip.

Loki broke off the kiss, his lips lingering a little longer over yours. “Come,” he commanded. He led your dazed figure back towards the bedroom hallways.

“What are we doing?” You asked beguilingly. We. He liked the sound of ‘we.’

“Neither of us can sleep. I know a couple of ways to make us tired,” he said as he picked you up over his shoulder, laying his hand on your delicious ass and smacking it.

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https-furina · 10 months

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handisndkssl i said i wasn’t writing angst for this event so what the FUCK was that shit perse

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House Of Memories (49/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: fluff, just fluff

Summary: The festivities have begun, and the anticipation is getting to Obi-Wan.

A/n: ATTENTION PLEASE, since I updated so late, there will not be another update tonight, or tomorrow since I have to work super late... BUT there will most definitely be a very long episode dropped on Saturday and oop- 50 is going to be a massive win for obi and his little one

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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"Are the curls too flat?"

The stylists had been poking and prodding about your face and hair for the last several hours, and you weren't sure if you'd ever make it to the event for how long it was taking. Padme's stylists, experienced with her look, had finished long before you, and it seemed like now she was just feeding them more ideas.

"No, they look angelic, let the small pieces frame her face and twist the rest back on the sides," she instructed, and they did just that.

You couldn't see a thing that was happening, so for all you knew, this could be a big joke, and you'd show up looking the same as you always did... of course Padme would never do that do you, but the thought still crossed your mind.

It was rather strange that they never once let you look in the mirror. They claimed that 'we're the ones who need to see, not you.' Which was simply infuriating, but you digress, it was a little fun being able to pretend just for the day that you weren't a Jedi.

"That's lovely Juri, she's absolutely stunning," Padme came back in the room, bringing the dresses for you both to fit into.

The stylists gawked and awed at the beauty of them both and it was only now that you caught a glimpse of padme's dress. It was a lovely dark navy, with strings of iridescent stones laid over it, the way they shimmed in the light made them look like stars against a night sky. Whoever made Padme's dresses, they sure knew what they were doing, the girl was never dressed less than a princess, and you loved that about her. She was easily seen in a crowd, she always stood out. She was one of the loveliest beings in the galaxy, and you always felt it an honor to be in her presence.

"Alright, it's time."

Obi-Wan was unsure about the formal set of clothes. They didn't look bad, perse, but the person staring back at him in the mirror wasn't the General Kenobi everyone was used to. He looked far more refined, and regal. He looked like he probably descended from royalty, and he had that of great riches beyond compare.

The trousers and boots were about normal, but from the waist up, it was like a whole different person. The dark undershirt, borderline black, but there was a hint of the darkest green embedded in it. Over that was the formal shirt, much tighter and restricting than his robes were, but he supposed it was a nice contrast to the light shades of them, as the deep brown looked so earthy and warm. The last thing to adorn his body was the vest, made of some sort of leather, and the glossy black only faintly reflected the light as he pulled it to rest over his shoulders. He did look nicer than usual, he could admit it, but it still didn't feel like him.

He supposed he would brush everything aside and wear this outfit, for the sake of Padme, and for the sake of you, whom would also be forced to wear garb outside of your normal pickings.

He left the room and headed to the main hallway, following after many of the 212th members who were on their way outside. The large hovercraft that awaited them were decorated with some of Naboo's prettiest flowers, including the ones you loved so much and had told him about. The sparkling blue ones that glowed in the light. You'd said that they reminded you of him, and had been nearly the exact shade of his lightsaber. Looking at them now, he knew that you were right, it was uncanny.

He'd pick one to present to you, however he felt he should not shorten it's life by doing so, as you'd want to see it grow to its full potential.

He approached one of the palace staff, seeing as though he wasn't busy with anything, and was simply overseeing that the clones were loaded on the hover-ships that would carry them over the water. The man was quite surprised to see the Jedi in such an outfit that made him near unrecognizable. He had always liked the senator's taste, though.

"General Kenobi, how may I assist you?" The man bowed in reverence, and Obi-Wan ducked his head shyly in response.

"I'm looking for my Padawan, I was sure I could find her here, but it appears she hasn't shown up yet," he explained, his hands fidgeting and likely giving away how anxious he was to see you. It's not like was was trying to hide it, anyway.

"Oh yes, I remember I was to tell you she will be arriving at the venue separately, as she will be accompanying the senator."

Obi-Wan, though massively patient in quite literally any other circumstance, had to restrain himself from arguing with this man over the situation, and walked away before he could even think of demanding to see you.

"Thank you, if it is alright, I'll board with my men," and then he was on his way.

The trip over the water was beautiful, very scenic and calming, actually. He'd never truly experienced a tour of this planet, although he'd been here several times on account of the senator, and back then queen. He'd seen Theed, and he'd been in the forested regions, even exploring the underwater world of the Gungans, but this? This smooth ride over the lake country where he could see the lovely outline of the cliffs and the mountains against the sky, with every little detail now pointed out to him through the attention they drew, this was paradise. A real vacation if he could swear it was one. Now the only thing missing was you.

"Excuse me sir, I don't believe we've ever met," one of the clones came up behind the general, teasing him to see if he'd respond to the joke. Some of the others laughed at him, and Obi-Wan sighed as he turned around. "General Kenobi, is that you? You look uh... a little different."

"Trapper, if you're going to mock me, please do so outside of my vicinity."

But of course, having heard his annoyance, they only wanted to poke more fun at him, so for the rest of the journey, he was no longer able to simply enjoy the landscapes around him, but endured being made fun of by the men he lead on almost everyday.

Reaching the port, he was able to see another hovercraft in the distance, and hoped you would be here soon, but having seen the festivities that awaited, he was able to relax and disembark with his clones until then.

The décor was amazing, as it always was, and he knew that this time Padme had outdone herself. There was not a moment where that woman was not the most decadent person he'd ever met. He could hear music as he approached the venue, and it was lovely, the sounds were peaceful and serene, the stringed instruments in harmony with each other really set the mood of this celebration, and although his men were all rough and normally very boorish, they seemed to be exuding their most refined courteousness. If this party could turn his soldiers into gentlemen, it could do anything.

He was ushered in by the other hosts of the night, being greeted by the large doors of the hall and shown inside where the refreshments were. He walked slowly down the large set of stairs that lead to a wide dance floor, open to anyone who may take part in such an activity. He was obviously not known for dancing, although he was sure it wouldn't take much convincing if only a certain someone would ask.

"You look tense, General. You nervous?" Cody, ever the reliant commander, seemed rather troubled about his superior, as he hadn't seen him clench his fists that tight since the last mission.

"I'll be fine, I think I just need a drink," he all but joked, following Cody over to the bar, which had been ever so generously provided for them.

As more people began to pour into the room, the party seemed to grow more alive. The people of Naboo were a very hospitable people, and welcomed them all with open arms. There was not a clone unoccupied in the large celebration hall, as the guests kept them busy, telling stories of their successes in the war. The people found it fascinating, and of course the soldiers themselves were all to happy to comply with their requests for stories and recalled memories of victory. Obi-Wan was happy to see them so happy, enjoying the celebration he truly believed was meant for them. He was not a leader without them, and they were the reason for all his achievements.

"The senator is here," the in-tuned Jedi heard someone behind him, and turned around, seeing a small clustered group at the top of the stairs.

He set his unfinished drink on the countertop, waiting for the group to finish greeting the hosts at the top so they might come down. He knew you were with her, which is why he was paying such close attention.

It was all so quick, the way Padme lead her assistants and yourself down the stairs, and he first saw you... his jaw nearly went slack on the floor.

Your dress, though modest to some extent, showed off your most pleasing attributes. It was green, and blue, representing the earth and waters of this planet, with the ever so small bouts of pink to accentuate the plant life. The broadness of your shoulders were looking divine with the shimmer of the satin vines that cascaded around them, holding the rest of the dress together. Your skin was glowing, and he couldn't help but notice the stretch of your legs, coming through the slits of tulle that surrounded them. Crystal looking shoes you wore that were adorned with vines and flowers that crawled all the way up your knee and stopped right under your thighs, which were also halfway visible. You had your head ducked parallel to the stairs while you walked down them, and if he knew you, and he did, it was because you were utterly terrified you were going to trip and fall down them. He was not yet able to see your face, but your hair was lovely. Normally wild and untamed atop your head, it had been smoothed into gentle curls which laid effortlessly on your shoulders. The sides were pulled back and up, into twists on the back of your head, held in place with light pink flowers like the ones on the dress.

He started walking towards you when you were nearing the bottom, and his heart was racing before his steps even moved him forward. There were couples that had stopped on the dance floor to watch the senator come in, but nothing could stop him from getting to you, now on the ground where he stood. He finally stopped before you, and you lifted your head, not at all surprised to be meeting his eyeline. You could feel his anticipation from a mile away.

He almost couldn't breath, yes, you took his breath away. He dared not look away for even a second, even as Padme greeted him with a 'good evening, General Kenobi.'

"It's lovely to see you, malady," he spoke, sparing her a single glance, but his eyes were drawn back to you like magnets, and it was completely free from his own will of controlling himself.

You smiled cheekily, observing him in his entirety. He cleaned up very nice. Of course, you preferred the ragged Jedi you knew, but this was a nice change from the normal.

"Obi, you look very handsome," you told him, stepping closer to admire how completely royal he looked. Like a prince of a far away planet. His cheeks turned red, but he was quick to return the compliment, although a bit flustered from yours.

"And you look beautiful," he felt that word didn't compare to how you looked, and he didn't want to settle for it, but he did, knowing he would look foolish if he kept quiet long enough to think of something else. This galaxy had not seen such a marvelous wonder as you, therefore the word for your beauty did not exist, and he decided on that.

He his hand to you, and you took it, watching closely as he raised the hand to his lips and kissed the top of it delicately.

"You must excuse me, I should greet the other guests," she said, backing away slowly, but she knew that her presence would not be minded to leave, as you both seemed rather... entranced at the moment. She was very happy, however, to see that her hard work had paid off.

The music started back up again, and it was only this moment that Obi-Wan had noticed it stopped, for when you entered the room, in his mind it seemed to continue, even more astounding than it had been before.

He pulled you along with him to the side of the stairway, avoiding causing traffic in the area.

"You really are beautiful, little one," he said, still admiring every little detail about you. It was clear that work was put into this, and he wanted you to know that he was appreciative, even if you didn't mind so much.

"I'll admit, I feel more seen in this dress than I ever have in my life," you chuckled, taking and deep breath and releasing it. You weren't used to having more than one set of eyes on you at a time, at least not for good reasons.

"Oh, but little one, I always see you."

His hand that still possessed yours lead you back backwards, towards the edge of the dance floor, and you were worried that perhaps this attire was not the best thing to be wearing at the moment.

"Obi, you know I can't dance," you shook your head, but didn't show any other signs of protest other than that. If you truly did not want to dance, he would not make you, but he did feel the need to correct your statement.

"You've danced with me before," and it was true, but those were different circumstances, if you remember correctly.

"We were alone, and no one could see us, then."

He pulled you flush against him, a hand on your waist and the other in your hand, his head tilted slightly to look at you in close proximity. He sent into your mind the feelings that coursed through him, and in your bond of the force you felt every single thing he did. It was overwhelming really, like a beautiful chaotic storm of emotion.

"It's just us, my love," he whispered in your ear, and right away you knew it would take no more convincing, and you'd dance with him the whole night through. "It's just us..."

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mitsvriii · 10 months

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Vision

TW’s: death, fluff to angst

Pairings: Shikanoin Heizou & reader

Reader type: can be read as any

Word Count: 580

A/N: perse if you read this i’m sorry; i’m also sorry if you wake up to this, spoilers for how Heizou got his vision and his childhood, reader replaces his friend in this story

Heizou doesn’t like to remember how he got his vision, nor his childhood.

It all started when he met you when he was at a festival. You had claimed you were the child of wealthy merchant, puffing out your chest in pride.

From then on you would bring him all kinds of trinkets for him to spectate. Numerous books from Sumeru, and toys from Fontaine. Claiming that they were from your family’s warehouse.

The two of you grew closer as time went on, but something off about you caught Heizou’s sharp eyes. Your clothes were torn and ragged, contradicting your words about how you were a wealthy merchant’s child.

He decided to have a talk to you about it, like proper adults. You had then confessed to that every “gift” you had brought him was something that you had stolen from a merchant’s guild.

And to make matters worse, you had even said that your first plan at the festival were you two met was to steal something from him. Heizou was furious to say the least, he had stormed out but not before saying “We’re not friends anymore!” first.

He didn’t know if he was mad at you for lying to him, or if he was mad thar you were a criminal. When he was home he threw our everything until all that was left was a small, green pebble.

You two had fished two of these pebbles out of a stream, both of you keeping on as a sign of your friendship. This pebble was the only thing you hadn’t stolen to give to him, it was the only sign of your pure friendship towards him.

Heizou went to threw the pebble out of the window, only for it to hit the lattice on it and bounce back under his bed. He fell to the ground in a sense of irritation, laying there. Telling himself that he would soon forget everything that happened between you two.

A year later he went to the same festival you two met at, carrying the pebble as he attended tue festival. He would met you again however, laying in a pool of your own blood admit the screams of the crowd.

You had apparently gotten into an altercation with a man who attempted to steal your Mora bag. Who in panic, stabbed you in the heart woth his dagger. Heizou dashed over to you, his pebble dropping from his hand onto the ground.

Your eyes had lit up a litte, “Come here to see me, did you…Heizou?” You had spoke, glancing at him.

“Just shut up! Shut up!”, he had yelled, more of your blood coating his hand as he tried to stop the bleeding.

You had shook your head, and with as much effort ad you could you opened the Mora bag, revealing nothing but your small, green pebble. With one final breath you spoke, “I…I came to see you, too…”

Heizou had returned home that day, his mind blank with hints of anger and disgust in it. As he was walking he realized that he was mad at letting deception become friendship. He realized that it wasn’t just your deception against him, but all of the deception in the world.

A month later he would leave his home and set out to take on this deception head on. But instead of the pebble of friendship that he carried with him, it was an Anemo Vision of resolve in its place.

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centipedelightning · 9 months

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One has come to say hello again! One thanks thou heartily for both the headcanons and the compliment on one’s pronouns, one does in fact does use old English pronouns (if that was the term thou used, one doesn’t remember and has gotten too lazy to check oops)!

If thou would not mind, one would like to request for the mafiafells and horrortales in QPRs with a reader that loves weaving tapestries and/or clothes for them, always personalized specifically for them! One thanks Cupid (Also, one would love to add that one adores your names!)

skdjfhsdkj i return. it looks like only one thing can be updated a month and it seems last month's was my fic. i swear I'm trying to be better (I'm really not). and Mous! i love that I can recognize thou so easily! and thank thou! i think I'm very funny with my names bc of the irony (I'm aroace)

| Mafiafell & Horrortale x gn!reader || Queer-platonic || Fluff |

Tommy

He really likes sitting with you while you work.

Depending on what specifically you work with (i.e. how big the loom is) it might not be relaxing perse but he sticks around anyway.

honestly, that man can sleep through a train derailing he's probably napping while you work.

He lovessss all the clothes you make him.

He probably won't wear it out very often because he doesn't want it to get dirty and messed up, but trust that he lives in it at home.

The one exception he has to wearing what you make him out is to formal events where he isn't concerned anything is going to happen.

He loves to gloat about how you made it just for him and everyone else should be dropping dead with jealousy.

Tommy only really accepts one or two tapestries from you because he doesn't have that many places he could put them.

Assuming at least one is pretty large, one goes in his office and sits on the wall behind his desk. He loves pointing it out when talking to prospective business partners.

The second would go in his (or your shared) bedroom on a sidewall so he can look at it while falling asleep.

Python

This guy is pretty much the opposite.

He loves any tapestry you make him and slowly builds a collection so he can switch them out seasonally.

He also displays them in his office for similar reasons but prefers smaller pieces to display on sidewalls rather than behind him.

Since he works behind the scenes and isn't getting as dirty nearly as often as his brother, Python is much more comfortable wearing the clothes you make him day-to-day.

He actually really enjoys matching his suits to the shirt you made or vice-versa.

If you work on anything larger or louder than a small tabletop loom, he probably isn't hanging out with you while you work. Poor guy is far too prone to migraines for that.

He prefers you make his formal attire, and will help prep everything you need to make him look perfect.

Yes, he does buy you some of the highest-quality threads to use for your art.

Mars

A bit stressed about being able to return that favor because he sees how much time and effort goes into one bolt of fabric or one tapestry.

You are going to need to convince him to take it.

He makes a request pretty early on to make sure any clothes you make are dark because he works outside with his brother a lot and doesn't want to have the stains show on your hard work.

He helps you sew to ease his conscience.

Regardless, he loves wearing what you make him and practically lives in them.

Tapestries tend to get to him more.

He's comforted by the fact that they are display-only but is still a bit itchy about not being able to repay the effort.

While he likes to mount smaller pieces to the walls, anything of significant size is actually used as a decorative blanket and rotated out randomly to mix it up.

Jupiter

Screams cries dies.

He loves everything you make him and will cook you a lavish meal to return the favor.

He is super good about cleaning everything super well, so you don't need to worry about him staining your hard work.

Make him linens. He is outside all the time in the hot sun all day he needs light and airy clothing.

He is actually a bit confused by the first tapestry you try to give him. Not necessarily because he doesn't know what one is or anything, he just didn't really consider it would be something a person would gift to someone that isn't like. royalty or something.

No matter the size, he tries to use it as a blanket the first night.

You're gonna need to explain it.

After that he's fine.

He does the same thing as Mars and treats a few pieces as decorative throws.

One tapestry is currently being used as a curtain.

He really loves everything you make him and cherishes it with his entire soul.

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