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greyeyedmonster-18 · 10 months

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i can see you (up against the wall with me)

(i haven't slammed repeat on a song in awhile, I Can See You from Speak Now (Taylors Version) is a certified banger and this...slipped out.

please enjoy a slytherin! sirius, wolfstar au)

Remus had initially approached this Herbology assignment as a business arrangement, nothing more, nothing left, completely annoyed and frustrated at being paired with Sirius Black. But in a NEWT class so small, many of his classmates dropping out after sixth year and realizing the work required and that Herbology wasn't, in fact, an easy O as they had anticipated, leaving the class nearly empty.

Just Remus

A few Hufflepuffs, a Ravenclaw by the name of Turpin.

and Sirius Black.

With his stupid handsome face and dark curly hair and casually cool, effortlessly aloof expression. Sirius looked as if he had never worried about a damn thing in his life and Remus pulled at the threads of his uniform every opportunity he got. Though, it was much harder to do so with his arms elbow deep in a potted plant, Sirius beside him writing up the report due within the next few days.

"How does the soil feel?" Sirius asked.

"Like soil, bloody disgusting..."

The corners of Sirius's mouth turned up slightly, not even enough to make a crease in his face. Barely there. But Remus saw it, and oh.

"Clay, sandy, loam..."

"That's a made up word," Remus said, trying to focus on kneading the bottom of the plant gently to check for any stray moving roots or insects, cursing himself for taking Herbology in the first place. Even if the years of gardening with his Mum had paid off finally.

"We've been learning about loam for two weeks."

"I said the word sounded made up, not the concept," Remus countered and the corners of Sirius's mouth twitched again. He shook his head and Remus's heart flipped, watching a stray dark curl fall out of the ponytail Sirius was wearing and fall in front of his eyes.

Oh.

"So conceptually, is it loam or...?"

"Clay loam," Remus told him, gently setting the plant back in the pot, and wiping his hands on a nearby towel. He watched as Sirius's eyebrows drew together softly, as he concentrated on the questions in front of him, writing out each word carefully in neat cursive. Despite wanting it to be a business arrangement--Remus assuming the worst from a boy in Slytherin with the last name Black who scarcely spoke to anyone in school and hadn't given anyone a reason to trust him, half of his peers walking around with marks on their arms--the plan had failed miserably. Not only did Remus realize Black was exceptionally adept at Herbology, but he was pleasant. He was easy to work with. He was exceptionally good looking and Remus found himself staring every moment he could, desperate for more. Imagining what it would be like to have Sirius's clipped fingernails and broad hands palming the back of his neck and touching his hipbones.

I’ve been watching you for ages and I spend my time trying not to feel it

Remus was beside himself, and delusional, trying to find excuses to talk to Sirius once the business arrangement was over, and feeling foolish as he did so.

Except.

Sirius would brush past him in the hallway, a broad shoulder skimming against his during passing periods and Remus wanted to taste the aftershave on Sirius's neck.

Sirius would send him whisper smiles in Herbology.

In Potions.

Every opportunity for a glance in each others direction became an opportunity for a secret smile, or a wink, grey eyes twinkling with nothing but trouble. Thats all Sirius Black was. Trouble. Not someone Remus wanted to mix himself up with in his final year, in the beginnings of a war. There was already talk of secret societies being orchestrated by Dumbledore; already reports in the Daily Prophet and resources for people who wanted to help. Remus knew he already had a target on his back as a werewolf, people unsure whether to trust him and getting involved with Sirius Black wouldn't help the cause any.

But then Remus would look up from his textbook in the library, and see Sirius Black at a table alone, looking straight back. A quick tilt of a dark eyebrow, asking--no daring-- Remus to move. Remus tapped his fingers on the desk, not breaking eye contact, the two engaged in the staring contest of the century, both determined not to break. He was just about to swallow his pride, his ego, and surrender to bravery when Sirius stood up from his table, casually walking over to Remus, silver and green tie loose around his neck, somehow still managing to look refined and not disheveled like the rest of the population.

Remus opened his mouth when Sirius got within earshot, to attempt a greeting. A hey. A I'm losing the ability to control myself. A stop looking at me like that, please.

A what would you do if they never found us out?

Sirius put his hand flat on the table, looking down at Remus, tilting his head to the side, "Hey."

"Hello."

"We make a good team."

"What?"

"We got an O on our Mimulus aurantiacus."

"Oh. Yeah," Remus said lamely, scooting back in his chair to avoid having to strain his neck to look up at Sirius. It was too close, it was too much. Remus could see every dark eyelash and the beauty mark below Sirius's left eye; his crooked eyetooth and the planes of his face and the warmth of his skin. Remus would put money on Sirius's expanses skin being able to keep him warm, thaw every chill in Remus's body, imagining what it would be like to be pressed into a mattress underneath Sirius.

What would you do if I went to touch you now?

And then Sirius gave him that smile, the corner raising higher than it ever had and Remus's breathing hitched at the sight. This boy was beyond intoxicating, more potent than any shot of firewhiskey had had ever taken.

"Don't want to talk to me anymore, Lupin?" Sirius asked, as teasing tone in his voice, "Project over and you can't be seen with me?"

"I..what...do you want to talk about?"

"I don't. Not really."

"...So I should...mind my own business?"

"Not that either," Sirius said, and bent down lower, leaning all the way across the table and Remus could feel his face flush. It was late enough that the library was nearly empty, close to curfew and students had mostly cleared out. Madame Pince was likely in the back and closing for the evening. And then there was Sirius, with his lips skimming the shell of Remus's ear as he spoke. "Can you be quiet, Lupin?" he whispered.

"I think so."

What would you do if we never made a sound?

"Good, because Merlin knows I have not stopped thinking about you," Sirius said, standing up once more. "I'll see you outside."

I can see you, waiting down the hall for me.

The next day, Remus turned the corner out Ancient Runes, instantly spotting Sirius leaning one shoulder against the wall, his expensive leather bag over the other. The whisper smile that first caught Remus's attention flickering, as if the other boy was unable to stop it at the sight of Remus, both of them remembering the night before.

An abandoned hallway, just shy of the library, hidden behind tapestries and staircases, the two of them ignoring both bells of warning for curfew.

One of Remus's hands above his head, plastered to the wall with the rest of of his body as Sirius kissed him roughly. Endlessly. Wanting to steal every attempt at conversation and word Remus could possibly offer and Remus let him. Sirius Black did not kiss nice and Remus wouldn't have had it any other way.

I can see you, up against the wall with me.

It was bold.

Exhilarating.

Remus finally answering Sirius's eyebrow of a dare and pushing robes off the other boys shoulders, throwing them to the ground, their feet caught in a heap of dark fabric. Stepping on toes and unable to get enough of each other.

"How quiet can you be, Lupin?" Sirius asked, his voice low. His hands on the buckle of Remus's belt.

"Very."

"Let's see about that..."

They keep watchful eyes on us

It's best that we move fast and keep quiet

Remus inhaled as he walked by Sirius with his friends, shoulders brushing, fingers touching for the tiniest of moments, the two of them lost in a fantasy together. Sirius cocked his head to the side, just enough for Remus to see the deep red bruise on his neck poking out of the top of his shirt collar.

What would you do, baby, if you knew? That I can see you.

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #oh look #i can see you is a certified banger #and i couldn't help myself.

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oxymorayuri · 4 months

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟲 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 »

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Story: The princess of Tanata

(Long Fic)

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Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 2973

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

!!NEW!!: Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

Hello my beloved sweeties, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. December was pretty full of events, so I didn't get a chance to write ANYYYYTHING °^° Since I haven't written all December, I will type like crazy for you. May my fingers have enough strength (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖ PS: Happy New Year! ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖❇ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⋆｡˚

Yawning, you leave the palace after the lavish meal and walk around the garden to stretch your legs. Aside from your little walk, you're planning on meeting someone special.

The garden smells of the finest and most gentle smelling flowers. Although the garden is well kept and a wide variety of plants grow there, the design still appears very natural and if a plant grows around the stone benches or statues, it doesn't bother anyone. Rather, it makes the whole garden romantic.

On your way to your favorite spot, you carefully pick a few beautiful flowers and a few blades of grass. On the side of the Heras Palace there is a small pavilion, which is a bit overgrown with wild plants, next to a small pond. You look around you in surprise, normally he would have been there by now. Without giving it a second thought, you sit down on a bench and place your flowers next to you. You cast your eyes over the palace wall and look at the balconies and windows and wonder if there were ever so many lights on in Hera's Palace.

You feel a bit like a creep as you look into the windows and try to distract yourself by making yourself a flower crown. However, you quickly realize how difficult it is to keep your eyes away from the windows and find yourself constantly paying attention to the moving shadows. Despite the distance, you can clearly see what's going on on the ground floor. The whole gang laughs and every now and then it gets a little louder and chaotic but you're amused just by looking at it. Your grin doesn't leave your lips as you turn your eyes back to the fine crown.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice a light on the first floor turn on and your head moves up on its own. Even though you can't see who has entered the room from this angle, you wonder who is there. From your memory it should be one of the royal family's single rooms, so Nami and Robin are already out since you assume they share a room. To the right of the room in mention, is another room and in this room is the Straw Hat's captain. Who decided to live in the room next door? With your thoughts no longer on this planet, you don't even notice that you've been knotting your crown wrong for a while. Only when you reach for some new flowers you see the mess you've made. you sigh in frustration as you fumble the stems apart.

Stay on task, girl... you have to scold yourself.

The familiar rustling in the trees makes you look up again and you see your familiar companion Hetius flying towards you.

"Good evening Hetius." you greet him gently as he flickers his wings to fold back as he lands. He lightly jumps closer to you and chirps happily at you. "hehe yes yes, I know you're here for your reward and that's what you should get." You take a small bag out of your shoulder bag and the bird moves back and forth impatiently, which always makes you giggle. "Now be a little more patient." you laugh as he almost has his beak in your pocket.

You didn't even notice how the balcony door on the first floor opened and someone was watching you and Hetius doing your evening routine. Not even the laughter and wild hustle and bustle of the guests downstairs distracts you from your conversation with your feather friend.

"I'm telling you Hetius, it's been a wild day. Does today mean anything? To be honest, I can't shake the thought that something big is going to happen." As if Hetius understood you, he waited until you had finished talking and gave you a chirping answer.

"Yes, I see it the same way. They're all a few odd birds, but they seem to be peaceful. Don't you think so?" You and your feather friend look through the windows where the pirates are still happily going about their business. The chaos makes you laugh as your friend croaks along with you.

You feed the last bits of treats to the paradise bird while you continue to entertain him with today's events.

"Oh hello Law, are you also enjoying the 'quiet' evening?" Nami's joking voice makes you look to the side and you notice another light on the first floor. You recognize Nami leaning against the railing of the balcony. The light from inside shines a little in her face as she looks to her left at the balcony next to her. The balcony next to Luffy's room. You recall her words. Your question is now answered because now you know that Law is the one who lives in the room. Your eyes scan the balcony and, slightly in the dark, you see Law sitting on the wide railing, leaning against the wall with one leg bent.

Luckily it's dark so no one should see you as you listen intently. Hetius also sits up excitedly but everything remains quiet. "Seems like you'd rather be on your own, huh?" Nami looks up at the night sky, not caring that Law doesn't answer her. Apart from the commotion from below, she enjoys the peaceful evening. "I wanted to thank you and your crew for helping our captain. I'm not sure why you showed up, but without you we probably wouldn't have gotten away with it." Based on their words, you wonder how well the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates know each other. From the sound of it, they're more like casual acquaintances.

Apparently Hetius couldn't stand his curiosity and he flew towards the balconies. You had tried in vain to catch Hetius, but you hadn't caught a single feather. You watched nervously as your friend landed on the railing next to the startled Nami, but you decided against stepping out of the shadows and remaining hidden. A little nervously, you play with your flower crown.

"We'll talk about it when Straw Hat-ya is awake again." A little perplexed, Nami looks over at Law. You guess she didn't expect an answer. You, on the other hand, have been waiting for this. You look down, a little embarrassed. You're a damn stalker… You're just eavesdropping on strangers that you've taken in as guests. Embarrassed, you complete the crown and concentrate on no longer listening to their conversation. In fact, you don't hear from Law anymore and Nami is busy with Hetius.

The way everyone is behaving right now, no one could ever believe what everyone has been through. They sing carelessly, clink their mugs and a wild chatter fills the room. Everyone is having a good time and no one seems to be thinking about what was their problem a few days ago. The king sent servants to Hera's Palace to fulfill all of the guests' wishes. However, the only thing the team wanted was food and a lot of liquor. Apart from the normal servants, the king's personal butler also appeared during the evening trying to get the attention of the wild mob but his frail voice was not heard. He cleared his throat elegantly several times and with each time he became a little more desperate. But how the hell is anyone supposed to notice him when Brook puts on a little show with Chopper and Franky by his side? Most of the people were enjoying the show or having a conversation, the rest were doing mischief or were already too drunk to generally notice anything.

The Mink made himself comfortable on the carpet in front of the warm fireplace and fell asleep straight away. Law, who is standing at the window, has to grin at the sight. His gaze roams around the room, observing the situation. He sways his drink in the glass as he mentally tries to carry out the next steps of his plan. It's a problem that the Polar Tang got stuck in the narrow river, but on the other hand, this might be the safest place right now. His eyes land on the group of Straw Hats. Nami and Robin are elegantly served by the cook Sanji and chat. Zoro agrees to have one drink after another with his members and then he notices the desperate butler vainly seeking the pirates' attention.

"Oi guys!" Law's deep voice drowns out every voice and the room becomes quiet. All you can hear is the snoring polar bear and everyone else who is still there, looks at Law. Still standing at the window, he raises his arm, looks sideways into the room and points to the butler, who twitches slightly and quickly clears his throat as everyone's eyes were now on him.

"It's nice that we found a moment of peace, my dear guests." Before he continues speaking, the butler turns to Law again and bends slightly. "Thank you very much, sir...?" - "Law." - “Thank you, Mr. Law, for giving me your attention. My name is Giles, feel free to ask for me if you need any assistance.” Because of the butler's ostentatious language, a few pirates had to hold back their laughter, while a few cheekily giggled loudly. The butler elegantly ignored it and turned to Law again.

"The king would like to meet the representatives of your troops tomorrow over tea and biscuits." A gentle, warm smile spreads across the butler's face as he waits for an answer. “Will y/n be there too?” Nami asks the old man. “Of course, the young lady is responsible for you.” He looks sideways at Nami and coughs into his hand. "Please remember that in public and in front of the royal family you address the young lady by her title or at least call her princess." He folds his arms behind his back again and looks up into the air. "She will give you permission to call her by her name and that may be okay in private spaces... But she has to save face in front of the citizens." Nami nods understandingly at the man and he thanks her.

Before the butler said his goodbyes, he informed those present that he would pick them up from the salon shortly before lunchtime and that they were welcome to move freely around the kingdom until then. Law, who is only half listening, has turned his attention to something completely different. Through the window he watched someone walking in the garden a little further away in the shadows. When he takes a closer look, he sees you walking by the pond with your flowers. He follows you with his eyes as you look around and after a short while you sit down on the bench. He can't quite see what you're doing because the light is reflecting in the windows, but he's no longer interested in standing at the window and watching you. Just as you came into his field of vision, he thought of something he wanted to do. He said a brief goodbye to the cheerful group as he left the fireplace room and headed upstairs.

Law had previously asked the servants to give him a few books. Something about the general history and geography of Tanata and about the TaimuTaimu fruit. The maid seemed a little uncomfortable as she explained to Law that the information he was looking for was written down in books that were in the Royal Library. Access to these books is only available to scholars and the noble family. None of the staff are authorized to enter the library. But she could go to the city library. Law stares broodingly into her face while the awkward silence causes the young girl to blush a bit. Law gave her a brief answer that any books that related to the topics he mentioned would be ok.

Did she find something suitable? Law will find out as soon as he enters his room. Once in one of the royal rooms, Law's gaze wanders through the exquisitely designed room. His gaze finally landed on the desk next to the balcony door. There are a few different books stacked on the table. Not exactly much but better than nothing. Among the books is a quite old atlas with many maps of the seas and islands on the Grandline. Even if every card is useful, he can't do much with it because all the notes are written in a language he can't read. He glances briefly through another book as he sits down at the desk. The book in his hand looks like a fairy tale book. It is about a person who was once the user of the TaimuTaimu fruit. A laugh takes Law out of the pages and he looks directly at the open window.

"Now be a little more patient." he hears you say. He calmly goes to the balcony door, which is completely glazed, and tries to see where you are. There he sees you still sitting on the bench, only you are no longer alone. He watches you feeding a magnificent bird. With one hand on the door handle, the black haired man considers whether he should push it down and go out onto the balcony. For what reason? He shakes off the thought again. He turns away from the door and picks up the book he was about to leaf through when suddenly there was a knock on the door. On the other side of the door you can hear a few of the Heart Pirates standing in front of Law's door, arguing with each other and just being really loud.

"Hey Captain!!" There's a pretty wild knock on the door. "Sachi and Penguin painted Bepo in his sleep AND NOW.his.fur.is.RUINED!!" It roars from the other side. Law can also hear the Mink repeatedly apologizing and sobbing, whereupon the actually angry Ikakku comforts the bear in a sweet voice. “It’s not your fault, my darling!” Law, who closes his eyes in annoyance, doesn't hesitate for another second and finally decides to escape to the balcony.

They will figure out that a proper bath will solve the problem... He thinks so and flees into the cool evening breeze with the book in his hand. The night sky shines with countless stars and the moon illuminates the garden in a mysterious and cool white. Standing at the railing, Law can clearly see you feeding your feathered friend some treats. Even though all the commotion from below is a bit annoying, it's pleasant to listen to your laughter. In order not to attract attention, Law decides to lean against the castle wall and continue reading the book. He makes a few notes in a small notebook. The oracle predicts who will get the devil fruit... and he sets off to be able to deal with the powers. He writes down as he summarizes the words in his head. The story seems old but not particularly unrealistic. Lines described how the brave protagonist traveled out into the world to steel his body and then traveled back to Tanata, to undergo a daring ceremony and eat the fruit. It's written quite like a fairytale but it almost seems like a biography.

“I toootallyy ditched Thalia today…” a heavy sigh leaves your lips. "...She'll probably hold that against me for quite a long time." you giggle a little desperately while the bird answers you with its melodic chirping. Law's eyes peek just over the edge of his book. He studies your frustrated posture without a thought. A loud clatter from the ground floor takes you out of your thoughts and you look at the house with the bird. Because of your reaction, Law quickly went back to his book. He acts as if you weren't even there, even as he absorbed every word from your mouth and continued to make his notes on the book. The light in the room next door turned on and shortly afterwards a slight creaking of the door can be heard. Law glances slightly to his right as he sees Nami step out onto the balcony.

"Oh hello Law, are you also enjoying the 'quiet' evening?" This seems to be the end of Law's alone time, but he doesn't put his book down. He doesn't give her an answer either. After a rather brief conversation with Nami, a bird flew up to Nami, a bird that was very similar to the one that was with you. Law quickly looks down at you knowingly, but he doesn't see you anymore. You're already gone. Since Nami is now busy with the bird, Law devotes himself to the notes he has collected. One note in particular gets him thinking. He listed the skills described in the book in bullet points. A few remind him of the abilities he saw himself and what you told him, but there was more in the book. His eyes rest on a particular line.

Visions of the future.

As he understood's, the protagonist could only use this ability randomly rather than specifically. It was seen as more of a divine gift given to him in a war, than the power of the devil fruit. Law doubts whether that was really a gift. Can she do it? He circles the bullet point and decides to research it in more detail.

This seems useful.

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ohmyspacesailor · 2 months

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Little things I've noticed on my rewatch of 1x01

So, it's been a while since I've actually watched the show and I've started to miss Crowley and Aziraphale something fierce. So I've finally started at the beginning and here are some small things that stood out or that I didn't notice to that extend before. Nothing revolutionary, but maybe you'll enjoy / be devastated by it anyway.

Eden: Crawley saw Aziraphale before their talk on the wall since he mentions seeing him with a sword. They kept hanging around the garden for a while, but haven't talked that much since Az asks Crawley's name?

After receiving the Antichrist: Crowley is devastated. The way he days "Already?!" gets me every time. Is barely able to keep it together infront of Hastur and Ligur (terrific acting by David here). Immediately tries to call Aziraphale.

Park, going up the stairs: "It's not some little temptation I've asked you to cover for me while you're in Edinburgh for the festival". Their arrangement is so casually lived in by then. And the way Aziraphale lights up when he's invited to lunch. Also, Crowley's hair is stunning in the sun here.

After lunch: Az gets totally distracted by Crowley's company, forgets all about Armageddon or their disagreement over it. Wants to open a bottle for a "special occasion", tone indicating inside joke / hidden meaning. There's a theory about that being sexual, but while I support that headcanon I think it's more of a joke along the lines that it isn't actually a special occasion, because they drink together all the time.

Infront of the bookshop: "this is purely social" Sure Az, as if that makes it any better in heaven's judgement. Now you're just being silly! (see what I did there?)

Making the pact: How cute is Crowley here?!? I already knew that and think about it constantly, but seeing it again is something else still. I mean, seriously:

Babysitting Warlock: How somehow Nanny Ashtorath is able to sing so much better than I've ever heard David Tennant do (no offense) is a proper mystery to me.

Meeting on the bus: Why don't they talk on their job as nanny and gardener lol?They must have endless opportunities and still they hang out even more. Ok, probably more like a plot hole for coolness than being meant romantically on purpose here, but still.

Bus and dinosaur park: Crowley can't bring himself to tell Az the whole ugly truth about the antichrists power / the dog not to frighten him too much. This is really sweet and very telling about how he sees him as kind of naive and innocent. Also, he's protective snek. Another amazing thing here is how he doesn't even consider killing the Antichrist himself although he is been working against hell all along anyway. Ties nicely to the bandstand scene later.

In the shop: "Crowley: Would I lie to you? - Aziraphale: Obviously, you're a demon, that's what you do". While his is pretty hurtful towards Crowley and typically blindsided of Aziraphale, it's also so devastatingly accepting of him as well.

In the shop at the end ("he's named the dog"): Crowley is really, really afraid and that respectively makes Az nervous (the looming doom in his delivery of "welcome to the end times").

That was all for this round... In general it blew my mind how much of their story is already in episode one!

And I'll never get tired of mentioning how David and Micheal disappear completely into their characters. I try to admire their work in the moment, but I keep forgetting it's them. Only because I have seen so much of them by now can I spot them as the actors in tiny moments that last mere half-seconds. That's always a weird triumph. "ha! I've seen a glimpse of Micheal's smile there!" or "the way Crowley says 'helly hellhound' sounded very David" and that's basically it.

#good omens #good omens rewatch #Good omens season 1 #aziraphale #crowley #michael sheen #david tennant #innefable husbands #aziracrow #God I love them so much

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battlemaiden13 · 9 months

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Hello again, my friend! So I was reading through some of the recent asks you have answered, and I have to say, I still love this house of yandere skeletons, I hope you might run with the idea for a story with that concept someday (if you haven't already :3 )

So my question. Let's say for fun, it is an entire yandere house, the MC in question has caught the attention of the boys, S/O or not, however you feel with this one, MC has played nice and gone along pretty much with everything the skeletons have asked/demanded, all the while plotting escape. Eventually, someone messes up, a window or door unlocked, a key forgotten, something, and MC finally makes their move.

How would the skeletons react to this, gasp, betrayal, and how quickly would they track the MC down? Might it be possible for them to actually get a bus out of town before being tracked down and.. what if they encounter some lovely mafia skeletons in the process? Might they be able to sweet talk their way into some help/ be used a a means for the mafia boys to get something / or are our mafia boys just as (or maybe more) as scary?

Love your writing! (Sorry this one was so long!)

WARNING: Yandere, Blood, gore, toxic Relations

Yandere Escape

I didn’t do the mafia because I feel like if these skeletons are corrupted then they would be too. It’d be a glitch that skeletons become yandere. You’d escape only to be put in a different horror house.

Sans -Oh you make it home. Sans isn’t too concerned. His expertise are computer based. Even if you make it home or to the other side of the world. He knows where you are and can absolutely bring you back anytime he wants. Basically with Sans you are ‘free’ to go wherever you want but if you betray him, or refuse to listen to him then he will systematically ruin your life and the life of those you care about.

Papyrus -You manage to make it to the next town over before he tracks you down. It’s soul crushing, he does it so casually and everyone just seems to know him and believe him over you. Papyrus was always good at manipulating others and he knows exactly how to use it to his advantage.

Red -He gets mad when he realizes you’ve tricked him, like he trusted you. When Red gets angry he has a hard time controlling himself. He easily hunts you down before you make it to the end of the driveway. In his rage he may just break a few of your bones. He’ll apologize for it later but he just can’t let you leave.

Edge - You feel like you’ve made it, you're free. Then you enjoy some food, a nice drink and you wake up back in the mansion like a bad dream. It happens again and again and the worst part is Edge doesn’t say anything about it. It’s like you never left.

Blue -He’s going to hunt you down in the forest like it’s a game because for him it is a game. At least you better hope he keeps thinking it’s a game because while it’s still scary, him hunting you down, if he finds out it’s real you are so dead, or at least seriously maimed so that you can never leave again.

Orange - You don’t make it far. His panic after noticing you were gone gets him to track you down pretty fast. He doesn’t like showing anyone his true side and he trusted you which he now sees as a mistake. He won’t be making a mistake twice. Hope you like chains, cause you are going to be chained to a wall.

Berry -you won’t get far and Berry knows it. He isn’t co-captain of the royal guard for nothing after all. There’s some magic trickery around here, no matter how far you run or which direction you always end up back at the mansion. It’s annoying to watch the brat drink tea in the garden calmly as you try to escape only to always make it back. Berry thinks your attempts are very entertaining.

Syrup - If you want to leave you just have to ask. Syrup isn’t keeping you at the mansion to make you miserable, that’s the last thing he wants. He’s more about treating you so well that you don’t want to leave in the first place. Or if you do leave you realize just how good your life was with him.

#Undertale #undertale Imagines #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #underfell #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #yandere #undertale yandere #house of yandere

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bwbawa · 6 months

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INTRO POST

i had already made one but decided to do it again !

hello, pls ASK FOR MY NAME before refering to me, I use THEY/IT/XE pronouns ONLY, i am nonbinary and i suspect i am neurodivergent.

fyi I am not self diagnosed, but i use the tags to reach more people and also i don't judge anyone that is.

i am looking for friends !!

i have plenty of mutuals now but if you're one or u want to be one please don't feel scared to interact :D

inbox is open unless you're older than 24 or so, i do not feel comfortable talking with adults unless it's specific things, but i feel totally ok with interacting and reblogging/commenting :]

SOME OF THE THINGS I LIKE :

good omens

OFMD

adventure time ( rewatching after watching as a kid )

marvel, mostly movies

the old star wars movies because i haven't catched up

D&D

markiplier.. n youtubers of the kind

GARFIELD!

GRAVITY FALLS!!!!!

over the garden wall

FNAF

TROLLS!!!!!!!!!!

I MOSTLY POST ABOUT :

random stuff i think, opinions and comments on stuff

shitposting

some of my interests i guess?

adventure time

PLS DNI IF !

bigoted opinions. RADFEM. NSFW accounts

TRANS/HOMOPHOBIC. ableist. misogynists

against self-diagnosis. "cringe" accs.

gore/shocking content. etc...

PLS DO INTERACT IF

you like to talk about interesting stuff

have opinions (lol)

like any of my interests!

or just want to talk in general!

Please send me asks! don't feel shy to do so either, i am willing to answer even the most random stuff XD

i ask a lot about neurodivergencies and autism, because that was the main point of the blog at first

but then i fell in love with it!

i have a rock collection and a small garfield plush collection! they are precious to me. <3

so yeah! pls interact if u wanna b mutuals or frens or smth!!

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hoshi-y · 2 years

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(Alright hopefully this makes sense so bear with me😭)

Can I request where Akane(male), Mitsuba, Kou, and Hanako got badly hurt from a supernatural (or something) so their S/O who is like Nezuko and lost control of theirselves fighting the supernatural that hurt them (basically from season two if you know I’m saying 👀 poor Daki got folded😭) so they tried there best to calm them down?

An S/O that is like Nezuko from Demon slayer

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Akane Aoi, Kou Minamoto, Hanako

TW : Slight manga spoiler

A/N : I like thisidea but the problem is I haven't watched the Season 2 HAHAHA I am that lazy, But I'll rely on my memory and those spoilers from tiktok

I do hope it comes out just the way you like it! I hope you enjoy ❤️

It ws hard for him to believe that someone as cute and soft as you could ever hurt a fly

And he shall be the one who will beat them with a bat if they laid a finger on your perfect skin.

It was a perfectly normal day

You and Akane were just walking in the corridor talking about things

when a very out of control supernatural came and had a very clear intention of hurting both of you

You were about to get hit but he pushed you away and got launched backwards

Hitting his back on the wall

Seeing the scene unfold, something snapped within you

absolutely went BERSERK and started beating it up

You went from a cute little mouse into a beast

And that surprised him

"Love, Love hey calm down.." He said holding you back as you struggled

"[F/N] please calm down" Hugging you, hoping it will calm you down, Which it did

He felt you slowly hugging him back and he looked down at you "Are you okay Akane?.. I'm sorry about that.." You said as you teared up, Scared that if you hadn't done anything he would've been gone

"I'm alright you see? Don't worry.."

After that, He saw how capable you are on defending yourself and how strong you were

He needed to up his game then, he can't always rely on you to save him

Then again, He would want to ask you for tips

Kou already knew how insanely strong you were

To him you were so cool

Not only that you were so good with treating people who have injuries!

Once he sprained his ankle and you knew exactly what to do <3

But when it comes to fighting

Ehhh,,, He mostly prefers that he saves you and not you save him

But then again you do end up saving his butt over and over again

But this you weren't there to come help him

He was brutally beaten up by No. 6 (Teru slayed, Literally)

When you got there, He was bruised up, and was passed out on the ground.

You couldn't contain your anger and went ballistic

Not even the great exorcist Teru could defeat him, But you however

Managed to beat him, And has been weakened

You were ready to do some more but a hand grabbed you

"[F/N].." It was Kou, Using up whats left of his energy to stop you

"Kou..!" You immediately calmed down and hugged him "You're hurt! Sit down..."

After you patched him up, Crying, You we're scared on what would've happened if you didn't come here on time, Would he be dead?

Your thoughts have been interrupted by him holding your face tenderly with his hands

"Thank you.. For Saving me.." You were still angry, wanting to do more, But Kou is trying to calm you down

Maybe you'll beat his ass another time

He said he was going on a meeting

and that was 4 hours ago...

usually, Before your classes ended he would be on the windowsill playing with the mokkes

But this day he wasn't there

You went on a search for him

Looked in the garden, the faculty thinking he might be messing with tsucigomori sensei

Or just in the corridors

Funny how you see him everywhere, But now you couldn't find him anywhere

The last place you hadn't checked is the rooftop

When he's stressed or upset about something, he goes to the rooftop to idle around

You went up there to settle your theory

But instead of a peaceful Hanako standing on the rooftop became a fight with him and a very out of control supernatural

"[F/N]! Get out of here your—" Before he could even finish his sentence it went and pushed him so hard to the wall, He could barely keep up with this thing

You also went and attacked that thing

no creature is gonna come and hurt your S/O oh nono you must be mistaken

it tried to escape from your wrath but you ended up finishing it off

you were fuming with anger, you couldn't think straight either, the only thing on your mind is—

"[F/N] Calm down.. I'm okay.."

Hanako.

"Are you okay hanako? Where does it hurt?" You started looking at him, His face was alp scratched.

"Darling i cant get hurt, I'm a ghost remember?~"

"Even so.. I'm worried.. What if you lost to that thing and I lost you?" Taken aback, You really liked him huh?

"Hey.. Don't say that, I'll always be here, hm? Let's go do something that will calm you down.."

"Can we go to the infirmary?"

Hanako slightly panicked thinking you ACTUALLY got hurt, He would actually take matters into his own hands

"Are you hurt?" Panicking he also started checking "No.. I just want to patch you up.."

Sighing softly, He gives in, Atleast that's one thing that can help you ease your mind a bit. Knowing that He is okay

I'm sorry it took awhile to do your request, Hehe, And I'm also hoping that I met what you we're wanting in the request HAHAHA I had to jump an episode to see how mad Nezuko was with Daki I think was her name

#toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #tbhk hanako #yugi amane #jshk #tbhk amane #tbhk #tbhk akane #kou x reader #akane x reader #tbhk kou

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i-have-not-slept · 2 years

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Malectober day 22: Wings

Aaaaand here is my first attempt at an AU! If you haven't read/watched Good Omens this might not make much sense but I hope you enjoy it anyway👼

It was a nice day.

All the days had been nice. There had been rather more than seven of them so far, and rain hadn't been invented yet. But clouds massing east of Eden suggested that the first thunderstorm was on its way, and it was going to be a big one.

In the garden, something stirred. A large black cat, the size of a panther, padded out from behind a tree. There were many animals in the garden, but none with eyes that burned like the cat’s. Candles hadn’t been invented yet, but a fanciful writer might have said that the eyes looked like candles burning in Hell. The other animals were wisely remaining hidden.

The cat stretched languidly, then padded to the high wall encircling the garden. The bright eyes zeroed in on the figure standing on top of the wall, staring out to the east. The muscles in the cat’s back legs bunched, and with a single spring, it was on top of the wall. It strode over to the figure. With a ripple of the fur along its back, the cat was gone. In its place stood a man, or at least a man-shaped creature. His jet-black hair matched the cat’s fur, and the cat’s burning gold eyes, with their slit pupils, were set into his face. The robe he wore was black as well. From his back arched a pair of glossy black wings, with shimmers of cobalt blue and purple nestling among the feathers.

The other man, or man-shaped being, didn’t seem particularly surprised at the transformation. His wings were white, shot through with gold. His robe was white, and over his shoulder he carried a bow and quiver of arrows. The cat-man noted with interest the black symbols that wound around his arms and over his shoulders. They were the language of Heaven.

The demon sighed dramatically. “Well, that was a shambles.”

The angel blinked at him in confusion. “Um, sorry?”

The demon waved a hand at the landscape around them, indicating the entire situation. “All of it. The apple, them getting kicked out of the garden. You showing up— not that you’re a shambles.” he added. “It was a bit of an overreaction, if you ask me. I mean, first offence and everything. I can’t see what’s so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil anyway.”

“It must be bad,” reasoned the angel in a slightly worried tone, “otherwise you wouldn’t have been involved.”

The demon shrugged. “They just said, Get up there and make some trouble. What’s your name, anyway? I might as well know if we’re both going to be stuck on Earth for a while.”

The angel looked at him warily. “Alexander.”

“Magnus.” said the demon. “It’ll mean ‘great’ one day, in one of the human languages. For now it’s just a name. ‘Alexander’ is too cumbersome to say, anyhow. I’m going to call you Alec.”

The angel blinked again. “Oh. Okay.” He tried out the name. “Alec. Yes, that sounds alright.”

They stared out over the desert, to the storm clouds gathering east of Eden. The first roll of thunder rumbled in the distance.

“Wait a minute.” Magnus said suddenly. “Didn’t you have a flaming sword before?”

“Um,” said Alexander, looking guilty. “Well….” He ruffled his feathers nervously.

“You did, didn’t you? It was flaming like anything.”

“Er….”

“Lost it already, have you?”

“No! Not exactly lost…”

“Well?”

Alec bit his lip. He mumbled something Magnus couldn’t quite make out.

“What’s that?”

“I gave it away.” Alec said wretchedly.

Magnus blinked at him. “You what?”

Alec looked desperately at Magnus and the demon noticed, for the first time, how blue the angel’s eyes were. “I had too! They looked so cold, and it’s going to be dark out there, and there’s probably vicious animals, and the storm…I just told them to take it and go, it’d be best for everyone in the long run.”

He gestured to the two distant figures trekking across the wasteland. For the first time, Magnus noticed the tiny spark of light one of them carried.

“It was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?” Alec asked anxiously.

“You’re an angel.” Magnus said dryly. “I’m sure it can’t be wrong if you do it.” He nudged the angel with a grin. “Be funny if we both got it wrong, wouldn’t it? If I did the right thing and you did the wrong thing.”

“Yes.” said Alec. “I mean, no! It wouldn’t be funny at all! It’d be a huge mess!”

“Ah well.” said Magnus, sobering up. “I suppose it’ll all be alright in the end.”

“I hope so.”

They looked at the clouds. Another rumble of thunder sounded. The first raindrops began to fall.

Absently, like he wasn’t even thinking about it, Alec raised one of his wings to shield Magnus from the rain.

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waiting-on-a-dream · 1 year

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aurora, i just realized that we haven't really talked about our ocs' relationship dynamics that much :0 like, what are your thoughts about them, do you think any of them could be friends, rivals, enemies, maybe you have ideas for potential ships? 👀 i'm just curious!

Ooh~ Talking about ocs' relationship dynamics, eh? 👀

I actually made a post on Mia and Irene's thoughts on your RSA ocs, so that covers their relationships already. XD

I've sent in interactions for Avery with Slyvan and Iris before. I think both of them would want to befriend Avery for the same reason, but perhaps with different ways of going about it? They just see a cute angry boy and go: Wow! :D That's so cute. But whereas Slyvan is all smiles and offering gifts, Iris chooses to tease the poor boy instead.

We both already know how Violet thinks of Vance. 😶 There's potential for a genuine friendship though! Once Vance stops being such a chaotic troublemaker and Violet learns to let a few things slide. Wyn would totally get along with Vance though! Their cheerful energy would bounce off each other so well! Though Vance's fourth wall breaks do scare Wyn sometimes.

Reading Merrill's personality and unique magic again...Iris would be drawn to him like a magnet. He's flirty, mysterious, and somehow knows the juiciest romance gossip in NRC? She'll be eagerly looking for any chances to talk to him. Perhaps they'd get along really well, perhaps Merrill would find her exhausting. Either way, he's not getting rid of her for a while. 🤭

Allen and Mia would get along like a house on fire. Cheerful and energetic boy, always smiling? Mia would like to know your location. She doesn't even mind that much when he does something wrong and claims he didn't know it was wrong either. She actually believes him when he says that! She'll just forgive him and tell him not to do it again ajsajsasaaksa So yeah, they'd be great friends! 😄

Emile and Roland are best gardening buddies and I will die on this hill. I can imagine them pruning leaves together now. 🍃

Austin is like a prickly little hedgehog that won't stop biting people lmao. Good thing Zoya is immune to tsundere behavior. I don't think they'd ever be friends, really. Just acquaintances perhaps. Zoya tries to be friendly and teasing with everyone she meets, and she might double down on Austin because he actually fights back. She loves a good challenge. Wyn is another one that would try and befriend Austin! He thinks Austin might just be shy or has trust issues, so he tries his best to seem trustworthy! Hah...My poor sunshine boy will get hurt someday at the rate he's going.

Violet and Minnie are 🤝 constantly are we know it. Their energies are almost completely similar so it's safe to say they'd make a great team! (Aajsaiodiandi I can imagine Minnie and Violet scolding Vance and Seth now- 💀)

Aurora has taken an interest to Hayden, as he seems to change his personality depending on who he's talking to, so the poor boy will have a mini panic attack whenever they approach him now.

Xenon and Riley superiority, that's all I have to say on this relationship. I think Duran wouldn't mind hanging out around Riley either, as long as he stays quiet and doesn't draw any 'fans' over.

With time and effort, perhaps Chandani and Blythe could be friends! As of now though, Chandani sympathizes for her poor vice dorm leader in silence. Perhaps she'll bring her a snack to relax one day.

Aurora would be drawn to Seth at first, finding him to be super interesting and fun! He's already 18, but he's only a first year? How odd. They'd start to find him annoying once he shows more and more of his main character syndrome though, finding him to be too self-absorbed to get along with. Xenon would also find him interesting, but prefer to observe him from afar. Maybe he'll find out more about Seth than everyone else watching him from behind the scenes.

#aurora answers #answering this I realized how hard it is for the seven brothers to make friends aksajskasaksa #none of them would try to befriend your nrc ocs???#that's certainly something to think about #I'll try thinking of what kind of people they'd get along with

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luvring · 2 years

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Nia i’m having rime braunrot and i NEED enemies to lovers with him PLEASE 😩

help me

tw: blood + cuts/injuries (3rd scene)

note: i see we are all unwell. i hope this is . ok. i cut off the fifth section at a place that . hm. i think it's quite funny really

"you shouldn't piss me off, angel."

"well can you just fuck off already, rudolph?"

rime never liked you. he hated the way you've made yourself out to be better than him. he hates the way you smile and offer help to everyone, the way you run to their aid with little thought to your own safety. rime looked at you and saw somebody, somebody that died a long time ago that he never liked to remember.

"i'll fuck off when you get it through your thick skull what you took from me," he growls. he stabs his spear into the ground before staring daggers through you, "you, of all people, took my job, my relic, my place with felix. and you're going to try to get moral high ground? are you fucking kidding me?"

"so what? it's my fault you decided to be a piece of shit to everyone who cares—sorry, cared about you? get over yourself, rime."

he flinches at the change of tense but it only spurs his anger, "you don't know what you're fucking talking about."

"i know when someone's projecting insecurities and putting up walls," you say while moving closer. "when someone's using anger because they have the emotional maturity of a dingbat."

you know rime's glare would have sent anybody else running. you knew what he could and would do in a heartbeat given the chance. but it's too late, really. you're close enough now that you jab a finger at his chest before hissing, "you're a walking therapy case, bambi. and i'm not gonna be your fucking therapist."

"rime!" felix's voice echoes from somewhere nearby. rime's gaze flickers up then back to you—there's still that annoying defiance in your eyes. no one else would still be standing against him, but he guesses that's your charm, isn't it?

rime isn't there by the time the others find you, but you know you managed to make him freeze before disappearing. "you need to figure out what you want, rime. before you end up hurting them and yourself."

—

ii.

"stella!"

your voice rings out in the garden while you jog around, eyes darting from side to side for a sign of her, rime following a few feet behind you.

"haven't we done this before?" his face is deadpan when you send a glare over your shoulder.

"come on, asshole. before she gets away again."

"sweetheart, she's right there," he nods to your left.

you blink before turning around to see stella looking up at you from the grass. "stella."

she lets out a noise as she walks toward the both of you, close enough that you can pick her up. rime watches you coo and pet her while ignoring him completely. he rolls his eyes at the scene and turns to walk away before you speak.

"...thank you." he freezes before looking back at you and raising a brow.

"i know you're trying and..." you trail off, trying to find the right words to say without it sounding like pity. "it's hard. choosing to try, i mean. so thank you."

so, so kind. just like always. there's a weird feeling in rime's chest, he can't tell of it's heavy or light.

"if you want to thank me"—he walks up and flicks your forehead, almost smiling at the grimace on your face—"stop losing your cat."

—

iii.

"can you stop squirming?"

"it hurts."

rime pulls away enough to stare you down, the deep cuts on your cheek and arm almost enough to make him frown. "get over it, angel. it'll get worse if i don't fix this right now."

you both sit in a tense silence for the most part. you try your best not to make eye contact, only tilting your head toward him when he told you to. rime moves quickly, as if he had done this hundreds of times before. "look up."

your eyes shoot up and meet his by accident. you tilt your face to the side and your gaze lands on a tree nearby instead. taking a breath, you wait for the stinging sensation on your face, but he doesn't do anything. when you look towards him, all rime does is stare with a frown on his face. you frown back, "what?"

he snaps out of whatever he was in, frown only deepening, "you're an idiot."

"hey—ow, rime—" you flinch when he suddenly gets back to work on the cut. you purse your lips at his attitude, "i was just trying to help you."

he almost rolls his eyes before remembering what you did. rime thinks about being pushed out of the way, the scream he heard from the attack meant for him. he doesn't think he'll ever forget the way you clutched yourself on the ground, or the way he sliced the enemy down faster than he thought he could. he wonders if you heard him say "go to hell" before finishing the job.

clenching his jaw, he dabs the cloth on your face and chides, "don't try to help me if it means you get killed."

you scoff in disbelief, "so i should let you die?"

"why would you care?"

his question makes you still. you don't really remember moving him out of the way, just the feeling that it was what you should do. looking down, the covered gash on your arm might say otherwise. you don't think it'll please him to hear but you respond honestly, "i don't know. i just...do. is that so bad?"

rime looks at you. it's the first time you've held eye contact with something less than contempt or annoyance, and you could swear his gaze softened ever so slightly. but he drops his hands from your face and steels himself again, "go find your actual friends, sweetheart."

—

iv.

"what's he doing here again?" the tension in the room is almost suffocating at this point. you've never seen the group this...bad.

"he's here to help, sage."

"like we need this asshole."

rime is uncharacteristically silent, choosing to lean against the bookshelf rather than sitting down with you at the table. your eyes can't help but flicker towards felix who looks like he'd rather be speaking with his father than be here. anisa doesn't seem to be boding well either, but at the head of the table she clears her throat, "maybe we should take a break for now."

nobody objects and you let out a breath to try to relax. sage, on the other hand, stands up and leaves the room.

everyone's gaze follows him until rime drawls, "great first meeting," getting up before anyone can stop him either. though he doubts someone would have tried in the first place.

the three of you left in the room are left to sit in silence. guilt gnaws at you the same time that frustration builds. "i'll go talk to him."

you're not sure who you're talking about until you're outside.

"hey."

"i told you this was a bad idea," rime says without turning around, spinning the dagger in his hand half mindedly.

"they just...need time."

"like five years-ish?"

"rime—"

"yeah, yeah. that's not fair. i know." he flicks his dagger once more before putting it away, choosing to stare off at the treeline instead.

you're not sure what comes over you. maybe it was because you had never seen him so quiet, or because you could only do so much. but you turn rime towards you and ignore the surprise on his face while you pull him into a hug.

not deterred when he freezes, you tighten your hold before speaking, "i'm sorry."

it feels foreign on your tongue, despite the countless apologies you had offered to others before. rime takes his time to reply but you can hear the acceptance in his voice, "it isn't your fault."

"i'd argue differently but either way, i'm sorry. really, rime."

you continue to stand there, unwilling to let go even when the only response you get is silence. you're not sure who needs this more anymore. it's an odd but welcomed feeling when rime loosely wraps his arms around you, pulling you further into his chest.

—

"seriously, can you stop moving for once?"

someone had to make sure rime "didn't get into trouble" and you were the only one who volunteered with something vaguely like enthusiasm. part of you wonders if he would have been better off having a staring contest with sage than here, sharing a bed while you shuffled around trying to ignore the presence beside you.

"no, i can't."

"don't make me shut you up, doll."

"okay," you taunt. "make me."

rime's remark dies on his tongue as his head whips around and he stares at you. your mouth forms a line as you stare back. he squints and moves closer, only a little, but enough to quicken your heart rate. "and how should i do that?"

"...i don't know. your idea, your choice."

your heart begins to pound when rime sits up, his gaze never leaving yours. the sensation in your chest only grows as he moves to hover above you, slowly enough you could have moved if you wanted to, his arms caging you beneath him. "my choice, hm?"

you nod and rime pushes further, bringing his face nearer yours, "are you sure?"

he's close enough at this point that you can feel his breath on your skin. he tilts his head, his voice tickling your ear when he whispers, "i won't do anything you don't want me to."

"so tell me, sweetheart"—rime pulls away far enough to look at you, his gaze slowly travelling from your lips to your eyes—"what do you want me to do?"

—

vi.

"you need to go to bed, angel," rime says before kissing your head. he ignores your whines and groaning while he pushes your work away and pulls you up into him.

"i need to figure this out before i see felix tomorrow, though."

"tell me that later when you aren't letting me pull you to the bathroom," rime hums, ignoring the pout on your face as you slide your feet across the floor.

faintly noting the time on the clock, you frown—2 hours later than you said you'd take. maybe that's why rime's grip on your hand is tighter than usual, as if he planned for you to try to escape.

you finally notice how tired you look when he pulls you in front of the mirror. he rests his chin on your shoulder and taps his fingers against your arms, "i'm sure our beloved felix can deal with you messing up his outfit or a cheap book imploding if it means you're well rested, hm?"

"rime."

he rolls his eyes but looks at you in the mirror again, gaze softening as he lightly pinches your cheek, "i'll talk to him, okay?"

rime waits for your sigh and look of defeat (and gratitude) before moving. "now stop worrying"—he grabs and holds your toothbrush for you to take—"and brush your teeth already."

—

vii.

"i love you."

"...what?"

"i love you, rime," you repeat. "you don't have to say it back, i just...wanted you to know. i love you and i care about you and...you mean a lot to me."

you're both in bed and it's late, you should be asleep by now, rime thinks. especially now with his chest tightened and arms frozen at your words. he knows he should say something, anything.

"i used to try to kill you, you know," he says barely above a whisper.

you manage to laugh a little and smile, though he can't see it with your head underneath his. "you don't anymore, though."

"not that you know of," rime teases languidly. you scoff and lightly hit his chest, but his hold only tightens slightly as he breathes out a laugh.

"good luck getting rid of me then."

never one to force his thoughts, always letting him sit in them as long as he needed. even after spilling part of your heart to him.

rime looks down at your form, the way you curl into him as if there was nowhere else you'd rather be. it's almost comical. he spent so long being considered an enemy. he was constantly on the look out for danger and the starsworn—for you. someone who used to threaten what seemed to be his entire existence.

it's still clear as day in his memories—the times you'd yell and call him out on his bullshit when no one else would. yet here you were, mindlessly tracing the mark on his chest while he held you against him. because despite his greatest attempts, in the end you were always the person who'd see right through his act.

he doesn't usually let himself think about it too much. it's overwhelming and bizarre and if there's anything rime hates, it's being emotionally vulnerable. but you silently leave a soft kiss on his skin and he can't seem to stop himself this time.

"i love you too."

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thebooktopus · 2 years

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I'm late to the game but still wanted to participate. Thanks to @maesterchill (post here), @kbrick (post here), and @pennygalleon (post here) for the tags, I loved reading yours and am so impressed by your talent!

Space Girl (Linny, 250, M) My ruddy, freckled skin matches the clay in my mother’s garden, a child of the earth from my first breath.

Winning In More Ways Than One (Flintwood, 6K, E) Pestering Oliver Wood was second-nature to Marcus Flint by the time they hit thirty.

Perfecting His Craft (Scorbus, 3K, E) Albus Severus Potter had been wanking for years.

Any Way You Want (Charlie/Tonks, 3K, E) “So I’m in there, right, and I see that Gorman — ex-Death Eater, real piece of shit — has broken out of the body bind Shacklebolt put him in, so I threw a Confrigo at him. But it had maybe a little more force than I’d originally intended and knocked out the whole wall behind him.”

The Emerald Necklace (Pansy/Daphne, 1K, E) “Daphne, look at you! Stunning, as always. Is that a new necklace?” Astoria spun her sister around, eyeing the jewelry around her neck.

Giving Over to the Silence (Neville/Luna, 1K, E) The room is still.

Time and Space (Jegulus, 6K, E) “No, no, you’re doing it wrong again, here let me show you, scoot over.” Regulus left his seat and nudged James over, making room for himself on the library sofa.

The Dragon Tamer & the Snake Slayer (Neville/Charlie, 17K, E) “Alright, was there anything else that anyone wanted to discuss today?” Neville looked around at the group of students sitting in a circle around him in Harry’s DADA classroom, located in the newly remodeled Astronomy Tower.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow (Drarry, 1K, T) The Hufflepuff Common Room was abuzz with seventh and eighth year students celebrating the end of term.

Are Those Drugs In Your System or Are You Just Happy to See Me? (Drarry, 1K, T) Harry glanced at his watch and sighed; only ten minutes had passed since the start of his patrol shift.

When I Look Like Myself, I Am At My Best (Tedoire, 1K, T) “You’re nervous,” Teddy said, a statement instead of a question and correct as usual.

Galaxies in Their Eyes (Linny, 350, M) Luna is a goddess and we are mere earthlings, blessed to be in their presence.

We Should Rendezvous Sometime (Drarry, 623, M) Draco’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

What Have You Been Hiding Under Those Robes, Professor Malfoy? (Drarry, 15K, E) On Thursday afternoons, Harry had no lectures.

Saviour of the Seas (Drarry, 45K, E) “What’s there to do in Norway, anyways?” Ron Weasley asked, raising his pint for a long draw from his glass.

Six Months to Make the Most Of (Drarry, 23K, E) Harry and Draco Potter sat quietly in the corridor at St Mungo's, waiting for the other members of their party.

Pattern: Lots of declarative sentences and dropping readers right into the scene. Also, I hadn't realized how many of my fics are rare pairs. I miss Drarry. I should really get started on my Wireless fic.

Favorite: Honestly, I don't love most of them, lol. Probably the two Linny fics, which are the two I was most deliberate in writing. I am pleased to see that I like my more recent ones a lot more than my first fics.

So many people have already been tagged, so I'm going light on the tags here, but if you haven't been tagged, know that we want to see yours too, tag me! Tagging @anaxandria-writes, @greenmegsnoham, @vdoshu, @cannibalschism, @itsfookingnyx, @fuckboyregulus, @orange-peony, @veelawings & @sketchyblondes.

#first line tag game #first lines #booktopus writes #my writing #fanfic #hp fanfic #rare pairs #drarry

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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❛ A FUTURE COP ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: hi i hope ur having the greatest week on the planet , can i request where reader is younger than hank and she tells him shes pregnant and telling him with some fluff

❚❙ HANK VOIGHT MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

❚❙ Tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @ocetevasgirl @sophie-writes @destynelseclipsa @jadakiss13. If you want to be added to my tag list, send me a message.

You have lost the count of how many minutes you've been sitting in the locker room, in silence. Your head is loud enough right now. Hank has left the police station already, and you're waiting the time accorded before doing the same and driving your way to his house. Almost one year and you keep staying there ten minutes more than him, to not make anyone suspect about your relationship. But you aren't sure if you're ready to go.

The fear of losing Hank for what you have to tell him is consuming you, like a big fire reducing your bones to ashes. It's painful, for describing it somehow. The pressure within your chest is going to kill you, suddenly breaking into an anguish crying, resting your back against the wall and curling your legs to your torso. The two of you haven't talked about starting a family. The loss of Justin still being an open wound, bleeding a little bit every day. How are you supposed to tell him that you're pregnant?

“(Y/N)?”

Antonio's voice races your heart, peeking his head out through the lockers. He sounds worried. He looks worried, walking slowly towards you without profering any sharp move. Kneeling next to you, not sure about what he can do, the detective holds your hand to caress the back of them with his thumb; thinking that this gesture can help you to relax. But the sob continues stuck in your throat and the tears roam your cheek like a torrential and furious racing river.

Sitting down by your side, Antonio places an arm over your shoulders, urging you to rest your head on his. He doesn't know what to say. And even if he wanted to say something, his vocal cords fail when your phone dings with a notification and he sees the screen illuminating over the floor. Hank. “Voight?” He thinks raising up an eyebrow, in a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“Where are you? Something jumped off?”

Grabbing your phone and blocking it to keep it inside your pocket, you turn at the man. Your lips are trembling. You're not sure if you can talk, but you need to rip it off from your chest. You don't want to lose Hank, at this point, not even your work matters.

“Ant—Antonio… I am… pregnant”.

Shaking his head slightly, his eyes widened surprised. His forefinger points at the floor for a moment, to the position of your phone a second ago, asking without words if Hank is the father. You nod pressing your lips. He's in shock. You can see in his eyes, trying to find the correct sentence to say. Congratulations? Are you kidding me? Voight, seriously?

“We… started to date… a year and a half ago and… hm… made it official almost a ye—year ago”.

“Who knows it?”

“Only you. No one else. And I'm terrified, be—because… I was there when he lost Justin and… shit, we've always taken all the care, but… this happened”. Biting your bottom lip, as the tears keep filling up your eyes, you try to not cry anymore. “I don't know… how to tell him. I don't know if he wants this. I don't want to lose him, Antonio”.

“Hey, listen now. You're not gonna lose him, okay?” Turning his body at you and adopting your same position, he hits your shoulder briefly with his fist. “I've an idea. Write him and tell him that you're on your way and meet me in the hall”.

Nodding, he shows you a soft smile before standing up to leave the locker room. Cleaning your cheeks with the back of your hands, you do exactly what he has told you. After writing to your boyfriend and picking up your things, you walk out of the place to wait downstairs. Not a minute after, Antonio comes from behind the main desk saying his goodbye to Platt, before following you to the outside.

Offering you the bag he's carrying in his right hand, keeping the other in a pocket, you take it with curiosity.

“This department, his career, is his life. This is a good way to tell him”.

Grabbing the piece of clothing inside it, you read the emblem of Chicago P.D. before noticing the small size of the shirt.

“We usually give these shirts to the kids who come to see the station”.

Yes. That's the better idea. Your lips curve up in a tender grin of gratitude. You can't help but hug him, without caring who can be watching you.

“C'mon, go to his house and give it to him”.

“Thank you, Antonio… I don't… I don't know what to say”.

“You don't have to. Tell me tomorrow how it has goin'”.

In silence, you nod after placing a kiss on his cheek, keeping back the grey t-shirt inside the bag to go find your car in the private parking.

As always, the road is somewhat empty, reaching Hank's neighborhood in a sight. You can see the lights turned on inside, through the windows, and a free place to park your SUV behind his. Taking your time to leave your car there, you step out having a deep breath trying to calm yourself and your nerves. In your head dance a lot of possible ways about how he will react, and every one of them scares you like never.

Putting your eyes on the bag, you find the needed encouragement to come into his house. Leaving your backpack at the entrance, you lead your steps to the back garden, finding Hank sitting on a wooden chair, leaning forward and shaking his knees nervously. You haven't come this ‘late’ before. But as soon as you sit by his side, placing the bag over the dinner table, he feels less agitated.

Resting his back against his chair, tangling his hands over his abdomen, he can't help but feel curiosity about the content of it and the worrying installed on your face.

“What kind of hell are you into, hm?”

Rubbing the line of his jaw with his thumb, he intertwines his hands again waiting for a response. Maybe we need to talk aren't the words you want to choose, but they're the ones that escape from your throat. Watching how his face hardens, you gulp before licking your bottom lip.

“I don't know how it happened. It's not like… I planned it”.

“Don't beat around the bush and be clear with me”. Hank gesticulates with his forefinger, as he always does when he's losing his nerves. “That's why you have been acting distant, right? If you don't want to continue, just tell me”.

He hisses the last three words, hiding the misery in his tone of voice, leaning forward to you. And that really hurts you, to think that he believes you don't love him anymore. That he may think that his life is not compatible with yours. But that's bullshit. You would make them both fit at any cost, if you would have to.

“What? No, no, no! I'm not going to leave you, Hank. I don't want to”.

“Then, what is this about?”

You can't help but close your eyes and take a deep, deep, deep breath until you feel your lungs about to explode. Expelling the air through your nostrils, you decide to give him the bag instead of continuing screwing up the situation by using the wrong words. Frowning, he slides his hand inside it to take off the shirt of small size. Putting it between his fingers and in front of his hands, Hank raises an eyebrow without understanding what that shirt means.

“You stole it?”

“Technically… It wasn't me, but�� Antonio”.

“Antonio stole a shirt and gave it to you, because he doesn't know how to return it?”

Moving your lips in silence, trying to say something, you can't believe he's really this fucking dumb. Shrugging he keeps it back inside the bag, pressing his lips.

“I will do it tomo—”.

“To be a detective, you're too stupid, Henry”. The laugh fills up the garden for a moment, starting to feel less scared than five minutes ago. “Hold the shirt again and put that brain of yours to work”.

He grunts tired of your games, doing what you just told him. Placing it stretched over the table, your boyfriend seems thoughtful rubbing his chin. Looking at you sideways, he shakes his head not getting what you want to tell him, turning towards you clapping his hands.

“I hate riddles. Spit it of a damn time, sweetheart”.

“I'm pregnant”.

Hank doesn't move a single inch of his body, as if he hadn't listened to you. His brown eyes are glued on yours. He doesn't even blink, looking at you as if he's studying your face to make sure himself that it's not a macabre joke. That you aren't kidding. That you're telling him the truth. When he kisses his lips, still remaining silence, you feel at the edge.

“Listen, I was scared of telling you. Not only because it means that people should know we are together, but because I don't know how you feel about it. But I swear for my badge, if you don't say anything in ten seconds, I'm gonna punch you in the face. And believe me, I have had a horrible day, Hank. Got too much rage accumulated in my hands”.

“I don't know what to say”. He whispers while you finish your threat.

Barely breathing, you nod, licking your incisors, putting your gaze away somewhere in the garden. It wasn't the response you wanted to hear, but it was the one you were waiting for. Being sure that he's going to end your relationship, but at least taking care of your baby, the tears fill up your eyes, reddening them again.

Cleaning a furtive one running down your left cheek, you get up from your seat about to leave the porch to come into the house, grab your things and go to your apartment. The only thing you were afraid of since you met him is now destroying you slowly. But Hank doesn't let you pass him away, gently gripping your forearm to make you take a step back and sit on his lap.

“I'm sorry…” You sob covering your face with both hands, not being able to look at him.

“Why?”

“I just… I don't wanna lose you. I've never felt happier in my… fucking life, before meeting you. I'm my best version since we're together. I lo—I love you with all my heart, I swear it…”

“Is this because of Justin?”

Your cry suddenly stops, using the sleeves of your jacket to clean your face, raising it towards him. It's been a long time since you talked about his son for the last time, keeping the mourning for himself.

“I saw you, Hank. You were devastated… Your wound is still bleeding and it's okay. It's normal, I understand it. I will never tell you to not cry for him. I didn't want you to… feel like I'm trying to cover this hole in your heart, just because the only thing I want is you to be happy. I didn't wa—”.

“Justin died, that's a fact. I miss him every day of my life. I should have been a better father for him. Maybe he would be alive now, maybe that night wouldn't have ever happened. But that doesn't mean I don't want this”. He points at the grey t-shirt, giving you some hope. “There's no one who cares more about me than you do. I've imagined my life with you thousands of times. How it would be to have a family together. Do the right thing, because it's never too late to change. And as you said so, you made me a better man too. I want it, (Y/N). I want this life with you. I want this kid. And I want you”.

You pout at him, feeling much better knowing that everything is clear. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he pushes you closer to catch your lips with his to transmit you all the happiness and the tenderness he has inside his soul, after giving him this second chance in life.

“We will talk with Crowley and Platt tomorrow, okay with that?” You nod in response. “So… Antonio knows, uh?”

“Yeah, he… found me crying in the locker room and saw your message on my phone. It was his idea”.

“He had a good one”. Hank assures while chuckling, urging to rest your head against his chest. “I will give him a biscuit tomorrow, you know, for being a smart dog”.

“He wasn't in Narcotics for anything…”

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ⚡#hank voight x reader #hank voight imagine #hank voight #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #one chicago

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erensproudsimp · 3 years

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Confession

Jean kirschtein x reader Oneshot

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : You didn't want to admit your feelings to Jean in fear of losing him until tables were turned.

"I wonder how much everyone changed after all this time", you said staring at the moving landscape through the windshield.

"I'm pretty sure there's a lot to catch up with friends you haven't met since one year", Annie replied from the driver's seat.

"I bet Historia and Ymir must be dating by now", you chuckled.

"That wouldn't be much of a shocker to me to be honest", Annie added face straight at the road.

It's been one year since your friend group graduated university and because everyone was preoccupied with their individual lives, y'all didn't have the opportunity to meet up. Until today as Jean had organised a party at his mansion. The thought of his name made your face feel hot. For as long as you can remember you've always felt a certain type of way towards that horse face.

"Thinking about him huh", Annie said noticing the redness on your cheeks.

'Wha- what do you mean? No I'm not thinking of Jean", you responded frantically looking away.

" I didn't say a name though." You could see Annie smirking in the corner of your eyes.

"Don't you think it's high time you tell him about your feelings? Who knows he likes you back too and besides you two would actually make a pretty good couple looking back at how both of you were with each other," Annie suggested.

"I don't know about that, Annie, you know I fear rejection", you said dejectedly while reminiscing at the good old days when all you and Jean did was tease the hell out of each other and pull pranks with Sasha and Connie on teachers and the others.

Soon after you reached a grand gate.

"Open up horse face it's me and y/n," Annie said over the radio.

"Yeah yeah and don't call me horse face!" Jean scoffed on the microphone. Hearing his voice made butterflies errupt in your stomach. It was the first time you were coming over his house and damn the boy was rich rich as you looked at the magnificent well-kept garden enriched by a fountain in the middle face-to-face with stairs leading to the three story illuminated building.

When you reached inside, your eyes fell on Mikasa who was lounging on the couch. Shrieking you threw yourself on her, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Mikasa It's been so long!"

"Ahaha! Welcome y/n! I missed you too now stop crushing me," Mikasa coughed from the impact of your bodies colliding.

"Did someone get hurt? Why was there a scream?" Eren inquired coming from what seems to be the kitchen with Armin.

"Oh its just y/n", Armin said as you ran and jumped on him making both of you fall down laughing, "Armiiin! I missed you so much!"

"What's all this commotion about?" Connie asked revealing himself accompanied by Sasha who was savoring a pizza, a quizzical look on her face.

"Gosh I missed you guys so much! where are the rest?" you asked a tear in your right eye.

"Reiner, Berthold, Marco and Jean are setting up the projector to watch a movie and Ymir and Historia haven't reached ye-", Eren was cut off with the arrival of said people.

"Hola amigos! We have news for you all!" Ymir shouted while hugging Historia, "We're finally going out with each other!"

"Tell me why am I not surprised," Annie said as Historia blushed and Ymir just frowned at her words. Just at that moment Jean entered the room alongside with the boys making everyone invited present in the hall.

All the blood in your body rushed to your face as you saw Jean being a totally different person from last year. He grew a goatee on his face and his hair was longer too which seemed to be a mullet. He was wearing a casual grey hoodie and sweatpants yet this was so hot to you.

Your voice was stuck in your throat when you tried to say a word to him but either ways the monent the came he announced that everything was ready for the movie. He didn't even acknowledge your presence or make eye contact with you. It felt odd as you two were so close and he barely looked in your direction.

Everyone proceeded to go to the cinema hall which was located in the basement. You took your seat between Annie and Mikasa and Jean was right behind you. In a few the movie 'Attack on titan' started. Fifteen minutes in and you had already finished all your popcorn so you got up to fetch more from the kitchen. While going out you noticed that Jean and Marco were not in the hall but you choose to ignore it to go fetch your food. Right before you entered your destination you heard two voices coming from a room. You usually don't eavesdrop but the sudden mention of your name intrigued you to do so.

"It's now or never Jean who knows after how long you would finally see y/n again", you heard Marco said to Jean.

"I don't know Marco this seems like a bad decision to me", Jean continued.

"How would you know about that Jean? You think you know how y/n truly feels but you may be wrong you know ", your heart skipped a beat after hearing this.

Did this mean it was what you were thinking?

"Marco, I think it's for the best I don't tell y/n how I feel about her/them", Jean mumbled. So that's why he's been ignoring you. This confirmed your thoughts and under the shock you lost your footing pushing the door you were leaning against open. Jean saw his life flash in front of his eyes when he realised you heard what he said.

"You know what, I am letting you two alone to talk", Marco said taking his leave giving you a reassured look before closing the door behind him

You looked at Jean with soft eyes while he turned his back on you with his hand on the back of his neck. You noticed that the tips of his ears were red and before you could say anything he spoke up.

"So you heard what I said huh, would you please forget about it? I don't want to lose you because you're aware of my feelings for you", Jean said looking down with his back still facing you.

"Jean look at me", you asked him but he refused to do so which resulted in you walking to face him but he still looked away.

You grabbed his face to make him look at you. Jean was expecting you to reject him but instead you pressed your lips against his. His eyes widen at your action and he kissed you back more roughly when it hit him.

You pushed him to the bed as you sat on his lap continuing to makeout with him. His hands roamed around your body from your waist to finally grab your ass and give it a little squeeze.

You pulled back with a string of saliva connecting your mouths and looked him.

He looked at you thinking if only you knew how beautiful you were in his eyes.

"Does this mean you return my feelings?" Jean hopingly asked.

"Who kisses their best friend without feelings moron?" you smiled at him bopping his nose.

At this instant your mouths collided with each other again. Your hand reached down to peel his hoodie off his body and goddamn he was hot. You ran your petite hands against his hard muscular chest and abbs as Jean was looking at you adoringly.

Suddenly he grabbed your chin and attacked your neck with kisses. He ran this tongue on the skin while he unbuttoned your shirt to reveal your red bra. He went down from your neck to your collarbone leaving hickeys behind. A sharp pain followed by pleasure made you purr. He skilfully opened your bra with his one hand while the other was in your hair pulling it.

As your undergarment fell to the floor his jaw dropped at the sight of your perfect boobs in front of him. It felt like a blessing that he was witnessing you in this state. While he was busy gawking at you, you took his big slender hands and placed it on them. His cheeks took a bright red colour.

You grinded on his thighs feeling him getting harder. He let out a soft grunt feeling this sensation. He was sucking on one nipple and pinching the other one which made you throw your head back in absolute bliss.

Jean then advanced into helping you take off your pants leaving you in your panties. The more this man undresses you the more mesmerised he was by your figure. He slid his fingers up and down your cunt feeling how wet he made you when he barely even touched you.

"Would you sit on my face? please", Jean breathed with eyes filled with lust. You felt your clit pulsating at his request and you knew Jean could feel it too on his thigh. You nodded with your flushed face unable to say anything out of embarrassment.

He laid down on the bed as you took off your panties. Climbing on him his hands grabbed your waist guiding you right above his mouth. He ran his tongue through your folds making you lose your breath. He held you still so that you wouldn't move away while he was eating you out. He flicked your bud then inserted his tongue into and out you. You held onto the bed counter for support, your hair falling on your face.

"Jeannn", you moaned as you began riding his face. Jean was delighted let his tongue flat to let you pleasure yourself on him. Moving up and down you ravished this sweet feeling coursing through you. Soon after your legs began trembling signaling you were reaching your climax.

"Go ahead cum on my face please y/n", Jean pleaded and you did as he told. He felt your juices ran down his neck as he was savoring the taste.

"This is the best dinner of my life," he panted as you got off him. Your heart was beating so hard against your ribs as though it would come out.

You returned to your original place on his lap. You helped him take off his sweatpants watching his hard member spring free.

"Are you okay with this?" Jean asked.

"I've waited years to be able to do it so hell yeah I am," shifting yourself on his lap to make his dick right outside your entrance, you slowly inserted it in you. Feeling the neediness grow bigger Jean couldn't take it and pushed you down completely making his dick disappear in you. You bit his shoulder to help you bear with this immense pleasure.

"Fuck y/n you feel so good", Jean moaned being wrapped with your tight walls.

Pulling back from his shoulder you looked at him in the eyes as you rode him, your foreheads touching each other. Your boobs were bouncing from your up and down movement making you look so erotic to Jean. With time you picked more speed and was moving quicker. Jean was losing his mind at this. Your bodies blended into one. Jean bit his lips and grabbed your thighs so hard it was leaving marks. Your lips connected into a sloppy yet passionate kiss.

"Shit y/n I'm reaching my limit"

"Let's cum together Jean"

Jean was thrusting his hips into you out of instinct. The room was filled with the heavy breathing of both of you and the dirty sound of your ass and his thighs clapping.

Your body freezed as you let everything out of you and felt Jean's hot liquid inside of you. You screamed his name against his chest. Removing his dick from you, you sat on his lap looking into each other's eyes.

Suddenly you heard the door open revealing Eren outside.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" the poor boy appologised closing the door as fast as he could.

Jean and you broke into a laughter being happy that one of two finally confessed.

End.

Thank you for reading. :)

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 2 years

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Style

For some reason this gif was with the word style

PENGUIN STYLE!! LOVE IT. Okay...but how?? Dim, you somehow managed to get two WIPs that I haven't posted yet so here's Chapter 2 Fighting for a Dragon's Wish crossed with the Prologue of The Twelve Transformations of Bilbo Baggins.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think?!” Bilbo repeated incredulously. “I think if you had just left me to my peace and solitude in Hobbiton, I wouldn’t even be here!”

“Now, Bilbo…”

“No, Gandalf! Not this time.” The hobbit cut him off. “Now, I feel bad for them, I really do. But the Arkenstone is not a trivial matter. Facing Sm…dealing with the consequences of a wish from that cursed thing is not worth it and will never be.”

“They’re going to need someone experienced in such things.” He hinted softly.

Bilbo thought he was going to lose it on him.

“I’m actually with Bilbo on this. I say we tell them of the dragon with in and whatever they choose is their fate to bear.” Bard stepped in.

Bilbo lowered his head. It wasn’t a kind fate. Especially when they weren’t seeking riches or immortality. They sought a home, and who could deny them that? Certainly not Bilbo with his foolishly kind heart that helped Bard the first time. The mere memory of Smaug’s golden eye though already had Bilbo’s hands shaking.

“You could guide them Bilbo.” Gandalf implored. “You know the beast’s weakness.”

“I got lucky last time. That was all.”

“Oh Bilbo, the universe does not exist in the burrow you built for yourself in Hobbiton. It’s out there waiting for you to live in it again. Waiting for you to burn like the Star you are.”

Bilbo couldn’t believe this. Mere hours ago, these Ereborians were threatening all life on the planet, and now Gandalf was all but selling him off because they fed him a sad story? Tears welled up unexpectedly and Bilbo abruptly stood up.

“You know, I’m going to go see about getting my old room so that way I’m well rested before going back to Hobbiton tomorrow. Good evening to you both.”

Bilbo’s head was held high until he rounded the corner and found Thorin leaning against the wall. Watching, assessing, just like he had been since he first arrived with his proud glare. He paused for a small moment resisting the urge to shift on his feet like a guilty faunt.

Their esteemed leader barely spared him a glance of disdain before marching away. He knew he should feel relieved that he wasn’t held accountable for the night, but he couldn’t stop thinking of his father teaching him about gardening.

Flowers that had potential to survive were pruned and maintained. Lost causes were ripped out and left behind as mulch for the stronger buds.

Bilbo felt as close to mulch as a lone hobbit in a company of dwarves could be, he supposed. Not really having much of a purpose, he followed Gandalf and the others to the edge of the troll cave. He got maybe ten steps in before he was gagging and resisting the urge to retch right there at the entrance. He didn’t know how he could have endured so much in the disgusting habits of trolls and still not smelled the worst they had to offer. Perhaps, he wouldn’t follow them in. Not that anyone really noticed.

He turned to make a quick exit when his eyes stopped on a small brass box pressed into earth by what he would assume was a giant troll foot. If he hadn’t already been bent double, he doubted he would have seen it. It was probably nothing special, but the little carvings on it reminded him of his mother’s old puzzle box. His insatiable Tookish curiosity grabbed hold of him, and before he realized it he was digging the small prize out.

His fingers glided over the odd runes and sliding squares. He used the only corner of his coat not ruined to wipe the dirt away to allow the sliding pieces more room. There appeared to be twelve positions on the box and only eleven squares to move them in. Each square was marked, but he wasn’t sure as to the sequence in which they needed to be in order to open. His fingers swiped them up, over, down, over, over, up, fascinated by the odd toy.

#weekend wips #ask game #fight for a dragon's wish x twelve transformations #it wasn't...a perfect match but there ya go

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pedropascalssimp · 3 years

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Beauty and the beast

Darth maul x Fem Princess reader

|part 1|may possibly be a 2nd part.

Summary: when maul takes up a job that benefits the sith, he never expected the unimaginable to happen. But here the princess of the backwater planet is, falling for the monstrous Sith. Who's to say maul isn't quite infatuated with her as well?

Warnings: this takes place before the phantom menac! It probably sucks and I once again made up a planet to fit this little idea better! Slight, BRIEF angst. Fluff.

*Not my gif!*

The Sith watched in awe, lips slightly parted in bewilderment at how she flawlessly moved about the room. Floating like a feather among the palace.

Elegant, the first word to grace his mind as he watched the way she moved across the pristine marble floor. Her scarlet dress was made from the finest silk hugging her body perfectly, Gold trimming woven into the plunging neckline that exposed more of her chest to his golden eyes, the slight spicks of crimson like stares alight in the dark sky as he watches from the shadows. She was truly an angel that graced this planet, her beauty incomparable to anything other than the gorgeous creatures on Iego. her smile radiant, voice a melody that rolled off her tongue like molasses. He had only spotted her earlier into the day, but then he was afraid to stare for too long, afraid he'd get caught by the owners of this palace. Why would the king want a monster such as the sith lord gazing upon the princess?

Maul couldn't help but feel the way his hearts practically long to know if her skin were as soft as it looked beneath the chandeliers golden light, wanting to feel her soft ruby painted lips against his in the lightest of kisses. The appending desire to hold her growing into an intense unbearable need the longer he gazed at her while she spoke with people of her kingdom, the ballroom alive with joy and happiness.

This kingdom wasn't as popular as others, rather a backwater planet that the present kings father had built up from the muddy ground, restoring order among the green humid planet. Giving the world law and order like it desperately needed, peace restored to the people who once killed one another over prized possessions or food. The former king built this very palace and hustled enough to earn a wealthy amount of credits to buy the kingdom food, killing no more among this planet. But since this planet, Ethoria was so peaceful and strict on that fact, many people with bounty on their heads sought a secretary here, meaning many bounty hunters came by and broke the law.

So after finding out about a particular assassin, one highly trained to kill the bounty hunters. The present king began bargaining with an old friend, pledging his allegiance to the sith lord count Dooku and aiding him in whatever needs possible if he could just borrow the sith darth maul, the assassin in question. Like say if the king's people ever bear a force sensitive child, Dooku may train the child in the ways of the sith if desired. Of course Maul agreed to help, given the order to do so by his master Darth Sidious.

Maul thought this mission would be quite boring, waiting around all day for the bounty hunters to enter this system to do their killing. But after meeting the king in the throne room and laying eyes on the princess, a gorgeous woman who made even the brightest of stars seem dull. Maul began to rethink his opinion on this mission, it would indeed be intriguing. Especially after the king gave maul the privilege of sleeping in a spare room among the palace.

Her laugh, the angelic sound is what broke his thoughts. Snapped back into reality, Maul is surprised to see the beauty known as the princess stood before him. Her eyes glued to his as she smiles at him. The sight caused his hearts to beat more rapidly, quite literally taking his breath away with one simple look. It was then, he knew she had been trying to speak with him, only to have him gawking like an idiot.

Clearing his throat, Maul bows in courtesy. “Please forgive me princess, my mind seems to be elsewhere” he smiles at her, hands clasped in front of him as the hood of his black cloak covers the horns atop his head, but the golden hue of the ballrooms light shows a glimpse of the ones on his temple.

The princess only lets out a light chuckle, the sound embedding itself in Maul's memory. “No need to worry yourself. I only came by to offer you my company, you looked awful lonely standing over here in the shadows” she said, voice soft. Her eyes roaming his face with a look one could only describe as admiration. It surprised maul to receive such a look from the gorgeous princess.

“I prefer it that way” the words slip off his tongue with no thought to them, her sparkling vibrant Y/E/C eyes seem to deflate, gaze averted to the marble floor.

“Oh, then I'm sorry to have bothered you” she offered a smaller smile than before, but it still held a friendliness to it as the other more brighter smiles flashed his way.

Having realized his mistake, Maul leans forward in the flash of light and grabs her hand. Soft and delicate, a feeling he had never felt before. It sent shivers down his spine, heart swelling with an unfamiliar feeling as he caught her eyes, framed by dark lashes that fluttered in surprise by his haste to keep her in his company. Her lips had parted as she looked as if she wanted to speak, but no words fell from her mouth as goosebumps arose on her exposed skin. Maul knew that he wasn't the only one affected by the touch shared between him and her once he spotted the bumps on her flesh.

“I would like you to show me around the garden” he spoke almost shyly, afraid she'd recoil from his touch in disgust. Afraid of his menacing appearance as a Zabrak while she was a gorgeous human. But the princess seemed to be full of surprises as she smiled at him sweetly before nodding in agreement to his request.

“Of course, follow me then maul” the way his name rolled off her tongue makes his heart go wild, thumping against his ribcage as if begging to escape and have her take them away so they can beat for her and her alone.

And so he followed her, surprised she still held his gloved hand in her own, as she walked him through the palace and out into the crisp night air. Although the mornings on this planet could be humid and hot, the nights were cold. While the princess admired the night sky, gazing at the two moons in the sky accompanied by the stars and planet's hanging in the dark sky with wonder. Maul admired her with the same unfamiliar swelling in his hearts, like a flower blooming for the first time in spring, new to the sunshine that embraced it, surrounding it with warmth in the promise of happiness and life, protection.

Maul stood there like a newly bloomed flower as his sunshine stood beside him holding his hand talking about the stars and moons in the sky while he soaked in her radiance. Perhaps it was love coursing through his veins, embracing his hearts and soul. He knew he shouldn't fall victim to her beauty though, for it were liable he would only be broken once the feelings go unrequited. Why would she love him when her kingdom provides her other souls that can live peacefully while he practices the art of murder?

“What's on you're mind?” she spoke up, yet again breaking his thoughts and snapping him back into reality.

He only sighs and looks around at the garden, many exotic flowers reside in the garden, closed up due to the sun's absence. “It's better left unspoken, princess” he replied to her concern as they walked through the garden. A pond surrounded by stone walls in the middle of the garden cast under a blue hue by the moons above. The princess leads maul over to the pond and they sit on the stone wall keeping the water in.

“Please call me Y/N, there is no need for such formalities out here” she giggled while a burst of wind breezed by, her shiver not going unnoticed by maul.

Ever the gentleman, he takes his cloak off, sadly letting her hand go to do so, revealing his unshadowed face. Crimson skin adorned by inky black tattoos, patterns that make her heart beat quicker by the full view of his face now. Horns small that emerge from his head like a crown, golden eyes surprisingly soft as he offered her his cloak to keep warm. She takes it, slipping it on and wrapping it around herself. His warmth still on it, his scent almost dizzying as she feels her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you maul” she muttered as he offered her a little nod and smile. Nervous under her intense gaze as she admired him, how his crimson and obsidian skin glow beneath the duel moon's light. He was truly a magnificent sight in her eyes, a handsome soul incomparable to anyone else. “Not only a gentleman but a handsome one at that” she compliments him, face flushed.

The zabrak practically snaps his head toward her with a shocked expression. Had he heard her right? Or was his mind playing cruel tricks on him? But one look into her soft enchanting eyes, he saw the awestruck glint in them, how her admiration spills from her own being in waves, detected in the force.

“I think the cold has made you delusional princess -

“I thought we had established to call me by my name?”

“I mean Y/N, and as I was saying -

“Wasn't important because I already know it's nothing but a load of bantha fodder” she cut his words off yet again, already knowing he was about to degrade himself in some form.

“How do you know if you haven't heard what I have to say?” he inquired with an amused smirk, golden eyes sparkling with joy.

“one doesn't need the force to know when someone is about to say something incredibly stupid” she mused with a little shake of her head, her eyes drifting down to her hands folded in her lap. She missed the feeling of his hand in her own, something she didn't know he missed as well.

“Not even known me for an hour and yet you seem to read me well” he lets out a chuckle, “You are quite the character darling” he shakes his head with a fond smile dancing across his lips. His hearts growing attached to her already, despite having only known her for a short period of time.

The wind blew once more, causing fallen leaves to sweep across the garden floor in a swirling dance. Maul watched them but felt the ticklish feeling of one leaf land on his head, his horns keeping the browning thing there. Giggling at the sight, Y/N watches how maul simply gives her a playful glare until his lips tug up in a small grin.

“I'll get it for you, hold still” she slowly leans closer to his side, reaching a delicate hand up to remove the dying leaf from his head. Her fingers letting the leaf go as she kept her hand in place, awestruck by how soft his skin felt beneath her fingertips. Slowly she touched one of his horns as he watched her face display her adoring look, admiring his handsome features as her hand slowly trails down from his horn to press her palm against his cheek, lips parted as she gazed at him with love. The look overwhelming maul almost as he subconsciously leans into her soft touch. The low purr emitting from his chest fueling Y/N to continue, leaning her face closer to his, warm breath gracing his skin, the desire to feel her lips growing stronger as her eyes flutter closed and their noses brush against each other. Lips nearly touch, ghosting over another.

“M'lady Y/N! You're father has been - oh my! I'm sorry to -

Practically pulling away from her faster than a speeder, Maul stood up and glared at the young maid. She showed her fear brought on by his glare as she avoided his eyes. The princess looked disappointed, almost hurt by how he abandoned her side as if she were the most venomous creature in all the galaxy. He ignores her hurt expression and demands his cloak back, brushing off the shatter of his hearts, how they beg him to forget about the kriffing maid and fulfill the need to kiss the princess, to finish what was started. But he gives her one last look, hating how she avoids his eyes and focuses on the younger woman who interrupted the two in the first place.

“Goodnight princess, thank you for showing me around this lovely garden” he bowed and walked away not even awaiting her response. He felt like a fool for how he recoiled from her, how he demanded his cloak back and left in a hurry. But he knew that consequences would be dealt with for the princess if she were spotted kissing the sith assassin paid to rid her home planet of the cold blooded killers destroying the peace her grandfather and father fought hard to keep. Maul knew that he wasn't the right one for her, that he couldn't give in to temptation, it would only break not only his, but her heart as well once he leaves this planet.

But she couldn't help but feel a connection with the sith, her heart yearning to feel his skin again.

His heart yearning to feel her warm delicate touches. The connection he felt growing as he walked away from her, the sight of her eyes already plaguing his mind.

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