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Like A Virgin

summary: she was a virgin. and he wasn't. sirius have a reputation. oh, merlin, did he had a reputation.

pairing: young!sirius x ofc (Emalia)

warnings: loss of virginity. fingering. oral (fem receiving). heavy making-out. unprotected sex. multiple orgasms.

words: 7.8k

a/n: emalia is my own original character. please keep in mind that these characters are portrayed at sixteen years old, the age of consent in my country. this got away from me and ended up a bit longer than intended. i hope you enjoy!

It was just past midday when the rumble of a motorcycle disturbed the peace of the day. It was an out-of-the-ordinary sound for the neighbourhood, one that enticed people to open their doors or peek through windows to investigate with judgmental stares. Emalia smiled to herself, knowing precisely who it was that had come visiting, and made her way downstairs.

Sirius Black.

He knocked, and she opened the door without hesitation. With a single brow lofted and arms crossed against her chest, she leaned against the door frame, preventing him from entering. Emalia peered up at him with a patient and playful gleam in her soft blue eyes.

"Hey, Ema." He had a voice like melted chocolate, all smooth, deep, and delectable, even when he wasn't intending it to be. His charisma was effortless and magnetic. But if she wasn't mistaken, he sounded a little bit sheepish, almost as though he was apologetic for not having called ahead. It hadn't bothered her. His presence was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

"Get this: James and Lily are on a date." She nodded, indicating she had already known. There wasn't much she and Lily didn't share given that they were best friends, and it was to be expected that the redhead had told her about their upcoming date. "And Peter and Remus are busy with 'family affairs', whatever that means."

She cracked a smile but didn't say anything. She just continued smiling sweetly and patiently up at him, still not making a move to allow him inside. He either didn't notice or didn't care because he went on.

"I am bored out of my skull at home, and I figured you were free and that I'd come around. So, can I come in?"

There it was, the reason for his out-of-the-blue visit—he was bored.

This wasn't surprising to hear. Sirius was a social creature; he liked being around others and was only alone when it suited him. It hadn't even bothered her that he would assume she was free and come over unannounced. After what happened last year, when her mother passed away and she struggled to come to terms with it, she and Sirius had grown closer.

He had become a constant presence in her life, where once he had just been Remus' friend. But he had been there, impulsive and reckless, when she pushed everyone away. He helped drive away her sorrows with his silly jokes and ridiculous behaviour, and he was there to comfort her when it became too much to handle. She'd lost count of how many times he had held her as she cried.

"Of course you can, Sirius. I just wanted to see how long you'd wait to ask," she said with a laugh. The sound was light and carefree, unlike anything she had done a year ago. She stepped aside to make room for him to pass, and she closed the door when he had done so. Her father, Alberic, wasn't home, but he knew Sirius well enough that she didn't think he would be bothered by the visit.

"I was just getting ready, actually. Lily and I are going to a high tea after their date." Emalia made certain the door was locked before turning back to him and motioning for him to follow her.

"So, a tea party." Sirius joked as he followed her upstairs. She could hear the smile in his voice and imagined the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he teased her.

"No. It's a high tea. You know what that is, Sirius."

"A fancy tea party then." He went on as he took a seat at the end of her bed. Emalia was seated in front of a vanity; it was matte black with a large mirror and looked out of place in her bedroom. He wondered, just for a moment, if it had belonged to her mother. "Besides, you look pretty much ready to me."

"I need to finish my hair, then put on my heels, and I haven't decided what perfume to wear, so I'm not really. You'll just have to sit and watch, won't you?"

He laughed at her playful banter and watched her reflection in the mirror. Her expression was serious as she pulled a brush through her raven-black hair without too much difficulty. Every now and then, he saw the corner of her mouth twist in discomfort as she worked a knot loose.

After a few minutes, maybe five or so, he started counting the strokes, and when he reached thirty, he chuckled. It was a deep sound, reverberating from the middle of his chest. Emalia stopped and was staring towards the mirror, brush still held in hand, brows drawn together in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just that I've watched you brush your hair about thirty times now. I think you're done, Ema."

He saw the worried expression soften in the mirror and cracked a small smile.

"I'll only be a few more minutes, then I'll give you some attention, Pads."

"You know, I'm pretty sure I could run my fingers through your hair and it wouldn't get tangled; you've brushed it that much."

It was this comment that made her thoughts pause as she looked over her shoulder at him. If it had been any other woman, he would have thought the look she gave him was purposely seductive, but not Ema; no, she wasn't that kind of person. But maybe he was mistaken because the way she was smiling at him made him swallow hard.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you're flirting with me, Mister Black. Maybe even trying to seduce me." Her tone was soft, like a whisper, as she gave him a playful wink. It wasn't unusual for them to poke fun at each other; the occasional flirty comment or sarcastic remark that might have led to hurt feelings if they hadn't been so close. Emalia wasn't a flirt like him, though he knew she had had boyfriends in the past.

But knowing that didn't stop his thoughts from racing to a hundred different scenarios.

"And if I was?" He replied with a sudden seriousness in his deep voice.

Emalia didn't need to see him to hear the challenge in his words. Her face flushed a soft pink, and she quickly looked away, but he saw it in the mirror's reflection.

"Is it working?"

She didn't answer; she couldn't find her voice to do so.

Sure, she had thought about him that way; she had fantasised about how his hands would feel on her body, touching her and pleasuring her, his fingers wrapped in the heat of her core. She had even touched herself on more than one occasion, imagining it was him. His name was often a heaven's prayer on her lips as pleasure swept through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more. But those thoughts had been buried deep down, hidden alongside the ones about Remus.

He was her friend; they all were—as thick as thieves, James would always say. Emalia had never been willing to risk their incredible friendship for anything. Not love, not sex, not anything. But she would have been lying if she said she wasn't tempted.

With a gentle sigh, she placed the brush down and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She laughed softly and shook her head. He was teasing her again. He always did this.

"You are a dork, Sirius." The words came out halfheartedly as she stood and took a step towards the wardrobe. But he caught her by the wrist before she had taken even two steps and pulled her back towards him.

Surprised by this, she stumbled around, only to have him catch her.

It all happened so fast.

One moment she was standing, and the next she was practically straddling his lap. Her hands were on his shoulders now, clutching at him for balance, a knee resting on the mattress beside his thigh. His hands had settled on the swell of her hips, firm, warm, and strong. And then, without warning, he shifted, pulled her down onto the mattress, and held her there.

Emalia made a startled squeak but otherwise didn't resist him. She was too surprised by his bold behaviour to protest. And, if she were to be honest with herself, she had fantasised about situations exactly like this a few too many times before. She had imagined how his body would feel nestled between her thighs, what he would do when she was naked beneath him, and how he would kiss her, touch her, and love her.

One of his arms was around the small of her back, the other propping him up on an elbow. She was staring up at him with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted, and her fingertips digging into his shoulders as he hovered over her like some falling shadow.

Sirius was between her legs, making her skirt ride up her thighs, and he was breathing deeply, evenly, and calmly. His breath was washing over her mouth and nose like sickly sweet rum—it made her head swim.

"Is it working?" He repeated the question, his voice dropping an octave so that a shiver ran down her spine. Emalia still couldn't find her voice to answer him; she couldn't stop her heart from going into overdrive or the moisture pooling at her core.

His denim trousers rubbed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as she shifted beneath him. The ends of his long, inky black hair tickled her cheeks as he stared down at her. She could feel him staring at her, watching her, waiting for an answer.

Her tongue slipped out from behind her teeth to slowly lick her lips. He watched this with a smirk and enjoyed when she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Her chest was rising and falling, brushing against his each time, and her ebony hair was sprawled around her on the bed like the night sky.

"That depends." Emalia finally answered, her voice barely a whisper.

She couldn't deny her feelings. She wanted this—she wanted him.

Sirius leaned closer, pressing more firmly against her, stroking his nose softly against hers.

"Hrm?"

"Are you going to kiss me or not?"

He didn't answer, not verbally.

Instead, he kissed her, as was requested of him. His lips touched hers gently at first, soft and warm, moving slowly and testing the waters, but when she released the breath she had been holding and kissed him back, it was game on.

Sirius deepened the kiss, chasing her taste. Vanilla. He could taste it on her lips. Her lip gloss tasted like vanilla and sweet almonds. It was a delicious combination, and he found that he couldn't get enough of it.

He had plenty of experience in these situations and was deep in his element, so he took the lead without question. He parted his lips and swept his tongue against her plump lower lip, requesting permission. This made her head swim and made her moan softly into the kiss. Emalia parted her lips, then his tongue delved into her mouth without hesitation. He tasted like cigarette smoke and danger, pure rebellion, drowning her senses in him.

She moaned again, louder this time. Emalia shifted beneath him to wrap an arm around the back of his neck and pull him closer. His fingers trailed fire across her back as he pulled his arm from beneath her and spread it along her ribs. Sirius pushed against her, rolling his hips against hers, his arousal evident, straining against his jeans.

His mouth was making her delirious, and her head was swimming with pleasure because of it. Sirius was like fire, scorching her skin with his touch and searing her mind with his gentleness. And she was like putty in his hands—inexperienced, innocent, and all too willing to learn.

His hand trailed up her body, from her hip to her ribs, before settling over a breast that was just a little bit too big to fit in his palm. He could feel her nipple through her clothes, hardening as he ran his thumb against it. It was begging to be freed, begging to be sucked.

Emalia said his name in a quiet plea when the kiss was broken for a much-needed breath. He kissed her from her chin to her neck, stopping to suck here and there, leaving little red marks in his wake. She was writhing beneath him, pushing her hips against his, pushing her breast into his hand.

She still had an arm around his neck, and now the other had a fistful of his hair. Her fingers were buried deep in his thick locks, and she tugged on them roughly, making him growl as she dragged his mouth back to hers. Emalia was breathing heavier now, faster and harder, and her knickers were wet with excitement as their tongues touched and twirled together.

Sirius drew her lip between his teeth, biting it gently, and gave her breast a firm squeeze before moving his hand down her body. He enjoyed the way she writhed beneath him, how she kissed him with urgency, and how she moaned his name each time he did something new.

His hand reached her thigh, which was now curled against his hip. And then it drifted back up, beneath her skirt this time. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch and prickled with goosebumps. His fingers found the band of her knickers, curled around the cotton fabric, and tugged them down.

It was then that Emalia made a noise. The sound was somewhere between protest and panic. Her hand left his hair and found his beneath her skirt. Small fingers encircled his wrist and held tightly to halt his explorations. He could have kept going—he knew that, she knew that, but he was as still as stone.

She was panting and staring up with lust-filled eyes that were wide with uncertainty once again. The last virgin of their group—even Peter had finally gotten some now that he was dating that pretty Ravenclaw girl he was so keen on. This thought made him smile. She was so eager but so unsure.

"We should go out first. To dinner or something."

Her words were like a sledgehammer shattering a panel of glass—sudden and unexpected. Sirius was struck silent for a moment before the corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk. So she wanted to be wooed first. He could do that.

He kissed her without warning. Hard, slowly, thoroughly, just because he could. It made her moan and made her toes curl.

"Yeah, let's do that."

"Sirius."

"Emalia."

The warning in her tone had him grinning from ear to ear—not that she could see it, but she could certainly hear it in the sound of his laugh. Emalia shuffled along with an arm outstretched, feeling the way while he crowded behind her, his chest brushing against her back as he kept her eyes hidden behind his hands.

"I’m serious," she warned him again, this time trying to escape him. He'd blindfolded her the moment they arrived, his large hands covering her eyes, intent on not letting her ruin the surprise. Sirius hadn't told her when he would take her on a date, where he'd take her, or any other details.

And then one night he sent her a message, instructing her to dress nice and be ready by seven. Normally, she would have resisted his dominance and rebelled against his authority. But this time it made butterflies fill her stomach, making her nervous and excited, so that she had to squeeze her thighs shut to fight the ache between them.

He’d dressed nice—casual but nice. Dark denim jeans and big black combat boots. He had a leather jacket over a simple white tee and rings on at least half a dozen of his fingers. Emalia hadn't been able to hide the way her eyes moved up and down his body, taking in every detail of him, or the flush that had crept into her face when he caught her staring.

He had been equally transfixed when she opened the door. Her long ebony hair hung in loose curls down her shoulders, falling over a black blouse that was tucked into a red floral skirt, but his gaze remained on her feet. Six-inch heels, studded and strappy, towering, impossible to walk in, or so he thought.

Escaping him proved to be impossible. Sirius wrapped an arm around her waist—a tight band of muscles—as he lifted her, making her shriek in surprise. "No, you’re Ema. I’m Sirius." He chortled in response, and she could hear the tease in his words and feel the laughter vibrating through his chest and against her back. "Now behave; we’re almost there."

She was laughing in spite of how he carried her as though she weighed nothing, unhindered by the way she wriggled in his grasp. "Put me down, you buffoon!"

He didn't, not until they reached the entrance. He held onto her as her heels sank into the snow, keeping a hand on her hip and her back pressed against his chest.

He watched her face as she stared in awe at the winter wonderland before them. The ice rink had been decorated with wreaths of twinkling lights and fresh snow, and the ice was beautifully illuminated by those very same lights along with the moonlight glow. There were a couple of booths selling snow cones, hot chocolate, and other treats. There was a distinct chill in the air.

Emalia looked at him over her shoulder with a sweet smile on her lips. The lights reflected in her soft blue eyes in a way that stole the breath from his lungs. "Sirius, this is so lovely."

He frowned. "But?"

"I can’t skate very well," she admitted quietly, not wanting to ruin his surprise. "Or at all, actually."

He grinned in response, his shoulders dropping as the tension bled out of them, and suddenly he could breathe again. Sirius narrowed his eyes playfully. "It’s alright, angel. I’ll show you." His arm snaked around her waist again, his palm pressing firmly against her stomach, fingers splayed possessively, the warmth of his palm penetrating straight to her core as he pulled her tight against him. "Besides, it gives me a reason to hold you like this."

"Oh, you need an excuse for that, hrm?"

"A reason. You give me plenty of those," he mused with a hum, his mouth ghosting over hers, swallowing the little gasp of surprise. She tasted like vanilla again, her soft pink lips parting under the dominance of his. Her eyes, his eyes, drifted shut. Her tongue slipped past her own lips to lick his lower one, softly and shyly, asking for or giving permission; he couldn't figure out which because his head was swimming.

It was only the shriek of someone falling on the ice that pulled them from the moment and reminded her that they were standing somewhere very public. Sirius noticed that her eyes were glossy when they opened, but she smiled at him sweetly and innocently, as though she had no idea what effect she had on him. Emalia tangled her fingers with his, enjoying the warmth of them wrapped around hers, which were cold as ice.

Sirius had always run hot like a furnace, the heat of him seemingly clinging to the air, chasing away the cold. She noticed that his fingers were calloused, just a little bit, probably from years of holding a bat and beating bludgers away from his teammates.

He didn’t object as she tugged him to the booth where they could rent their skates. He enjoyed the way she acted so bossy, calm, and confident while making small talk with the man attending the booth. Sirius laughed when she got her skates, a size seven, and Emalia retaliated by smacking the back of her hand against his chest.

Her shoe size shouldn’t have been surprising, and really, it wasn’t. It amused him that she wore such a small size in comparison to his ten and a half. Sirius was taller than her, which was an understatement, to say the least. If Emalia hadn’t been wearing those heels, he’d have been a foot taller than her, maybe more.

She was small, delicate, and fucking smart-mouthed.

Emalia watched how Sirius laced his skates, his fingers plucking at the laces with practised movements, no doubt from how often he’d had to lace up those combat boots. She followed his movements, pulling them tight around her ankles, making sure they were supported and that she wasn’t about to end up with a broken bone. And then she was following him to the rink, leaving behind her heels beside his boots, the sight of them drawing a chuckle from him that had her shooting him a warning glare.

Sirius marvelled at how she could walk in the skates with utter confidence, perched on them like a ballerina, until she stepped onto the ice. Then she was the polar opposite. Emaila stumbled and shivered from both the cold and nervousness, her expression one of tight-lipped concentration. She clutched at the railing, her arms shaking as she managed to catch herself when she slipped.

She didn’t talk to him. Didn’t even look at him. Instead, she was staring at her feet as she edged her way around the rink once, twice, and a third time.

Sirius was the complete opposite.

He moved with confidence and a natural swagger. The wind whipped at his hair as he whizzed past her, weaving in and out of the crowd, somehow avoiding colliding with them even though his attention was entirely on her. At times, he wasn’t even watching where he was going. After a while, he grew tired of watching.

Sirius skated towards her quickly, turning his skates at the last minute and finishing with a hockey stop, covering her legs in a spray of ice flakes. "You dog!" Emalia shouted with a glare, which only made the young man grin.

"What?" he barked out with a laugh, watching as she brushed the ice from her skirt, almost falling while doing so. "I needed to get your attention somehow. You seem pretty intent on that railing; should I be jealous?"

Emalia sneered at him. "That’s because someone took me to an ice skating rink. And as I recall, I've already told you I don't know how to skate."

"Here, let me show you," Sirius said, holding out a hand.

"I’m quite happy right here," she replied indignantly.

"Don’t you trust me?"

"Not on your life!"

That wasn’t entirely true. Emalia did trust him. She trusted that he would hold her close, that his hands would wander her body, and that his lips would steal the breath from her lungs. She trusted that he would tease her and keep her safe, but she didn’t trust him not to let her fall and be covered in snow and ice shavings as a joke.

Sirius drifted closer, not taking no for an answer. He caged her between his arms, his chest pressing firmly into her back, forcing her against the railing to prevent an escape. The warmth of him was immediate; it made her head spin and made her dizzy. She found herself leaning into him to chase away the cold.

He pried her small fingers from the railing one at a time, laughing against her shoulder, his warm breath wafting against her neck, making her shiver and squeeze her thighs together. She swatted at his hands, huffed out warnings and threats between laughs, and pushed against the rail and into his chest to create space for an escape. It was only as she moved to turn, stumbling as a skate slipped out from beneath her, that she gave up the fight.

Sirius caught her around the waist, an arm around the small of her back, the opposite hand grabbing her hip. He was laughing, and so was she, as he hauled her back to her feet. "Trust me, angel. I won’t let you fall."

She made a sound that was unladylike, indignant, and very unbelieving. Emalia held his forearms tightly, her manicured nails digging in, so he felt the pressure through the sleeves of his jacket. Sirius just grinned through it.

"Don’t look down," he instructed, his tone gentle as he moved slowly backward with just a little bit of momentum. "Watch me, Ema, and keep your back straight. If you tilt forward, your balance will be off." Sirius held her forearms firmly, staying about a foot away to avoid their skates coming together.

He towed her along slowly, encouraging her to match his stride and move with the opposite foot each time he moved. He praised her when she got it right, earning himself a coy little smile and her cheeks flushing a pretty pale pink. And when she stumbled, he caught her, soothing her and telling her it was alright.

They were both silent for a while. Emalia concentrated on her footwork, her hold on him tightening a few times when she stumbled before finding a rhythm that worked for her.

"You know," she said softly, still staring down at her feet while struggling to keep her balance. Sirius captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her face up. For a moment, she stared at him with pretty doe eyes, curious, nervous, and wanting. She licked her lips. "I don’t think I ever thanked you."

His brow furrowed. "For what?"

And he generally couldn’t think of what she might be thanking him for. He thought it was plain as day that he was enjoying himself on this date. Emalia was pleasant company—polite and sweet, undeniably sassy and smart-mouthed, which he found amusing.

It wasn't that he'd never considered dating her. She was an attractive young woman and had had her fair share of boyfriends and would-be suitors. But Sirius had made it a general rule to steer clear of his friends', the important ones anyway.

"I don't know," she laughed, her gaze wavering from his for a second before returning. The smile on her mouth was sweet but sad, and it plucked at the strings of his heart. He hadn’t seen that smile in a while, not since her mother had passed away and she’d tried to put on a brave face for the world. He hated it as much now as he did then.

"For everything you do. I don’t think I ever thanked you, Sirius. You stuck around even after I said those terrible things. Even when I pushed all of you away. Everything was so heavy, and you shouldered so much for me, and I don’t remember saying thank you. Or apologising."

"You were grieving, angel. You've got a free pass to be a little bitchy," he said, his hand moving to her hair and stroked it. He let the silken strands run through his fingers, marvelling over how, as he predicted, he could run them through her hair without it getting tangled. He smiled at her, gentle and reassuring. "Besides, that’s what friends are for, right? Staying around when things go to hell."

His words warmed her heart and plunged a knife into it at the same time.

Emalia was grateful to have him as a dear friend. She was so completely appreciative of everything he had done for her, how he had helped her and her family. He’d been so kind to her mother while she was confined to the hospital, lifting her spirits and making her laugh every time the doctors had bad news. But in that moment, she didn’t want a friend; she wanted more.

She was the one who moved first.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, and her lips melded against his, plump and warm, clumsy and desperate. The sound of their skates clacking together erupted between them as he hauled her closer to deepen the kiss.

His fingers burrowed deep in her hair, his cold nose gliding against hers as he tilted her head back, giving himself better access to her parting lips. The other hand held her hip, fingers pressing in firmly, feeling her curves. They were warm, spreading fire through her blood as it rushed through her veins, igniting an ache that spread from her belly and down into her hips.

The world had fallen away until it was just the two of them, clinging together like star-crossed lovers. They drifted gently on the ice, carried by his confident skill. Sirius felt her tremble against him, leaning desperately into his kiss. Her hands glided up his body, burrowing into the thicket of tresses at the back of his neck, drawing him in deeper, and he was lost in her—the smell of her shampoo, the taste of her chapstick—utterly and hopelessly lost.

He pressed his palm into the small of her back, bringing her flush against him, the other clutching at the back of her head to control their kiss. His teeth nipped at her lower lip and sucked it between his lips, and she couldn’t help but whimper.

It was that sound that brought the night careening back to reality.

Sirius pulled away, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. He kept her close, kept his hand in her hair, and kept his lips brushing against her. Their eyes half-opened and met. His hand stroked down her back, feeling her shivering, hearing her whimper, and feeling her lips open against his mouth for another needy kiss that he happily obliged in giving her.

"Sirius." Her voice was shaking, barely a whisper above the conversations around them. He felt her words rather than heard them. He bit back a groan when she bit his lip. "Take me home."

The two of them arrived on the porch of her family’s estate in record time. Her back slammed against the mahogany door as he pinned her to it, the force enough to make the hinges rattle. Emalia gasped into his mouth, caught off guard as a whisper of pain shot up her spine, only to be forgotten a second later when his hands splayed possessively at her hips.

She buried her fingers in his hair, taking a fistful to hold his mouth to hers, making him growl as his scalp was tinged with a pleasurable sort of pain. Sirius felt her nails scraping at his shirt, clawing their way down his chest before curling around his belt. With his hand hooked under the bend of her knee, he hitched her leg over the curve of his hip, allowing himself to paint his body firmly against hers.

His hips trudged against hers, strong, dominant, and rough; his cock was already hard and straining in his jeans, and she couldn’t help but use the hold of his belt to pull him closer. Emalia kissed him desperately and deliriously, her lips parting to welcome his tongue into the warmth of her mouth as he started to work his hands beneath her skirt.

Her legs turned to jelly when he took her arse in his hands, squeezing it as he ground his hips against hers so that she could feel his erection through the layers of their clothes. And then she was pushing his hands away so that she could turn towards the door.

Sirius did not stop as she fumbled with the doorknob.

"You taste so sweet," he said, his voice gravelly with lust. Sirius’ lips were warm as he kissed her neck, leaving little wisps of fire licking at her skin as he sank his pearly whites into the junction of her shoulder just hard enough to elicit a little gasp.

"Inside," she managed to gasp out, her voice trembling, "we need to get inside." Sirius silenced her with a kiss, their teeth knocking awkwardly together because of the angle, but neither minded. Emalia arched her back instinctively to allow their lips better contact, desperate to taste more of him, her arse pressing hard against his aching cock.

His hands found their way beneath her blouse, palms rough and like molten lava against her skin. He was pleasantly surprised to discover her bra unclasped at the front. He made quick work of it, her breasts freed to his wandering hands. Sirius cupped the weight of them in his palms, enjoying their soft warmth and the way her nipples hardened into peaks when he rolled them between his fingers.

It was a miracle Emalia got the door opened before they started stripping. Together, they tumbled inside—a tangle of limbs, heavy breaths, and hot kisses. It was followed by fumbling up the stairs when the kissing didn’t stop, and then they were naked on her bed and the nervousness was bleeding back into her veins.

Emalia watched him undress and, for a moment, was utterly terrified of how badly this was going to hurt. Especially with how... big he was.

And it all came racing back to her.

She was a virgin.

And he wasn’t.

Sirius had a reputation. Oh, Merlin, did he have a reputation.

Emalia had heard their schoolmates whispering about him in the back of the library. The girls talked about the delicious stretch of his fingers when he was fingering them. Or the wickedness of his mouth and how they could taste themselves on his tongue after he had gone down on them.

And it was those same girls who talked about his size—how he was above average with an impressive girth that sometimes made it uncomfortable for a few days after being with him.

She had heard the rumours; some nights he was soft and sweet, gently rocking his hips until his lover climaxed with a soft moan. Other nights, he was wild and untamed, rutting into them from behind until they couldn’t think straight.

And knowing all of this made her incredibly nervous. It made her heart stammer in her chest so hard that it might break through her breastbone, but it did not make her stop him when he started to move down her body.

"Is this okay?" Sirius whispered against her neck, his breath balmy against her sweat-slicked skin. His stormy eyes had closed, and his lips skimmed over her racing pulse and to the hollow of her throat. He took her hips into his hands, his fingertips biting into her skin just a little too much as he waited for her answer. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, feel how hard and big he was, and shuddered with anticipation.

Emalia whimpered in response and nodded in approval. Sirius was magnetic, and she found she could not deny him. He was fire—chaotic and beautiful—and she was a moth to his flame.

Sirius nipped at her racing pulse, making her gasp out loud. He immediately laved his tongue over the hickey to take the sting from it. The delicious combination of pleasure and pain had her mind blurry with lust and her core clenching.

She felt so vulnerable, like he was going to eat her alive.

And she wanted desperately to satisfy his hunger.

Sirius took his time, as though he had all night for the young woman beneath him. He took one of her hardened nipples into his warm, wet mouth and sucked on it, swirling his tongue around it.

"Sirius," she whined his name when he switched breasts, this time taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging on it just enough to entice her to arch her back from the mattress.

He chuckled when she whined again. "Patience, baby." He hummed while kissing a trail of fire down her belly. He took the time to admire the rise and fall of her chest as her breath came faster, how she moved restlessly beneath his mouth, and how her pussy glistened with obvious arousal.

Sirius placed a kiss against her hips and then on the inside of her thigh, so close and yet still so far from her core, making her breath hitch. He kissed and nibbled until she was writhing beneath his mouth, trying desperately to get him where she wanted.

And then he smeared his tongue against her pussy, tasting the sweet nectar of her essence and letting it slide down the back of his throat like a fine wine. Her body quivered beneath him, and his name escaped her in a breathless moan.

Sirius couldn’t explain what it was—either inexperience or curiosity—but virgins were so quick to get wet. They tasted different on his tongue—innocent and sweet. And she was no exception.

Her nerves cracked and popped like lightning as his tongue circled her clit, making her hips buck up. He could feel her heart racing beneath his palms; her nipples hard beneath the touch of his fingers as he caressed them down her body, memorising the feel of her skin until he found her wet heat.

She made this sound—a little gasp of pleasure—that sent arousal rocketing through his veins and straight to his cock when he pushed a finger into her tight pussy. His fingers were thicker than hers, larger and longer, reaching deep and rubbing against all of her nerves.

Emalia grabbed a fistful of his hair to hold his mouth against her when her hips bucked, pushing her pussy against his mouth when he began moving his finger. The stubble on his jaw scratched beautifully at the inside of her thighs as they tightened around his head, trapping him there when he added a second finger, stretching her more.

She came without warning, her walls clamping tight around him and her hips rising from the mattress as the world shattered into sweet oblivion. Sirius kept his lips encircled around her clit, sucking and fingering her through the climax as crystal shards of pleasure shot through her entire being. It felt like a bolt of white-hot lightning had scored her soul and set her world ablaze.

Emalia had touched herself before. She was no stranger to pleasure; she had kissed young men other than Sirius and gotten handsy with them. She’d had cum countless times with her fingers or the toys in her nightstand. But this was like nothing else.

Sirius was the son of the devil, with the face of an angel.

Her walls continued to flutter as she came back to earth with her head swimming and her thighs trembling. He withdrew his fingers to lick them clean. Sirius climbed the length of her body slowly, his lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses from her clit, up her belly, and between the valley of her breasts until she was tasting herself on his tongue.

She stroked his dark locks as he positioned himself between her thighs, their tongues twisting and twirling together in a delicious dance of dominance. He won, of course, and she lost gleefully. Sirius groaned against her lips as he rubbed his cock along her slick folds, her arousal lubricating him as the tip nudged her sensitive clit.

"Sirius," she moaned softly, her eyes pleading for more.

"Are you sure?"

"Please."

He did not need to be told twice. He bent his head to kiss her, his lips gliding over hers and swallowing the little gasp she made when he entered her. He moved slowly, trying to give her time to adjust to the stretch, but even so, her fingers tightened around the muscles of his shoulders when he buried himself completely, leaving little crescent moons in their wake.

The sound she made was strangled, her body tensing beneath his as she tried to will herself to relax. Pain blossomed through her core and radiated through her hips. Her eyes were scrunched shut, tears dancing on her lashline, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

Sirius knew that it was uncomfortable for her. He was not a small man, and he knew that he was above average. Emalia was so slick with arousal that if she hadn’t been a virgin, it might not have been so demanding to accommodate him.

His mouth skimmed over her chin, her cheeks, and her forehead, leaving a trail of sweet kisses behind. "Doing okay?" He asked, his voice straining as he held himself perfectly still. Emalia peeled her eyes open to stare into his stormy gaze, her breath shaking as it escaped.

"Yeah," she said in a whisper, her voice trembling.

"Try to relax," he encouraged, "it will feel good."

Sirius groaned when she loosened her grip on his shoulders, her nails leaving a sting in his heated skin. She made a sound in response, an apologetic whimper, "S - sorry!" The pitch of her voice rose as he slowly withdrew, her lips trembling against his, her expression somewhere between wanting him to devour her and wanting him to stop.

"S’okay, angel," he said, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. Sirius teased his lips against hers, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and devoured her moans. He pulled out until the crown of his cock was nestled in her snug walls, and then sank back in.

He kept a slow rhythm, stretching her and giving her plenty of time. And then it happened. Emalia wound her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper while she clawed at the sheets, grasping fistfuls of the Egyptian cotton while tossing her head back and arching her back. Fresh waves of arousal washed over his cock.

She moved with him, her hips rising to welcome the piston of his, her movements delicate and desperate—in contrast to his. Sirius moved with control, dominating her with each thrust and fucking her into the mattress until she was clawing at his back and moaning in his ear. He was a little bit rough, holding her so tight that her skin was sure to bruise in the shape of his fingers, his teeth nipping at her lips until they were slightly swollen, devouring every sound that was torn from her throat.

"Sirius!" She screeched his name, her voice high-pitched and strained, when he adjusted his position to thrust deeper, hauling her legs higher on his hips. The tip of his cock crashed into a spot that sent her suddenly skyrocketing.

"Oh."

There was nothing that could have prevented the smug smirk that found its way onto his lips or the surge of pride that welled in his chest. If she had seen it, she might have smacked him. He thrust again, deeper and harder, to hear her scream again. He moved his mouth to her ear, his breath hot, his teeth tugging on her earlobe.

"That’s it, isn’t it? The spot."

Her thighs were quivering as she arched off the mattress, her head thrown back, and her lips parted in a silent scream. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Sirius fucked her at a merciless pace, his cock catching on every mind-maddening spot along the way, crashing into her repeatedly, but it was the rough pad of his thumb swiping over the fantastic bundle of nerves that made her pussy spasm around him. Emalia screamed as her world was struck by lightning again, set on fire, shattered, and changed.

The sound of the headboard against the wall was a constant thump, thump, thump. Some part of him thought he should feel bad for being rough, especially given that this was her first time. He should have held her and loved her softly, as a gentleman would have. But he could tell from the way her pussy was squeezing him, how she was grabbing at his back to pull him closer, and how she trembled and shuddered beneath him that she was enjoying this.

"That’s it." He growled against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He rubbed harder at her sensitive clit, fingers slick in her arousal, gliding, circling, rubbing. "Cum for me, baby."

"I-I-" She stuttered and stopped. Her mind was screaming that the pleasure would kill her, break her, and ruin her. She would have said it if her throat wasn’t constricted with breathless gasps and moans, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, because it felt so fucking amazing.

"You can," he replied, knowing what she was going to say, once again not accepting no for an answer. "Cum for me, angel, I wanna feel you cum on my cock."

The third orgasm came from nowhere, ripped through her without warning, and crashed into the second. Emalia couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see straight, and couldn’t think through the haze he invoked. She clung to him as the storm swept her away; her nails dug so deeply into his skin that Sirius was certain to be bleeding.

She came undone beneath him, shuddering, panting, and moaning, her hips bucking into his as he fucked her with deep strokes. Her walls clamped so tightly around him that he groaned against her ear. His name spilled from her lips like a prayer to heaven, over and over again, like it was the only thing she could remember.

Sirius buried his face against her neck, biting and sucking, leaving behind hickeys that were sure to embarrass her later. His thrusts became wilder and less controlled as he chased his own release. He fisted the pillow beneath her head, grunting against her neck as his abdomen tightened, white dots decorating his vision. He kept going, moving on primal desire, until something snapped. His mind went blank and fogged as his body shuddered, his nerves cracking like they’d turned into life wires.

He reached his high and tumbled over the edge while kissing her, his fingers curling into fists around duck feather pillows, his knuckles white under the pressure. With a final thrust and a deep groan, he buried himself in her, his hips nestling tightly against hers. Ivory ribbons decorated her walls and filled her, and his tongue wrestled with hers.

Sirius waited until his vision cleared and her nails had lessened their hold before pulling out, leaving her feeling empty, sore, and satisfied. He fell onto his side, thankful for the cool sheets against his heated skin. With an arm wrangled around her waist, he dragged her against him, making her squeak and stare wide-eyed at him.

His fingers were buried in her hair again, dragging her mouth to his so he could kiss her with the fire of a thousand suns. Emalia couldn’t explain what it invoked; she couldn’t have imagined this moment.

They lay in a tangle of limbs, one of his arms around her, strong, pinning her to the wall of his chest, the other buried in her hair and refusing to release her lips. She cradled his face with one hand, nails of the opposite hand pressing into his chest. Their lips were inseparable.

It was comfortable.

And she wanted more.

#sirius black #sirius black x original character #sirius black x ofc #sirius black x emalia grace #sirius black smut #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black one shot #ride or die kinda love

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༺Beautiful Dangerous༻

a slashxreader fanfiction

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Chapter Nine

Too Young to Fall in Love

Track: Too Young to Fall in Love - Motley Crue

Barely 18 years old and you believed to have found yourself in the hottest summer of your life. Caught between the crosshairs of the muddy LA rock scene in a twisted love triangle between yourself and Slash and yourself and drugs. Had Slash been fully sober and un addicted himself at the time of your first hit, he would have never allowed you to follow through with being roped into Stevens medicinal debauchery.

But Slash could barely help himself, let alone you. It had been a tug of war since he laid eyes on you. Something so soft and so delicate, he didn't want to dirty you. Make you like himself. Although it did turn him on to see you so carefree and happy. To see you happy was as much as he could offer in the midst of his own addiction. His relationship with drugs had only gotten more intense and you happened to be tangled in the middle.

Sex on smack was otherworldly however, and that- neither the two of you could deny or attempt to stop. Sex alone with him was magic all itself, but once it was fed the fusion of smack and blood hungry lust, there was no stopping it. The two of you were not only addicted to the drugs, but each-other. Of course, you didn't know this. You didn't know the gravity of your own demise. No, you were entirely too happy and in love to acknowledge something like that. As far as anyone outside of your little world of rock and roll knew, you'd maybe gotten addicted to coke-a-colas. “The caffeine”- you'd say, when Daisy noticed your upbeat in energy.

You had become exceptionally skilled, with the aid of Dave, at sneaking out or finding excuses to be away from the house.

"I joined a summer charity campaign with a local shelter. No of course you haven't heard of them, they're transplanted from New York, under the firm direction of the governor for tax purposes.”

Daisy hadn't ever put it past you to be capable of making up such a twisted lie, but she sure as shit wasn't going to join you. But, you had been beginning to feel a sort of animosity from her lately. Too many close calls, or missing outfits from her closet. You couldn't help yourself. You spiraled this tornado of passion. You'd do just anything to get to be with Slash.

It was another night that you and Slash had hitch hiked your way down to the beach. With sunset emerging into a deep blue hour. An unpopulated strip of silver soft sand shimmering in the moonlight. The beach was a tucked away secret to most, unless you had known LA your entire life like slash. The night was cooler but still hot. You had stripped down to your bare essentials lately to sake of heat. A pair of blue daisy dukes and a thin gingham blouse.

No smack tonight. Earlier in the day had sufficed and you weren't at the point of illness without it. No, nothing but raw human beings tonight. Slash watched you dance through the shallow calm waves as they licked your legs. He smirked lowly through his dark curls and lit cigarette- as was usual. It was quiet. It hadn't been quiet in a long time. You closed your eyes and inhaled the salty mist. Dancing haphazardly in small tip goes along the shoreline. Unbeknownst to you, a watchful Slash stay gazing at you desperately. With every little twirl in the sand, your fingers outstretched in the night air, your hair, twisting around you like a shadowed veil.

You call out to him in your loneliness. "Slash!" You giggle out in your twirl. "Slaaaash! Come here!" You call to him with your arms. Flashing a smile to him. "I don't wanna get all wet now sweetheart." He replies with a smirk, eyeing you. His resistance to your charm was extremely penetrable. Like a house of cards, the blow of your smile knocked him over. You deny his answer and call again - "pleeeaaaase! slash!" You run to the front of him where he's made camp on a single homeless towel. Just out of his reach you dance in your begs. "Dance with me." You beg to him. He laughs at your silliness. "I'm no dancer baby." He laughs out. "Slash- you must- you must DANCE! Don't deny the rhythm!" You tease. He smiles and shakes his head. "You're nuts you know that?" He chuckles out at you. You don't care. There's nothing to worry about here. Right now, the two of you, is all that mattered. "SAUL!You're breaking my heart!" You tease again. Pushing him to his breaking point, he smiles wide and abandons his previous claims to relaxing to jump up and try to grab you, to which you evade and teasingly dance away. A chase unfolds of you screeching in delight and fear as you race towards the ocean. Your legs carry you to no avail and Slash is wrapping you up in his arms and twirling you up. His big arms surround you. He cheekily burys his face in your neck and attacks you with his lips. Your squeals of laughter subside and his lips envelope yours with that familiar softness. Your lips ebb and flow on eachother like the waves beneath you. You pull back to look at him as he sets you down. You match your hand to his. Your hand is made to seem so small in comparison to his massive muscular hands. Locking fingers as he stares into you. His finest possession in the world. Everything he has ever wanted, right in his fingertips.

"Slash..I love you..." you spill out the words without thought. He smirks down at you. His arrogant, devilish smirk, that he so carries with him wherever he goes. That smirk that lit your soul on fire from the very day in the record store. Minimal silence passes before he replies softly. "I love you too." He says as he brings his fingers to cup your face. You feel nothing but heaven on earth right now. No drug could truly compare to this. This fire that he built inside you, it burned day and night, kindled by even a sliver of his face peering out behind the curtain of deep dark frizzy curls.

Was this a dream? No, it was real life. But sometimes even in real life, you must also wake up.

#gnr #slash #slash gnr #saul hudson #slash fanfiction #slash x reader #gnr smut #gnr x reader #slash smut #saul hudson x reader

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difeisheng · 5 months

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各位蓮絡人們，新年快樂! it's been a slower winter holiday for me, but to start off the continued MLC brainrot in 2024, have a draft snippet with di feisheng's thoughts from a fic i'm chipping away at (inspired by @redemption-revenge's ideas on difang and archivist!fang duobing).

the first thing one might note if they were to enter the imperial archives of the great xi, housed in an unassuming wing of the palace grounds, is that they are far too dark. the windows, grand and admirable as they are in an effort to capture the sun, are not enough to illuminate the rows upon rows of shelves taller than any man. fit to be a forest they are, books, scrolls, coiled slips of bamboo lay stacked upon each. some neatly, others in haphazard formations to the side of an aisle or path, no resting place designated for them yet. the records all fall in as one, draped in shadow save for those in reach of the carefully set lanterns and candles.

these lights— poor but determined substitutes for that of the day— flicker disturbed by one's passing in otherwise still air, and perhaps that is the second thing to notice: that any breeze serves only to push around dust and the scent of old paper. other open, towering libraries and halls of learning are far more renowned, where one may enter and seek out like minds, or some to hear new theories from. archives such as this, important though they are for the dynasty's repository of knowledge, are to too many considered tedious. they house no great collections of classics or poetry, in lieu of concerning themselves with careful records and documentation. the average scholar would consider this building unworthy of visit, unless someone required a history on some person, or village, or particular official collation of such and such event. it is evidenced in the isolated sound of creaking shelves, the steps of only a few individuals in the entirety of the complex. this deserted quiet would be the third thing.

all that di feisheng's attention rests on, however, is the form of fang duobing.

he darts between cramped bookcases with ease, strides down aisles guided by instinct over senses. there is none of the carefree, ceaseless monologue to his presence, only his footfalls on stone, and so di feisheng is left with nothing but to trace his steps through this labyrinth in matched silence. for all that he'd met di feisheng for the first time in years with words chosen by purpose, not impulse, fang duobing had never struck him as one to keep his thoughts tucked away inside his head.

what happened to the young master with a voice of unwary privilege, making himself known to anyone who could listen? it took him too long to recognize fang duobing by the river's edge the day before, silent and solitary, the two of them studying one another for a frozen moment like any two strangers on the roads of the jianghu.

somewhere in the time gone by, cut by two paths of grief diverging, di feisheng missed the time that wore away fang duobing's rougher edges. not only with the learned hold to his tongue; the man before him stands taller, more confidence sketched in the fall of his walk and the grip of erya in one hand. if i gave you ten years, di feisheng told him once, you would be able to parallel me. in some ways, measured in more than their weapons, perhaps fang duobing has already risen to his level.

the same constant of a ponytail springs with each step, though. something still boyish hangs about him, as fang duobing's silhouette disappears around corners of this endless hall.

something once-familiar on a different figure, and so all too abruptly, between one instant and the next does the image of fang duobing blur into another.

this reunion between two of them should have a third, yet like the portrait that still hangs in baichuanyuan, an image unchanging, all they have is the recollection of how he walked away. seven years, and still unfound. seven years gone, left for somewhere no one could follow, and di feisheng tried to anyway but all he achieved is that now even fang duobing walks ahead (too far; when did di feisheng's footsteps falter?) and once is a joke, twice is shame, third is—

"老笛，你還在嗎?" fang duobing's boots scuff to a stop, and di feisheng blinks, illusion shattered. "we're almost there."

no, he isn't li xiangyi. it would be unjust of di feisheng to think otherwise.

back then, he never believed fang duobing could stand where li xiangyi once did, either. how time wears down the blade of a remark once-sharp, turned to something that could be almost merciful in how fang duobing looks back at him. equal parts concern, and curiosity.

"我在," di feisheng says, returned to the present, and fang duobing carries on.

#it's not much yet and i'm probably going to continue tweaking this bit but #oh i miss difang #happy new year mlc fandom #also #yeah the dialogue is in chinese for now it's not gonna stay that way. uhhhh probably. maybe. listen it's 2am #but their exchange is ''lao-di，are you still here?'' and ''i am''#mysterious lotus casebook #difang #di feisheng #fang duobing #ashton writes fic

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starclast · 7 months

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NSR: SOUL EATER AU 🌜

Ever since I saw a Soul Eater AU fanart made by @Anger-ey...I couldn't stop thinking about it 😅 So I tried to come up with what would the NSR characters would be in such an AU!! (P.S: Its been a little while since I last saw Soul Eater, so if there's any mistake you find, please take that into account 🙏)

Mayday-weapon, freshmen at the academy. Since the very beginning gave her teachers and potential partners a headache, thankfully, now that is partnered with Zuke is not as dangerous...most of the time. Looks up to Kul Fyra and that's why she decided to enroll in Shibusen ever since she discovered her powers as a weapon. Decided by herself to partner up with Zuke ever since they first met and eventually, managed to convinced him. Though it may seem cliché, her weapon form is a bright red scythe.

Zuke-meister, on his last years at the academy. Sometimes his friends make fun of him for now having a younger partner. During his first year and a few more, he was partnered with EvE, but they fell apart after a certain *incident* while fighting a witch with fire powers. Spent a long while without partner until May came to his life like a storm. Since its known for being a very balanced and serene meister, sometimes teachers ask him to help in demonstration and classes for freshmen students; coincidentally, that's where he met May.

DJSS-weapon, and a very, very powerful one indeed. But much like Excalibur, he is just too picky and too much to handle for anyone. That's why doesn't have a partner at all. Teacher at Shibusen, but not really that excited about his job. his weapon form is a staff with a disk at the end which can control space.

Sayu-witch, and oddly enough, a friendly one. Lives in a small town cheering the villagers with her songs and taking care of a little group of orphans (a.k.a Sayu's team). Only wants to make people happy and spread love around the world; because of that, is really despised by the other witches. Mayday and Zuke try to hunt her but end up sparing her after noticing how important she is to the villagers. Fish motive witch and water powers, still pretty much like a mermaid.

DK West-weapon, to everyone's surprise. Is not affiliated with the Shibusen because he just wants to wander around the world freely, still, if they really need him, would gladly lend a hand. Though he is not really picky about his meister, his life style, carefree personality and flirty demeanor has made a lot of people deny a possible partnership. his weapon form is a shadow lantern which controls and attacks by shadow puppets.

Yinu-weapon/human hybrid. Still too young to be taken into missions but her potential has already been acknowledged by the academy. has regulars check ups about her condition and powers because her mother fears it may be too much for her, specially at such a young age.

Mama-weapon, but no longer on duty. During her young days was so powerful that many mistook her as a witch. her husband was her meister and the only partner she ever had. Currently a teacher at Shibusen while training and taking care of her only daughter. her weapon form are strings that can grow thorns and even control the nature around the battlefield. her powers where kind of unstable during her younger years, and that along with the false rumor that she was a witch made it really difficult to find a partner...until she met Papa, of course.

Neon J-meister (still a cyborg though). Teacher at Shibusen and one of the oldest members among them. has experienced the war against witches since practically the beginning. Lost his old partner and most of his body in a battle against a powerful witch. Made the 1010s as a project to be able to fight against witches even if the academy loses all their weapons/death scythes available.

1010-all weapons, all pistols of different powers. What not many know is that they are *artificial* weapons, created by none other than the well known Neon J. Very known and loved around the female population at the academy. Since they are all weapons under Neon J's command, they sometimes take the role of teachers aids and even act like a disciplinary committee to the students.

EvE-weapon, which has conflicted her ever since birth. Used to be Zuke's partner but due to certain *problems* between them and circumstances, they fell apart. Still a student, but over a higher rank than others since she is under the direct command of Tatiana. her weapon form is a mirror which alters the senses of the enemy and can create color living nightmares out of their minds.

Tatiana-weapon, Death Scythe to be more specific. Teacher of high rank at Shibusen. Devoted to justice and order at all cost since she lost her meister to the madness. Tries to maintain all about her past, old *name* and the identity of her last partner a secret, specially to the students. Mayday has given her quite the headaches since she came to the academy, even though these has lessened since she has partner up with Zuke...they have in fact not ended at all. her weapon form is a fire power spear pretty similar to clock hands.

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mmh I don't know if this is really an American term, it's just something I found on google after seeing a movie that I really liked, headcannons related to a "pollyanna" mc that apparently means someone who has the ability to focus only on him positive side and just like in the movie, mc teaches the boys the "happy game" The game is to find something to be happy about in every situation, no matter how bleak it is, I feel that many of the pararai boy lack some uvur optimism for my fav group TWC<3

hello! thank you for your request. i have not heard of this movie before, but what a sweet concept! these moody boys definitely need some cheering up once in a while, haha. please take good care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: naoakira saimon. yohei kanbayashi. ryu natsume. shiki ando.

saimon:

there’ve been plenty of times he’s felt bleak and alone. whether it’s memories of his last love emerging, or feeling helpless seeing his young wards distraught over little things in life, saimon is indeed a sensitive, caring man who tends to place more on his shoulders if it meant relieving someone of it. with this comes a heavier sense of duty on the mind, one he’s not always able to address properly. however, you help him do just so.

in times of distress, you and your sweet words bring a soothing cloud to his jumbled mind. your innocuous game is easy enough, and simple so he’s able to play even if you’re not around. saimon is willing to learn from your positive outlook, finds it useful for when he’s caught up in his own ordeals. he appreciates the way you see the world and hopes to feel as you do someday.

yohei:

the worst things in life are what yohei’s prepared himself for, seeing how often they come to fruition; losing family, fighting for survival, a lost love unrequited. yohei is never quite the optimist you yourself have come to be, but finds himself drawn to the sweet simple way you look at life. there is an envy, almost, his over how happily you go through days, never dragged down by weight of sin’s past. you are never without a hope or a wish.

it’s silly, yohei thinks, this cutesy, wishy-washy game of yours. you want him of all people to play along? it’s only at your insistence (and perhaps kisses) that he begrudgingly agrees to play. he’ll struggle at first, needing your insight to help him decide just why little moments spark joy. it’s a game he’s yet to master on his own. but slowly, slowly, does he learn to play even without your gentle guidance.

ryu:

there isn’t much that brings ryu down. he is utterly carefree and impassive of the things around him, his world being far better to spend time in. he is perhaps a great match for you in this sense, in sharing this ever positive outlook. but even he has secrets of his own, unlike the chaos and play of his usual self. there are times he becomes inexplicably downtrodden, always over memories blurring into millions of fragments. surely your game brightens his day, helps him to realize you’re always there besides him.

games! games! games! if there’s anything ryu likes, it’s a good game. he’s made up plenty on his own, but he’s happy to try yours out. he’s already very good at picking out good and great things that happen in his day — he likes to imagine plucking them like flowers to bring to you later, to prove he’s a master of your fun, happy game. ryu often visits you just to tell of his day and his findings, in every and all detail, and it’s all thanks to you.

shiki:

pessimism is perhaps too familiar a foe for shiki. it is a mindset ingrained in him for so long, he’s hardly known any other way to live. it is with the support of his family that he’s improving as he grows, and knowing you care for him despite all his flaws, too. you two are likely the most unusual pairing, opposites attracting and all. you are every bit as happy as he is gloomy, but somehow you’re able to bring out the best in him regardless.

he takes your game very seriously, wholeheartedly taking account of your thoughtfulness in teaching him. shiki tries his hardest to play even when you’re not around to encourage him, with varying results. but he’s grateful for the second instinct you’ve instilled in him, to look for positives with his negative eyes. he knows he has a lot of work to do to get over his moody disposition, but as long as he has you, your happy game, maybe it won’t be so bad to get through.

#tcw #naoakira saimon #yohei kanbayashi #ryu natsume #shiki ando #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live #paralive #i’m still alive i swear!!#busy busy busy i’m afraid #also may or may not be losing my mind over stone ocean’s final anime batch 🥲#at least we got risotto in all star battle r babey!!! big rice man makes me happy

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kristaline2dmensimp · 2 years

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This is my part of the @onepiece-reader-exchange for @lu-zo-san

Genre wasn't specified, so I'll based it on the prompts itself. (This took too long because we were affected by an earthquake on july 27 a magnitude of 6.8 and its hard to find data connection in the following days and i accidentally deleted my original draft as i was about to post it so i gotta redo. this is rushed cuz its already way past the due date so i feel bad don't feel confident about it)

Doflamingo x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Angst. **UNEDITED**

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You don't understanding him, despite the fact that you've known him for years.

You were already a part of his crew before he became King of Dressrosa and one of the seven warlords.

As a member of the Donquixote family you are one of the many followers who saw his success and the only one to see his weakness.

Others could question how can a cruel and cunning character like Doflamingo, who was also regarded as the ruler of the underworld, could have such humanly things such as feelings.

Something the people who hasn't been with him would say. But you, who had witnessed his vulnerability, would say otherwise.

Like the time you took on the job of Baby 5 for the day. You went into Doflamingo's office to clean, but when you saw him resting on a couch with a book covering his face, you decided to leave and return later. However, before you could turn around to leave, you were startled by a loud gasp followed by a small thud to the ground that made you look back at him.

He was sitting up straight, panting with a heavy sweat waking up from a nightmare. His glasses were placed on the table, allowing you to see the hint of fear reflected in his eyes, but it quickly vanished as he took notice of your presence.

Flinching the moment you two made eye contact. Being one of the executives, you knew fully well that Doflamingo hate being seen vulnerable or yet death awaits. You knew this much from the years of serving him.

In fear of your own life, you tried to move and leave as soon as possible, however your body stood frozen, not fully knowing how to react to what you have just seen.

Calming himself, Doflamingo stood up from the couch and predatoriliy walk towards you. Few feet apart, he took a tight hold of your wrist pulling you in before closing the door, trapping you in between. Thinking this is it for you, you shut your eyes closed awaiting for the pain to come.

"Open you eyes, (y/n)."

Surprised, you hesitantly opened them to see Doflamingo intense gaze staring right back at you.

"I'll let you off this once and you better not tell any souls about it." He warned before letting your wrist free from his hold.

"Yes, Young master." You stutterd out a quick reply watching him go back to sit on the couch before you left the room completely.

It leaves you bewildered as to why he let's you off so easily without some kind of consequences.

Soon after that incident, you were ordered to be by his side at all times. Every meetings to accompanying him to his every voyage, you'll be always be by his arm's length.

Your relationship with Doflamingo gradually improved over the time you spend with him. Discovering something new you didn't know about him yet he still left you confused.

He hates people testing his patience, yet tolerates your tardiness at the palace. His laid back and carefree personality really differ from his violent and blood thirsty act.

Praising you for a job well done, a small rewards from time to time as you rely him some useful information and just by accompanying him from his voyage made you smile.

He wasn't one to initiate. But sometimes, just sometimes. There were times where he'd be the one to make the first move. His innocent like touches around you made you feel some kind of things.

Not knowing until its too late, you've already fallen for him leading you to seek his presence more.

Doflamingo was no fool, he knew how exactly you see him. Those soft subtle look you 'discretely' send his way and how you were so easily pleased with just a small gift coming from him really amuse him.

You didn't expect, your relationship with him as a loyal subordinate will lead to something more when he decided to indulge you in your own fantasy.

It all started out as a simple kiss driven by the tension in the room that lead to a night of pleasure.

....

"I'll be gone for a while for the warlords meeting with viola and some of the executives, ill see you again the night after it." Doflamingo said reaching for the bottle of liquor at the bedside table.

At the mention of the name, you unconsciously tightened your grip at the blanket covering the both of you. A thought that kept gnawing at the back of your head for the past months came to mind.

Biting your lip, you look at yourself and at Doflamingo whose drinking liquor beside you. Gathering some courage, you hesitantly open your mouth and asked.

".....What about her?"

"Who?" He replied as if he really don't know who you referring to.

It's no secret that viola and Doflamingo has something going on and this thing going on between you and the said male for the past months were never known by anyone in the family.

Even with the knowledge of him and voila. How did it lead to this? Why do you ever let it come this far? You have no idea.

Lost in the pleasure and bliss of being with the man you love, you push the slight guilt at the very back of your head, and had now turned around to bite you back at this very moment.

"You know you are still sleeping with me when you are dating." You clarified tearing your gaze away from him.

"..Oh well." 'He nonchalantly replied after a brief pause before standing up from the bed you shared to get dressed and left. Leaving you alone like usual.

An act you should've got used to, but why do you feel worse everytime he do so?

The guilt of your selfish act ignoring anything around you lead by your own emotions is coming at you at full force, completely devouring each of your thoughts.

You knew full well, that this was purely for his own entertainment, yet you can't bring yourself to escape its grasp. You're well aware that you brought this upon yourself, but something inside you doesn't sit right. You hope even for a moment, Doflamingo will hold such affection towards you. However, that was a pointless wish.

The time when he just randomly seek for your attention, you thought it could be something and it made you feel happy. However, turns out it was actually nothing.

Taking a deep breath, you wiped away the tears that was threatening to spill from your eyes before taking a rest.

The pain of this unrequited love and the overwhelming guilt you felt was too much to bear.

.....

Morning finally came, and you've finally made up your mind.

The moment they departed, you did something you never thought you would ever think of doing.

You left leaving no words behind. You could only imagine how furious Doflamingo will be if he found out.

#one piece #donquixote doflamingo #x reader #onepiece-reader-exchange #one piece x you

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unikittybigbrightworldau · 11 months

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Citizens of Botania

Head over to Botania and rustle up your leaves as I tell about the folks who live there.

(I know- that was bad.)

Lucinda Fox is Dr. Fox’s great grandmother, and she seems to be the matriarch of the clan. She and many other foxes reside in the Verdant Forest, Botania’s forest area (with both deciduous and coniferous trees in it), in a neighborhood called Fox Hollow. As you can probably tell from her coat, science runs in the family; back in her day, she discovered five new elements and made the earliest motherboard. She also had a hand in designing environmentally-friendly power systems. She still continues to explore the world around her today, and she has a close bond with her tight-knit family.

Lucinda’s two children are Jessie, Dr. Fox’s grandmother, and Jay, her great-uncle. Jessie has a degree in environmental science and took Dr. Fox to Botania’s natural history museum when she was a little kid. She created a device to measure and keep track of soil fertility. She’s a stylish and lighthearted woman. Jay likes to feed birds and let them land on his fingertips. He’s a lights operator who works at the Flytrap Theater in Botania’s well-known theater district. He’s carefree, much like Jessie. Jay and Jessie are twins.

Forrest, Felix, Don and Rosemary are Jay’s children and the cousins of Dr. Fox’s dad, Benton. Forrest Fox studies physics and loves being outdoors, all the way down to sleeping outside. Felix Fox is a mathematician who’s logical yet compassionate. He can’t see very well out of one of his eyes. Donaldo Fox, or Don, is the only known member of Dr. Fox’s family who is actually licensed to practice medicine, and does it professionally. He cooks pastas and veggies in his spare time. He's all about the truth, so he can't stand when people don't get facts right. Rosemary Fox, or Rosie, is a mirthful teacher with a sharp memory. She teaches at a general school, which means she teaches basic life skills to young kids. One of her students just so happened to be Rose, and they’ve always joked about the likeness of their names.

Vita Fox is Dr. Fox’s older sister. Like her cousin Lila, she lives by herself, and her home isn’t too far from where her relatives live. She likes to skate, and she also studies the behavioral habits of people. She’s generous, selfless, and is close with her family just like her great grandma. She and her sister were close when they were younger. To this day, she thinks about her a lot.

Then, there’s Needle Herichon, the sea urchin who ruined the lives of many Marevians. I put him here because he’s now in a banishment hold a ways away from Botania. It’s a lifeless place that Marevi and Botania lock up their worst offenders in. He is controlling, dishonest, and doesn't care what happens so long as it benefits him. He won't admit that, though. He's a social urchin who has no problem talking with other people. However, he's also selfish and hungry for fame. He married Celina and built Spike with her just to get achievement points. He was known for disrespecting their boundaries, as well as the boundaries of other people. He also tried to force Celina to stay with him, and start a "family blog" without her and Spike's approval more than once. He also lured a sea monster to a marketplace, hoping a battle would win Celina back. The Doom Lords are attempting to break Needle out so they can try convincing him to join their ranks, with the name Master Deceit. His headcanon voice? Hadrian from Minecraft: Story Mode.

Lord Terran Monarch is the fairy ruler of Botania. He acts as a conscience towards his people and does his best to guide them down the path of life. He's selfless, environmentally aware, and very hail-fellow-well-met. He'll do what he can to ensure that the world will have a future to protect. Lord Terran is also good friends with King Nettle and Queen Moonlily, just like Botania is with Marevi. He wears glasses that help him see and read; without them, he can’t see at all.

Zora is a dragontail butterfly and a close friend to Kira. He doesn’t like being in just one place for very long, nor does he like getting wet. He travels around Botania’s desert and grassland areas. He is able to fly at great speeds, which makes him hard to spot. Moving at quick paces, Zora gets easily impatient and bored. But, he's a loyal and sympathetic friend and a resilient guy.

Allegra is another one of Kira's friends. She is a graceful performer who is regarded as one of the most beautiful fairies in her tree. She is a skilled trapeze artist, and she's part of the circus at her school. She is the peppiest and liveliest in Kira's friend group, and she loves when people watch her flip and swing. Trapeze isn't an easy art, and Allegra isn't a trapeze expert. She sometimes falls down, but she doesn't let her misses define her.

Bia is also part of Kira's friend circle like Zora and Allegra. Though feisty, she is inventive and problem-solving, and she tinkers with things she finds in the nature that surrounds her. She fixes things and also makes sure that they don't leave behind waste or use lots of energy. She has also created other things, such as wing aids to help her fly. She's never been able to feel her wings. Her headcanon voice is Tink from the Tinker Bell movies.

Fern is one of Kira's five siblings. More specifically, he's an older brother of hers. He is a farmer who is learning to care for crops and plants. He has no problem with getting dirty when he works. He's considerate, so he checks in on Kira most often.

Kira and Fern were raised by their grandmother, Emi. She is a funny and sweet woman who likes to draw pictures. Her works are hung up in restaurants and libraries in the tree. Much like Kira, she likes having fun, so she's always up for some playtime. She also helped the siblings stay safe. As for Kira's other brothers and sisters, they were brought up by her uncle.

Desiree is a deer/mole hybrid known for selling tickets at cinemas and amusement parks. She lives to experience things, so in her time off, she heads in to see a flick or hop on a ride herself.

In Botania, the Gemflowers are the only people whose names are based on what they are. In their case, it's either their flower or their gemstone. Rose is a dashing Gemflower who's fine with being called either Rose or Ruby. They're also fine with being referred to as a he, she, they, it, or something else. He's energetic, vehement, and is good at chasing monsters or beasts away. They've considered joining the Bramble Wall, which defends Botania by doing that. They're also friends with Fern.

Carnation is an investigative young lass who says something important when no one expects it. She is technically siblings with Snapdragon, the sound effects artist for the Petalstones. Like her, she was created in a lab by Dr. Fox's aunt Daisy. People who Carnation is friends with, such as Allegra and Bia, know this, but she'd never brag about it.

Sapphire is an early bird who never seems to run out of stamina. He likes to work out every morning and makes sure he's getting enough sunlight. He lets fairies and insects rest on the top of his head flower.

Cherry Blossom is a friend of Kira's. He's sweet on one side but sour on the other. He's generally courteous, like Botanians usually are. But on some days, he'll be direct and open, and on others, he'll be tired and want to be left alone. He's always moving forward.

Freesia is a Gemflower who's only a young kid. She's innocent and a little bit superstitious. She often goes to hug the fairy trees, believing it'll make her wishes come true.

Moonstone is an instinctive friend of Kira's who also likes to call herself Brugmansia. She's an animal lover, just like her. She doesn't take kindly to people who don't show basic decency. She shows respect like most others, but knows that she doesn't owe anyone that respect.

#Unikitty!#Unikitty: Big Bright World #AU #alternate universe #my ocs #oc #ocs #Botania #Zora #Allegra #Bia

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charles-and-camilla-fanfictions · 2 years

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Happy Reunion (2/2)

Part two of the lovely story from Betty!

Never had they ever said goodbye without having fixed whatever things might have been going on between them and she had regretted it once the plane had taken off. She had tried to call them immediately after they had arrived at their home for the upcoming week but, as usual, he didn't answer his mobile phone and it was hopeless trying to get him at the Castle of Mey. At the end of the day she had called Ranjid, one of his closest assistants who always knew where he was and who had kindly told her that His Royal Highness had gone for a long walk in the Highlands early this morning. She had asked him to kindly let The Prince know that she had arrived safe and sound and that she was going to try and ring him the next day.

But much to her surprise it had been him to give her a call back in the evening - at first, she had feared that their argument was going to go on and probably get even worse - but the shy and uncertain way he whispered, "Hello Darling" into the receiver made clear that he must have been feeling just as miserable as her. His voice sounded so sad and vulnerable that it brought tears to her eyes immediately.

"I'm so sorry, Darling!" Camilla said, desperately trying to fight back tears but of course Charles noticed and seconds later they were both sobbing, assuring each other how sorry they were, how much they loved each other and that they were never going to fight again once they were reunited.

From then, they had spoken on the phone at least twice a day, promising each other the sweetest things, which had made her feel like a young girl in love again. The feeling of butterflies in her stomach had increased day by day and the closer the reunion with her husband had come, the faster her heartbeat had got - her fitbit had shown. And now that she was finally here and knew that she would be lying in his arms in only a few moments, feeling him again, smelling him again, kissing him again, she felt almost dizzy and couldn't stop smiling.

Finally the car stopped in front of the ever so familiar house that immediately brought back so many happy memories of the most wonderful, jolly and carefree days full of love and laughter... Camilla was sure that she had never been happier to be here. The driver opened the door and she got out of the car, closing her eyes for a moment, inhaling the fresh air and the wonderful smell of all different sorts of herbs and flowers which were in full bloom at this time of the year. She could also hear the soothing humming of the bees from not too far away and felt at ease immediately. The driver took her luggage and disappeared into the house and Camilla was just about to go inside, too, when suddenly someone covered her eyes from behind.

At first, she wanted to scream in shock but not even a second later she heard an all too well-known voice tenderly whispering, "Welcome home, Your Royal Highness." followed by an irresistibly soft kiss on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck that made her shiver immediately.

"Darling!", she exclaimed in delight, turned around and greeted her husband with a proper kiss, before she let herself fall into his arms.

"I've missed you so much!" Charles sighed after a few minutes and looked at her full of love and kind of wonderstruck. They had been separated for less than two weeks but to him it had felt like ages - and she seemed to have become even more beautiful. He had, indeed, missed her terribly, and holding her like that again, kissing her, looking into those sparkling blue eyes, finally made him feel alive again. "I'll never let you go again!" He declared and gave her another extra tight hug in order to underline his words which made her giggle.

"You're crazy, darling!" She replied, shaking her head in amusement.

"I am," he agreed, adding seriously, "for you." Which caused her to laugh once more. He watched her full of pride and joy; he loved her so much and he was so happy and relieved to finally have her with him now and he swore to God and himself to do his very best to make the upcoming weeks the happiest of her life.

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badendjunction · 1 year

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It wasn't supposed to end this way.

(angsty with ambiguously happy end)

Nie Huaisang had lost everything due to Meng Yao. He lost his peaceful life of painting fans and reading erotica. He'd lost his late morning and relaxing evenings. He'd lost the one he held closest to him, his Da-ge. He'd lost so much and struggled to stay afloat mentally.

How does one repay such a disservice? Publicly shaming them, humiliating them, and ruining their life, of course!

How can one lone head-shaker accomplish such a task, however?

With the two strongest cultivators in the world. Whether they be alive or dead.

Everything had gone flawlessly to his plan. Meng Yao died. His own actions, while obvious, were unable to be proven. His once failing sect was on a rapid incline. Yet… Yet he was alone. No one stood by his side. No one spoke to him after the betrayal. Xichen had gone into seclusion, and while his sect was no longer in shambles... He had no one left to call friends.

This wasn't what he deserved. He deserved the life he'd lived as a child. Carefree… lazy… happy.

This is where Jiang Cheng came into view. An honest man. Strong, hardworking, so full of revenge and the need for justice that Huaisang couldn't help but see a version of his brother in the other Sect leader. They start slow, exchanging letters, Nie Huaisang offering for Jiang Cheng to visit. Jiang Cheng (reluctantly) offering for Nie Huaisang to visit.

Nie Huaisang didn't want to play games anymore. He wanted someone to share his everything with. Someone to shield him publicly while Nie Huaisang worshiped them - while Nie Huaisang sent his minions to protect silently.

Who else would understand his pain than a man who'd already lost everything?

Jiang Cheng is hesitant to trust him. They'd known each other moderately well when they were kids, but that's just it - they were kids. Someone changes a lot in almost 2 decades… Wei Ying doesn't keep his mouth shut either, so Jiang Cheng learns everything whether he wants to or not.

He's hesitant to let Nie Huaisang close, but even more so to keep him at a distance. Who knows what the head-shaker is actually capable of.

The first time Huaisang visits he's not the bubbly child he was in the cloud recesses, nor is he the passive smiling face that hid behind a fan from just a year ago. He keeps his fan up but his eyes are downturned, he wears a frown as they walk the waterline, the pier, the training grounds.

Finally Jiang Cheng snaps; if he's so miserable than he shouldn't of come.

Huaisang is startled but doesn't have a quick retort. Nor a slow retort for that matter. His shoulders droop and his grip on his fan tightens, "Sorry.. I'm just thinking."

"Whatever. It's time for dinner. Join me or don't." Except Nie Huaisang doesn't. Jiang Cheng feels too many things about that; like how rude it is to deny a host, how his stomach twists with worry about the other sect leader, and also anger that he actually chose not to show up! it wasn't really an option!

He finds Huaisang sulking on the pier, sat in a little ball, arms around his knees, fan folded at his side. He looks around and spots the crane fishing out in the water. Oh yeah, that's right. He likes birds… "I didn't actually mean don't show up for dinner…"

"Ah, Jiang Cheng… sorry… I didn't-" He pauses as he thinks of his words. "I didn't mean to offend you. I was just…" he sighs softly, "I didn't want to burden you more with my presence.. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

Jiang Cheng struggles to say that he's not a burden. While financially and physically he's not, the possibility of this all being mind games and Nie Huaisang having some ulterior motive to the sudden friendship does burden his mind heavily. "You don't have to leave… you planned to stay a week didn't you? You've not even been here a full day."

Nie Huaisang stares longingly out into the water, the frown still etched on his face. "You wanted to be a Sect leader, right…? From a young age you were raised knowing it'd all be yours one day…" if his glum expression and distant gaze didn't state how sad he was, the tone in his voice does. It reminds him of a past he doesn't want to think about.

"Yeah, what of it?" Jiang Cheng bristles, guard still up, perhaps even up a little more since Wei Wuxian had explained everything to him.

Nie Huaisang simply shrugs, his fingers toying with the ends of his robes as his chin rests on his knees. "Just… thinking out loud I guess…"

They sit there for a little while, well past the time the sun has set and the moon reflects on the water's surface - all in silence. Comfortable silence on Huaisang's part. "It's weird to think how much everything has changed since we studied in Gusu…"

"tsk, of course it has. that was almost two decades ago."

"I wish we could go back to those days…"

"I do too." Jiang Cheng blurts out before he's able to bite his tongue and swallow down his true feelings on the matter. How could he not? His mother… his sister… his family all together again… He looks over to Huaisang and for the first time truly sees. The broken expression that's been there all along. Typically barely concealed behind a fan. "We can… reminisce some time…" An offering, an olive branch.

Nie Huaisang rests his head on his arm and looks to Jiang Cheng, studying him for just a moment before a weak smile crosses his lips. "I… I'd like that."

#nie huaisang #jiang cheng #chengsang #mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #sangcheng #angsty #drabble #kinda depressing

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sohannabarberaesque · 1 year

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In a post-dive discussion between Peter Potamus and Captain Caveman

PETER POTAMUS, somewhat excitedly: I just could not help but feel impressed--IMPRESSED!!--at such diving style for a hairy-looking guy like yourself!

CAPTAIN CAVEMAN: Unga-bunga ... diving come naturally to Cavey! Back in prehistory, our kind was known to dive quite often for subsistence--fish, clams, oysters, shells, sometimes finding pearls or using shells as wampum material! But was known, too, to dive for sport and fun!

PETER POTAMUS: Might there have been a ritual element to the diving among your kind in the day?

CAPTAIN CAVEMAN: Was not uncommon for our kind to learn diving from young age, almost from birth! Was not uncommon to be nursed by our mothers underwater ... coming-of-age exercises also included a diving element, mainly to build courage and skill! Involved diving down to about 20 feet or so, and surfacing on one breath of air ... and sometimes was known to incorporate weird feelings between legs!

PETER POTAMUS: A soft erection, I take it.

CAPTAIN CAVEMAN: Was bound to happen at any rate ... but rather beautiful part of learning facts of life, if indirectly! Have known of many fellow cavemen of my tribe having such erections while diving, even releasing such feelings without embarrassment! Come to think of it ... I've had such wonderful releases underwater, feeling good all along!

PETER POTAMUS: [Chuckling] It's pretty much bound to happen to all of us at one time or another; in fact, when I'm in certain unmapped parts of Polynesia, I can't help but notice such carefree natives having such wonderful feelings as they do!

CAPTAIN CAVEMAN: Unga-bunga ... hopefully, could learn more sometime!

[You can imagine the rest]

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@warnerbrosentertainment @joey-gatorman @theweekenddigest @xdiver71 @archive-archives @thylordshipofbutts @screamingtoosoftly @princessgalaxy505 @themineralyoucrave @thebigdingle @warnerbros-blog1 @iheartgod175 @jellystone-enjoyer @railguner34 @warnerbrosent-blog

#hanna barbera #vignette #unlikely conversation #unlikely pairings #peter potamus #captain caveman #diving #diving experience #prehistoric diving #discover diving #hannabarberaforever

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wereh0gz · 1 year

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OC lore dump because. Yes

I already talked about Eterna's creator deity, Null and The Little Traveler (that was. Months ago. Lmao) so now it's about time I talk about Zephyr, Sage, and Siren, the world's Guardians.

Let's start with some general facts.

Each one has a specific "domain" they watch over and protect- the skies, the earth, and the oceans, respectively. Each one is specifically attuned to their domain, with their appearances and powers being influenced by it. They are not bound to them, though. They can explore as much of the world as they wish (to the extent their physical limitations will allow.) Their appearances are also somewhat influenced by the creatures and people they have met over the many, many years they have existed, so they didn't always look the way they do now.

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Zephyr, Sage, and Siren didn't exist when the world or the universe were first created. In fact, they were made long after the first sentient creatures came along. There's a lot of myths surrounding how exactly they came to be. Some say they are lost souls who died among the elements they now watch over and control, given a new lease on life by Null who took pity on them. Others think Null just made them outright for the sole purpose of protecting their elements from the greedy who choose to exploit nature.

They're all the same age, a couple hundred thousand years old (which I'll say is the god equivalent of late teen-young adult in this universe. Time gets funky when you live forever.)

They don't remember how or why exactly they were born, and, frankly, none of them really care. The circumstances of their creation aren't too relevant to their current lives. They're mostly worried about the world slowly dying from the Penumbra.

Now moving on to more specific facts about each Guardian, in order from when they first meet The Little Traveler.

Starting off with Zephyr!

Zephyr is the Guardian of the Skies. He watches over the atmosphere, up until where the air meets space. He's made up of solid clouds, so his form can shift slightly, dissipate, or even produce rain, lightning, or snow when needed. He's very light and cool, and if you were to touch him, it would almost feel like there's nothing there at all. Some say he is a piece of the sky itself given eternal life.

He has full control over the winds and the weather. He can summon great storms at will, though sometimes he'll summon them involuntarily if angered or saddened enough. He's usually very chill and carefree, though, but that demeanor only came after many years of being unable to control his emotions or the storms that came from them.

He's a bit playful and quite sociable. Most people see him as strange for a deity, as he'll regularly visit villages and towns to rest after a long flight or to talk to people and make friends. You wouldn't really expect that from such a powerful being. It makes him quite well known among what remains of the population, and though he's still revered as a deity, some people see him a bit more like the person that he really is. He doesn't like being worshipped, anyway, so he doesn't mind his relationship with people being as casual as it is. In fact, that's exactly how he wants it to be. He often calls himself lazy, but he can be more determined than anyone, given the right motivation.

He enjoys flying, adventuring and exploring (especially when it's with Sage and Siren), and chatting about said adventures. Sometimes he likes to test how high up into the sky he can fly. He can reach high enough to see the stars beyond, even in the day, but that's about as far as he can go. He doesn't get to do the things he likes much anymore, though, due to the all-consuming darkness taking over Eterna.

When he first meets The Little Traveler, he is the only Guardian who remains. He doesn't know what happened to his siblings, but he fears the worst, and is on a quest to find and save them. But he's at his wit's end, having exhausted himself fighting off Umbral Beasts and keeping what remains of civilization safe.

If I had to give him a voice, I'd say he sounds a lot like Pit from Kid Icarus: Uprising.

Next up, Siren!

Siren is the Guardian of the Oceans. She watches over Eterna's oceans, down to their deepest, darkest depths. Her body is made entirely out of liquid, so she will freeze or evaporate depending on the temperature in the environment. Her form is very malleable, able to change shapes at will, and will blend in with surrounding water almost perfectly. Despite her fish-like appearance and lack of legs, she can move out of water just as easily as she can in it by swimming through the air itself.

She can easily control the water around her, able to create large waves and change the tides by just raising a fin, and can draw out water molecules from the air and condense them into liquid form. She can also create ice or burning steam at will. She can swim at great speeds underwater and reach down into the deepest parts of the oceans without the pressure affecting her. (She knows what's down there, but refuses to tell.)

She is energetic and very mischievous, though she's never outright malicious with the tricks she plays on people. She is also confident and headstrong, and not afraid to try something new and take risks, which leads her to butt heads with Sage a lot. Many people see her not as a deity, but as a sea monster, or a force of nature, and she is the least known out of the group because of it. She seems almost unbothered and perhaps even unaware of the majority of the population's perception of her, though.

She enjoys pulling pranks on people, especially sailors at sea, scaring them by causing the water's to become rough suddenly or even pretending to be a monster. She never goes as far as to truly hurt anyone, she just gives them a spook. She also likes to sing, and has a beautiful, almost hypnotic voice, which some believe is how she got her name. Though she greatly enjoys company, she also values her time alone, so sometimes she will swim off as deep as possible and simply remain in the darkness for a while to relax.

A lot of the seas have been consumed by the Penumbra, and by the time Zephyr and The Little Traveler find her, she had already fallen to the darkness. She is frozen inside a cavern by a beach stuck in eternal winter, unable to do anything about the Penumbra except silently pray that her siblings are still safe out there.

This isn't the first time The Little Traveler had seen her, though. They'd been to this cavern before on their adventures, before they met Zephyr. But they thought her frozen body was just a strange ice sculpture, and it wasn't like she could speak to tell them otherwise.

And last but not least, Sage!

I had a hard time coming up with a voice claim for her and Sage, but the recent release of Sonic Prime gave me the perfect voice for her (yes I'm bringing Sonic into this. Shut.) She sounds almost exactly like Rouge the Bat and her Shatterverse counterparts (especially Rebel Rouge).

Sage is the Guardian of the Earth. They watch over Eterna's continents and their flora and fauna. They were once just a sapling who created a body for themselves using their roots, molding it from the dirt, clay, and stone of the land they were once rooted in. They often smell like flowers (usually lavender) and wet earth after rain.

They are fully capable of molding the earth around them, as well as understand and communicate with animals, and grow and control plants to their will. Sometimes grass and wildflowers will sprout from their back when they're in a particularly good mood. Their appearance and energy levels also change depending on the season of the area they may be in. Just like a tree, their leaves will wither and fall during autumn, and they may go into a state of hibernation during winter.

They are very introverted, preferring solitude and the company of the animals and plants around them. They take their duties as deity much more seriously than their siblings, and they are not afraid to raise hell if people harm the nature they were made to protect. Because of this, they are seen as a mysterious being, and some believe they are more volatile and frightening than they actually are. And while they do dislike a lot of what people do and how they can cause unnecessary harm to nature, they don't hate them. Deep down they yearn for a connection with the people of Eterna, but their sense of duty gets in the way of that.

They enjoy order and calm above all else, and especially like listening to the sounds of nature and studying critters as they do their things and go about their lives. They also particularly enjoy creating flower arrangements by growing certain flowers on the ground below them, and making sculptures out of dirt and clay. They prefer their siblings' company in moderation, as they seem to take pleasure in annoying them (especially Siren.)

Their domain is mostly shrouded in the darkness of the Penumbra. They have unfortunately fallen it, their body being consumed by Umbral Rot, leaving them unable to do anything but watch as the world around them- and their own body- rot away in darkness. It's up to Zephyr, Siren, and The Little Traveler to save them.

The Little Traveler had seen them before on their adventures, too. But they couldn't understand Sage's weak cries for help. Their body had deteriorated too much to speak at that point.

The closest I could find to how they sound in my head is Howell Wizard from Bee and Puppycat.

And that's about it for now! Thank you for reading this far! Here's a picture of my cat for your troubles.

#ramblings #oc #original character #the little traveler #zephyr #sage #siren #null #eterna #it's done #these are basically character profiles for the guardians #i love them. i really should make more stuff with them #i tell myself knowing that it's probably not gonna happen #anyways. enjoy

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hi, i’ve tried to write this a few times before and i’m never able to get it to a point where i feel comfortable with someone reading and evaluating it. but basically…. i am a high school senior and i am concerned about the importance and closeness level of a relationship between myself and a young teacher at my school. i am 16 and transmasculine, he is male in his 20s and pretty new to teaching, we kind of feel more like peers than members of a hierarchy even though he has taught multiple of my classes before. and i have recently become a TA for his class which further blurs that line because i am kind of on the authority figure side of things as far as any class hierarchy goes. so anyway:

basically, i have a bad home life, my dad is abusive constantly to my mother and incidentally to myself and my sisters; i don’t tend to feel particularly safe at home and this teacher has known about this since the middle of last year. since then, i have been invited to stay in his classroom anytime he’s in the building (including many hours after school for days on end, but also before school and a few times during my other classes with him excusing my absence, i usually try to make myself useful and set things up for class but often times just sit and talk, or we do our own things quietly in tandem) and he’s kind of been a safe place to go to talk about my life, get advice, and go when i’m really struggling. he’s also just a good friend and a fun person to talk to, and he’s in charge of the club that i’m a member of so even when i don’t have crazy scary things going on and need a place to be we tend to have interaction in a regular school context too once weekly. without the kindness and friendship of this teacher i would not have made it through the past few months as everything has fallen apart further at home, i ran away for a couple weeks, things have really just been unpredictable and scary and i’ve relied on him as a resource a lot including to help excuse me from other classes or help me figure out how to lie to my parents in contexts where it’s necessary.

anyway, i’m just a little nervous that i’m starting to care too much in the wrong way, and that the bounds of a professional relationship really strongly don’t exist in this instance - all my friends kind of passively acknowledge the fact that me and this one teacher have like zero boundaries as far as when i can be there and what we can talk about and they’re all kind of quietly awkward about it. and it’s not like anything is actually inappropriate or that he has ill intent and that’s not what i’m here to ask about at all, please don’t read this as that kind of a question the problem here is my own boundaries. the problem is that he’s like. a really important person to me, but that we interact in such a context with so many different dynamics and reasonings going on that you can’t really view it as a normal friendship, or mentor relationship, or really any normal type of relationship, and then also am afraid of what will happen when i graduate and we don’t see each other anymore, because with the nature of our friendship being school-centric and with an age difference and power difference we aren’t really set up to still know each other a year from now. and i’m not too proud to admit but that i do also have some rather unrealistic fantasies in which he somehow breaks me out of this shell and helps me become a carefree adult and maybe a bit of a crush. i would say it’s pretty one sided but so my problem is just kind of. i care a lot about this person. that’s not what our relationship is supposed to be. and it is both important for my security to keep spending so much time in his room especially right now, and also like. we’re on good terms and i enjoy his company in a teacher way and don’t want to lose one of the only positive relationships i’ve ever had with an adult in my life. and like i said, i’m his TA now and he’s the guy in charge of my club. so it’s not like i can start avoiding him how you’re supposed to when you have feelings you shouldn’t act on or feel like boundaries are being crossed. but i don’t want to cause problems either by somehow making my overcommitment clear and putting him in a position of either hurting my feelings or getting himself in trouble, and i just kind of. i don’t know. we’re close, and he trusts me with a lot of things and i trust him, and i don’t want to put our relationship at risk through having complicated feelings or through backing off to try and change how i feel. and again, it would be really truly unsafe to stop spending so much time with him because the alternative of going home is usually pretty bleak.

so basically i just… have complicated feelings, and don’t know what to do. i really don’t want to lose him, and i would like to keep in contact after high school, but i want to know how to do that in a way that is still appropriate and normal in the context that we actually know each other, even if we know each other a lot more well than other students and teachers that is still the basis of our relationship and i don’t want to mess things up and blur lines further than they already are. but he’s a very important person to me, and as the end of high school is approaching i’m stuck between wanting to stay in touch and continue to lean on him through this time, and wanting to keep things in a normal appropriate bounds for a student and teacher to be close with one another.

i can’t talk to anyone about this in the real world, so i’ve been sitting with it for many months now not sure where to go, when i need an adults advice and what i have to present to them is a list of ways that a teacher has broken rules for me where he could probably get in a lot of trouble like not in a way where i feel like he has crossed boundaries it is quite the opposite but some of the things that he has done to help me or when i was around were definitely not allowed. and i’m not looking to get him in trouble and not trying to have some outside party get involved and try to ask him questions or whatever and it would be really embarrassing and people are quick to read into things so it would just be a scary situation. but like. i need advice on how to deal with the combination of my situation, my feelings, and my future, and i kind of have a single person who gives me advice and it’s him. so i’m kind of reaching out here just hoping that i can have some honest advice from someone who i hope can look at this from a removed standpoint and give me the advice i need about what to do about my feelings and how to keep this relationship professional and normal while also, keeping it in my life. this has been weighing on me since before summer vacation, and it’s difficult to organize my thoughts, so i’m sorry for the long ask but i really appreciate you taking the time to read it and offer me any advice you have. not entirely sure if this blog is still active again, hope you are doing well out there and only taking time to answer these if you have the mental energy for it. best wishes, i appreciate you reading this far!

hey friend, i'm so glad that you were able to write this all down and send it to our inbox. truly! it's not easy at all to do that because it forces you to acknowledge your thoughts + feelings, and to put it all to someone for advice does feel vulnerable. but you did it -- and honestly that can be half the battle sometimes.

you're incredibly self aware and articulate, and I think you've hit the nail on the head in regards to the blurring of professional/personal lines.

how to find a resolution to this though? one way could be to start to slowly branch out a bit with friends. if you're possibly able to find a connection with someone else, someone that you trust and like? it could help you to feel like you have more support, and means you feel a little less dependent on one person.

starting to branch out doesn't mean that you have to ditch the friendship you have with person? if anything, it may end up creating a stronger and authentic relationship because you're more able to clearly define boundaries and you feel more in control over your thought + emotions (instead of heading too far in the other direction and being dependent on them).

just quietly...it sounds like your feelings are complicated now because of how much value is being placed on this one person and this one friendship, sometimes it can cloud our perspective a lil. when we have so much attachment to a person and we place a lot of trust in them, our heart can get a bit confused? if you have real romantic feelings then I definitely would not act on them, but it might be that you just care a lot about this person and what he represents for you: safety, protection, stability, trust.

I'm not judging you -- this situation doesn't sound 'inappropriate' in the sense of a sexual relationship, it doesn't sound like he's taking advantage of you or trying to manipulate you, there aren’t a lot of red flags. however... in spite of what I've just said, it would still be a good idea to break the cycle of attachment/ dependence on someone who's older and an adult and someone in a position of authority over you.

it’s not going to be an overnight solution, this particular issue isn’t likely to resolve itself in a few days time. but start off with the decision to make a few new friends, people who add value to your life. sometimes taking personality tests (like myers briggs) can help with that? if you know what you’re like as a person, it can help you find similar people with similar personality types, and a friendship might be more likely to form and to be positive.

it takes time to make new friends! I’m 29 and I’m the first to admit that it’s something as an adult that I don’t find easy either. but seriously try to make time and put some energy into creating a new friendship, take it one day at a time. let us know how things go for you lovely, all the best xxx

- tash

#advice #16 #friends #friendships #boundaries #professional #school #ta

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