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henrioo · 5 months

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°•*⁀➷ONLY ME: LAW

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "The parent life is definitely exhausting, when your husband can't stand up because the tiredness you need call your friends to get some help. But who would imagine that Law would be jealous because of that?"

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE! READER, TRANSMASC! READER, PREGNANT MALE! READER, mentions of body dysphoria, mentions of transphobia, mentions of difficult pregnancy, poor communication between parents, exhausted parents, excessive self-demand

꒰ CONTAINS ꒱ : Law trying to be the perfect father and husband, a very cute baby, Sachi and Penguin are the best possible uncles, lots of adult talk about the future and children, Law is jealous but not in the way you think, Bepo is a dog lol, lots of domesticity and family comfort.

꒰ WC ꒱ : 3,1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : So I finally started posting again, I have literally like, 12 stories to post?? Yeah I have a lot of things, then I will try to post them while I finish the ask. You already know, if you aren't one of my female friends please don't interact with this post, besides that enjoy it a lot. Also I'm trying to write some platonic child stories but I don't have any ideas so if someone wants to send some ask I won't deny... But remember I really take a long time to deliver my ask

You slowly opened the door to your apartment while trying to stop Bepo from going out into the hallway with your foot and with your other hand you continued patting Rosi's butt so he could continue sleeping. Sachi and Penguin luckily were quick to notice the situation, Sachi held Bepo on her lap while trying to calm the little furball and Penguin silently entered your apartment smiling at you and the baby wrapped around you in the pink sling with mini hearts that was a gift from your father-in-law who has the same name as your first child.

“Hey” Penguin said softly, approaching the baby and lightly caressing the chubby, rosy cheeks of his nephew who was a mini copy of Law.

“Hey…” You smiled at him as you continued rocking the baby who was sleeping soundly, soon Sachi came back without Bepo in his arms as now the puppy had calmed down and was sitting watching the three of you.

“What problem do you need from the powerful and best uncles in this world?” Sachi smiled confidently and you laughed softly, they were truly the best uncles you could ask for.

“Law is sleeping like a corpse on the couch... He hasn't been sleeping much these last few days and I didn't want to waste it... But I kinda can't get him out of there right now” you laughed as you showed off your baby, it was obvious that you weren't going to manage to take care of your sleeping husband while taking care of your son.

“Don’t worry, we’ve carried them more times than we can count” Sachi shrugged as if that were just any request.

“Yes, totally, he had a bad habit of sleeping in terrible places and we were always forced to carry him like a sack of potatoes” Penguin laughed nostalgically.

“Yeah… Your daddy is a sleepyhead, just like you” Sachi whispered to the baby and stroked his hat, which imitated the same spots on Law's favorite hat.

“Hah… Sleepyhead, you’d be surprised to see him awake for two days in a row…” You sighed tiredly and let the two men go to the couch.

There was Law, your couch wasn't very big since when you bought it it was just the two of you, so Law's huge body could never fit lying there. That's why he was sitting, his head lolling in an uncomfortable way. He was hugging a small pillow and one of Rosi's blankets, since before falling asleep he was rocking the baby while watching some children's cartoons.

The last few days had been a mess, as Law always said, you had done the hardest job of getting pregnant and giving birth to your child and your husband thought it was fair that he took care of absolutely everything else so that you could recover peacefully and not have any postpartum problems, whether physical or mental. That's why he had not only taken paternity leave but used all his vacation to spend as much time as possible taking care of you two, he had also taken responsibility for cleaning the house and even your diet, preparing all your meals to ensure that you ate delicious and healthy things.

Not only that, with your pregnancy it became obvious that the apartment you and Law lived in was too small for the two of you, as well as many negative points for your baby's growth. There were no parks nearby, it was a very busy place and not safe for children, there were no other parents with children to socialize with, there was no daycare or school nearby... It was a great place for singles and couples without children, but when a child entered the equation there were many other things to consider.

That's why Law decided it was a good idea for the two of you to move to a good house where the baby could grow up with everything he was entitled to. Initially the two of you were going to move while you were pregnant, but you had difficulty moving around and especially a lot of emotional problems. You were going through a lot of stress due to having to reduce your hormone therapy and even stop it in the last months of pregnancy for the sake of your child, you were also freaking out about all the prejudice and the process of being a trans man who was pregnant.

There were so many things that were stressing you out about the pregnancy. Whether it was the risk of you not producing enough milk due to having already had surgery on your breasts, whether it was gender dysphoria when seeing your male body having a “feminine” appearance due to pregnancy, or the fact that the pregnancy was technically planned but you getting pregnant earlier than you both expected, which made you extremely nervous about the possibilities of things going wrong, but definitely what irritated you most were people... especially prejudiced ones.

Law could no longer count how many times the two of you went out on the street together and then you were mistaken for a pregnant woman, what made the situation most difficult was that your reactions were extremely unpredictable. You could just shut your face and walk away, you could correct them, you could ignore them or you could just start a fight and yell at the person only to end up crying in Law's arms while having a gender dysphoria episode because you thought no one would ever see you again as a man because of pregnancy.

Due to all this, the doctor decided that it was better to avoid the headache of moving and make you comfortable in a place where you already lived and were well, thanks to this you gradually calmed down and controlled your mood changes better. And honestly regardless of everything bad that was happening, thanks to Law's support you were completely excited about the pregnancy, it was your child, a child that you and Law had made together and planned together to increase your loving family. You were so excited to be a father that regardless of the bad situations, you knew that when you could see your baby's smile and hug him, everything would have been worth it.

As soon as you got pregnant and Rosi was finally with you, Law went back to organizing the move, this time the plan would be to organize as much as possible with the two of you still being in your old apartment even if it cost more money. So when the time to move finally arrived, you would stay at your father-in-law's house, the first Rosinante, while Law got the house ready as quickly as possible so that you would just need to arrive and enjoy. The place he had gotten was incredible, it was a family residence, with parks and entertainment for children, as well as strong security and the entire place was private and closed to provide even more security. Families had children of all ages and it seemed like a good place to raise a child, as well as having a nursery and a prestigious school nearby. It wasn't that far from the city center and since you both had a car it wouldn't be difficult to get wherever you needed to go.

Of course Law was stubborn, he literally forbade you to help with any of the moving, you couldn't even put things in boxes without your husband freaking out and sitting you down as if you were made of glass and could break at any moment. You weren't extremely complaining but you were already getting worried about his health, mainly because it was obvious how tired he was getting, so when he fell soundly asleep during the middle of the day, you saw the perfect opportunity to get him a little treat. .

“Time for work” Sachi stretched and soon the two were in front of the sofa as they considered the best way to get the tall man out of there “Take the legs, I'll take the arms” he said to Penguin who quickly agreed.

Soon your two friends were carrying your husband and if you didn't know that the two of them were really strong you would be worried that they would knock Law down and break his back... That wasn't already in the best condition. It didn't take long for them to return after putting him to bed and closing the door to the room you shared with him, ensuring that you could make a little more noise without worry.

“What now boss?” Penguin asked with a smile, Law was their superior at the hospital and they used that nickname as a joke, but as soon as Trafalgar introduced you, everyone on the team adopted that same nickname saying that you were now the boss since even the rude doctor obeyed you like a puppy .

“I thought you could watch Rosi for just a little bit… I wanted to try and make a homemade dinner for Law, he hasn't let me cook for so long” You sighed tiredly and carefully began to unroll the sling so your baby could be free.

“No problem, we love taking care of mini Law” Sachi laughed and his face lit up at the idea of squeezing his nephew a little.

As soon as you hinted you passed Rosi to Sachi who held him carefully the baby started to move and was soon crying, which left the man in sunglasses with a shocked face and a broken heart.

“I told you you weren’t the favorite uncle…” Penguin teased as Sachi whimpered and handed the baby to you.

“Rosi… You don’t want to collaborate with daddy today, do you?” You sighed as you rocked your baby and tried to calm him down, your son clung to you and had an uncomfortable face.

Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled knowingly, they could see your tired face and even how you walked slower, Law wasn't the only one who was tired. If they know you well, and of course they did, they knew that while Law was burdened with taking care of everything for you, you were also overwhelmed with taking care of Rosi alone as much as possible for fear of leaving more work to Law. In the end you two were taking care of a lot of things alone trying to alleviate it for the other instead of working together and not exhausting each other too much.

“Right… And if we do it like this, I cook and this blockhead makes peace with the little boy in the meantime you take a very hot shower” Penguin smiled placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, Rosi had calmed down now and it looked like he had just had a nightmare but he had quickly gone back to sleep .

“Ah, no need, I don’t want to give you trouble” You tried to disagree gently, knowing that not everyone liked taking care of babies and you didn’t want your friends to feel obligated to do so.

“Man, trust me, you need to sleep as much as Law does” Sachi said while stealing the baby from his arms, this time he didn't cry and continued sleeping peacefully “Look, you two are stubborn and hard-headed, Law is killing himself to relieve things for you and you're killing yourself to make things easier for him” he said with a shrug.

“In short, you two need to rest and start sharing your problems or soon Rosi will be an orphan because both of his dads had a heart attack due to stress” Penguin laughed, crossing his arms as he looked at you, with that look that said you wouldn't manage to convince them otherwise.

“And I would definitely be the uncle who would adopt him, like Spider-Man, but without the part where I die” Sachi said laughing mockingly and you laughed.

“Okay… Thanks guys, being a father is crazy” You stretched your neck.

“We imagine, but don’t worry, you and Law are being the best parents possible, Rosi is very lucky” Penguin assured you “Now go take a shower because you stink!” He said pushing you into the hallway.

“Hey! I don’t stink!” You protested but didn't turn away from the direction of the bathroom.

Hours later you were on the couch in your pajamas while eating pasta with meat and vegetables made by Penguin, Rosi was in his automatically rocking crib, an extremely expensive gift from your father-in-law, while he was extremely entertained by the multicolored toy in his little hands. That's when Law finally woke up and came out of the room looking for you, he was a real mess and all you could do was laugh.

His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like a wild forest, his face was also a little wrinkled from sleeping rough and it was obvious that he was still a little confused and asleep, but at least he seemed a lot more relaxed than before. He yawned as he walked towards her, he stopped in front of Rosi who mumbled something incomprehensible upon seeing his father after so long, he gave the baby a small kiss on the forehead and caressed his chubby cheeks, then sat down next to him on the sofa. .

You placed your bowl of pasta on the coffee table and opened your arms, an invitation that Law quickly accepted and soon he was hugging you lovingly as he laid his head on your chest, giving you the perfect chance to stroke his black curls.

"What happened?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

“You slept on the couch while taking care of Rosi, so I decided to call Penguin and Sachi to take you to bed” you said and gave Law a small kiss on his hair, inhaling his scent for a few seconds.

“Shit, sorry, I just blinked a little and must have fallen asleep, it was my turn to take care of Rosi, wasn’t it?” He said frustrated and irritated with himself, he had always put too much pressure on himself and now the pressure had increased when he became a father.

“Law it's okay, you're tired, I'm tired, we're extremely tired” you laughed “I'm sure Rosi won't hate you because you fell asleep by accident, besides those two were very helpful in helping me and taking care of me and his so you could get some sleep” you assured your husband to ensure that your insecurities and excessive demands slowly went away.

“I don't like it when other people take care of you, I'm your husband, that's my job” He murmured irritably and hid in your neck, hugging you tighter.

“Well, then you, as my jealous husband, need to sleep and rest a lot to have enough energy to take care of me and your sleeping baby” you laughed too, hugging him tighter.

“I’m not jealous, I just want to be a good father and husband” he looked at you and you knew he was serious.

“And you are, the most perfect father and husband in the entire world” You said lovingly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, making Law hum in happiness, loving receiving some of his affection.

“Okay… I can settle for that” He chuckled and sat up, stretching his body “I didn't think I needed to sleep that much, but I actually feel better now.”

“I know, these days have been crazy… You know, Penguin and Sachi gave me some advice” you thought it was a good time to talk and try to reach an agreement that would make your new life less suffocating and exhausting.

“Those two idiots?” Your husband arched an eyebrow at you, curious and wary of whatever his friends had said.

“Yes… But they are right, you don’t must take care of this all alone Law, you need to share this with me, you are taking care of the move alone and you still want to take care of me and Rosi, you are going to explode at any time” you said worriedly and placed a hand on his.

“I don't want to overwhelm you... You've already dealt with too much, the transition, the pregnancy, the birth, stupid people... I know that pregnancy and the first years of a baby's life are the most tiring for those who have given birth... I just didn’t want you to go through all of this being hell” He sighed and looked at you lovingly “I wanted to try to make it easier for you… That way you could enjoy it with Rosi and recover from everything without any problems.”

“I know, and I love you for being so perfect and careful with me, but we are a family now Law, husband and husband, remember? In health, in sickness, for richer or for poorer... Just as you want to take care of me, I want to take care of you” you smiled and leaned your head on Law's shoulder “So let me help with whatever I can, if we do together we will be less tired and then we can both enjoy Rosi's first years together, I don't want to have all the good times alone, I want to have them with you.” You said as you took his hand so your data could intertwine.

“I'll try... I don't want to miss any of this either... Thank you for giving me this chance to make you happy” He smiled and kissed your forehead.

You sighed in relief knowing that no matter the situation you and your husband would always understand each other and be able to find a solution that worked for both of you, even with all the exhaustion of raising children, you knew that you would both work together to do the best you could. without fainting from tiredness.

“How can I make it up to you for being a stubborn husband?” Law asked, laughing.

“Hmm… Maybe with a few hugs and kisses I’ll forgive you” you laughed snuggling into him.

Before Law could respond, Rosi started making noise and trying to get the two of you's attention, he stretched his little hands towards you and made as many sounds as he knew and could as if he was trying to catch you and say ‘pay attention to me!’.

“Oh, looks like someone else missed daddy and wants more kisses” you giggled at your adorable baby.

“Alright, I can handle two little needy men” Law smiled and soon a bark was heard and the next thing you know Bepo was on the ground shaking his fast furiously and looking at you with the best puppy dog eyes he had “Three little needy men” Law concluded.

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stupidstrawberrystars · 3 months

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hi. so. I NEED MORE OF THAT TIKTOK AU

While I am writing this for me, to try and remind myself why I love writing, I also love that other people loved it too ❤️ I promised myself i wouldn’t answer this until I finished the next bit, so I have :) So thank you 😊

Wolfstar tiktok AU- Part Two (sorry if it’s unrealistic how often they go on “lives”. The next one will likely be them accidentally creating a couples trend).

Previous (Part One). Next (Part Three).

Oh and… this is 3k words. So i’m thinking of putting it on ao3. BUT ITS GOOD. I promise. Please read it (if it’s ur thing). They flirt embarrassingly and then Remus gets Sirius a super cute birthday gift!

Half their fan base are “Wolfstar” fans now. Thank James for sharing the ship name Marlene came up with a couple years ago. Luckily, Sirius is reassured that Remus has none and will not get any social media, due to his constant slander of it. So he’ll never find out about their fans.

But their platform is pretty great, it’s a community already and there’s almost no toxic people. Which is exactly why Sirius feels comfortable with this stream on his birthday. Him and James have been trying on skirts.

They’re on the final ones now. Pete’s in the background ranking them. James has on a kind of ugly red skirt, it passes his feet and has weird frills all over it. But Sirius likes his skirt. The most actually. It’s a pleated, green mini(ish) skirt, the type that goes perfectly with his leather jacket and boots.

He doesn’t have a super feminine build (except maybe his long hair- it’s all dumb stereotypes though) and he’s certainly not as thin as skirts are often designed for, so he was worried they wouldn’t suit or fit him. But James offered to do this, and he’s really enjoyed it.

And now Sirius is tempted to wear it to the mini birthday celebration Marlene’s organised for him tonight. Only there’s a slight problem, it’s a little cold outside and none of his shirts go with the skirt.

“Padfoot, you literally own everything, how do you not have anything that goes?” James cannot even say that right now, he’s wearing a football top over the skirt. Football tops can go with skirts, but definitely not that skirt.

“They do go. But it’s so cold and Marls planned a mostly outside thing. Usually i’d sacrifice my temperature for my style but it is my birthday. Shouldn’t I just get my perfect outfit?”

Pete warned him. He said that wearing the skirt outside wasn’t the best idea in November. But it hasn’t been too cold recently. Plus, it really looks good with his boots.

“Hey how about one of Moony’s jumpers you stole? They’re thin enough to fit under the jacket, would go with the skirt and would keep you warm. Plus you love them.” Sirius feels his cheeks warm a little. Trust Pete to simultaneously contribute a good idea and embarrass him. But regardless, he goes into his room and comes back out with two jumpers.

“I’ve only got red and orange? Neither go with green. I need like a- a brown one. So never mind.”

And as Sirius contemplates his outfit, the door opens.

“Sorry i’m late I had to pop back to my place to grab your gif-“ Sirius looks over when he hears Remus trail off.

“You alright Moons?” Remus is frozen in place, staring at Sirius like a deer in headlights. From their camera placement, the phone is recording only Sirius and James, with Pete popping up in the background. So Sirius steps out of frame to go towards Remus at the door. “Hey Moony.” James yells from behind him and it seems to snap Remus out of whatever caught his attention.

“Fuck, shit, sorry. Got erm- distracted. Hey, Happy Birthday Pads! I like- hah- the skirts. They suit you both. Well. I’ve got the drinks demanded by Marls and your gifts Padfoot.” It’s not even a compliment towards him and yet Sirius blushes.

“Yeah Remus is right, you’re really pulling of that long fucking red thing there James.” The compliment was probably just Remus trying to be nice. Petes right, James has pulled of many of the skirts so far but this is not the one.

“What the compliment, thanks Wormy.”

Full disclosure, they had to admit the background story of all their nicknames to the internet, lest their fans think they’re bullying Pete.

Sirius steps back into camera, with the whole living room behind him, placing the drinks to the side and grabbing his gifts. There’s two. A small box and a bigger, less obvious-shaped gift.

“So everyone, I haven’t seen Moony alllll day since he had class and tests without stopping and he had to revise. But, worry not, he did text me Happy Birthday between each class cause he knows I want attention. So, how’d they go Moons?”

Sirius is inspecting the bigger gift, it’s an odd shape, and vaguely squishy, perhaps clothes, and when he looks back up at Remus, he’s got a little blush on his cheeks and his neck, and Sirius (not for the first time) wonders how far down his body it runs.

“Oh we don’t- it doesn’t matter... Oh okay stop glaring at me. All three tests went okay. I was really happy with my essay one though. So yeah, not so bad.”

“Congrats Moony, knew you’d kill it. Since we’re sharing news, I got to cover for the missing chef today, above all the other interns, so...” He’s told James and Sirius already. But there’s something about telling Remus news that matters more (at least to Sirius).

“Holy shit Pete that’s awesome. I knew they loved you. Good job. Hey, let’s see the cake you made. We’re so lucky to have a cook, I swear i’d starve to death without you.” Pete smiles at Remus’ compliment like he doesn’t say the same sort of thing every time Remus eats Pete’s food. And they live together, so that’s very often. Remus is just always so genuine.

Pete lifts the lid of the cake box to show Remus, and they fall into a little conversation in the kitchen, just to the edge of the screen of their live.

“You gonna open his gift now or later Pads?”

But Sirius isn’t even listening. He’s got an idea.

“Hey Moony come over here.” Remus walks towards Sirius with a doubtful look on his face. He clearly knows the tone Sirius takes when he wants something.

Sirius places the gifts on the table beside him, he’s desperate to know what they are but it’ll have to wait.

“So... i’ve been trying to figure out what top can go with this skirt-“ There’s a joke about Remus topping him in there someone, and that’s obviously what James is thinking, “But nothing I own goes with it. I was going to wear one of your jumpers, but the ones i’ve got here are the wrong colour.”

Remus furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head as if to ask where this is going. It’s a bit far to go to Remus’ flat to steal his jumper. That’s not the plan though.

“And then in you walked, like the answer to my dreams,” Remus attempts to lean on the mini table behind him but it pushes backwards easily and he stumbles forward, sort of recovering. “And I realised the jumper you’re wearing right now matches absolutely perfectly with my skirt and my jacket.” Sirius takes a step towards Remus, and grabs onto the jumper ever so gently with his hand, and then looks a little up at Remus with what he hopes is a cute and not at all guilty smile.

“You-“ Remus chokes on his own words as he tries to speak, “You want the one i’m wearing righ- erm- right now?”

Sirius isn’t stupid, he knows Remus gets flustered sometimes when he’s a little flirty (Remus is gay, and Sirius is fucking hot, anyone with eyes would want to fuck him, so no James, it is not proof Remus loves him back). And he knows Remus never refuses anyone cause he’s so lovely. Especially not on their birthday.

“Come on Moons. It’s my birthday. Please.” Puppy dog eyes never fail. It’s funny actually, cause when anyone else sends Remus cute eyes in order to persuade him, like James, he usually just rolls his eyes and ignores them. But it always works when it’s Sirius.

Maybe he’s just really good at it. Pete always said Sirius was a dog in another life.

“Don’t you think I should wear the skirt? Or do I not actually look good?” For the record (he’ll be accused of this later by fans) he was not guilt tripping Remus. They both know he’s going to agree. Sirius just has to jump through a few hoops so Remus can feel like he has willpower. “Pads you- you look great.” Sirius raises an eyebrow. “You look hot okay. Really hot. But what- erm- what’ll I wear if you take my top?”

That was easy. And yes, he does look hot. Good of Remus to notice (James is shooting him the look, as he always does. It means “It’s reciprocated you idiot”. But Sirius still isn’t sure. That was just a compliment after all).

Sirius wraps one hand around Remus’ arm and keeps the other one buried in his jumper, and then tugs him. Remus trips over a little but follows behind.

“I’ll find you something.”

“Wait Padfoot- I just-“

“Oh come on,” Sirius spins back to meet Remus’ eyes, “You’re the one who said I should wear the skirt. You said I look hot. Hot enough to have earnt it?”

Remus coughs and turns red, again. He blushes so easily. But he tugs Sirius into his bedroom so they can trade.

That’s for sure a win.

And while they’re in there... let’s just say James makes plenty of innuendoes. And Pete laughs his head off.

“You are going to give me the jumper back... right Pads?” Remus walks out the room in his red jumper that Sirius stole a month ago, and Sirius in Remus’ brown jumper. To be fair, it does go with the skirt perfectly.

“Really Moony? It’s my birthday.”

“Yes and usually the rule is I pick you a gift, you don’t just steal one of my belongings. Which I have by the way, two actually. and you haven’t opened either.”

“I’ll give it back eventually Moony. But don’t I just look lovely in this? Or- do you not think I look lovely?”

Sirius reaches to where he left the gifts and picks them up. It’s got a card stuck to the front of the wrapping. He’s ignoring the slight insecurity in his voice. It’s never an easy thing to dress more feminine after being raised the way he was. But he loves fashion and makeup. And he believes it’s for everyone. So he won’t let his past prevent his future.

“You look-“ Remus grabs Sirius’ arm and turns him so they’re facing each other. It throws off Sirius’ balance a little and now he’s definitely close enough for all the fan edits to take advantage of. Plus he’s in Remus’ jumper. And it smells so much like him. He really must’ve been a dog in another life. “You look absolutely gorgeous Pads”.

He whispers it, like it’s a secret, and yet also like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Trust Moony to recognise the slight worry in his voice and go to extra effort to reassure him.

“Th-Thanks Moons.” Sirius never used to believe books or tv when they claimed the world fell away when they locked eyes with their soulmate. Frankly he never even believed in soulmates. But if soulmates aren’t real, what the bloody hell is Remus Lupin?

Because Sirius has never been more sure of anything in the world, than this. Than that he meets Remus in every universe and in every time and in every life and Remus ruins him. In a heartbreaking, life shattering, incredibly brilliant way.

Because when he meets Remus’ eyes, time becomes a simple construct, a useless concept unnecessary to his thoughts. And other people become 2D, folded flat and barely visible. Sound falls away and all he can hear is Remus’ words and his gentle breathing.

“Wanna open your gifts now Pads?” Remus’ hands are still ever so slightly on his hips, and his right hand has slipped just low enough that one of his fingers is resting on Sirius’ skin. It’s electric, and yet also calming. He’s buzzing and yet peaceful. And he still can’t look away.

Sirius is convinced he’s never once been the first one of the two to break eye contact. Because how the fuck could he ever look away from Remus’ eyes.

“Okay.” I’ll do anything you say. You don’t even have to ask.

Sirius stares into his eyes until he looks away, as always, not breaking eye contact first.

Then he carefully takes the card of the paper and opens it with his nail the way his mother trained him to do.

It’s got a tacky 21 on the front but when Sirius opens it, it’s got quite a bit written inside.

Dear Pads

Happy Birthday!

I know we don’t usually write much in these dumb cards, the gift and the day itself are the point right? But I thought maybe this time I should add something extra.

Your 21st birthday is important Pads. And not because you can now drink legally if you ever go to America.

Today marks 5 years since you were brave enough to leave home, sorry that’s probably not something you want me reminding you off. And yet here I am.

You pretend like today doesn’t hurt you. But I know you. So I know it does. And that’s okay.

You don’t listen to James or Reg when they tell you, so please listen to me, to this. You are brave Sirius. You are brave and you are sweet and you are tough. Tougher than me. And you’re so fucking smart.

You are the most incredible person i’ve ever had the luxury of knowing. And hey, i’m not saying this out loud okay? God knows your ego’s big enough ;) So just… believe this Sirius. Believe me. Please. I’d go through anything to know you. I’d do all the dumb shit i’ve done again and again as long as I knew i’d get to keep you.

This world is boring as shit half the time and too painful to live in the other half. And yet with you, it’s a fairytale.

I guess you’re just magic Pads.

So I hope you enjoy today. And the rest of your birthdays. And I hope I get the pleasure of being there for them all.

Love, Moony ❤️

“Jesus Moony-“ Sirius chokes on a slight cry. “Fucking sappy git.” He tugs Remus’ jumper and pulls him into a hug. Remus just chuckles.

“Open the fucking gifts Pads.” Sirius laughs.

“Damn alright Moony.” Looking back down at them, Sirius still isn’t sure what they’ll be.

Ripping open the paper to the bigger one (James bullies him if he uses his nail to gently open it like his parents used to make him) Sirius feels its clothing. And it’s black. He takes it out to find…

That fucking sneak. A few months ago Sirius wanted to order this old leather jacket, from a brand that went bust, but to get it he had to consistently outbid this random guy on ebay. He didn’t have the time. Remus offered to take over for him but Sirius refused, deciding (disappointed) that it wasn’t worth it.

But he must’ve done it anyway. Even when he was feeling sick. Just to win Sirius a fucking jacket he adored.

“This is the jacket I wanted.”

“Yeah.”

“That I couldn’t get cause I had to outbid someone all day.”

“Yeah.”

“That I told you not to try and get for me cause you were sick.”

“Yeah…”

He’s blushing. Well- they’re both blushing. Sirius is blushing because Remus fucking Lupin worked so hard to get him an amazing gift, and Remus is… well he’s probably blushing out of embarrassment. He hates it when people compliment him, which technically Sirius hasn’t done yet but the intention is there.

“Thank you.” He tries to sound as sincere as possible. He wants Remus to understand how much he appreciates him.

“Just open the other one.”

Sirius looks at the small box. He has no idea what could be in it (within reason, it’s obviously some sort of jewellery).

He unwraps it and opens the box.

And it’s his old rings.

The ones he left behind, at his house, when he ran away.

He’d gotten them at a one-time, random stand in London with Remus when he was 15. They were expensive but fucking good quality. He wished he’d remembered to grab them when he ran. He’d searched forever to find the people who ran the stand. And no rings since had felt the same.

“What the- Moons how the hell did you get these?” There’s silence for a moment before-

“What are they?” If he’s being totally honest, Sirius forget James was even there.

“Look-“ Sirius tips the box towards James, and he gasps, “That’s the rings you lost!”

Sirius looks back at Remus.

“I just- you bring them up sometimes. You got most things when you left, and Reg brought some things, but your parents bragged about burning them, and I can tell it bothers you that you lost them. Not that it was at all your fault. Anyway, I had a picture, of the inside of one. I’d sent it to Lily after you bought them. And I noticed the photo had an engraving on it, I zoomed in and it was the name of this company. I checked it out, turns out it was a little family company and they still had a little ring shop in Italy. So I had my friend Grant, he’s in Italy for uni, drop by the shop and look. Turns out they did all their work as custom designs but I had some photos of the rings on your hands, so I sent them to Grant and the people there recreated them. That’s why I stole a bunch of your rings 4 months back. To photo them with a coin, for measuring. So they’ll all fit on different fingers.”

Remus is staring at his feet the whole time as he speaks, as if Sirius is going get mad that he went to so much effort to get him the most thoughtful and lovely gift of all time. Fuck. Remus Lupin. How was Sirius ever supposed to not fall in love with him?

“I- I don’t know what to- thank you Remus. Thank you so, so much. Fuck, you’re so amazing, and sweet-“ And there’s the blushing from the compliments, “You are so fucking lovely and kind and thoughtful.” Sirius can think of anymore words so he pulls Remus in for yet another hug.

It lasts longer than it probably should.

“Erm- not to interrupt or anything- but we’re totally gonna be late and this is erm- is sort of still going.” Sirius turns around to James.

“What’s still going?” James blinks and then Sirius remembers.

“Oh the live thingy.” They’ve probably been half in shot the whole time. Remus doesn’t seem bothered, but Sirius is kinda pissed off. This is a moment for them, the internet doesn’t need to see it.

“There’s plenty of things they don’t see Pads. It’s okay. We still have our privacy.” Remus whispers in his ear. Fucking mind reader.

“Right. Well. We’d best turn it off so I can put these rings on and go to Marlene’s. Bye.”

Sirius shuts it off before James even gets the chance to say anything.

He turns to the others with a smile, “Text Marlene, tell her we’re about to leave, i’m just gonna put these on.” Sirius holds up the box and runs to his room.

All the rings fit perfectly.

Thanks for reading ✨❤️ (I hope you can’t tell I know nothing about jobs or chefs or fashion or university tests or clothes or rings)

#I didn’t mention it yet but remus is totally wearing a hair tie around his wrist for sirius all the time #imma try and include that soon #ugh i’m really rediscovering writing #I shall write what I love again #and what I love is dumb idiots who can’t communicate #dead gay wizards #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #marauders #wolfstar #fanfics #i wrote a fic #i wrote a thing

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HEYYYY! i love ur writings and i was wondering if u were able to make a cutesy reader falling right into elvis’s traps and her just being so oblivious to it? like she swooshes past all his red flags

note: OOOOH DEAR ANON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS IDEA, thank you so much for this request and i hope you like it!

elvis presley knew you were the perfect one from the moment he saw you.

you were not just beautiful, as anyone would like their partner to be, but most importantly you truly love him, you take care of him, you support him and most importantly, you don't notice just how much he loves you.

the first time elvis met you was in his comeback special, you were in the audience but anyone could spot you among all the others. wearing your cute pink outfit with shiny makeup and bright smile.

he would sometimes tease you by saying:

“ darling, there's no way you didn't go there with the thought of getting my attention. you were too beautiful to ignore. ”

“ elvis! ” you'd say while laughing. “ you're exaggerating. ”

“ 'm not! ” and you both would laugh.

the comeback special was just the beginning for the cute relationship you had with elvis.

after he asked steve to bring you backstage, you both talked every day at every hour.

and priscilla started to suspect.

“ who are you calling at 3 am? ” she asked one night, while she was giving her back to elvis who just hung up on you; elvis' smile disappearing the moment she spoke.

“ thought you were sleeping. ”

“ clearly. ”

he scoffed, standing up from bed making priscilla turn around, one hand holding the weight of her body.

“ so who? ”

“ who what? ” answered elvis back while putting his robe on.

“ don't make me feel dumb. who are you calling? ”

“ someone important! ” he almost screamed before locking himself in the bathroom.

priscilla just looked down, tears burning her eyes at the thought of losing elvis so soon.

meanwhile you were just soundly sleeping, smile in your face as elvis and you finished your night call.

oh yes, after weeks of meeting you he asked if you both could have 'morning', 'afternoon', 'noon' and 'night' calls. you agreed, quite flustered for being elvis' object of attention.

you thought it wouldn't last, at first, but you told him it was mainly because of your parents.

“ he is no good! ” your father shouted while you were crying in the cheap couch your family owned, your mother shaking her head as disappointment for you evaded her heart. “ he has new girls every week and if he lied to his wife, imagine to his lover! ”

“ no! you don't understand, we are just friends! ”

now it was your mama's turn. “ hah! yes, friends! like the type of 'friends' he has? you probably already gave him your precious gift- ”

“ no! i already told you we are just friends! ”

“ i don't care, stop seeing him! ”

but, oh, you father was such a hypocrite. because the moment he and your mom lost everything, their job, their house and their dignity, he begged you to tell elvis to help them.

“ honey, he can help us. he is such a sweet soul and he is kind to everyone. ”

“ i don't want to use him for his money... ”

“ y/n. we are your parents, darling. do it for us. ”

but you just couldn't!

you, while sobbing, told elvis everything in one of your so many visits you had when he was in your town.

“ but i don't want to ask you that! you earned that money, not my mama! ”

elvis just softly smiled, hugging you and comforting you. a lovers embrace to many others and elvis. for you, a savior embrace.

“ i'd give them money, how about that? ”

you looked up at him, shaking your head while holding his robe.

“ please don't, i just- don't want you to be their money pig. they are so ungrateful-. ”

“ but they're my angel's folks. ”

“ i know, but-. ”

“ doll, come on. lemme take care of you in some way. ”

you just sadly smiled, hugging him with all the strength you could muster while elvis closed his eyes to focus in the sweet smell of your shampoo.

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a few months after you started dating him, elvis invited you to live with him and his father (who was almost never there because of business; and at elvis request, but you didn't had to know that.) and you accepted, jumping up and down from excitement.

waving your parents goodbye with some elvis presley' expensive napkin while they just waved back, obviously glad that their daughter was going to get married to someone that could give them money.

not that elvis would do that again.

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elvis got a phone call from your parents while you were playing with some tea game he bought for you.

“ presley residence. ” he asked with a smile on his face, a paper crown in his head that you did with your soft hands, some pink plastic necklace surrounding his neck and with your cute voice in the background asking mr. nini if he wanted more tea.

“ hello, elvis! it's the y/l/n family! ”

elvis' smile dropped.

“ what d'ya want. ”

“ oh, well, that's no way to greet your bride's ol' folks.”

he moved a bit further away from you, glancing back to see you were still focused in the way your ballerina dress wasn't with any wrinkles.

“ hm, what is it? ”

“ well, you see, there's this minor problem her daddy had. ”

he had to hold his tongue to not say 'you're talking to him and i don't have any problem.' — “ what kind of problem? ”

“ well, all of the money has disappeared. y'know the one you gave us last week. ”

he rolled his eyes, sighing, already knowing what was this about.

“ listen, uh, i won't give you anymore money. ”

your mother's rant was cut short.

“ excuse me? ”

“ you heard me. ”

“ why? ”

“ i already have what i want. ” he said while turning to you, waving back when you waved and smiled. “ so, why should i give you any more money? ” he asked, now with you facing his back as you returned to your tea party.

“ i... i don't understand. ” your mother weakly answered back.

“ you really think i was giving you money? it was because she was living with you. but now that she is with me, safe, you don't have nothing to take care of. ”

silence filled the line.

“ we're taking her back, don't touch our baby. ”

he almost laughed.

“ hm. ”

then he hung up.

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your mother should've known better. that's what elvis told you at Graceland after your mother grabbed you almost violently while you were shopping.

you were in some designer store elvis recommended you to go for the kind of looks you always wanted to wear. pink and white were your main colors, which sometimes made it difficult to just choose a single cloth. but thank god for your lovely boyfriend who always gave you money, even if you sometimes tried to refuse.

while looking at a skirt that grabbed your attention, hard hands grabbed your shoulders spinning you around to meet them.

“ m-mama? what are you-. ”

“ come with me! ” she said as she dragged you out of the store, a few customers looking at you with worry in their eyes.

“ what is this about? ” you asked, suddenly scared. she looked disheveled, with her hair dirty and no makeup on.

“ that man, elvis presley, he-. ” your mother took a deep breath before continuing. “ he ruined us. we asked for the check last month and since that phone call our life has been awful, darling. ” she started sobbing, clinging to you; making your white dress look dirty.

“ mama, i don't know what you talking about. ” you whispered, clearly shocked of seeing your usually stone-face mother so vulnerable.

“ you have to leave, come with us, we're leaving this country if it's necessary-. ”

“ is there a problem, miss? ” you turned around, some clerk looking at you with concern.

“ no, she's my mother. ” you tried to explain between her sobs.

“ okay... ” the clerk hummed after, going inside his store.

you turned, grabbing your mother's arms. “ mama, come on, what happened? truly. ”

your mother looked at you like you just stabbed her.

“ it's the truth! elvis ruined your father business and my bakery, people started throwing rocks at our windows at home. ”

you just shook your head. how dare they?

“ elvis gave you money for, how long? almost a year? and you pay him back with this? ” you scoffed, your usual pacific demeanor no longer there.

“ elvis is a good man, all that i have i owe it to him, you're not going to make me turn into someone disgraceful as you! ”

“ no, baby! please, listen to me, it's all true! ”

“ is what true? ”

your mother gasped, hiding her face between your clothes while you turned your face to the side finding your boyfriend, all dressed up with his sunglasses, looking at the both of you.

you slipped out of your mother's hold, almost running to stand next to him.

“ hey, what happened? ” he asked, grabbing your waist with his arm.

“ no! you stay away from her, you monster! ” your mother pointed a finger at him, her body shaking.

“ please stop! can we just go? ” you muttered the last part.

elvis didn't say anything more, he just turned and walked out with you. ignoring your mother's painful cries.

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you never had so many friends, your timid demeanor never really hit with anyone but a few. and there was your best friend, who was the only one that understood you.

or so you thought.

you were making dinner with her in the Graceland kitchen, she invited her boyfriend and yours was in a meeting. elvis allowed you to have them as guests so you were happy you could hang out with them in your home.

“ so, how's elvis? ”

“ oh, he's fine, probably a bit tired but he is stubborn so he won't let me keep him at home. ” you quietly laughed.

your best friend just kind of smiled, now looking at you, ignoring the pot in the stove behind her.

“ look, y/n. ” she took off her apron, fixing her hair. “ we've been friends for years and i've always told you the truth. ”

“ that you did. and i will always be grateful! ”

she softly smiled.

“ well, i'm here to tell you the truth again. ” you nodded. “ elvis is a bad man. ”

you dropped your knife.

“ what? ” you turned around, blinking to see if you were dreaming, sadly, you weren't.

“ he didn't let you finish your job, he threatens everyone around you if they want to be friends with you, you even had to ask him for permission for us to come as if you were a child and he ruined your parents; making them die without a penny! ” her voice incremented in volume as she spoke.

you were on the verge of tears, your hands shaking. your best friend, who you thought was the only good thing, besides elvis, that remained in your life betrays you like this.

your parents died because of their disease, elvis told you that himself. he even payed the hospital bills. he wouldn't lie about something like that. he wouldn't lie to you about anything! how dare she?

you couldn't say anything, you just took off your apron and ran upstairs, locking yourself in your and elvis' room. you friend tried to make you come out so 'she could explain' but you didn't want to see her anymore, you cried so much you fell asleep after a few minutes.

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you were woken up by strong arms lifting you, soft footsteps were heard as the figure walked to the bed.

“ hm? ” you muttered, blinking.

“ hey, baby. ” you unconsciously smiled, that soft velvet voice always made you happy.

“ hi, daddy. ” you whispered, now looking at him.

“ what were you doing in the floor, pretty girl? ” he asked while caressing your hair, that was probably a mess.

you wanted to cry by just remembering.

but instead you looked up at him with your adorable doe eyes.

“ i don't want to talk to anyone but you from now on. ” you pouted, your cheek pressing against his neck.

he hugged you back, quite confused at this sudden confession.

“ i'd love that. ” he leaned his head back to look at you. “ to keep my pretty baby all fo' me. ” he smiled, touching your nose with his finger.

you giggled, he always knew how to make you shy.

“ but what happened, hm? tell me, come on. ”

“ my friend said you were a bad man. ” you whispered, sniffing to keep your tears at bay. “ and i was so angry 'cause after my folks fiasco i thought she... i thought she supported me. ” and that was it, you started to cry again.

elvis just sighed, hugging you back.

“ see, that's why i keep you here, baby. ” he spoke with that soft deep voice he only uses with you, leaving small kisses in the crown of your head. “ because i know how people can take advantage of someone as good as you. ”

you just nodded, your eyes closed as they hurt for crying so much.

“ i really trusted her. ”

the sight of you was like a renaissance painting. your eyes shining with tears and the light above you, your white eyeshadow running under them, your lipgloss leaving little sparks in your lips, you looked like an angel.

“ only trust me. ” elvis whispered.

you could only nod, hugging him again.

#request 🤍#austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #yandere austin!elvis #yandere austin!elvis x reader #yandere!elvis x reader

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aprillikesthings · 2 months

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s5 ep8 Shot in the dark

woohooo

Off topic but while looking for fan art of Catra from the portal (ugh I need to try different tags) I instead saw a bunch of anti-Catra and anti-Catradora and anti-spop blogs and jfc people need to get a life and touch some grass and if I'm saying that--

(I mean, I did leave the house today with Saer and their mom, we went to Powell's books where I spent too much money but I got a couple of wlw manga and a Judith Butler book among a few other things, and also we went to a vintage clothing store that seemed to have NO END but I bought one thing there, a lavender satin bathrobe, the short kind; the only thing wrong with it was that it's a bit faded in some places and it's a little small on me but it's a bathrobe, and it was like $26 AND 100% SILK)

a question many astronauts have surely asked as well!

these two squabbling but not actually fighting always sounds like flirting, it doesn't help that a split second after that screenshot, Catra actually smiles for a second

Look. I love them.

Bow: "Adora, Catra's right" Everyone's eyes: go wide Bow: "...that felt weird to say"

the startled noise they all make when he starts talking lolol

but Catra has some flashes (from when she was in the hive mind) and says Krytis is a planet, nice. There's something there Horde Prime doesn't want them to know--so they head for Krytis, roll intro theme

oh man they really did start changing this up every episode. Look at poor Perfuma's face.

Anyway on Krytis they find an old Horde ship and everyone else is trying to figure out what happened but poor Catra is remembering what it was like to be chipped :(

there's a cute moment when she notices her tail is all fluffy from fear and smooths it out before joining the others

there's a "crack" video where Entrapta's little walk here is dubbed with a clip from an ancient Spiderman show's theme song

ahaha

LOOK AT HER the way Bow says this is so great

POOR CATRA

Adora laughs longer than anyone else after Catra gets the helmet off and Catra blushes and smiles and everyone stands around not wanting the ruin the moment--and then Entrapta finds something and squeals and startles the shit out of everyone and it's SO GREAT

Catra: "So, wait, the plan is to barge ahead into the structurally unsound building to find some mystery person that we know nothing about, in hopes that they somehow know how to defeat Horde Prime?"

Bow: "You know, we were just gonna recklessly blast our way through that blockade until you stopped us. So this whole thing is basically your idea."

Catra's starting to realize what DORKS they all are and that good-natured teasing is just part of the deal

the GLEE with which they are including her

I didn't mean to get a screenshot that makes it look like Adora is staring at Catra's butt, but(t) I'm not mad about it

Meanwhile, on Etheria:

yikes

"and yet we're still stuck with you?"

HAH

Back on Krytis Wrong Hordak is having an existential crisis as he realizes Horde Prime is not perfect

Catra fuckin' slices a door into the wall

Bow: dunno if that's safe Glimmer: yeah I'm not sure about this either Adora: MY GIRLFRIEND IS STRONK and has v sharp claws isn't she perfect

seriously tho Adora is BLUSHING

Catra's face

Glimmer's too, actually

oh god it's the bit where Catra keeps sneezing at the spore things in the air and Bow is just like 🥺

Adora's reaction to this conversation is also priceless

Anyway a second later, Catra leans on the wall and sinks into it, she shrieks and Adora yells "CATRA!!" and when they pull her out the wall starts sending out HUGE MURDER SPIKES

Back on Etheria:

Castaspella: "You said you had a plan. The only reason I'm following you is because if anyone would know about mind control, it's you." Shadow Weaver: "Mind control? Is that what they told you? No. My gifts were always far subtler."

I dunno, I think torturing kids is hardly "subtle." But abuse is often hard to spot while it's happening to you.

y'know, like this shit

Okay in fairness she says she was less powerful as well and now he's chipped he's under control by the enemy and they're not strong enough to fight him

On Krytis, the Squad realizes they've gotten confused/turned around in the abandoned ship--"Isn't this where we started?!" There's a growling noise. The hallway somehow gets longer while they're walking in it. Creepy as fuck.

Oh and also it turns out Horde Prime and the First Ones fought over Krytis ages ago and Prime won but then abandoned the place anyway.

Entrapta: also there's someone right behind you

yay i know who this is lol

ALSO Catra insisting on protecting everyone is v cute

also it took me three times to get this screenshot ahahaha

and when she tackles it they both disappear

the audible PANIC

OH HEY i hit the image limit okay hold on

#april rewatches spop #shot in the dark

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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[hullo! dropping in a honmei gift for Ace!! thanks!! ^^]

Ace is surprised with a hug from behind. "Boo! Haha, did I getcha? Here," A small, red box with a ribbon is placed in his hands. There's a clear window on the lid, and through it, he sees a slice of cherry pie. "They had your favorite in the cafeteria today! I made sure to snag a piece for you before they ran out, hehe." Now face-to-face with him, the butterflies in their stomach go wild, but they push forth.

"...I'm just gonna lay it all out: I like you. A lot, actually. I'm in love with you, and your goofy smile, and those stupid pretty eyes of yours..."

They're unable to look at him, but they grin as they continue. "Really, what's not to love about you? You're pretty cool, you're really funny, and you're an amazing friend... You make my days here in this crazy world so much easier, and a whole lot brighter. You have no idea how grateful I am for that..." They look up at him, smiling brightly. "I must be really lucky, having someone like you by my side."

"Call me a sap, or a cheeseball, or whatever; I don't care. I know teasing people like that is your love language." They laugh as they lightly, playfully punch his arm. "Still, it's nice to actually hear the words, right? So... I love you, Ace Trappola! With my whole heart!" They punctuate their confession with a quick kiss to the heart mark on Ace's face.

One tiny alteration was made (just so the events pan out a little more fluidly and dramatically); instead of the Reader placing the box in Ace's hands, Ace grabs it. Hope that's alright! .. BRUH 😭 Can I just say???? I’m totally shocked at how many gifts Ace got this year??? He ALONE claimed 10% of the interactions, and that’s more than Malleus fucking Draconia.

What the heck did Ace do the last year to steal all of your hearts???????? 🤡 This is a genuine question.

Sweet on You.

"Hey, watch it!" Ace groaned, playfully swatting at you with his notebook once you had released him. "Only dummies like Deuce would fall for such a lame jumpscare. I'm built different."

After delivering a light blow to your head, he tucked the notebook under an arm. "So, what's up? You need me or something' now that classes are out?"

Ace peered at the small beribboned red box you offered. Through a window of clear plastic film, he could see a slice of pie. The lattice crust was crisp and golden brown, the filling oozing with plump cherries.

His eyes lit up. "Sweet, score!! I was super bummed out since Professor Crewel--what a hardass--lectured me about goofing off in lab. He went on for so long that I was late for lunch period and totally missed my shot at grabbing a slice."

Ace greedily reached to intercept the snack. When both his grip and yours were locked onto the box, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach went wild and let loose. That physical connection, however brief, your impetus.

You liked him. In fact, you loved him. All your heartfelt thoughts and feelings spilled out, every last detail you loved about him put on display in the empty classroom.

His fingers, and his expression, froze.

You continued.

The more you spoke of him, the more confidence ballooned in your chest. A smile slowly crept onto your mouth, and you managed to wrench your eyes up to match Ace's.

"I must be really lucky, having someone like you by my side."

"... Hah?" Ace stole away the cherry pie. Jutting his chin out, he adopted a smug look—but failed to disguise the initial stutter to his response. “O-Of course you’d be into me. Duh, who wouldn’t be? Can't exactly fault ya. I'm some pretty hot stuff--I'm cheerful, funny, loyal, and super humble. I'm basically the perfect package!"

Lifting a hand, he lightly flicked you on the forehead. "I know you're madly in love with me and can't bear to be apart, but geez, don't go and say sappy stuff like that! You're seriously no shame and all cheese."

"I don't care," you laughed, taking his biting remarks in stride. You landed a punch on his arm. "I know teasing people like that is your love language."

"H-Hey, don't just go and assume..."

"I love you, Ace Trappola! With my whole heart!"

"... Ah."

Warmth blossomed from the mark stamped on his face. Its origin point, where you had laid your lips. His own mouth, and all the sass that flowed from it, silenced.

Your hearts skipped in unison as you beheld one another. The moment, magical.

Ace broke your gaze and quickly looked away.

Time seemed to stand still, letting loose of its hold only when he next spoke.

“………………………. You beat me to saying it,” Ace muttered. A coquettish pink had bloomed upon his cheeks. “It’s cool to have you around. Maybe… we could hang out even more. Not as friends, but as something more.”

His eyes—the very ones you loved—returned to you, bolder and more bright than ever before.

“… What do you say? Be my partner in crime?”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #Ace Trappola x Reader #twisted wonderland interactions #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #sweet on you #twisted wonderland imagines #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wonderland

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duckletranslations · 2 years

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Sweets Club (Tsukasa Idol Story)

Cast: Tsukasa, Sora, Shinobu, Souma, Izumi

Writer: Yumasu

Associated Card

Season: Fall

Tsukasa: So it’s my turn now—hah!

Sora: Haha~ ♪ The menko[1] was flipped~ Shinobu-chan has nothing left in his hand, so Tsukasa-chan wins!

Shinobu: To have defeated me with your newly-learned menko hitting techniques. Suou-kun, how impressive~ ♪

Tsukasa: It’s all thanks to the kind teachings from both of you. By the way, where did you learn this?

I’ve always known it was a children’s game, but I have never tried it in this way.

Shinobu: I learned it for ASOBI club activities. Specifically when we were requested to teach kindergarteners traditional games.

Tsukasa: As expected for Circle activities—

Ahh oh no, I had completely forgotten…!

Shinobu: Wh, what is wrong?

Tsukasa: I am responsible for the sweets at our next Sweets Club meeting, yet I am still struggling on choosing something good.

Until now, I’ve been taking Sweets from my favorite shop, however the number of candidates is decreasing.

If you know of any decent Sweets shops, would you mind telling me?

Sora: Decent dessert places~.... Sora can’t think of a single thing! What about Shinobu-chan?

Shinobu: U~um, I don’t have anything either. The only things that come to mind are cheap sweets or snacks. Suou-kun, I don’t know of any Western sweets shops that you might like.

It might be good to ask friends? If we ask everyone, I’m sure you’ll find a good store…..♪

Tsukasa: Ah no no, you needn’t go that far for me. It would only cause more trouble.

I will think of it as seeking out a new store and continue my search.

Sora: ….Ah. Sora just had a good idea~♪

Tsuka-chan, bring an apple pie that Sora likes!

Tsukasa: Apple pie?

Sora: Sora loves apple pie, but recently it was gifted to him by Senpai!

HiHi~, it was super delicious! Sora was blown away by the perfect combination of sweet and sour~♪

Tsukasa: To the point that you were blown away…. I would like to try that as well. What store is this Pie from?

Sora: It wouldn’t be sold in any stores though~? Because it was baked for Sora!

If you’d like to eat it, you could try asking! He’s a nice senpai, so he would definitely make it for you~

Tsukasa: I’m sure he’s busy, and he would prefer not to be bothered by anything outside of work.

Handmade…would even a novice cook like me be able to make it?

Shinobu: I will look it up on my phone. “Apple pie” “recipe”....

Oh, a lot came up!

Tsukasa: Let’s see…it seems that if you want to make a pie in earnest, you would first need to make the dough.

It’s a lot of work and seems difficult…

Ah, you’re back, Kanzaki-senpai. You’ve worked hard today.

Souma: Yes, “I’m home now.” What are you two looking at with your heads huddled together like that?

Sora: A recipe on a cooking website! Tsukasa-chan says he’ll attempt to make an apple pie~ ♪

Tsukasa: I have not decided if I will attempt it. I also lack confidence that I can do it well.

It’s one thing if I alone were eating it. I cannot even fathom making something passable enough to serve to the other Sweets Club members.

Souma: Hm…. I know a little about apple pie making techniques.

As we are roommates, I will help you.

A few days later

Izumi: —Okay, so why am I being caught up in Kasa-kun’s problems?

Souma: That would be because Sena-dono is a member of Niki’s Kitchen.

Do the activities of Niki’s Kitchen not include airing a cooking video to the “internet”?

I suddenly remembered that Shiina-dono always says that he would like to have Sena-dono be filmed whenever you return.

Izumi: I don’t have free time, so if you don’t tell me about a filming ahead of time, it’s not happening?

….Well, I don’t have anything scheduled right now so it’s fine. And I don’t hate cooking.

Sora: Oh oh? You don’t have free time but you say you’ll do it?

Tsukasa: It is because Sena-senpai has difficulty being honest.

Izumi: Hold up, Kasa-kun, I can hear you?

Come to think of it, how do we get started again? You know, the part where Shiina does a silly greeting.

If Shiina isn’t here, doesn’t someone else have to do it? I seriously don’t want to be the one though.

Shinobu: Sena-dono, you’re actually being quite involved?

Tsukasa: Fufu. Naturally, he can’t be honest…. ♪

After some time

Izumi: —Have you sprinkled all the powder? Then lay out this dough and beat it with a rolling pin.

Sora: Got it, Sora will do it! Tap-tap, tap-tap…. ♪

Izumi: No no, a little harder.

Gimme the rolling pin….Like this!

Shinobu: Oho. So you put strength into it like that.

Izumi: If you wait around too long, the butter will melt and make the dough too tough. Keep beating it until it becomes easy to stretch.

Tsukasa: (...It says to add sugar and fry when the apples become soft, but what kind of condition does “soft” refer to?)

(The dictionary mentions “smooth and tender” but what in the world is a smooth and tender apple…?)

Izumi: Kasa-kun, you shouldn’t let your mind wander while cooking. If you get hurt it’ll be a mess, y’know.

It’s definitely soft enough. Can’t you start adding sugar now?

Tsukasa: …Sena-senpai, somehow you look like you are enjoying yourself. You seem so full of life.

Izumi: It’s ‘cause dessert-making is a specialty of Knights. Although you’re an exception.

Tsukasa: Ugh, right at my weakness… I apologize for my poor performance.

Izumi: Don’t be sorry—instead, work hard. Everyone’s a beginner at first, right?

The first time I held a knife, my hands were shaking so bad. And by the time I got used to it, there were a few times when I got carried away and accidentally cut my fingers.

Growing up by failing over and over again, you have memories of that kind of experience too, right? Cooking’s no different.

With this apple pie today, won’t your repertoire grow? I’m saying it’ll work out if you build up one by one.

If you do that, one day you’ll be good at cooking too. You’ll become able to say “it’s a specialty of Knights.

Tsukasa: Sena-senpai….

Izumi: Just that, I think it’ll take quite a long time….. ♪

Hey now, I said no breaks. Put on the rest of the sugar, then fry it on high.

A few hours later

Tsukasa: Marvelous ….☆ Both the shape and taste are exquisite.

Could it be because it was just freshly baked? Out of all the Apple Pies I’ve had, this is the most delicious….♪

Souma: Part of it may be that it was freshly baked. However, it is undoubtedly due to being handmade.

Sora: HaHiHuHeHo~♪ Sora also likes how this tastes! He thinks the Sweets Club members will like it too!

Shinobu: Agreed ♪ My hands can’t stop~, munch-munch….

Tsukasa: Thanks to everyone, we were able to make an exquisite Apple Pie. Going off of this experience, I will try to make it myself next time.

Izumi: You’ve set your sights high. You’ll be fine without our help?

Tsukasa: Yes. If I succeed, that will be the end. If I fail, though, I will keep on trying.

One day, I’ll puff out my chest and say “this is the specialty of Knights.” Please wait, Sena-senpai….♪

*menko is a traditional Japanese card game that dates back to the 17th century. Menko also refers to the cards used in the game. Basically, players try to flip over a card on the ground by throwing down a card of their own. Wikipedia page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menko

#enstars translation #enstars tl #enstars #tsukasa suou #izumi sena #sora harukawa #shinobu sengoku #souma kanzaki #duckletranslations

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t0kidal · 1 year

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Return: How could we not (later)

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It was around that time of year, when demons alike would present offerings in hopes of gaining favor with one another.

There were just three days till that wonderful day and students were already rushing to prepare their gifts and gossiping about who they’ll give it to.

You yourself were getting something ready with the help of Shichiro and Suzy-san while you left Opera and Iruma to keep Kalego busy.

A great idea, yes.

Leave the poor man alone with an infant and his school bully.

Yes, this will get you a loooooot of brownie points

~~~

“Opera-senpai...” He grits out, “I don’t think this is a good idea...”

Kalego wasn’t sure what he did in his past life, but it must’ve been something pretty bad if his Senpai was dragging him everywhere before confining him to his music room. Not to mention your spawn had come along with him, which begs the question, where were you?

“It’s a great idea Kalego-kun, or do you want to deny the young master your musical talents.”

“NOT WHILE YOU HAVE THAT IN YOUR HANDS!”

A camera, he was expected to perform some obscure piece for the listening and viewing pleasure of two people, one of which can’t even speak yet, and the other who uses him for malicious tendencies on a whim!

“Oh? Well, if it bothers you so much then...” Opera places the camera down and scoops up Iruma before plonking him right onto Kalego’s lap.

“Wha-”

“Watch Iruma for me while I prepare him his post-breakfast pre-lunch snack time.”

“Wait a minu-”

Tmp. And with that, the door shuts.

“Hah... What?”

Iruma was staring at the piano keys in wonder, almost wiggling out of Kalego’s lap to reach them.

... sighs

“Alright, here’s what these keys sound like. First of all, you need to anchor yourself with the proper hand placement...”

A camera silently records in the background.

~~~

Meanwhile, back with you.

“GET. IN. THE. POT.” You were battling it out with a cactus.

Yes, you heard me, a cactus.

A prickly succulent.

Shichiro and Suzy on the other hand, were working in a construction area not too far off.

Eventually, surviving most of your encounters, you, Shichiro, and Suzy had a fine collection of specimens. Some would go to the school and some would go with the two of you.

This was the surprise you were setting up for your dear friend after all.

You missed so many birthdays, the plan was to make up for them.

~~~

Opera had just finished making Iruma’s snack, though it looked more like a luncheon meal. But before he entered the music room in Kalego’s home he paused.

What exactly he was expecting, he wasn’t sure, but sitting at the piano still was Kalego and Iruma.

It wasn’t any of the great Netherworld classics or any children’s pieces.

Rather a calm elegant tune drifted out of the room, filling the room with the sound of music.

Kalego had taken the challenge of following little Iruma’s lead. Wherever his little hands went, he followed with his much larger ones, improving transitions between larger jumps and flourishes with smaller ones.

And thus, the two of them would compose a tune, lovely, full of wonder and integrity.

“wuaaah, wah wah wuuu.”

pfft, it was like Iruma was singing.

“Feh,” Kalego was amused, “In my opinion, it sounded more like this.”

And his smooth lower tenor voice rumbled through his chest, making Iruma pause and stare in wonder as his teacher drifted away with the song they made together.

He was about to fall asleep, the atmosphere perfect right then for a nap, before a knock made them pause.

“I’ve returned.”

~~~

Finally, you were back. You had to call Buer to help tend to yours and Shichiro’s wounds. (Not to mention the millions of spines pin-cushioning you two)

Unfortunately for Kalego, this prompted other teachers to come investigate.

Which made you thank the upper planes that you had the foresight to sound proof Kalego’s house.

And with some finishing touches, you were ready for the grand reveal.

~~~

“Opera-senpai...” Kalego grit. “What is the meaning of this?”

He did not trust the cat demon at all, but with his vision obscured and Iruma clinging to him in his arms there was little he could do.

“Just a little further, Kouhai.”

At least with the child it’s less likely for him to push Kalego over.

Tsk. Even with the blindfold he can still hear a bit of scurrying before complete silence.

And then he could see.

There in front of him, not too far from the back of his house, was a green house.

Filled with cacti.

Only a few were larger than he was but still, there were multitudes of exotic specimens blossoming with beautiful blooms.

“Happy Birthday, Kalego! Thank you for your hard work, Yis.”

Ah, was this..?

It was! A Demonic Rite! But who...

Over the heads of all his colleagues who had come to congratulate him, was you. You were having a brief chat with Buer over your bandaged hands along with Shichiro.

“Ah, it looks like they called everyone over to help.” Remarked Opera.

~~~

You stiffened when you heard stomping coming from behind you.

A happy “Mama!” was quickly followed with.

“Was this your idea?”

He didn’t sound entirely angry...

“W-well...” when you turned around Iruma was happily returned to you. “Yes...? I mean, Suzy and Shichiro helped me pick out the cacti and build the green house... and Buer came along when things got a little... iffy. Ah, uh.. not to mention that uh... Furcas and Morax worked together to pick some wine? I think it was something along the lines of-”

“Enough.”

“...” You avert your gaze.

“Thank you.”

Eyes snapping back up to him, his smirk on his face might’ve seemed malicious to his students but you could tell that he was pleased.

“It’s been a while since there was such an annoying and over the top Demonic Rite.”

“Tch.” You could only pout in return.

“But that was probably because you weren’t there for them.”

Phew, he’s not mad.

“Thank you.”

You only smile in return.

“It’s your Demonic Rite! Thank you! For... For going easy on me, for now.”

“For now.”

“Happy Demonic Rite, Kalego!” Shichiro, very happy, very pleased with how things turned out, used this opportunity to embrace you two (plus Iruma), squeezing. “You too Opera-Senpai!”

“Wait.. NoNoNONONOOOOOOOO”

That night, was filled with laughter and pleasant chatting.

~~~

#another one #naberius kalego #opera mairuma #mairimashita! iruma kun #happy birthday #reader insert #fanfic #oneshot #mom reader

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moszeel · 11 months

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hey so I finished chapter 1 of the SkaSpec Reverse AU fic

It’s not beta read since 1) I’m lazy 2) I’d never publish it cause I’d be trying to get it to be perfect. maybe I’ll get chapter 2 out in another 6 months. Also I’m uploading this to Ao3 in a bit, so I’ll updated it with link when that happens. Please give me criticism I have no idea what I’m doing

Rated Teen + Warnings for descriptions of blood and injuries

A vast ocean of stars sway and flicker in and out of Laurentina’s view. At least, she assumes that what they are. That’s what would make the most sense. Hmm, no. That can’t be right. To be seeing stars would mean she was on the surface, but just moments ago the unit was deep within the sea being crushed by waves of seaborn. It would make much more sense for this to be a trick. Perhaps I have died? Well, that was anticlimactic, she mused. Maybe this was her dying brain’s attempt at comfort. At the very least, this limbo made the pain subside. Letting eyelids slip close once again was but a matter of course. What will I tell captain? how I bravely fought the seaborn till—

A familiar sound. Waves. Crashing, but not against each other? Blinking out the remaining sea water leaves a dull sting, and the stars greet her once more. Though this time they look less like a painter’s timid splotches. For some reason, and really who is she to judge, she thought they’d look more, impressive. Foreign poets stated it as a gift bestowed from the very heavens. Singers would pour out their heart and soul trying to describe it. Gladdia said it was there. Hah

Deep aches grip every muscle in her body. Usually in these situations the cold water would be soothing, However just the sea foam is enough to cause shivers. Hypothermia would be an even worse way to go. She lets out a sigh. Sooner or later she would have to check for injuries. Tis a rookie mistake to assume the aches were the worst of it.

Let’s see if this truly is a dream. Deciding to start with the left wrist, she tries to turn it clockwise. In return, it continues to lay limply on... the sand. So, this is a beach. Well, that explains the water. Brushing this new found knowledge aside, she continues up the arm and up to the elbow. Still nothing. Shoulder, nothing. Strange, at the very least this should’ve healed. Not having the patience to go through the same motions with her arm, she kicks her left leg straight. Unsurprisingly the leg buckles, and pain floods it’s nerves. Although, the attempt on the right leg doesn’t go nearly as bad, as it can swivel without too much trouble.

The other arm can move somewhat fine, but the limp arm has yet to heal. Go figures. With the usable arm, Laurentina props up onto her elbow, and with whatever remaining conviction, finally looks at the damage.

Two types of blood stain her uniform.

The deep, fleshy blood of both her and her comrades, and the fluorescent, alien blue floating like oil in it. A chuckle escapes

To no one in particular. With a surprisingly stable hand, the check up has begun. Just a quick brush of the hand confirms that there are open wounds. Fair enough

A freezing chill rushes down her spine. Ears strain for anything, yet the same crash of waves is all there is. No new scents either. Short glances across the empty beach reveal very little. Perhaps she should’ve checked the area earlier? Now’s not really the time to dwell though, considering the situation. Soon enough her gaze is focused back on the myriad of cuts and gashes. Very few have begun to even scab over, and although most of the bleeding stopped, the feeling of sea salt trying to force its way through opened cuts doesn’t inspire hope.

Although the excessive re-checks take much longer than usual, it pays off. The injuries include a few fractures, cuts of varying lengths and depths, and a handful of hyperextended joints. Which, really, isn’t the absolute worst state she’s been in. With a short huff, she places her palms onto the grey sand, and begins shifting the weight in her legs. After getting them into the right position, all that’s left is to get up. A quick push from the left arm gets most of her torso to lurch forward. Maybe a bit too forward, as she can feel herself rock far past her knees.

The expected feeling of splashing face first into the waves never comes. Instead, she can feel her hands and knees be tugged at by the receding waves. Dragging a leg up to her chest, and then using both of her wobbling hands, she begins to push the rest of her body back up. At first, the tremors stop for just long enough to prop her legs up without too much pain. Just as quickly do they come back. Couple that with the sudden waves of nausea and it’s nearly impossible to keep going. However, by some miracle, she manages to keep up upright, and takes her first step.

(This was written like 3 months ago but I didn’t know how to end it so yeah.)

#arknights #SkaSpec reverse au #Cant tag it as skaspec because Skadi isn’t even in the chapter oops #laurentina arknights #specter the unchained #specter arknights #arknights fic #mosz’s fics #<<— fic tag made on the fly #arknights fanfic #we ball we balll I force myself to chant

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lake-archive · 4 months

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Happy Birthday Natsume Sakasaki (2024)

Franchise: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Natsume Sakasaki, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Sora Harukawa, Tsumugi Aoba

Pairing: Natsann (implied, developing)

Words: 1,401

Time had passed fairly quickly and before knowing it an important day approached. Or rather a day which had been hard to forget. Especially when being reminded, or rather asked by two people at separate occasions. It was a simple question.

“Neechan, Sora wanted to ask if you had plans on the 4th? Master's birthday is soon and Sora thinks he'd be happy if you came to celebrate with us!”

“Ah, Ann–San! Perfect timing! Uhm… This is going to sound a little embarrassing maybe but… Could you help me out a little? You see, Natsume–Kun's birthday is soon and I don't know what to get him. Maybe you have any ideas? Ah– I just thought you heard something. You two talk a lot so maybe he mentioned something he would want.”

Sora and Tsumugi had asked them on separate occasions regarding Natsume’s birthday and it had Ann themself thinking ever since. For days on end they have been thinking about it and the closer the day was, the more nervous they got. They had time, sure, they could pass by the office at least or something in hope to see Natsume. But a gift? That was the hard part…

They couldn’t help out Tsumugi much, throwing in the most generic suggestions perhaps. A game or something yet would that really be satisfying? What would he like? Hah, Natsume was really something else, someone Ann had a hard time figuring out. At this rate they were ready to just pull the cheapest move for a gift, let him pick. Because they had been thinking for days but nothing.

If it had been almost anyone else then maybe they would have forgotten. But given how the relationship had taken form the past few months it was not a date they could simply ignore. Sure, the two had started out as strangers but they had gotten at least somewhat closer, enough to be on a first name basis now. Or rather, he had insisted on it. And the two talk more ever since. Not to mention that he had helped them out a few times so they owed him. Maybe it was just that, the feeling that Ann owed the young idol. And his birthday would have been the perfect chance to repay him. But nothing came into their mind in the end, no matter how hard they were thinking about it.

So, as shameful as it was to admit, they would have to enter the New Dimension office empty handed and offer up something which was an excuse. They had tried, they really did, but their mind was blank. What would one gift a self proclaimed magician anyway? What would he like? Either they were insecure or the two had not been that close yet. Ah, that didn’t mean guilt had not overcome them. It certainly did, more than one might imagine. They were praying that they were too early or too late. But no, they were just in time the moment they had opened the door.

There they spotted the idol trio – Sora and Tsumugi standing in front of an overwhelmed Natsume, one of the rare instances where he didn’t know what to say. That or he had been in some type of temporary shock becoming speechless. Well. that had been the guess of Ann’s, given that he had been standing there solid frozen. They didn’t see his expression yet none of the three had said a word. Well, even if only for a few seconds. Because the next thing they heard was–

“Ah, Neechan came too Master~!” Sora announced from one moment to the next. Ah, so if they wanted to sneak away, they couldn’t. Not really at least. Not now anymore anyways.

Because shortly after the other two had shifted their gazes towards Ann as well. “Ann–San? What a surprise. If you need to discuss something though, could you wait a moment? We’re busy here.” Tsumugi responded right away.

“Ah— Not that Tsumugi–San.” They responded quickly, waving their arms in front of their face for a moment. “I… Erm… Coming here… Well… Geburtstag…”

“Hm? No? Then—”

“Sora knows! Neechan accepted Sora’s invitation!”

“InvitatION?” Natsume repeated, his gaze wandering to the blonde for a moment.

A quick nod. “Yes! Sora thought that Master~ would be happy to see Neechan on his birthday!”

A moment of silence, to the point things had gotten a little awkward for a short moment. Though Ann had not been sure why. The air turned a little… It was hard to put into words but it was way different from before.

That was until Natsume turned his gaze away as well as his face from the brunette’s view at least, as if hiding something. “It’s nothing like thaT…” He mumbled for a short moment, it was just barely audible however, yet he turned back soon enough, most likely suppressing the redness and replacing it with a smile instead. “Thank you for your consideration Sora.”

The cat was out of the bag… Yeah, no running now. And besides, not like Ann was going to escape at this point. Thus they stepped closer to the trio, eyeing the redhead of the three before saying: “Ha… Happy Birthday Natsume–San.”

It was short and one sentence. Perhaps there would have been nothing else to add. And during the first part they sounded calm. Well, in contrast to the part they added later on that is: “I just… Erm… The present thing–y… I… no clue… idea and er… I… Apologies! I’m making that good to you! I mean up! I just mean erm… Whichever you like, I’ll bring it! I owe!” They even bowed non stop, unable to stop their words. Then again, they were just throwing random words together, hoping it would turn into something coherent. There was a chance it wouldn’t however… They had to be stopped.

No, literally, they had to be stopped. And they were, even if by force. Because before they knew it someone had grabbed their shoulders and made them lift back up… Thus coming face–to–face with Natsume whose face could have said it all already. “Ann, calm dowN!” He began. “I said it’s finE!”

“Huh? When?”

“You weren’t even listenING, were yoU?”

They… Shook their head, much to their embarrassment.

And that only made him sigh. “SeriousLY…”

“It… Is not fair. Your day so… Uhm… Just something!” They explained, or tried to. “I’ll get anything! Just ask! To be making up for a surprise!”

He only stared at them for a moment. There was no way to put them at ease, it was easy to tell. And he soon gave up, somewhat… Because the next thing they saw was a slight yet sly grin, a grin they had seen from him before. Usually a sign for things to come. And they did because he let out some type of chuckle, then saying: “Anything you saY? Then how about a date lateR?”

The teasing was more than audible, their ears taking it in right away. And they could feel a warmth overcoming their face. No matter how many times this happens… Ann just could never get used to any type of teasing. Ever. This was no exception. “A… D… Date? Erm… That… A little…”

“Was it a lie when you said ‘Anything, just asK’?” Ugh, and now he’s playing that card!

“N… No. Bu—”

“Natsume–Kun, don’t confuse Ann–San now.” But the moment would be interrupted by Tsumugi himself, him suddenly throwing that in. It made the mood crash from one moment to the next, making this a little embarrassing. That and Natsume’s face went from a grin to an expression of utter annoyance.

“I… It’s ok Tsumugi–San, a—”

“Did you have to speak up noW?” Natsume interrupted, trying not to seem too annoyed. And yet he could not hide it in any way.

“Eh!? W… Well, given her face—”

“NeverMIND. Can we talk about this lateR?”

“Ah— S… Sure…”

A moment cut short, on the birthday nonetheless. And yet, it may have been a surprise on its own. As for what Natsume had asked of Ann later, when the two finally got to talk? Well… Maybe that date thing had not been a complete joke. That and Ann ended up accepting in the end due to being a little too flustered to think. Well, but if it is hopefully making up for today… Then why not?

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bluiex · 1 year

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Tubbo is Scarian's kid headcanon/AU setting. With recent worldbuilding ideas.

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“Oh, hey, isn’t this a dotting pen for end numerals?” Scar asked.

Ranboo looked up in a panic, “Uh-”

Scar was holding Ranboo’s dotting pen. He patted his pockets, and the only thing missing seemed to be the pen unless Ranboo had forgotten something and-

“Relax. It’s… An exceptionally nice pen...” Scar said with a grin, only for Grian to snatch it out of Scar’s hand to pass back to Ranboo (Scar made an offended gasp and Grian said something Ranboo couldn’t understand)

“It is a nice pen.” Grian agreed.

“I wish I could remember where I got it.”

The room lapsed into silence for a few moments before Scar snapped his fingers.

“There’s something about those pens in the species encyclopaedia I think?”

Grian sighed and got to his feet. “I’ll go get it from Pearl and Gem.”

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“Hah! I was right, listen to this, Ranboo!” Scar said, rolling back into the room with the thick book open on his lap. “There are several items that are traditionally given as gifts from parents to children in end realms, whether custom made for the child or passed on from grandparents.”

“I take it the dotting pen is listed.” Grian said.

“Correct!” Scar was practically vibrating with excitement.

“That’s sweet. All my parents gave me was trauma.” Grian said.

Ranboo looked at the dotting pen again. It ended in a ring on one end, to draw perfect circles, and a ball on the other, to fill those circles in as required. His was gilded, with an obsidian handle, and engraved with words he could no longer read.

This was from his… parents. People who presumably loved him. It didn’t look very old or worn, hadn’t ever looked worn, as far as Ranboo could remember. So they would have had this made for him, specifically, most likely.

Tubbo’s parents were saying something.

“Sorry, what was that?”

Grian rolled his eyes, “Do you want us to try and find someone who can make those?”

“Uh…” Why would- Oh, Gods and Goddesses, Michael. Who Tubbo had taken to see something called ‘the perimeter’, “Yes, I’d be- I’d be very grateful. Thank you. Yes.”

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-@scitties-enjoyer

Scar was initally going to try and convince Ranboo to sell him the pen.

The encyclopaedia is a concept I've brought up a few times now - it lists a bunch of species, is very innaccurate in places, and is several versions out of date. But the hermits collectively own this copy and have added extensive annotations and corrections between them.

The fact Scar was going to try and swindle Tubbos husband-- LMAO Omgomg omg I love this so much qoq so sweet

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #scarian desert dads au

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hekate1308 · 2 years

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Fictober 2022,#2

Prompt: Nobody warned you about me?

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: G

Pairings: Drowley

It’s a dark and stormy night – in other words, perfect for Dean’s plans. It’s a universally acknowledged truth that corpse flowers are much more powerful for having been gathered in such weather, and his stash has been running low.

That doesn’t mean he’s just running around unprotected like a young witch apprentice, of course. No, he has the amulet Sam gifted him long ago, and his tattoo on his sleeve in case –

“Hello there.”

He looks up from his task and finds a bearded man standing in front of him – another witch trying to harvest plants, most like, so he greets him politely, as is the custom, and goes back to his task.

He’s already losing himself in inspecting which look best when the man asks, “Hello?”

Didn’t he hear his greeting? Dean sighs but stands up. If he wants to make small talk, it would be considered very impolite to ignore him, and it’s never a good idea to make another witch angry before knowing what they are capable of. “Yes?” Maybe he needs help, after all.

He raises an eyebrow in a completely non-distracting manner. “It’s me. Crowley.”

“I can see that” he replies for lack of anything else to say. “Dean. Dean Winchester.”

A pause. The guy blinks then asks, “Seriously?”

“What?” Now he’s lost Dean (well, not that he had him in the first place. He just wants to get the ingredients he needs and get out of here before it gets even colder).

“Nobody warned you about me?”

Dean looks at him. Granted, he doesn’t know how powerful the guy is, but he’s pretty strong himself, and if it comes to throwing punches, he would certainly win.

And then the man’s eyes turn red and he knows.

Now, Dean’s not an idiot – hence the tattoo so he himself can’t get possessed – and of course he’s heard the rumours that a rather powerful demon is hanging around these parts, but, well…

He’s had run-ins with demons. And most of them don’t give a damn about how they treat their meat suits and how they look, subsequently.

This one, though? This one got himself a pretty hot one, all things considered…

Focus, Winchester. He clears his throat. “Well, I’m not looking for a deal, so sorry, man.”

And he goes back to harvesting, even though he’s on full alert. Just let the demon try anything; he’s not about to let himself just get torn to shreds without putting up a hell of a fight.

Another pause. Then, “So what now? You’re just going to continue your little gardening project?”

“Yes. Best time to get them, as I am sure you know. So, do you want to help me, maybe?”

He has no idea what possessed (hah) him to ask that, but Crowley certainly doesn’t seem like your usual demon. Normally, if they don’t want to make deals, the just attack like rabid dogs, and he’s certainly not done that.

“Sorry, darling, I don’t get my hands dirty.”

Dean tells himself he’s not blushing, although of course he is. “In that –“

“There are exceptions to every rule, though” Crowley announces and leans down to help.

What the –

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

Yep, he’s mosz definitely blushing now, and even in the dim light, he can tell that Crowley has noticed.

Wonderful.

Even so, with his help, he’s soon done. “Thanks, man” he tells him because it’s just the polite thing to do and then, because he never thinks about his actions (or so Sam says) he asks, “Wanna go get a drink?”

Crowley only blinks at him again, once more surprised. “You have noticed that I am a demon, right?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, but Ellen’s got a don’t start anything and I won’t throw you out policy, so I think we’re good.”

For a moment or two Crowley is silent then simply says, “Interesting.”

“What?”

“Just… you. In general.”

Oh god, please don’t let him be blushing again.

But then, it’s only one drink.

Not like anything else will happen.

A year later

Once more, it’s perfect weather for doing some harvesting, even though his boyfriend whined that he wanted him home on their anniversary. Dean shook his head, kissed his demon and told him he’d be back within the hour, a promise which he by the way is absolutely determined to keep.

Mostly because Sammy, who has yet to warm up to Crowley, will demand exactly what they got up to tomorrow.

He is far from surprised when Crowley suddenly clears his throat behind his back. Always knows when he is just putting on a show, he’s his boyfriend after all.

He will admit that he is somewhat shocked when he turns with a grin on his face and ses the ring in his hands, though.

#fictober22 #my writings #spn #dean winchester #crowley #drowley

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facewithoutheart · 2 years

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This ask is doing double duty - how about 42C for the Marta-inspired ask, and writer ask - 6, 14, 20

Thanks!! Oh man I love the Marta-inspired ask game so I’m happy to keep playing.

42, besides being the meaning of life, the universe and everything, is my Gravity fic, an expansion on this brilliant art by @krisrix

C is What line lives rent-free in your head from this fic?

Probably this one, although I had to cheat and skim the piece to find it:

If Simon had ever felt the traction of an immovable celestial body, he’d imagine it would be something like this.

From this ask game

Oof coming at me hard with the deep asks (although I suppose that’s their purpose!)

6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?

Finishing lol. It’s what I’ve realized keeps blocking me in my COBB: that fear of not being able to match the intensity of what I’ve already written. I’m a perfectionist so I want the ending to hit with just the right note. And I��m an intuitive writer so I don’t like to force things. But sometimes I think I could do with better focus and goals. I really have a ton of ideas, all the time, but sometimes lack the discipline to bring them forth. Ah well. I remind myself that no one’s perfect.

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

Oh. Yes. Hah. Both ways, and I’m equally grossed out by either option. Like, I don’t enjoy feeling jealous at all and yet there are times when I almost can’t read a fic for how envious it makes me. It’s a bit easier to compare myself the other way, but I do get annoyed how I can’t turn my beta-brain off when reading fics sometimes. I even DNFed a published novel recently because the first line had passive voice.

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

Honestly, the catharsis of putting words on paper that move me. That sounds so lame but I really do like myself so much better when I’m writing regularly. It feels like I’m fulfilling a deeper purpose. Writing gives my life meaning. I have to force myself not to get lost in it sometimes to the detriment of my other relationships…

Unless this question means literally and then oh god it’d have to be the song @sillyunicorn made of my fic “Anything You Want” because it was the first published work of art inspired by one of my stories, given to me on my birthday, and I remember almost crying when I heard it. It meant so much to me.

From this ask list

#behind the writing #ask game #snowbaz #fanfic

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jdidolau · 1 year

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253 - 255. just two boys in their 20s playing pranks and having fun in the snow

(Click!) (Click!)

[Dio finishes posing for the camera]

JOJO Here you go, Dio!

DIO Thank you, Jojo.

[Dio checks the photos with a critical eye]

[Jojo quietly starts piling snow into his hand]

[He sneaks up to an unaware Dio]

DIO Hmm. Good shots as always, Jojo.

JOJO Why, thank you, Dio! I have a gift for you, actually!

DIO Hm? A gift? (Turns)

JOJO (Shove)

DIO WRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!

[Angry vampire Dio’s sudden appearance!?]

[Jojo runs for his life!!]

DIO JOJOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

JOJO GYAAAHH!!! (Laughs)

[The mad chase begins!]

[Dio single-mindedly runs after his prey!]

[Jojo wildly throws snow at his hunter!]

DIO (Dodge) (Dodge) (Splat!)

[Critical hit!!]

DIO JOJO!!!!

[He rushes closer and closer!]

JOJO GAAAAH!!! (Laughs)

[Dio the hunter tackles his prey!]

JOJO AGH!

(Roll) (Roll) (Roll)

[They tumble around in the snow]

[Dio gets his revenge!]

DIO (Shove) (Shove) (Shove)

JOJO GYAAAH!! THAT’S COLD!!! (Laughs) DIO!!

DIO Get a taste of your own medicine, Jojooo!!! (Shove) (Shove)

JOJO AAAGH!! COLD!!! (Laughs) I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I yield!! I YIELD!!!

[Dio the hunter shows mercy]

[Still piled on top of each other like two worn-out fish in the snow...]

JOJO Hah... That was really fun, though! (Laughs)

DIO You... Pffft. (Laughs)

[Their bright laughter is the perfect music for this beautiful scenery~]

JOJO ...Dio... I... ...

DIO Hm? What is it, Jojo? ...Am I too heavy?

JOJO No, no, it’s fine. I just...

[He wraps his arms around Dio]

JOJO Are you having fun, Dio?

DIO ...Yeah. I am.

JOJO (Smiles) I’m glad. You look better smiling than frowning.

DIO ...Are you still thinking about our fight?

JOJO ...Perhaps.

DIO I’m still sorry, Jojo. I...

JOJO It’s alright. I’ve already forgiven you, Dio.

[He kindly brushes some snow off of Dio]

JOJO There’s snow in your hair.

DIO (Huffs) I would assume so, since we rolled around in it.

JOJO It suits you.

DIO ...Everything suits me, Jojo.

JOJO (Chuckles) I know. I’d like to do another winter themed photoshoot, though.

DIO Well, Christmas isn’t going to be for another few months.

JOJO (Chuckles) I suppose I can wait.

[They share a friendly hug in the snow~]

---

JOJO Let’s make a big DJS in the snow, Dio!

DIO Oh, good idea, Jojo.

JOJO Let’s go to that slope over there! We can use our footprints! It’ll show up in the drone camera, right? You can make the D and J, and I’ll make the S and a heart!

DIO Alright, then.

[They carefully choose the best area]

DIO This looks like a good spot. Ready, Jojo?

JOJO Yeah! I’ll start here!

DIO Alright.

[They write the letters in their own ways]

DIO (Wobble) (Trudge) (Trudge)

JOJO (Step, step, step, step, step)

[“DJS♡” made with their footsteps~]

[The results slowly become visible]

JOJO Aaand done! Are you all done over there too, Dio?

DIO Yes, I’m all done, Jojo. It looks quite good, if I do say so myself~

[The footsteps of the soulmates come together for their fans, the DJS]

JOJO Let’s take a photo with it!

DIO Alright. We should sit in the middle, Jojo.

[They sit in front of their work of art]

(Over here!)

JOJO The drone is coming! Hello!!~

[The two of them wave toward the camera]

JOJO DJS!!

DIO DJS!! We miss you!!

JOJO We love you, DJS!!

[All that the lovely members have in mind are their fans~]

#jonadio idol au #;;main story #arc 5: dormant feelings #pb bv ep 5

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temnurus · 2 years

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Snarry Soulmates Recs

No promises that I've never recced anything on this list before. As a matter of fact, I know I have, but one can really never give a good fic too much love. And hey, be proud of me. There's recs on this list with no smut at all! In no particular order, they are:

The Gift of Kindness by hippocrates460 (E, 105k)

Thoughts: Y'all I'm gonna preface this by saying this is my favorite fanfic of all time. I'm serious. I have a tattoo inspired by it. That's permanent devotion right there. That said, the theme of this fic is so heart-warming that it is a favorite for comfort rereads. Severus is softer in private here, and his devotion to Harry is absolute. If you're a hopeless romantic, this is the fic for you. The courtship rituals are gorgeous and really an overarching backbone throughout the story. I could wax poetic about this fic for ages, no lie. It is always my first rec for anyone if they love Snarry, and it's also the one I dangle in front of people who are willing to give them a shot. It's perfect. You really can't go wrong here.

Soulmate Flowers by Lilian (G, 4k)

Thoughts: This was absolutely, bewitchingly lovely. I was captivated by the concept, enchanted by the content, and I'm smitten with the ending. Stunning work. Hippocrates460's companion piece for it, Bloom, is also phenomenal. P.S. Lilian has several soulmate fics, and they're all amazing. So check out the rest of her stuff.

Corresponding Shapes by bleedcolor (T, 5k)

Thoughts: My comment on this is a rambling mess of devotion. bleedcolor manages to convey what feels like a rewrite of canon in 5.5k. She is a magical being or made a deal with the devil. I can't quite decide which. Harry is exquisitely written in this, and I just went to pieces at the end. Loved it!

Succor by pluperfectsunrise (E, 40k)

Thoughts: This was my first ever girl!Harry story, and it remains my favorite. I appreciated the issues a female Harry would have to contend with that a male Harry would not growing up. The author handled those with a delicate touch, and I related to the character in a whole new way as a result. She was beautifully written, and Severus was as well. This did my favorite trope justice, and it was just a fantastic read. pluperfectsunrise is amazing in general.

World Enough, and Time by Likelightinglass (T, 6k)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved it. The idea of a countdown has always struck me as incredibly morbid, and in reference to Harry and Severus specifically as quite tragic. The author worked it into the framework of canon quite well, and the moments that were all their own were wonderfully emotive and touching. The angst was real and made my heart hurt, but I can always count on Light for a happy ending. This is a must read if you like soulmate AUs.

A Universe of Searching Souls by Writcraft (E, 9k)

Thoughts: I thought that Harry's reaction to having a matching mark as Severus was typical for him, ignore, avoid, put it off. Hah. I had to laugh when he had to hunt Severus down because he lived in the middle of bumfuck nowhere because he's a grumpy sod who dislikes people in general. Everything by Writcraft is magic, so you really can't go wrong here.

Waiting to Divide by emynn (E, 22k)

Thoughts: I keep saying I don't like time travel that much, but it keeps popping up and I keep loving these fics against my will or something. I mean, it's also a soulmate fic, so there is that. I also love emynn in general. The time portal gimmick is neat, and Harry really does have lovely friends. I cried at one point, but I'm a big weenie. I absolutely rec this when all is said and done. I loved it.

Immortal Claim by ladyofsilverdawn (E, 18k)

Thoughts: The murders lent an exciting bit of intrigue to this story, and the sexual tension between Harry and Severus was electric from the very beginning. The descriptions of the art and the buildings was particularly vivid. I very much enjoyed Harry and Severus' dynamic in this, and the smut was delicious. I definitely recommend this one. I enjoyed it a lot.

Tears of the Sun by Eriador117 (E, 66k)

Thoughts: This was so good! I devoured it in like a day and a half. I love bond fics, and Severus rescuing Harry from the Dursleys was a nice addition to that trope. The idea of him being raised afterward in a loving home with the Weasleys, who were basically his adopted family in canon anyway, was so sweet. It was my first time seeing a fic where Harry went to a different school and had such a different experience in general, though I know there are others out there. I still thought it clever and original, and I enjoyed the whole thing immensely. It does have some graphic descriptions of child abuse, so definitely mind the tags.

Pentamerone by ripeteeth (E, 15k)

Thoughts: This is a resurrected classic from a pillar of the Snarry writing community, and it is a thing of beauty. The prose is poetry in motion, truly, which is a hallmark of the author's style. I was glued to this until I finished it, and I had fic hangover for a few days the first time. 15k did that to me. I don't honestly know how to adequately describe how much I love drawlight's way with words. Read this. Read anything by this author. It's an absolute treasure.

#hp fandom #snarry #rec list #snarry rec list #soulmates #soul bonds #snarry fic recs #severus snape #harry potter #sshp #hey look #a rec list with more than one rating #haha #you're welcome #Temnurus rec list

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A Dragon’s Greed

pls don’t yell at me about my unfinished series. im trying. take this instead.

dragon king!bakugou X courtesan!reader

gnc reader as per the usual

Focus. You scold yourself. You're here to entertain, not to wordlessly flirt with the princess's fiance. But what can you say? You've always had a type, and barbarian warlords fell right into your favorite category. The fact that he seemed utterly entranced by you, well that wasn't your fault. Every time you turned your head over your shoulder, you caught his eyes over your half veil and he never looked away, not even for a moment.

The princess didn't seem happy about this, sat next to the king, and huffing when her attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Serves her right for always bullying you and being such a spoiled brat.

Though, to be honest you wouldn't wish marriage to Bakugou Katsuki, the King of Dragons, merciless warlord, upon anyone.

Sure he was attractive and rich, and powerful, but you'd heard horror stories of what he had done on the battlefield.

When Bakugou started looking to new lands to conquer, you country's king had offered up his daughter like a sacrificial lamb to the barbarian in order to forge a treaty and protect his people through political marriage. King Bakugou's sexual conquests were nearly as infamous as his military ones, but he had never married or officially named a consort. The princess would be the first.

The king had sent a huge wedding procession of gifts and treasures to the high court of the Badlands, and along with it the most talented entertainers and artisans they had to offer. As the most talented dancing courtesan in the capital you had no choice but to travel with the caravan, so here you were. Performing a sword dance for a bloodthirsty king who kept looking at you as if you were a meal. It was an ego boost for sure but you were also scared.

When your performance came to a close, you bowed and quickly escaped when the princess had successfully stolen Katsuki's attention. Your face was burning under your veil and you fanned yourself in the cool stone hallway to calm down. You were hoping that the king would forget about you after a few more performers. but you hadn't even been out of the main hall two minutes when a servant came to fetch you.

"His highness requests your presence."

Your blood ran cold and your gulped. Oh gods, you had offended him hadn't you? He was going to kill you, probably behead you right there in the middle of the banquet himself-

You were thinking yourself into a panic when you returned to the banquet hall, eyes downcast now. You bowed, kneeling on the ground and hands clasped in front of your bare midriff.

Faintly you heard a scoff, and then the music stopped. You felt yourself go even more still, eyes darting around to see what happened. Unable to tell, you lifted your head slightly to see the king sauntering his way towards you. He had stepped directly over the table, spilling wine all over the princess in the process.

You quickly bowed your head again and tried not to hyperventilate. You didn't want to pass out now.

Two surprisingly clean leather boots entered your vision and on instinct, you looked up. King Bakugou was even more attractive up close, obviously built for battle with strong chords of muscle littered with scars, a sharp jawline and a head of unruly blonde hair.

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"No, your majesty." you squeak and quickly look back down.

Bakugou crouches to be level with your and grips your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his scarlet gaze.

"Did I say you could look away?" he grumbles this time.

"No, your majesty." You feel conflicted, unsure if he’d be more offended if you averted your eyes or just kept looking at him.

His eyes rake over your body again before coming back to yours.

"What's your name, pretty thing?"

"Y/N. I'm a dancer in my king's court." you answer, praying your voice doesn't sound as shaky as you feel.

He doesn't say anything but lets your chin go and rises to his feet. You rub the bottom half of your face, thinking it might just bruise. Bakugou isn't done with you, though and grabs your wrist, hauling you up from the floor. "What-?" you start to ask but a red-eyed glare has you clamping your mouth shut. The barbarian king drags you with him, right up to the high table. He lifts you over the table as if you weigh nothing, and sits you down on his lap. Right next to the princess. The banquet hall continued to steep in silence until Bakugou looked up.

"Fuck are you all looking at? Get on with the feast!" he yelled, and the music and chatter started back up.

"Your majesty, shouldn't worry with commoners-" she starts and Bakugou growls, actually growls so menacingly, you feel your own blood run cold.

"If I wanted your dumbass fucking opinion, I'd ask for it. Shut the fuck up."

Once he was sure the princess was properly cowed he turned his attention back on you. The arm wrapped around your waist holding you against his was warm against your bare skin.

"Pour me some wine." He commanded and your started before shakily lifting the pitcher and pouring some into his goblet. You hadn't it off to him carefully, and he quickly knocked it back before signaling for you to pour another.

"Most king's with a lick of sense wouldn't let a treasure like you out of their sight, so what are you doing in my court?" Bakugou asks.

"His Majesty decreed that the most talented entertainers accompany Her Highness to Your Majesty's court, for you entertainment and pleasure." you answer, handing off the refilled goblet.

Bakugou snorts at your measured and obviously practiced response. You night have heard him mutter 'toothless old bastard' under his breath, but you can't be sure.

"Give me a strawberry.", he gestures at the plate of fruit no six inches from him and you barely manage not to roll your eyes. Warlord or not, royals will always be royals, you think and pick up one of the berries.

The dragon king open his mouth and allows you to place the fruit on his tongue before biting into it. His ruby red eyes don't leave yours for a second, gripping your wrist when your try to pull away. Some juice trickles down your hand, and without breaking eye contact, Bakugou laves his tongue over your skin licking up the trail of red. He eats the rest of the berry, lips catching on your fingers before the lets your hand go in favor of picking up his wine goblet again.

"My entertainment and pleasure huh? I'm entertained, but I don't know about pleased..." he says, smirking into his goblet.

"Is there anything I can do for Your Majesty?" you manage to ask, brain still reeling from the whole thing with the strawberry.

And you walk right into his trap.

"Yeah, I can think of something..." he starts before leaning closer to you.

His hat breath fans against your neck for a moment, letting your get squirmy and nervous before continuing.

"Fucking you until you cry all that pretty makeup off... Then I'd be real fucking pleased." he says with a predatory smile spreading across his face.

You squeak, face heating under your veil as you try to formulate a response. You have no idea if the princess heard but if she did-

"Y-your majesty, I don't think-" you start but Bakugou cuts you off by grinding his hips up into yours.

"Good thing you don't need to think to take my cock." he muses.

The princess, appears to have reached her limit of watching her fiance flirt with someone else right in front of her.

"Your Majesty! I understand that this is a political marriage but I will not sit here and be humiliated and witch you proposition a commoner in front of me!" she exclaims.

You're a little surprised at her outburst considering the environment, but you guessed everyone had limits.

All chatter and music in the hall ceased for the second time that night. Bakugou pulled his face out of your neck to glare at the princess.

"You can fuck off for all I care. Your side wanted the fucking treaty, I don't have a problem with saddling up and burning your shitty country to the ground tonight." Bakugou stated, his anger growing with each word.

"King Bakugou those words could be taken as an act of war. " the diplomatic envoy from your country, stands and approaches the high table.

"What the- Did you idiots forget where you are? You're in the heart of the Badlands, in the court of Katsuki Bakugo, barbarian warlord and King of Dragons. This is my fucking kingdom and I'll do what I very well fucking please. And if I want to fuck this courtesan on the table right in front of your perfect little princess, I will. " He snarls and all you can do is sit there and pray he doesn't actually follow through on that threat.

Not that you'd hate it, seeing the look on the princess's face as you got fucked by her betrothed. Hah, serves her fucking right for always being such a brat.

"But I'm not a cruel king. I'll marry this one, and you can keep your silly little treaty." Bakugou says and both the diplomat and the princess scoff.

You balk, looking up at King Bakugou in surprise. He's going to what now?

"You can't possible expect the princess to be content with being on the same level as a commoner, even as a consort-" the diplomat starts to protest, which is quickly cut off by Bakugou's harsh laugh.

"You're a country of fucking dumbasses? I'm not marrying your brat of a princess, dump her off on some other poor bastard. I'm marrying Y/N instead of her. They'll be my consort. Won't you, pretty thing?" He says, looking at your for your answer.

"Say yes, treasure. I'm rich as fuck, I could give you anything you want. If I can't buy it I can take it. There's nothing I can't do. You wouldn't lift a fucking finger with me, I can promise that." he boasts to you and you know this.

King Bakugou is an unstoppable force. You had a hard life as a commoner, as a dancer. You weren't a servant but always being at the beck and call of nobility, dancing for them until your feet bled, until you fainted from exhaustion.

You deserved to be greedy, just like the man holding you in his lap.

"Yes, I'll marry you." you answer, and Bakugou smiles wickedly.

Good, he likes greedy. It's one of his favorite traits.

He turns his head back to look at the diplomat and princess from your home country. The diplomat looks like he's sweating buckets and the princess is so angry you think she might start breathing fire.

"So, do we have an agreement? Y/N for your protection?" he asks.

"Y-yes your majesty." the diplomat stutters at the same time the princess protests.

"We do not! How dare you disrespect me so openly, you filthy little wench-" she starts, only to be silenced by the sight of Bakugou pulling his sword. He points the tip at the princess, visibly seething with rage.

"Shut your worthless fucking mouth before I shut it for you." he growls.

Fear takes over the princess' face and she stumbles back behind the diplomat.

"Oi, don't piss on my floor or anything, fucking cowards. Show some respect to my new consort. Bend the knee and I'll forget this transgression." Bakugou orders.

While not officially married yet, he's bestowed the title of consort upon you and now you outrank the princess. In fact, you outrank nearly everyone here, sans Katsuki, who is your equal. The diplomat and princess wordlessly fall into a bow, and the nobles from both courts follow suit.

"Alright that's enough groveling for now. This banquet is over, I'm retiring to my bed chambers. If you need me, don't." Bakugou gruffs and stands up, once again easily scooping you up into his arms.

"I'm going to rip this pretty little costume to shreds, and pump and heir into you tonight, goddamn it." Bakugou murmurs in your ear as he carries you though out his(your) palace.

"I like this one..." your protest weakly as he kicks a door open, throwing you onto his bed.

He grasps the waistline of your costume, easily ripping the silk to shreds with his bare hands.

"I'm buy you forty just like it, now spread your legs, Consort." he orders, licking his lips.

"I didn't get to finish my meal earlier." He hums and you squeak in anticipation.

"Cute. Let's see how many cute noises you can make, huh?"

@hanji-is-life i hope you enjoy!

#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou kastuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x gnc reader #dragon king bakugou #bakugou imagine

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