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heizouz · 9 months

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hi hi!! (i’m the same anon that requested your LOVELY thoma post 🤭)

ok i loved your childe post (and your scara post)… but imagine the two of them together………

imagine them both having their competitive sides come out as they wanna be so good and be your favourite, and they want all your attention…………… teehee

- (i might do some more requests in the future……. so i’m signing off as 🌱 anon)

nsfw sub!childe + sub!scaramouche + afab!reader, dumb puppy childe, good boy scara

i just want u to know u changed my life w this req bc the things i would do to have both of them at my feet …. anon ur a genius. this is probably a bit longer than what i usually write bc damn i had a lot to say… ++ you didn't specify gender so to make it easier for myself i had to settle with afab reader! im sorry if you would've preferred something else ☹️ also heed warning for faye's never ending saga of the reader calls childe puppy in everything she writes 😭

childe is loud when he wants your attention. he's all whiny tones, touchy hands, sly grins. scara is the opposite; glaring eyes, fidgety, body pressed closer than usual.

so you knew something was up when they were both clinging to you; childe's arms thrown around you, face buried in your neck with messy kisses and when you look over at scaramouche, his face is set hard, eyes piercing into childe's head whilst his fingers find yours to hold.

you'd rolled your eyes, pushing them away and telling them you'll get to them later and although childe had whined, they'd dragged themselves off, muttering and arguing at each other on their way out.

it wasn't long till they were back on you, though, their desperation oozing through their touches and presses of lips against your skin. it was almost as though they were fighting for your attention—scara climbing onto your lap when childe's kisses met your neck, childe grumbling when scara steals your attention with his tongue parting your lips. you could feel scaramouche's smirk against your mouth, and then childe's hands against your thighs and you knew the two of them were not going to stop till they were spent out and basking in your devoted attention.

that's how you ended up where you were now: childe's face stuffed between your parted legs, lapping and moaning against your drooling cunt, and scaramouche grinding against your hip, head buried in your neck as your fingers every so often tease his cock when they're not wrapped in childe's hair.

"god, you're—you're so messy." you breathe out, staring down at how childe seems to be needier than you are, bottom half of his face covered in your arousal. he meets your eyes—his pupils blown wide, pretty blue eyes practically glistening as you gently push your hips towards him more. childe just grins before he shuts his eyes, moaning obscenely against you.

your hips stutter at the vibrations, soft moans falling from your lips and at the noise, scara involuntarily presses his cock harder into your side. you chuckle lightly, slightly breathless and you turn your head to the boy. he refuses to look at you but you can see the way his dark eyebrows are furrowed, his fingers digging into his upper thigh to ground himself.

"do you want help, pretty boy?" you quietly ask, fingers brushing through his bangs. scaramouche nods, hesitantly, as if he was embarrassed at how desperate he was being.

you hum before your soft fingers grip scara's hair and tug his face from your neck. the boy gasps, eyes widening when he meets yours and you smile sweetly. "you need to say it if you really mean it, baby."

scaramouche pants quietly, eyes lidded as he stares at you, face void of any noticeable emotion but his eyes are gleaming with want.

"please." he whispers, almost as if he's out of breath and it's so pretty to hear him beg.

scaramouche's needy sounds attracts a once focused childe and he cracks his eyes open, latching onto the sight of scara fucking into your fist as your free hand runs over his arms and chest. his own chest flares with want, and an involuntary loud whine rips from his throat, pulling off from your heat to furrow his brows at you.

you oblige almost immediately, letting go of his hair to let him hide his face again as much as you'd love to see his pretty expressions. your hand falls between your bodies, slim fingers wrapping around his leaking cock. his moans are muffled against your shoulder, but the needed friction against his cock increases the volume and they're so loud and clear in your ear.

the noise grabs your attention and you can't help but curse at the state of him so stupidly in need of your constant attentiveness.

"you're so dumb," you groan, hand fisting tight into childe's orange hair, pulling his head back so his needy glassy eyes stare back at you, "my dumb pup."

childe moans at the pet name, eyes still fixed on you, fingers digging into your thighs. he's being patient, waiting for you to let him indulge in you now he's got you to notice him, so eager to please but you just keep him there for a second—fingers tight in his hair, his bright blue eyes lidded and needy, your arousal dripping from his pretty parted lips. he's such a beautiful sight.

"he does look dumb." scara announces when he lifts his head from your neck, tone monotonous but you can hear the breathlessness of awe dripping from his voice. childe whimpers, gaze flickering to scaramouche, to how he cants his hips slowly into your hand and childe's eyebrows cinch, his own hips pushing into the bed desperately at all the attention.

you can tell he's losing—his head emptying and wanting nothing but to please and to be pleased. you card your fingers softly through his hair (he leans into the touch, head dropping into your palm like a needy dog) and pout, which turns into a slight grin as he just seems to be so at ease under your touch. "keep going, pretty thing."

childe obliges in delight, eyes flickering up to watch your expression when he kisses over your clit—you push your fingers through his bangs, moving them to glance lovingly down at the boy as he takes orders from you so well.

it's so much, trying to split your attention on to the both of them, as one whines louder than the other once your gaze drops to someone else. but you adore it; adore the way they both seem to need you so bad, how they can only focus on you.

scara is whimpering, whining into the pillow, face buried between your arm and the cushion. he can't face you, but he reaches out to wrap his fingers around your forearm to ground himself as he pushes his cock in and out of your fist. you know he's close because his grip is almost cutting off the blood circulation in your arm. you help him; fist tightening around his cock, flicking your wrist along the length of it, pressing your lips close to his ear to whisper, "let go for me, baby."

and he does at your command. scaramouche moans, loud and pretty, nails digging into the skin of your arm when he finishes into your fist. he bucks his hips, tears building up behind his tightly closed eyes, face pressed into the white pillow beneath him. he sounds so pretty, low and whiny, slightly muffled and gasping as his movement slow.

you refuse to let up though, stroking him through his high and scara whimpers as his sensitive tip hits your palm. "c-can't-" scara mumbles, shaking his head and he lifts it slightly to blink up at you to show his teary eyes.

"no, you can do one more. you wanted this, didn't you babyboy?" you muse, tilting your head to keep eye contact with him when the boy tries to look away. scaramouche doesn't answer—eyebrows scrunched, embarrassed at the pet name—but quiet pants fall from his lips, a whimper bleeding into the gasps when you squeeze his sensitive cock.

"you just wanted my attention, right? well, now i'm giving you it, so just one more for me, hm?"

scara sighs and shoves his face back into your forearm, hesitantly nodding because you're right.

"that's a good boy."

childe's eyes narrow, glaring daggers at scaramouche's writhing body and the praises falling from your lips, chest swirling with both want and annoyance at the attention scara is getting. you're still moaning, pretty and quiet, your eyes still flickering to childe taking care of your cunt but it's not enough. he flares, wrapping his arms further around your thighs to trap them with a short growl; running his tongue along your dripping slit before dropping lower and teasing your hole.

"fuck! god that's—good boy, puppy." the motion gets you to notice him immediately. your back arches, head tipping back and free hand going to grab childe's hair and the boy almost grins against your pussy, nails digging into the skin of your thighs when he does it again.

"shit—you're—" you cut yourself off when your eyes slightly roll back, moans dropping from your lips at how childe practically devours your cunt. he hums knowingly, cockily, slick noises filling the room as he laps at you, letting you slightly push yourself closer to his face as your grip on his hair keeps him in place.

your other hand halts for a second around scaramouche's cock, arms feeling slightly weak and it forces the boy to seek his own pleasure. scara whimpers, pushing his hips hard against your hand, parted lips panting hotly against your neck until your hand disappears completely and he almost bursts into tears.

"n-no! please-" scara bucks into the air, trying to force your hand back down but you hush him. "patience, baby." your voice is breathless, eyes still glued to childe who doesn't let up against your heat. scara whines lightly but he's obedient, humping against your side when you let him.

you're so close, body hot and shaky but when you feel your stomach coiling, you rip childe off your glistening cunt despite how much you wanted to ride his pretty face. the boy pulls away with a gasp, big eyes blinking so pretty and perfect.

"c'mere, pup." you gasp, dark eyes fixing on childe's glittering blue ones. your index finger catches under childe's chin, motioning him up to your face and he obliges instantly. he crawls above you, trapping your frame under his, leaning down to crash his lips against yours. your hand reaches for his jaw, holding him, guiding him to show you're still in charge despite how he's on top.

"you gonna fuck me, hm? gonna make me cum all over your cock?" you whisper against his lips, your tone teasing, and he drops his head when you let go of his face.

"hah—please." childe pants into your neck, head nodding dumbly, gliding his cock over your stomach. you can feel scaramouche twitch at your words, pressing his cock against your side with a quiet whimper. they're both grinding against you, no longer fighting for your attention, just desperate for you to help them cum.

your hand finds scara's dripping cock again, ripping a choked cry from the boy, tugging at him at a relentless pace that knocks whimper after whimper out of him. your other hand reaches for childe's hair to make him look at you, "be a good boy and fuck me then."

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rztaros · 3 months

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: love 2 hate me

synopsis. oh, how you hated the ares’ daughter so bad, you wish you could never see her again. though, it seems as you encounter her more and more, you begin to see her in a different light. pairing. clarisse la rue x hades daughter!reader genre. fluff wc. 4k+ in queue. bags by clairo, hydrangea love by tomorrow x together, but not kiss by faye webster, && snooze by sza . . . 💿 notes. 💬 lowercase intended, maybeee ooc clarisse idk, and reader is close friends w percy

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there are around 170,000 words in the english language, yet you were unable to string any of them together to express how much you wished you could never see clarisse la rue ever again. you wished you could just hit her with a chair, and hopefully splitting her head open. there was never once a moment where she was not difficult.

everything clarisse could do, you could do better—well, that was what you thought at least.

of course, you despised her, and she despised you.

clarisse, most of the time, enjoyed the competition and the rush she received whenever you and her were contended against each other. she even liked the look on your face every time you lost to her and the pride that'd engulf her.

that unbearable grin, along with her vicious, boisterous laugh she'd hold every time you lost to her. often, your facial expression garnered a snicker from her, one that replayed over and over again in your poor head.

there was barely a chance you'd ever have to work with clarisse, let alone have to talk to her, you thought. however, you were proven wrong, very wrong.

"can you stop speakin' just for one minute? you're giving me a headache, gosh," you'd groan, gradually losing focus on the primary task. rolling your eyes, you'd shoot a sharp glare at the ares' daughter, your face not indicating any kind of amusement.

she'd scoff, taking a step closer to you, her eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips. her gaze, piercing and intense as ever, bored into yours. it was as if her gaze was a magnetic force, luring you in.

for a moment, it'd seem you'd see clarisse in a different light. as much as you hated to admit it, she was attractive. her eyes held a devilish stare that you could get lost in.

clarisse seemed like some sort of corrupted angel, almost supernaturally beautiful, and she was unnervingly unforgettable.

the task you were once immersed in, was now long forgotten as you'd roll your eyes once again. cursing her over and over again inside your head, you'd try to bring your attention back to the task. who knew you would be paired up with clarisse, the absolute bane of your existence?

"you don't have to pretend you hate me so much, sweetheart," clarisse drawled, her eyes just as stunning as she was, "c'mon, just admit it," a sharp, vicious chuckle escaped her. what irked you most wasn't clarisse herself, no—it was her knowledge of you. it was like she knew you were never one to back down from a challenge, more so, if it meant you'd beat clarisse la rue.

clarisse, who you have barely ever started a "regular," friendly conversation with, somehow managed to wring out every drop of patience inside you. "gods, you're just as weak as i thought you were, y/n," she'd tease, flashing a faint, sleazy grin at you, and in contrast to her grin, you'd scowl at her gestures.

sighing, you'd try to avoid clarisse's actions, your eyes flickering to the fields, far from the two of you. as you looked out afar, noticing a figure who seemed to be a guy, clarisse would speak up, snapping you out of your trance, "stop lookin' at that guy, and pay attention, jeez," she'd murmur. her voice was distinct from the rest of the times she spoke to you—she sounded vulnerable, weak even.

"what, you jealous, la rue?" you'd retaliate, now having that same grin clarisse once wore. you'd snicker, clearly amused by the girl's gestures.

you'd notice clarisse's eyes widen, just for a small moment, as if she had something to hide. she'd quickly become defensive, snickering, "what would i even be jealous of? the amount of times you've lost to me? yeah, for sure," clarisse would argue.

just nodding at her defensiveness, you'd dismiss the situation—maybe you were just reading into things too much. though, her shift in demeanor was drastic. nonetheless, you'd just ignore it.

there was an unexplainable feeling clarisse experienced as she stared at your figure, her gaze deep. as much as she thought you were infuriating, you were irresistible, even for her. she knew as much as you were different from the rest—never backing down from a challenge when it involved her— she won't think about you at all, she wouldn't allow herself too.

as you two trailed down the fields, you'd pull clarisse to a spot crowded with flowers. "get me a few flowers," you'd murmur blandly, crouching down to admire the rows of hydrangeas. your eye would glisten at the sight of the prosperous, radiant petals.

clarisse scoffed at your demanding tone, "flowers?" she questions, eyebrows furrowed and knitted together. "never thought you out of all people liked flowers."

the nerve of this girl, you thought, your face morphing into one of judgement, "what do you even know about me, la rue?" you'd tut, watching the ends of clarisse's mouth quirking up, forming a gleaming grin—one you wish you could just get rid of and never see again.

her gaze would fixate on the flowers, and, she'd huff, begrudgingly crouching down besides you. her face was excruciatingly close to yours, inching closer by the second. her sinfully intoxicating aura encases you, "calm down, jeez, sweetheart," the nickname rolled off of her tongue smoothly.

your palms push against her chest, eyes darting everywhere but clarisse's unbearable grin, "just get me the damn flowers," you'd mutter, stepping back as you realized the proximity between you two. she'd chuckle softly at your embarrassed state, shifting her focus back to the flowers.

as you observed them silently, so did clarisse, her gaze never leaving the hydrangeas. clarisse would bring her hands to a selection of hydrangeas that were about to bloom, and trying to be as tender as she could, she'd pluck them.

clarisse would shove the flowers into your arms, rolling her eyes, "happy now?" she'd question as she looked in your eyes for any signs of content—not that she wanted your validation in the first place.

you'd let out a giggle, beaming an animated smile, gazing at the hydrangeas adoringly, "very much so."

"you ever gonna pay me back?" clarisse would question, wiping the dirt off of her hands, and stuffing them into her pockets.

there it was again, a moment where clarisse was somehow unable to shut up.

"already askin' me on a second date? how romantic, la rue," you'd bite back, rolling your eyes.

clarisse would swivel her body towards yours, "oh, don't be so conceited," she'd remark. you'd mumble a curse under your breath, getting up from the ground, and quickening your step.

as soon as you were out of view from the ares' daughter, the expression on your face loosens, now holding a smile you fought back when you were with clarisse. how could clarisse, out of all people, make you smile and feel as if a weight shifted off of your chest?

that awfully interesting girl sure made your heart tremble at just the thought of her.

"next week, same time," clarisse would shout from afar at your disappearing figure, a wide grin plastered on her face. it felt like a whole new sensation for her; to want to see you again, and even more, even though you've just left.

while at the dinner pavilion, you'd converse with percy, dissolving into giggles and laughter. you'd take a bite out of your meal every once in a while, too immersed in percy's stories.

whenever you hung out with percy, it felt like a breeze; you two were able to connect with each other, and understand each other while both being forbidden children. he acted like a little brother to you, and you didn't mind at all.

afar, a not-so-exhiliterated girl stared into the oblivion, her jaw clenched—that girl was clarisse, of course. just the sight of you and percy together made her mouth run dry.

leaning against a pillar, clarisse would roll her eyes at the two of you. she wished she wouldn't have to listen to you and percy laughing loudly. clarisse would cross her arms, a few of her siblings besides her chatting about who-knows-what.

there was no way you were laughing at percy's jokes, clarisse thought. she didn't think he was that funny, so why were you practically hyperventilating as you laughed at his jokes?

soon, one of her siblings would notice, "what's got you so upset? you can't even stand y/n, let alone talk to her."

"because they're so fuckin' loud—she was laughing so loudly, i mean what could he have said that made her clutch her sides like that!" clarisse would blurt out, her eyes narrowing as she'd try to catch a better glimpse of you and percy.

as you got up, going to get a refill of water, you'd pass by a solemn, stoic clarisse. she'd stare at you in silence, almost as if the world only revolved around the two of you. her eyes were hooded, scanning your facial expression for any indications.

just as you were about to round the corner, the daughter of ares' would obstruct the pathway, her arms crossed and her thumbs pointing upward.

"get out of my way, la rue," you'd mutter, sending a glare at clarisse.

a chuckle would escape from clarisse, as if everything was a game to her. "calm down, pretty girl, no need to be so cruel," she'd remark, her grin wide.

you'd stare at clarisse for a moment before looking away, pressing your lips together. "don't bullshit with me, clarisse," you'd retort, your tone as sharp as ever.

clarisse's eyes were etched on your lips, a broad, lingering smile on her face. "relax, i was just gonna ask if you're still up for this week." she'd chuckle, noticing your tense demeanor. "i would've already told you if i wasn't going, so move out of my way," you'd grumble, rolling your eyes at clarisse's infuriating gestures. it was like clarisse was always besides you in some way, annoying you just for the fun of it.

with clarisse's eyes sparking with amusement and the corners of her mouth curling upward, she'd glide effortlessly out of your way but not before patting your shoulder, squeezing it just a bit.

by far, clarisse was one of the most aggravating person you knew.

"sooo… what are you doin'?" clarisse's irritating, yet captivating voice rang through your ears. your eyes would follow her as she'd plop herself smugly besides you on the bench.

your gaze would be fixed upon the lake, barely noticing clarisse besides you despite the warmth you felt while besides the girl. as you spoke up, it was barely audible, "just lookin' at the lake, la rue." as much as you wanted to scoff at clarisse currently, you couldn't.

she'd nod, her eyes accompanied with a warm and understanding gaze—one you were stunned by. nevertheless, you'd flash an awkward, crooked smile at the girl. the silence between the two of you was new. usually, either you or clarisse would start up banter, arguing with each other left and right, no matter what; it was like your guys' dynamic.

clarisse would inch closer to you, making you hyper aware of every little movement she made. the closer she was to you, the more it was difficult for you to conceal your nervousness.

how could you be this nervous with a girl you're supposed to despise? it made no sense for you to be nervous, as you did despise clarisse, but there was something that always lured you back to the daughter of ares'—something unexplainable.

you could almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when clarisse turned her head, meeting your gaze. her eyes locked onto yours, and her focus shifted.

her eyes would subtly trace contours of your lips with an unspoken curiosity. the proximity between the two of you created a magnetic pull, drawing the both of you in.

the faint hovering of her fingers on your knuckles only caused you to shift in your seat. knowing if you leaned forward, you two would be entangled in each other, so you'd try your best to refrain from doing so. your mouth ran dry just from the sight of clarisse this close up.

as soon as you heard a scream from afar, you'd snap out of your trance, your hands flapping up to push clarisse gently enough to make sure it didn't look like you two were entangled with each other.

it'd take you a few minutes to settle down, as your breath was heavy. you'd ignore the way clarisse would complain about being shoved "harshly" for no apparent reason, despite the fact you were gentle with her.

you'd frantically mumble an incoherent excuse, suddenly getting up, and sprinting away from the girl, leaving clarisse with a dumbfounded expression. as soon as you reached your cabin, you'd plop onto your bed, rubbing your temples.

as you sank into the mattress, your mind would instantly be swarmed with thoughts about clarisse and the previous encounter. you'd grunt, wishing you weren't like this—wishing you didn't have to think about the frustrating, yet glorious girl.

with a distant gaze, you'd stare at the ceiling, lost in contemplation with a subtle smile on your lips. a soft sigh escaped from you, and you'd glance over at the hydrangeas, the very same ones clarisse handed you.

as your eyelids grew heavy, the quietness of the night enveloped you. the tension in your body gradually melted away, as the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest signaled your peaceful slumber.

the next few days pass, and you couldn't help but feel pity for clarisse. every time you'd look her way, it'd seem as if she was sulking. as much as you wanted to tease her, you just couldn't bring yourself to.

inevitably, you'd just avoid clarisse, trying to give her space. and as you avoided her, the curly-haired girl avoided you as well.

today was no difference. you'd be training with percy, reveling in the jokes the boy would crack up in between breaths.

sure, you enjoyed his company, especially on days like these, but nothing could fill in the clarisse-shaped hole in your heart. nevertheless, you'd feel somewhat a weight shift off your chest as you practiced with percy.

once the two of you were breathing heavily, hyperventilating, and barely able to move, you both would lay on the ground, paying no attention to the sounds of swords clashing from afar.

as you looked around the crowd of campers, only one camper caught your eye, and it was clarisse, of course.

clarisse was a sight—even when she was fuming, she was drop-dead gorgeous. from her dark eyes to her brawny form, her beauty emitted resilience and allure.

no matter what facial expression she wore, it'd seem as if you were drawn to all her features. you’d say her beauty and determination was what left an inevitable impression on you, but you knew there was much more than that; after all, clarisse was practically the girl of your dreams, but you couldn’t admit that—not when you both held the relationship of supposedly hating each other.

staring into the oblivion, your eyes were practically beaming with infatuation for the daughter of ares'. percy would nudge you playfully, snapping you out of reality, as he spoke up, "y'know, you could just talk to her, right? i mean, i know she's not the best person to be around, but i'm sure you'll be alright," his tone as optimistic as ever.

you'd scoff, "what would i even say?"

in response, percy would just shrug, "go with the flow or something." and with a huff, you'd take percy's suggestion, heading on over to where clarisse and her siblings practiced at.

you'd stuff your hands into the pockets of your jacket, slowly taking steps to clarisse's direction. each step carried reluctancy, and you'd glance at the ground, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze.

approaching clarisse, her back would be turnt towards you, and just like anyone who had a death wish, you'd tap on her shoulder lightly. she'd snap her head to you, her breath ragged.

"what do you want?" clarisse would mutter, her voice not as dry as she wished it were. rather than it coming out as a demand, it'd come out as a vulnerable mumble—one clarisse wished she could dispose of herself.

you'd take a step back from the curly-haired girl, giving her some space. "just… wanted to talk," you'd mumble as you watched clarisse's face contort into a faint smile. though, as she realized she was smiling, she'd immediately wear a dull, stoic expression.

"then talk," the daughter of ares' grumbled, her arms crossed against her chest.

"just… wanted to say sorry for the other day, clarisse." you'd mumble, glancing at the ground, as you waited for clarisse to speak up, or at least nod, she'd look at you, her expression dumbfounded.

clarisse would raise an eyebrow, as if she was suspicious you were playing a cruel trick on her, "you're really apologizing to me?"

"what else does it look like, la rue?” you'd mumble, rubbing your temples. even when you felt sympathy for the girl, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at her skepticism.

as much as clarisse wanted to be mad at you, wanting to just shove you out of the way, just like how she did with percy, she just couldn't. it was like everything was different with you; everything with you was like a breeze, even if she constantly teased you.

"so you really are apologizing to me," clarisse would inch closer to you, her lips tightening into a thin, unwavering line. her gaze would bore down, almost as if to challenge you.

for a few seconds, all you could hear was the deafening, unbearable silence that followed.

"i guess i forgive you," clarisse would mutter nonchalantly, though her attempt to be nonchalant was shattered by the subtle grin she held and the twinkle in her eyes.

glancing up at clarisse, your eyes would widen in sheer disbelief. clarisse, the same one who was short-tempered, forgave you and didn't hold a grudge against you. speechless, all you could do was close the distance between the two of you, pulling clarisse into a heartfelt embrace.

with warmth radiating off the embrace, clarisse would huff, wrapping her arms around your waist. her gaze would soften at the sight of you burying your head against her chest, almost as if you were eager to hug the curly-haired girl.

breaking the silence, clarisse would speak up, "never thought i'd be huggin' you," she'd chuckle. you'd roll your eyes, grumbling against her chest, "never thought so either."

despite clarisse knowing she should let you go, she doesn't; instead, she holds you tighter by the waist, as if you were gonna escape out of her grasp. she savors the moment, uncertain whether or not you two would return to the bickering the next day.

lifting your head up, you'd notice the way clarisse's eyes glimmered with warmth and compassion. gradually, you two would let go of each other. clarisse would rub your sides, her touch tender-like. your cheeks would heat up at her warm touch, and you'd beam a gentle smile at her.

the fact you were meant to hate the curly-haired girl was long forgotten, and now, all you could think about was how tender she was towards you.

realizing evening was soon approaching, clarisse would whisper, "it's getting late. maybe i could walk you back to your cabin, y'know—just for safety."

you'd raise an eyebrow at the girl wanting to walk you back for "safety," knowing she just wanted to walk with you to talk to you more. however, you'd nod, a quiet chuckle escaping your throat.

clarisse would flash a sly smile at you as the two of you walked side by side together. as the both of you were met by the door of your cabin, you'd plant a chaste, quick kiss onto clarisse's cheek. you'd enter your cabin, leaving the daughter of ares' flustered, yet love-struck.

as the sunlight filtered through your windows, you'd wake up with a groan, groggily sitting up. by the time you were barely awake, your ears would ring at the sound of knocking against your window. you'd groan again, wishing you could have a moment of silence till you saw clarisse through your window.

from your view, all you could see was clarisse clutching something you couldn't depict in her arms. as you'd slide your window open, you'd be greeted by the daughter of ares standing firmly in front of you. you'd groan, rubbing your throbbing head. even tired, you couldn't help but giggle at the sleazy grin clarisse wore.

as you scanned clarisse's figure, your gaze would be on the bouquet of flowers the girl held in her arms. "had good dreams, pretty girl?" clarisse drawled, as she climbed into your bed. noticing your sleepy figure, she'd ruffle your hair.

you'd nudge clarisse's shoulder playfully, grabbing the arrangement of flowers from her. as you admired the different kinds of flowers wrapped, clarisse would await your reaction; she was unsure if you loved them, or if you were disgusted. the daughter of ares' hoped it was the former, her eyes scanning your facial expression.

you'd release the bouquet of flowers, and suddenly wrapping your arms around the curly-haired girl's neck, the distance between the two of you barely an inch. "never thought you'd be the type to give flowers," you'd whisper, a throaty chuckle escaping from you.

clarisse would push forward, pulling you in closer. your noses were now touching, and all you could think about was clarisse's beauty. her fingers would caress your waist, rubbing your sides.

as you close the gap between her lips and yours, pure ecstasy ran through clarisse's veins. your lips would be smooth, falling apart at the brush of clarisse' lips, welcoming her as her fingers grasped your hips. it's like heaven on earth, and clarisse wished she could have you by her side every second of the day. she wished only she could have the privilege to kiss you whenever she wanted.

clarisse never expected the two of you to be together, and she doesn't even know how it happened. she never expected this to be more than what she thought it was—merely a game, and a way to bother you every day, but here she was, barely able to keep her hands off of you.

pulling away, you'd feel clarisse's hot breath hitting your lips. the daughter of ares would cock her head to the side, her lips slightly downward as she groaned, "c'mon, sweetheart, just another kiss."

you'd roll your eyes before planting a kiss onto clarisse's cheek. giggling at her antics, you'd mumble against her neck, "so, is it safe to say you're my girlfriend now?"

a low, throaty chuckle escaped clarisse's lips, carrying a hint of amusement. her laughter would leave you confused. to you, her chuckle was a soft melody. "you're really gonna ask me that after we've just kissed?" clarisse would raise an eyebrow.

"shut up," you'd lament, your palms placed flat against her chest. her eyes were etched on your lips, as she suppressed a cocky grin at the way your eyes dimmed at the sight of her façade.

clarisse pulled you closer again, giving you nothing but teasing glances for you to initiate the kiss. indulging in the curly-haired girl's antics, you'd softly press a kiss onto her lips. "can't believe you're this clingy," you'd tease, flashing a grin at the girl. again and again, you'd press kisses onto her lips, and each time, clarisse would savor the moment.

you couldn't help but let out soft giggles at the simple, utterly ironic thought of the daughter of ares tempting you like a sinner but treating you like an angel.

the effect she had on you was everlasting, just like how it was when you two first met. and to be able to kiss you whenever, was a dream clarisse finally fulfilled.

tell the truth, i look better under you

i can't lose when i'm with you

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue fluff #dior goodjohn #pjo tv show #pjo series

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guccifrog · 4 months

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°˖✧THE BAKERY GIRL✧˖°

ᵐᵃᵗᵗ ˢᵗᵘʳⁿⁱᵒˡᵒ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : ⁿᵒⁿᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

summary : in which reader has a crush on one of her ususal customers and he finally makes a move

ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ ᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵖʸ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ // ⁱ'ˡˡ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ

Kingston

Faye webster ♥︎

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻

⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

ִ✮🍰୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆🍰✮

The sun had barely begun its drop into the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, when you stepped outside the bakery for a quick cigarette break. You were a student at the local art school, working part-time at the bakery to make ends meet.

As you lit up your cigarette, you closed your eyes and took a deep drag, feeling the warmth of the smoke fill your lungs. You exhaled slowly, watching the gray tendrils of smoke mix with the vibrant colors of the sunset.

It was on one of these evenings that you noticed him.

His name was Matt, a rich college student who seemed to have it all, He would come to the bakery every Monday and Friday and sometimes on weekends, always at this time, to buy something.

At first, you assumed it was for his girlfriend, as he would always buy something pink and frilly, but as the days went by, you couldn't help but wonder why he always seemed to choose this bakery, and why he always came at this exact time.

One night, as you were wiping down the counter, you glanced up and caught him looking at you. His eyes were low, almost piercing, and for a moment, you felt as though you could feel his gaze on your skin. And you quickly averted your eyes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. From that moment on, you found yourself becoming more aware of him, his presence, and the way he made you feel.

As the days went by, you couldn't help but wonder what he was really doing here almost every evening. Was he seeing someone else? Was he married? These questions filled your mind, and you found yourself fantasizing about him late at night, his face engraved into your memory. You began to look forward to his visits, even if it was just for a moment of a stolen glance or a simple 'hey, how are you doing today?'

You took one last drag from your cigarette, throwing it under your shoe before turning back toward the bakery.

As you stepped through the doorway, you felt a flutter in your stomach as you caught sight of none other than Matt himself, standing at the counter, chatting with the cashier. His eyes met yours, and for a split second, you felt like the entire world had vanished, leaving just the two of you.

"Hello," he said, his voice quiet and smooth, as he waved you over to the counter. You couldn't help but smile shyly in response, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks. "I'm sorry if I've been a bit…distracting, coming here almost every night. I just can't seem to stop thinking about this place, and the desserts you make." His gaze lingered on you for a moment, and As you stood there, a sudden sensation swirled in the pit of your stomach.

It was as if a thousand butterflies had suddenly taken flight within you, their wings beating in perfect unison.

'I know ' is what you wanted to say, but that just sounds creepy. Instead, you smiled and said, "It's alright, really. I'm glad you like the desserts." His smile widened, revealing a dimple on his cheek.

You spent the rest of your shift talking with Matt, finding yourself lost in conversation as the hours slipped by. You learned that he was majoring in business, but had always had a passion for writing and art, much like yourself.

As the bakery began to close for the night, you found yourselves outside, the cool air of the evening surrounding you. "I know that we don't know each other that well but…do you…do you want to get something to eat?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

You felt a rush run through you at his invitation. "I'd like that," you replied, trying to sound casual, but not quite managing it.

You followed him to a small, cozy restaurant a few blocks away. The lights were dim, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The waiter led you to a booth in the back, and as you slid in beside Matt, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you.

As you scanned the menu, Matt leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. "What would you like to eat?" he asked, his voice low.

Your heart raced at his closeness, and you had to remind yourself to breathe as you answered, "I'll have the salmon if it's okay." He nodded, still watching you closely, before looking back at the menu. "I'll have the same," he murmured, before handing the menu back to the waiter.

As you waited for your food, you couldn't help but study Matt's face. He was even more handsome up close, with his dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He caught you staring and smiled shyly, his dimple appearing again. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized you'd been caught, but you didn't mind. "Nothing important," you replied with a small laugh. "Just enjoying the moment."

The food arrived, and you both dug in, savoring the flavors. Conversation flowed easily between you, touching on everything from your favorite books and movies to your dreams and goals. You found yourself lost in his gaze, forgetting about the world around you as the hours ticked by.

And as the evening wore on, you grew bolder, leaning in closer to him, laughing at his jokes, and getting a little touchy. He seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed his.

The waiter brought over the check, and Matt reached for his wallet, but you quickly placed your hand on top of his. "I've got it," you insisted, smiling at him. He looked at you for a moment like you grew a third eye "Well that's crazy," he said before quickly grabbing your hand and handing the waiter the check. "But thank you for offering." He smiled and you were too distracted by the fact that he was still holding your hand to even complain.

After dinner, you both decided to walk off some of your meal. The air was cool and crisp, the stars shining bright overhead. Matt looped his arm through yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. "Where to?" he asked, his voice playful. You glanced around, taking in your surroundings. There was a small park just a block over, and it seemed like a nice, quiet place. "How about the park?" you suggested, already beginning to lead him in that direction.

As you walked, you felt as if you were floating, unaware of anything except the moment you were sharing with this guy that you've been fantasizing about for god knows how long.

The park was beautiful, with well-manicured yards and all different types of flowers. You found yourselves sitting on a bench, gazing out at the fountain, the water dancing and sparkling in the glow of the moonlight.

You couldn't remember the last time you had felt this comfortable and at ease with someone.

The silence between you wasn't awkward, but instead felt natural, like you didn't need words to communicate.

After several moments of companionable silence, he offered to walk you home since it was getting late. You smiled and agreed, you both walked hand in hand back to your neighborhood.

And as you neared your house, you felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. You weren't sure if you wanted this to end, it all felt like a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face him, wanting to say something but not quite sure what. He must have sensed this too, because he leaned in and gently brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. His touch sent a shiver down your spine. "I had a really good time tonight," he murmured, his eyes searching yours for the same honesty. You smiled softly up at him and nodded. "Me too."

You were feeling extra bold, so you got on your tiptoes and leaned in, giving him a small peck on the cheek. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, but then he closed them and leaned into your touch.

"Well," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "thank you again for dinner." He smiled "Goodnight Matt," you said before turning the key in the lock and disappearing inside. You couldn't help but glance back out the window, watching as he walked away.

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simpuritysims · 3 months

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This story progression update is basically oops! All careers! As a result of the careers module finally firing and reorganising all the jobs in town.

The most interesting choices here include putting Nichole in the same job as Adrian, which will surely end well, and, uh...

Ella I love you but you do not have the qualifications to be your mom and dad's BOSS.

#the pierce legacy #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #generation 4 #story progression updates #generation 3's spares kids #generation 2's spares' kids #caitlyn pierce #carol pierce #noel pierce #andras pierce #astro nien #warren pierce #faye pierce #nichole pierce #ella pierce

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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The Thomas Crown Affair (1999) (currently on Tubi) is one of the only movies that actually feels like a romance novel.

--Rene Russo and Pierce Brosnan at their peak late 90s, "you're bi, actually" hotness

--Rene Russo is a grown-ass woman who's totally age appropriate for Pierce and has a ridiculous job "insurance investigator" like sure but you're investigating art crime so

--Pierce is a billionaire; I don't know how he did that; he steals incredibly famous masterpieces for fun and because he's bored, as we learn through his Faye Dunaway therapy sessions

--he genuinely just likes her from the jump, she likes him from the jump, they understandably wanna fuck hard, so even though she's investigating him for art crime and he knows this, they do, after a dance in which Rene Russo wears one of the greatest movie dresses ever, a completely sheer black gown that drapes over her body better than any dress ever, probably

--and they do a ridiculous dance in public and he goes "do you wanna dance or do you wanna DANCE" and they have what looks to be actually fun sex all over his fancy house, including the stairs, and there is much frolicking

--he also takes her to an island and they sail, I don't know how Rene is doing her job, does it matter, this is a Harlequin Presents x Blaze in that it has the billionaire jetsetting aspects of a Presents and the sex and insanity of a Blaze

--they spend what feels like half the movie naked, at one point they're just talking comfortably about his blatant crimes while he likes naked on his stomach and Rene Russo lies on his back, intimacy like this does not exist in cinema anymore

--Rene Russo looks completely glorious throughout this movie; Piece is full Pierce; it is everything

--there is so much CASUAL AFFECTION we live in a cold DEAD society today

#the thomas crown affair #romance novel blogging #sorta

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spike-and-faye · 3 months

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Important and Correct Headcanons:

Spike has an Rx for Space Prozac but he never remembers to fill it. (This is actually a good thing bc you're not supposed to drink with anti-depressants.) Jet was prescribed antidepressants too but has some weird moral hang up on using them.

Faye could've prevented 9/11 because I fully believe she coulda snuck a gun onto a plane and wrested control from the terrorists. However upon seizing control of the cockpit she'd immediately crash into the island from Lost

Jet installed a bidet toilet seat on the head on the Bebop. His masculinity isn't threatened by having a spotless ass hole.

Spike is forklift certified

Faye had an IUD in during the accident and incidentally has had it in for 50+ years now

Ed stays the age 13 forever because of some weird future space tech.

Ein is Whitney's biological dog son who he abandoned. Kind of a Nina from FMA situation.

Andy has had full laser hair removal of his pubes, including his nads.

Julia has pierced nips

#Please add more I'm srsly dying to hear yalls headcanons #cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #faye valentine #jet black #ein #radical edward #edward wong hau pepelu tivrusky iv #whitney haggis matsumoto

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clairellie · 2 months

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welcomeee !!

about me : 19 yrs old , lesbian , i love root beer , abby anderson is my wife. I love art, music and writing, mainly music though because I wanna become a singer or guitar player ! laufey , faye webster, mitski , pierce the veil , sleeping with sirens are my top 5 (not in order)

who do i write for ?? - abby, ellie, dina, and just anyone else that comes to mind. i wont write for men or from a male readers perspective bc i just dont feel comfortable with that + im gay asf.

links sort of : masterlist , taglist , info , ways to help palestine.

#abby anderson the last of us 2 #wlw #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby y/n #abby x you #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x reader #ellie the last of us #abby the last of us #the last of us #lesbian

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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impossible to reach • heimdall, plot.

[masterlist] • next

― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse?

― wc: 1.4k

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: events takes place before atreus visit asgard for the first time [but he will visit it because of keeping up with the events of the game which will be differ in some parts for this mini series], reader is a little trickster, heimdall is dummy [so much], manipulating, pet names/nicknames, arranged marriage in the next part of the story, getting to the story slowly, just a plot not a chapter but get the idea. that’s all for now, we will see how things will turn out in next chapters. [an early warning!: the story/mini series will have mature scenes & contents [+18 in other words] in further chapters, so, I do not recommend minors to read even these innocent chapters. thank u.]

requested from an anon: An heimdall x reader where the reader is a greek goddess, the daughter of Zeus and came to Norway with her brother Kratos. When ragnarok comes she gets Odins attention and he wants to take her as a second wife but it’s heimdall she grows feelings for when she gets taken to Asgard by Odin. [the request is too good not to right. I am currently writing a heimdall x reader mini series but this one is worth to take a shot too and to fulfill anon’s wish and my own liking on the story, I will make 3 or 4 (maybe more if u want) chapters. so, stay focused, the journey begins.] [+ special thanks to anon for this amazing prompt. I hope you will like it! & u (readers) too. ^^]

*gif is mine, ehe*

all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways; helheim for its cold that even pierce odin’s skin as they said, alfheim for its magnificent elves, jotunheim for its now no longer seen giants. and asgard, the home of aesir people, ruled by odin’s himself and the realm you went to prevent atreus’ unwanted visit to the realm, protecting the child from kratos, your brother’s, rage and odin’s manipulation.

even if the purpose of your visit was to say odin how he should stop playing with atreus’ mind, you were the one who he decided to play with; giving you so many promises, seeing how powerful you are, and trying to enter the inner circle of your mind. odin was a god of not only magic but also wisdom. freya always told you how odin, her ex husband who she hated most in entire realms, was always seeking for new knowledge. he wanted to gain power from knowledge, from wisdom. and he was good at it. his knowledge on reading people, judging them helped him to manipulate them better.

you were one of them. but only to his eyes.

no, you are not stupid. you are not like your brother who just takes action with rage he feels, not giving a damn thing about the consequences. you respected him, you always did and will but this wasn’t who you were. having same blood with kratos because of being zeus’ children you always found safety on his wings but thanks to the way he taught you to survive, you could easily go out from his wings, surviving on your own. you both had a deep bond unlike other children of zeus who betrayed both of of you, making your bond’s force increase.

all of these made you to come to a conclusion on how defeat odin if it become necessary; giving him a tricky behavior like you were ready to manipulate by him, entirely, like you had no brain at all to prevent his tricks. being aunt of atreus, there was a sensitive side in your heart for him. you were like a big sister for him or a mother figure, especially losing faye. you stayed beside atreus from beginning to now, to future as you wish, and you would not let anyone to hurt the boy.

so, here you were, standing in front of odin while he was talking to his royal soldiers; valkyries. as their wings stayed the same, their eyes moved from odin to you; clearly judging you. you were their enemy, and they were yours. no one could deny it but you had to act, you had to gain their trust. you didn’t like lying, you didn’t see it as a way to live your life but for the sake of your brother kratos and atreus, also mimir, freya, brok and sindri who were your friends – maybe more than that, you had to endure all of this. you had to act even if wasn’t in your personality.

“y/n,” odin said with a happy tone, pointing valkyries you with a smile, “she will be here as long as she wants.”

you smiled to them, giving a look like you were a friend who was happy being in here.

“I’m glad to here that, all father.” you said to odin.

then, slowly, valkyries left the area, leaving you and odin alone. you didn’t like them but now you really wished them to stay a bit longer. however, you knew how odin need space to play his tricks on you, so, you waited for him to speak but something stopped him to get closer to your body – something who was behind your body.

as odin made his way to behind your back, you turned around to see where he was going.

turning around, you saw him. heimdall – mimir’s voice echoed in your head. to get know your most dangerous enemy in asgard, you asked mimir to give you appearance of odin’s royal son, lord heimdall to aesir people, lapdog to mimir, and enemy to kratos. no, you didn’t see him as an enemy of yours – he was just your brother’s enemy. you needed to spend some time with him to get his real intentions on this whole ragnarok thing. so, as mimir described him, you thought how yo give first impression. you decided to feel the moment to make a decision about it.

he was exactly how mimir described; purple glowing eyes, a gold hair that braided, a white and gold colored armor, and a sword staying on his belt that he uses very well. mimir said how he looked others from above who wasn’t odin, his all father. the entire realms’ people in other words. you wondered why he loved his father so much because you never had a love to your father, zeus, in your soul or heart. this was the first thing you wanted to get know about him.

“heimdall,” odin smiled, “come, let me introduce you this beautiful lady over here,” he pointed to you while touching his son shoulder. the way heimdall looked at you was just opposite of odin’s look. odin had an positive and happy expression while heimdall had only confused one. “she is here to visit me and asgard personally. but as you know I have lots of work to do. so, I want you to take a walk with her, giving a tour to her in other words.” he turned to stunned heimdall, not noticing his odd behavior at all, “I trust you.” he said in a low tone but not too low enough. you were hearing it too. “do not make me regret.” a warning – a warning how heimdall should act as a well-behaved son, giving you a good tour in the realm.

heimdall tried to say, “but all fathe –“ but odin was already gone after giving you a little smile.

everything around you – around the realm seemed to fall silent, not even the sound of wind, or a raven of all father traveling around it.

being a such a silent situation, you tried to start a conversation, feeling odd feelings that caused goosebumps. “you are heimdall,” you smiled to him, “right?”

his eyes traveled on your body from head to toe, judging you clearly.

“and who you would be?”

“y/n,” you kept a little smile, ready to get serious if this it what he wants, “as odin said.”

“y/n?” he questioned, thinking a little harder to get your name better. he looked like he was trying to remember how your name sounded familiar. then, the reality hit him. “sister of kratos? enemy of all father?”

you shook your head in a negative way, not wanting him to get you as an enemy. no – you needed him to acknowledge you as a friend. “nobody is anybody's enemy.” what a lie. “I am here with good intentions.”

he seemed angry, “I can not tell.” he took a few steps to you, closing the gap. as his arms stayed on his chest, unified. “what makes you so special?”

you were confused. what he was talking about?

he took some steps forward, again, getting closer with each step. pointing you with his right hand while other one stayed same, on his chest, “what magic you use on me sweetheart? how I can not enter that pity head of yours –“

“I get why they hated you that much.” you said, cutting his speech suddenly. “always thinking about yourself except all father, isn’t that right?” you smirked, “sweetheart –“

“oh, no, no. you can’t escape like that.” he made a circle around you while your eyes followed his every move, “tell me your secret witchy witchy.”

you shrugged, “make me.”

challenging him wasn’t something serious but from the look on his face, clearly in pure shock like you said dumbest thing in entire universe, you gave your best not to laugh.

as he was about to say something more, you stopped him with your hand, “look, heimdall. I just want to travel the realm ‘till odin come back. and I will do it with or without you. so, the choice is yours;” you began to walk to other direction of his way, “come with me and find out why you can not read me, or stay here and wait for odin to come with a disappointment look on his face.”

waiting for some moment, he began to follow you, right behind of your back. in that moment you didn’t know two things; one, how a long journey in asgard has began, and two, how heimdall would be beauty of it. as you believed and saw; all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways. for asgard, the beauty was heimdall. son of odin who you will fall into.

to be continued.

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Safest place in the whole world

paring: Marc Spector x fem! reader

warnings: too soft and sweet you'll get cavities

a/n:

I love his cape, okay? I wanted to tug it the moment I saw Marc in his suit <3

105% self indulgent

dedicated to the sweet @fandxmslxt69 <3 (when I write Marc fluff fic, it reminds me of you 😂. you will never run out of 'Marc Spector fluff' again as long as I keep writing here 😌)

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The chilly breeze was harsh and biting on your skin. You rubbed your arms in a futile effort to warm them up. The night was getting colder.

Adrenaline still running in your veins, you tried to calm down.

Marc had knocked everyone out who tried to harm you. He was still in his moon knight suit.

His handsome face was masked, his eyes still glowing silvery white—ethereal and beautiful. His posture was stiff and intense, he was facing ahead of him, not meeting your face, he made sure you were alright first, of course.

You had a right guess of what was going on inside his head. Probably blaming himself for this too, for dragging you along into the hellhole of his life.

He blinked when he felt a soft but firm tug on his cape, he turned around to see your hand clutching his flowing cape.

"I'm cold"

His mask vanished in an instant, his posture eased into familiar softness for you. A small smile bloomed on his lips. He was still in his moon knight suit, but you could see his pretty face.

"C'mere, baby"

You happily accepted his welcoming and safe arms. You wrapped your arms around him. You couldn't feel the warmth of his skin, but you sighed in relief when you felt his cape around you.

He had wrapped it around you like a warm blanket. Apparently, it was also good for protecting you from chilly wind too, not only from the sharp, piercing bullets.

"Is this better, sweetheart?" his voice was gentle, like a warm cup of hot chocolate.

You nodded and smiled when you felt his lips on top of your head. It was the safest place in the whole wide world—in his warm, protective embrace.

He would do anything for you, his baby.

Khonshu stared at particularly no one like, 'Are you seeing this?'

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taglist:

@twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @fayes-fics @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @gaymistakeboi @scarabgrant @mintpurplemnm @kittiesluvyou @luke-o-lophus @nana1000night @this-is-me19

#marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #marc spector fluff #marc spector #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #moon knight

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muwapsturniolo · 4 months

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WHOS TYPE AM I

I’ve been seeing this so much today so I wanna participate lmao

-obvi I’m black and I got curly hair. My hair is black/brown and I have blonde by my ears.

-I have 9 piercings that are all gold cuz I love gold jewelry

-I have 5 tattoos

-imma makeup girl. I work at ulta and I got 6 drawers full of makeup!

-my music range is WIDEEEE I can jump from sza, korn, kacey musgraves, Mf doom, and Faye Webster.

-I’m a plus size baddie fr and I’m 5’3 (say sum fatphobic and I promise you not gonna like me🤭)

-I do nails on the side of makeup and sometimes hair (lace front queen)

-I love watching people play video games

- I LOVE COOKING! LIKE LOVEEEE COOKING!

-I do smoke and drink (love me sum good wine.)

-I love cats.

-use to play bass guitar but a bitch started getting her nails done and stopped 😭

That’s it idk what else to say but yeah. Now that y’all know more about me, lemme know who y’all think i look good with 🤭

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt girl #chris girl #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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judyfromfinance · 1 year

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Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

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Chapter 1

You woke up cold and alone on the forest floor. Not remembering how you came to be here at all. Last you remembered was going to sleep, passed out in your work clothes on your uncomfortable couch. Your abysmal day at the grocery store dealing with rampaging customers leading you to not care if you were still wearing your bra and sleeping in uncomfortable jeans. You just needed rest. And rest you did. Until you felt a chill run through your body and pierce your bones. A cold you’ve never felt before but payed no mind to as you blindly tried to grab your pink Kirby throw blanket you kept on the back of the couch, for this exact purpose. When your hand touched nothing but air and landed in a cold wetness, you jolted up.

Snow. Snow was everywhere. Giant birch trees surrounded you as well. Your body started to shiver involuntarily. You peered down at your black graphic t-shirt and blue vest and realized the snow was starting to melt slightly. You immediately shot up and patted yourself down. Not wanting to be wet in this type of weather.

“What the fuck is happening?” Your breathing started to turn harsh as anxiety and fear gripped your heart. You spun around in a circle trying to orient yourself, but it was hard to do when you had absolutely no idea where you were. And how you even got here was even more concerning.

“Oh god, What do I do? What do I do?” You whispered to yourself. Trying to come up with a plan, with SOMETHING that might help you here. But your mind came up blank. Panic. You were panicking. You looked down towards your hands and saw the tips of your fingers start to turn blue.

“Fuck. Ok, come on (y/n) think. Find shelter. Start a fire. How the fuck do I start a fire!?” Your mind raced with ways to help your survival but you were never one for camping so you came up with zilch. But then, from your right you heard something. Talking? Oh my god, people! They’d have to help you! You forced your frozen limbs to walk towards the voices. You couldn’t feel your feet. Your tennis shoes being buried in snow as you walked.

“Hello! Please I… I need help!” You shouted towards the voices. You see a small fire as you approached the fence. It was made of white birch limbs. Your knees shook as they gave out. Your hands shooting out to grab at the fence. But instead you pushed it inwards and landed on your face. Why did it feel like this cold was actively trying to harm you? Like the winter snow wanted to bury you alive and seep the life out of you? Like it was… alive.

“Father, who is that!?”

“Be on your guard. We don’t know who or what that may be.” You looked up as two figures approached you. Figures you’ve seen before. Those voices. You’ve heard those voices before as well. But for now, you needed out of this goddamn cold.

“Please, it’s so cold.” Atreus approached you and helped you up. As he held you in his arms he realized just how severe Fimbulwinter could be for mortals. “Father! She’s freezing! We have to help her.”

Kratos grunted before asking for your name and how you came to be in their forest. You gave it. You gave it all. In a stuttering and discombobulated mess, but you tried your best to sound honest and friendly. You did not want to pose yourself as a threat to these men. These Gods.

“Well, that is quite interesting if true lass.” Mimir said from Kratos’ belt.

“I’m telling th… the truth I… I swe… swear!” You look up at him. Hoping to portray your innocence through your eyes. After all they are the window to the soul, are they not. “Father, she’ll die out here if we don’t help her.” That statement shook you to your core. And you realized just how truthful it was. If you did find a way to survive in this cold by yourself, what of all the creatures and monsters that lurk in this world. You’d die out there. Alone. You look up towards Kratos one last time. “Please.”

“Can you carry her?” He asks his son. Atreus just nods as he picks you up effortlessly as they made their way back to their cabin. The winter finally seeped into your mind as you slowly drifted to a dreamless sleep.

“Mimir.”

“Yes lad?” Atreus looks towards you sleeping peacefully in his arms as he was instructed to lay you in Kratos’ bed of furs. “Do you believe her? She claims she’s from another world. Can we trust her?” He said as he turned towards his father, who was adding more wood to the fire.

“Odder things have happened in this world. I believe her. But does that mean we can trust her? Only time will tell.” Kratos hums in agreement. He knows all about how strange this or other worlds could be.

“Well, I think we should trust her.”

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I did a thing? I am currently doing a thing? I don’t know. I’m a sucker for this Isekai cliche shit. I I love that weasel of a man so. This was born. Hope you enjoy. Lol.

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