#girl said that she wanted to do little requests aha

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Necromancer 🩸💀

#girl said that she wanted to do little requests aha #and here she is with a full illustration #dragon age #dragon age fanart #dorian pavus #dragon age inquisition #dai #dai fanart #print is available

[forever-rogue]

Hello! Could I request something where Eddie is Bi and he’s dating female reader and Eddie used to have a crush on Steve and reader knows and teases him about it such as in the boat where Steve takes off his shirt and throws it at him and reader knows he’s low key freaking out about it and she finds it cute how he reacts. Yk he obviously won’t cheat but he’s reminded of why he had a crush on him, that kind of thing you know?

AN | Okay but Bi!Eddie is canon to me and it would be so fun to tease him about his little crush 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Bi!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hello handsome,” Eddie practically melted when he heard your sweet voice cut through his thoughts. You walked into the back of his shop, trying not to startle him if he happened to be under a car; luckily you heard him closing a hood before you were greeted with his smile. You weaved your way over to him, all soft and smiley and sugary sweet - a complete contrast to his current environment. You held out an ice cold bottle of water to him, which he eagerly took and started to chug, “figured you could use that today.”

"You're right baby," he closed his bottle and leaned in to give you a wet, minty kiss. You grabbed the front of his coveralls and pulled closer, kissing him again, "you're killing me."

"You've been gone all day," you teased softly, playing with a chocolatey rogue curl that had escaped his bun, "can you really blame a girl for missing her man?"

"Fuck no," he scoffed, "missed you too, baby. You look pretty today."

"You think this looks pretty," you dragged your fingers along the soft fabric of your dress' strap. Eddie was a simple man at the end of the day, and seeing you in a dress sparked some sort of primal urge, "you should see what's underneath."

"You're playing dirty," he groaned, trying to control himself so he didn't get a hard on in the middle of work. He wondered if it was either pretty lingerie or nothing at all. He'd find out soon enough he hoped, "I'm going to get you back for this."

"I hope you do," you patted his chest and gave him a soft, playful little push back, "so -"

"Aha," he sighed dramatically as he often did, "you have an ulterior motive. I should have known."

"Calm down, Edward," you laughed fondly, a sound that seemed to go straight to his heart and made butterflies flutter in his tummy, "its a good thing! I was talking with Steve and Robin today and they suggested we all spend the long holiday weekend at the cabin. What do you think?"

"You've already said yes for us."

"I've already said yes for us," you confirmed sweetly, "I didn't see why not. Unless you can't handle being stuck with your little boyfriend all weekend.”

“Stopppp,” he groaned, cheeks turned a pretty shade of bubblegum pink as tried to pull up his coveralls over his warm face, “I regret ever telling you I had a crush on Steve Harrington.”

“Baby boy, I am not blind,” you pulled the dark blue fabric away from his pretty face, “I know when you’re looking and when you’re looking. I think it’s cute, Eddie. Besides, you have good taste - Steve is a handsome guy.”

“Excusez-moi?” over exaggerated, in a horrible French accent. You loved this absolute dork.

“You didn’t let me finish,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Steve is a handsome guy but you, Eddie Munson, are the handsomest and hottest man alive. My loins burn for you!”

“I…I can’t believe this is how the love of my life, my future wife, and the future mother of my children is acting,” with a hand on his chest, he hung his head and sighed deeply. Meanwhile your heart was rapidly pitter-pattering as your bones felt like jelly at the future wife and mother of my children comment. Eddie, loud and boisterous, had many times declared he was going to marry you and that you’d have all the children you wanted. But hearing it now still felt as electric as the first time. 

“I could say the same for you, future husband and father of my children,” but you were all fond smiles and soft eyes, “I’ll let you get back to it. Don’t work too hard, okay?”

“I’ll be home soon,” he reached for your hand and squeezed it gently, “wanna do Chinese for dinner?”

“Hell yeah,” you cheered excitedly, “I’ll call in and order-”

“And I’ll pick up on my way home,” he grinned.

“Excellent teamwork,” you loved him. You really, really loved him, “don’t forget - this weekend at the lake house!”

“Ugh!” 

He was still grumbling under his breath as you waved and walked out of the garage. How was he going to survive a weekend with you and Steve in bathing suits? He wasn’t going to, short and simple. 

But it would still be fun. Right? Right.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

 “Alright,” Steve Harrington was a natural leader. It was something he’d picked up quickly when he’d begun being everyone’s babysitter. But it was a role that suited him well and he looked so natural standing on the dock in front of the whole gang, arms outstretched as he tried to gather everyone’s attention. You were standing off the right with Eddie, hands entwined and fingers laced together. Robin was square in the middle, Nancy shyly tucked into her side; the newness of their relationship still strong. Jonathan and Argyle rounded out the group along with Chrissy Cunningham. A ragtag group of survivors that had turned to friends to found family. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You knew Eddie was excited to be with everyone but you also knew that he was lowkey freaking out about Steve. Sweet, golden, wonderful Steve that was oblivious to the fact that Eddie had harbored a crush on him for several years before you came along. Steve was his best friend and his former crush, but you were the love of his life. He knew that much, and so did you. It was still just a little fun to tease him. 

“Listen up nerds,” Steve looked between all of you as you started to playfully boo him, “this weekend is all about being lazy and having fun. So, don’t drown, remember sunscreen, and if you’re going to have sex keep it down and safe.”

“Hell yeah,” you heard Argyle and Jonathan snickering among themselves as you pressed a kiss to Eddie’s bare shoulder. Your friends were absolutely ridiculous sometimes but loved them all.

“And don’t forget - bonfires at nine o’clock sharp. There will be s’mores and beers,” that had you all excited, “now go and have fun, children!” 

Everyone started to scatter as you took Eddie’s hand and started to pull him along to the house. He pretended to huff dramatically as you grinned at him. He looked so good with black shorts and a cut off tank, tattoos on full display, dark ink against pale skin. His mess of curls was pulled into a bun at the stop of his head, a few curls framing his face. He had on a pair of black ray bans and beat up vans on his feet, the pure essence of cool. 

“Come on handsome,” naturally he obliged you and let you drag him along, “let’s get changed and go swimming. It’s so hot and the water looks perfect.”

“Did you bring-”

“The red two-piece that has you practically drooling?” you barely managed to get your words out before squealing as Eddie picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, practically running into the house, “Edward! I didn’t even give you an answer!”

“I presume the answer is a big, fat yes?” He opened the door to the room where you would be staying during your trip. You huffed as he gently set you down on the bed before caging you in between his arms and kissing you softly. You leaned into his touch, pressing to pull away from him until you were in desperate need  of a fresh breath of air, “baby, baby, baby.”

“The answer to your question is a big fat no,” he rolled on his back and threw his arms out in mock exasperation, “calm down and let me finish.”

“You’re a cruel mistress!”

“I got a whole new bathing suit,” you rolled onto your stomach so you could face him. You reached up and touched his face, tenderly brushing your fingers along his cheek, “and I think you’re going to like it.”

“Sweetheart, you could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still be the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” your entire face softened at his world and you almost melted into a puddle, “and on top of all that, you’ve got the best and biggest heart of all.”

“And great tits-”

“And great tits,” he confirmed as if there was ever any doubt to that, “you’re the whole package baby. I love you.”

“I love you, Eddie,” you took his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “you are the best man. Just so you know.”

He smiled at you, letting out a small wistful little sigh, “before we get too mushy, let’s get changed and get some sun.”

“That sounds excellent, my love.”

-

Okay. Okay. You hadn't been lying when you'd told Eddie that he would like this bathing suit. Bright pink and looking like it was made for you, fitting just as you liked and showing off all the curves you wanted to. You owned it and that in and of itself made you dangerously sexy. Eddie had to work to make sure he didn't get a hard on in front of everyone; he was glad for the cold water of the lake. He might have been drooling though…that was hard to control when you looked like that.

But - but - it got worse. He didn't think it could get worse than trying to control himself around you but then it did. He wasn't sure whether to curse you, Steve Harrington, or everything out in the universe. 

Once he'd calmed down enough and the two of you were playing around in the water, Steve Harrington came out to join you. He was wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks and nothing else besides a pair of flip flops and sunglasses. He looked good and he knew it. 

And so did Eddie. His eyes raked over Steve's lithe, tan figure, which you quickly caught onto. Eddie studied his golden skin, littered with freckles and delicious chest hair. He swallowed thickly, the lump in his throat enormous.

You hadn't realize that Steve had come out at first but when Eddie suddenly fell silent you knew something was wrong. 

"Babe?" On his back on his float, chest already getting tan from the hot summer sun, was Eddie with his mouth hanging open as he stared straight at the dock. You followed his eyeline and almost laughed out loud when you realized what was going on. He quickly glared at you as you stifled your laugh which turned into a horrible snorting sound, "Edward."

"Sweetheart," he huffed like a child, pretty plush lips pulled into a pout as he looked at you, "affectionately - shut up!"

"You are the least conspicuous person ever! At least try to act like you're not drooling!"

"I am not drool-"

"Hey there."

You grinned at Steve as the boy swam over to you, a lazy smile on his face as he treaded water without effort. You splashed some water at Eddie as he remained silent, only a pained look on his face.

"Hey," he snapped to attention and looked between the two of you, brain overloaded with the amount of attractiveness between the two of you, "looking good, Harrington."

If there had been a wall in front of him, he would have been banging his head already. You snorted in amusement before floating onto your back and slowly swimming away with a wave. You were going to let them have their own moment.

"You too man," Steve had a smile so pretty that it was almost cruel. Eddie returned the grin with what he hoped was an equally lovely one, "being in love looks good on you."

"I-I'm not in love with you," Eddie's voice stammered and shook as he looked at Steve with wide, worried eyes. Steve tossed his head back with laughter. Oh. That wasn't what he was insinuating? Awkward.

"I know that," he reached over and gently tugged on one of Eddie's loose curls, "still hope you've got some love for me though."

"Duh," the two of them exchanged shy smiles, "always."

"Me too," Steve agreed and Eddie's heart started to rattle wildly in his chest, "wanna know a secret, Munson?"

"S-sure."

"It would have been cool if it would have been you," and just like that, Eddie was sure his heart stopped beating. The flow of the river around him seemed so loud and he was trying to convince himself that he was hearing incorrectly. Judging from the look on Steve's face, he hadn't heard incorrectly, "but I think we're on the right path regardless."

“Yeah,” Eddie knew that Steve was already devoted to Chrissy. The two of them clearly shared a deep bond despite only having been dating for a few months. When Eddie first learned that Steve was dating someone new, and then when he realized it was another of his friends, he could admit that some jealousy flared up. It was natural, and that was what you tried to explain to Eddie. Even though the two of you had each other and you both knew that you loved each other, it was a normal human emotion to still feel things for other people, “I agree.”

“And just so you know, you’re the most attractive guy I’ve ever met,” Eddie’s cheeks were already pink from the sun he’d been getting - he wasn’t good at remembering to apply sunscreen despite your insistence - but they just turned about ten shades darker when he heard Steve’s confession. Steve bit his lip as he blushed as well, “and you’re my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend too, handsome,” Eddie broke the bit of awkward tension that had settled in between the two of them. There was a moment of silence before the two of them broke into a fit of laughter. You’d found Robin and Nancy and the three of you were watching the boys in amusement. You’d all been taking bets on when, if ever, they’d reveal that they had had crushes on the other, “wanna go and grab a beer?”

“Hell yeah,” he agreed as the two of them high-fived. Steve started to swim towards the dock but Eddie paused for a moment as he turned around to wave at you, a goofy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but return the smile, your heart melting with nothing but affection for your man. 

He might have been a fool but he was your fool.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late by the time all of you made your way back to your bedrooms. The bonfire had gone late into the night and all of you had been reluctant to go to bed despite the fact that you’d be there all week. This was a much needed trip for everyone.

“Hey,” you let yourself fall into the bed, laughing as Eddie copied you and jumped in next to you, easily putting his arm around you and pulling towards him. You couldn’t help yourself as you pressed kisses to his forehead, cheeks, and nose. He giggled at the soft touch of yourself before sighing softly as you draped yourself over him, “I love you, honey boy.”

“I love you,” he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, giving your hand a small squeeze, “did you know that Steve had a crush on me?”

“I didn’t know,” you stretched out his arms and pressed kisses to his pale, inked skin, “but I knew. We all did. Wasn’t hard to see the two pretty boys oogling each other all the time.”

“We didn’t…oh,” his face between a range of emotions as he processed what you said. Suddenly it all seemed so obvious, “we did, didn’t we. Well, that would have been good to know a few years ago.”

“Excuse me?” you pretended to be shocked and hurt as you turned floppy in his hold, “are you telling me that you think Steve would have been the love of your life and the two of you would have been together living happily ever after?!”

“No way, princess,” he tenderly put his hand on your cheek and turned your face up to his, “you and I were meant to be. That’s never going to change. You’re it for me, baby.”

“I know,” you offer him a cheeky grin, “I just wanted to hear you say it, my love. Never gets old.”

“Then I’ll continue to remind you,” he pulled you down to his lips and kissed you sweetly, “every single day of my life.”

“Promise?” and yeah. He would do absolutely anything in the world for you.

“Promise,” he replied, voice low and soft, “but I’m still mad at you.”

“Mad at me?! Why?” you huffed and started to tickle him, causing him to dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Because it should be illegal to be this good looking,” he huffed, “gonna be the death of me.”

“What about you?” you kissed him slowly, “you’re just as bad. Good thing we’re stuck together.”

“Forever,” he confirmed, “ahh, baby, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Lots and lots and then some more, goofy boy.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #bi!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things

[currentfications]

Ocean Eyes | Part 8

Pairing: Bada Lee x Producer!Reader

Synopsis: At team BEBE’s practice, the girls have a little gossip among themselves

Warning: None? But y/n is not in this chapter because I am not feeling well and just wanted to write a little something for funsies- sorry y’all ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ )

AN: Am not good at writing conflict so the original part 8 is scraped hehe instead I’m procrastinating and decided to write a light hearted dribble with the girlies instead~ thanks for tuning in again ^_^

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Tatter smelled something suspicious in the air following Bada’s MIA status after their Performance Battle. Yes, the team did witness Bada landing on her chin during one of the routines- and it’s not that the BEBE member didn’t believe in said injury- it’s the fact that their team leader was oddly giddy after the fall. Like, straight up lowering-her-cap-by-the-rim-to-hide-her-smirk-lip-biting-giddy. ‘No one should be that cheerful after tearing a muscle’, Tatter had decided. ‘Therefore, Bada must be suspicious’, she further deduced.

“Look at her trying to play coy with us,” Tatter leaned over to their team’s sub-leader and muttered, frowning at the charm which the choreographer seemed to be exuding lately. Looking pointedly at their team leader, who’s currently snapping a selfie in the studio mirrors (presumably to post it on her instagram later), Tatter narrowed her eyes. Bada had always been a heartthrob to the camera and fans, but the blonde dancer had noticed a telltale spike these past weeks. “Look at all that swag, she must be overcompensating for something.”

Looking up from her stretches, Lusher followed Tatter’s gaze towards their team leader in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, whose mood did seem to be extraordinarily pleasant as of late. “Oh- Oh damn. Sorry for calling you crazy last week, you were clearly onto something.” Lusher squinted at Bada’s obnoxiously preppy footsteps in the morning. “Prancing around on a Monday? Somebody got laid over the weekend.”

‘Who could it be?’ Tatter wondered to herself as she finished warming up for the day. ‘Bada’s reaction to the bouquet and the card- what an interesting reaction.’

“Whoever it is,” Lusher pressed her palms together dramatically and said a little prayer, “thank you for keeping her happy, and our lives easier.”

“Amen to that,” Minah chimed in. “You reckon it’s someone from the show?”

“Elaborate.”

As the duo bickered among themselves regarding the identity of Bada’s newest scandal, Tatter continued to ponder over the pieces of information she had accumulated. Her eyes lit up as she recalled Latrice’s request, and something involving a skirt.

“Lusher,” Tatter interjected a debate between Minah’s team-Redy and Lusher’s team-Audrey. “Do you remember that time Bada asked to borrow your skirt?”

Lusher snapped around with speed that almost warranted whiplash. “Latrice’s friend!” Her hand flew to her phone by the dance studio’s floor length mirror, flicking through her contact list. “Aha.”

Latrice was at the shops when her phone chimed. Reading the message popping up on the phone, she chuckled a little and clocked the noseyness instantly. Within a few moments, Latrice had sent through your best ‘this is her’ photos and social media profiles to the team BEBE’s subleader.

Tatter and Lusher hummed squinted their eyes at your picture, trying to pinpoint why’d you look familiar. A shockingly good candid photo of you attending an event was pulled up on Lusher’s phone. A gray suit sat on your shoulder, accompanied by a scowl as the photographer had caught you off guard (cr 📷: Latrice). “I think I’d remember if she’s been around,” Minah wondered aloud.

“Elevator, real tall.” The usually timid Sowoen piped in unexpectedly. “The one with mother Miranda vibes.”

Now that registered in Lusher’s mind. “Wait,” Lusher zoomed in on your picture, “does Latrice have more friends in town?”

“Mhmm- I dig the delinquency,” Tatter said, still staring at the phone. “Bada finally found her match huh.”

“I’m giving my number to her,” Sowoen announced. The youngest is filled with surprise today.

Tatter and Lusher glanced at each other before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “We are pretty sure Bada is linking up with her, what do you mean you’re giving her your number?”

“I called dibs!” The youngest of the group wailed, her teammates now laughing at her flushed red cheeks.

The noise attracted their team leader, who have finally decided to investigate the shenanigans that the girls have been up to.

“What’s the gripe? Who do we hate?” The tall choreographer butted between Sowoen and Minah, expecting another Selena-Hailey debate going on among the dancers, only to be shocked when Lusher turned her phone screen to her. “Woah! How’d we get this?”

Sowoen gently prodded a finger at Bada’s shoulder. “Bada-unnie,” she quietly, but firmly, requested for Bada’s attention. “They said you’ve been linking up with her. Respectfully, that’s not cool man, I called dibs.”

The group stared wide eyed at the baby of their team, who’d suddenly found her voice in the team- and immediately chose to use it to declare her utmost disappointment at their team leader’s disrespect.

“Wait. Pause. Rewind. how did the conversation get here in the first place?”

“I find you suspicious these days,” Tatter shrugged.

“Can you still pass my number along?”

“I have no idea what’s going on but I’m loving your energy,” Lusher and Minah egged on. A ‘go Sowoen’ was muttered by one of them.

Bada stares incredulously at her teammates, “y’all this is the toxic gossip train-”

“Nope,” Tatter cuts her short, not giving Bada a chance to finish her sentence. “That’s not how that saying is used.”

“We won’t gossip if you give us the tea,” Minah proposed an alternative.

“There’s no tea!” Bada shook her head at the girls, raising a hand in defense. “Look, it’s nothing serious, and I won't let it affect my work. Can we please get back to brainstorming some Rihanna songs?”

The group gasped, Sowoen looking over at Tatter for moral support. “So there is something going on?”

“Oh come on,” Bada sighed exasperatedly, sticking her tongue against the hollow of her cheeks. “We’ve been filming for months, do you know how hard it is to find someone who can work around my schedule?”

“You have a schedule… to fuck?” Minah side-eyed her team leader. Tatter swiftly placed her hands over Sowoen’s ears. “That changed my perception of you- Not sure what kind of change- but not for the better, I can assure you.”

“Jesus, that’s not what I mean,” Bada rolled her eyes at the girls, defending her image in Sowoen’s eyes. “As much as I love dancing, a woman has needs, alright? Hey- no, don’t boo me Lusher. I saw the way you acted around Chocol. You little sl- I said don’t boo me!”

“Eh,” Tatter shrugged her shoulders and pointed her chin at the phone screen, “lesbians? Give ‘em two weeks, three more dates, and they’ll be u-hauling.”

Bada gasped, “accusatory and stereotyping.”

“Hey wanna bet that bada is going to use winning the show to get laid?” Ignoring their leader, the girls giggled amongst themselves.

“If we win-”

Minah was cut off by Bada. “-when we win.”

Sowoen gasped and pointed a finger at the team BEBE leader. “So you are planning on doing that!”

The girls watched their team leader dumbly open and shut her mouth as she attempted to come up with a witty comeback. When she drew a blank, she huffed and retreated to the speakers across the room, fiddling with the Bluetooth settings as she tried to keep her hands busy.

“Bada-unnie,” Sowoen cleared her throat before throwing in one last jab, “if it’s just a fling you won’t mind me asking her out, right?”

Tatter learned two things that practice: 1, Bada, despite contrary beliefs, bottoms (frequency still unknown, but seemingly not zero). 2, Sowoen is a milf hunter.

‘What a week!’ Tatter thought to herself. ‘And it’s only Monday.’

Tag list: @bada-lee-ily @lil-elliesgf @rubywonu @wiselight @avocifera

#swf2 #bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #fanfic #bada lee x fem reader #bada lee x y/n #tatter #lusher #minah

[a-boca-do-inferno]

i’ve been losing you (michael corleone x reader) [request]

summary: Michael is used to a lot of things. Losing’s not one of them.

warnings: angst

words: 1.0k

notes: loosely based on ive been losing you by aha, and yes i kno i kno. another songfic lol enjoy.

This was long overdue. 

They were meant to be in each other’s path, but not for long. She knew that. No matter how well they got along in the old days, rejoicing in that youthful love full of energy and innocence, there would always come the time when their personalities eventually clashed too much to make it work. His reckless and cold mind could never comport her sensitive and careful one for long. Gosh, how many dinner arguments had to happen to spoil the mood for her to just accept it already?  

There was nothing left to do with Michael Corleone. He ran an empire, yet was clueless on how to keep the woman he loved close. And a king who can’t love a queen is simply no such thing.  

(y/n) takes a deep breath and raises her fist to knock on the door, but as soon as she tries to do so, it opens on its own, revealing a somewhat disturbed Michael. He has a serious, almost mad look on his face, although his entire countenance manages to be cordial. She smiles faintly as he lets her in, closing the door behind her gracefully.  

The girl walked into his office and couldn’t help but notice how tidy everything was. Nothing out of place, not a single speck of dust on any furniture. Sometimes she wished at least something was there; it’d make the place feel less...  

Michael’s.  

“Nothing”, she said, looking away when he seemed to disapprove of her blatant lie. (y/n) added, “there is nothing wrong, we just... We need to talk.” 

“You said you were staying at you mother’s”, he begins, hiding his hand in the front pockets of his pants. “What happened?”, his tone is stern, as ever, and she can’t help but contain a sigh. (y/n) clasped her hands over her stomach, feeling a little cool. She wasn’t exactly there for some hugging and cuddling, after all, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Noticing the shift in her behaviour, Michael murmurs, “(y/n)…”, and the girl turns to face him. He wore a white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His brown hair was brushed back, no unruly strands fell to the sides. He was so handsome and put together. How in the world did they even end up together in the first place? Michael’s eyes were a little concerned when he demanded, coming closer to her, “tell me what’s the matter.” 

“About what?”, he gestures with one hand. “You’re making me worried”, she let out another deep sigh. This was going to be harder than she thought. Michael took an impatient step forward and gave her a questioning glance, lowering his eyes to her restless fingers. “Well?” 

“I can’t do… this anymore”, she couldn’t face him, counting the scratches of the floorboards under her feet. “Us.” 

There is a long silence before Michael speaks again. “(y/n)...”, he starts, closing the distance between them while gently taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. He placed a lingering kiss on her knuckles and she instantly flinched at the gesture, taking her hand back. He gave her a pained look. “What’s going on, darling?” 

“Michael, please...”, she whispered, trying her best to maintain her composure. “Don’t make this any harder than it already is.” 

“You’re leaving me?”, he rips the band-aid, and it sounds somehow even more painful when she hears it out loud. “Is that it?”, Michael insists, and she desperately looks for the emotions on his face only to find none.  

This. This was what she couldn’t take anymore. 

“I am”, (y/n)’s voice is final, as the lump on her throat takes a step back to give way for her assertiveness. That decision was made already, she merely wanted to let him know. “I know I’m hurting you, but you too know damn well there is no “us” anymore, Michael.  There is only the family business, and I came to terms with it at last. I finally understood I can’t be part of this.” 

“So, is that it?”, he repeats, but it’s clear he’s not looking for an answer. “You just wake up one day and decide to throw our family, our children, our love away? You just leave when it gets hard?”, he menacingly takes one more step closer, with almond eyes forcefully staring at the girl. “Is that it?!”, then it comes; the scream.  

And the sound is so otherworldly coming from Michael’s mouth, (y/n) has to reassure herself of her surroundings for a moment, to truly know if this is reality. Then, after the silence, there is only his look of despair towards her. She knows him well enough to understand he is distressed but won’t allow himself to engage any further in that subject for now. He is too emotional about this. Perhaps that was why Michael kept away from her more and more every day. The Don wouldn’t have his heart dictating his actions, in business or in love, and the two were helplessly intertwined when it came to his life.  

“I’m leaving”, she murmurs, holding her own body protectively. “You can visit the children whenever you want, we will be staying at my mother’s for the time being”, they exchange a piercing look. (y/n) avoids his eyes. “I love you, Michael, I truly do. But we both deserve better.” 

“This isn’t over, (y/n)”, it’s all Michael lets out, while turning his back to light up a cigarette. He blows away the smoke and nods once, pointing to the door. “Go.” 

She obeys him, because it’s so much easier to do so than to keep fighting. Before (y/n) leaves, she can’t help but think he would make her life a living hell. A shiver goes up her spine as the door shuts behind her. Michael Corleone may not be fit for a king, but he wasn’t a losing man either. She was painfully aware of that.  

“God help us all”, she mumbles to herself, walking away from the Corleone mansion for the last time. 

Or so she hoped. 

#the godfather #michael corleone #al pacino #the godfather x reader #michael corleone x reader #al pacino x reader #the godfather imagine #michael corleone imagine

[calicocatsarecute]

Hello again! Ik I already hav sent you a request, and you don't have to do this if you don't feel like it, but I had anidea and I thought I'd share it with you, since you are a lee!velvette fan!

So how abt when Val and Vox firstly adopted Velvette, she was being cheeky and a brat, so the to boys decided to teacher her a lesson by tickling her?

Again, you don't have to do it, especially since I already have sent you a request before!

N☁️ anon

Since I’ve gotten three requests for another lee! Velvette, I’m doing another one! This honestly makes me so happy because Velvette is one of my favorites and she needs more love! Anyways Enjoy!

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Vox and Valentino had just brought a new sinner into their group. She had recently just died and died very young. Her name was Velvette, and boy was she a handful.

“DAMNIT! You’re supposed to be MY models! You listen to ME!” Velvette was currently screaming at her models, for whatever reason.

The other two Vees were sitting in their lounge. They were unable to tune out the girl’s yelling, making them wonder how loud she was actually yelling. The yelling went on for what seemed like forever… until it finally came to a stop. After a while of the silence, Velvette had joined the two boys in the lounge.

“What was all that screaming about Velvette dear?” Valentino asked cocking his head a bit. They were both a bit concerned.

If looks could kill, Valentino would be double dead. They both jumped a bit when she slammed her phone on the table.

“THOSE SINNERS THAT I CALL WORKERS CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! THEY’RE LOUSY, LAZY AND DON’T FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS! I AM SOOO DONE WITH EVERYTHING!” Again, she was being overly dramatic.

She was, what some would call, a “brat” even. Vox was beginning to lose his temper. His screen was starting to heat up, and his eyes went crazy.

“Velvette calm down! This isn’t something to get worked up about.” Vox tried to reason with her, but it backfired terribly.

“CALM DOWN!?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME!? I’M NOT GONNA CALM DOWN!” Velvette pretty much screamed in the TV’s face.

“WHEN I TELL YOU TO CALM DOWN, YOU DO IT!” Vox lost it, he yelled back almost as loud.

“I DO WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT! YOU HEAR ME?!” Velvette said, her face going red.

“VELVETTE YOU ARE GOING TO LISTEN TO ME-?” Vox stopped mid-threat when the girl squeaked.

The room went dead silent as everyone stared at the girl. Box noticed his hands were cupping her ribs. He squeezed her ribs gently, his face lighting up when the girl jumped. Vox and Val looked at each other and smirked. Vox,bringing Velvette with him, sat down so they could get more comfortable.

Velvette’s head was already spinning, she knew what was about to happen.

“You wanna keep being a brat Velvette? We’ll treat like one.” Val said as he started scribbling against her sides.

“Pfftt, ahahaha! Dohohohon’t dohohoho thaha-Aha! Vohox! Nohohot yohou tohoho!” Velvette was already giggling out madly. She was deathly ticklish as a human, and still is as a sinner.

“Looks like someone’s ticklish!~” Vox teased the girl, while raking his claws up and down her ribs.

“Stahahahap! Bohohohoth ohohof yohou!”

“Aaww, but you’re just sooo cute and adorable! Our adorable little brat.” Valentino said, migrating to her stomach.

They knew that they had just hit a terrible spot when the girl started bucking.

“S-STAHAHAHAP! GEHEHET AHAHAWAHAY!” She was kicking her legs wildly around at this point.

“Come on Velvette, you can take a bit more of this. Right?” Vox asked, moving below her belly button to her lower stomach.

To say she went ballistic was an understatement.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAA! ST-AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NA-AHAHAHAHA!”

They were all taken aback by Velvette’s screams.

After a bit longer, the two boys stopped. They left the poor thing panting on the couch.

“You alright there dear?” Valentino asked, patting Velvette’s head.

The weak little nod showed that she was…ok.

Velvette ended up falling asleep on the couch, smooshed between the two men.

Vox and Val smiled at each other as they looked at their adoptive daughter, lovingly.

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling #tickle fic #lee!velvette #ler!vox #ler!valentino

[undercrofttt]

hi!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day!! i had an Ominis Request if that’s okay?! Like the Ominis loves the reader and has since they met. she always on his side for everything? like she doesn’t want to help Sebastian and Ominis realizes that when he hears Seb practically forcing her to help with his mission and he sticks up for her?

She’s a pureblood and doesn’t believe in the “PureBlood Supremacy” like him and his aunt?

and since Wizards live longer than normal people, maybe they take in their Great-Nephew Tom Riddle Jr so he doesn’t turn into Voldemort and teach him right?

Sorry this is so much! It was just an idea i’ve had for a long long time and couldn’t write it myself!

𝙾𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 | 𝙾𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝

[ominis gaunt x fem!reader]

sypnosis: where a friendship slowly crumbles and a new relationship begins.

a/n: buckle up because this is a long one. cutting this up into two parts because this is massive, i tell you, and i didn't proof read so pls stay focus lmao. anyway, thank you so much the request! i'll make a part two as soon as possible, but i hope you enjoyed how i wrote this.

ominis' first encounter with you was by far the strangest he'd ever had. it was his first year in hogwarts and he had no luck making any friends as his childhood never taught him how. it never bothered ominis that he sat alone at the great hall table or the fact that he navigated through the halls with no one at his side. ominis gaunt was content and was fully prepared to go through his years at hogwarts that way.

that was until he met you, a month into his first year...

ominis was reading a book in a courtyard, comfortably sat on a bench. classes had ended a few minutes ago and he figured he'd pass time in the courtyard with his finger trailing across the braille filled pages. beside him laid his satchel filled of books and left over snacks from the day.

"oh, where did that blasted niffler go? i just knew sebastian's decision to keep it as a pet would end in disaster, but no, that idiot just had to-

ominis' eyes glanced up from his book and toward the feminine voice, which sounded a feet away and was clearly displeased at something. however, ominis paid no mind, bringing his eyes back to the book. no use poking his nose into business that wasn't his. that was until he felt something bucking against his thigh. his brows furrowed in confusion before one hand left his book to feel the leather fabric of his satchel beside him. what in salazar's name?, ominis thought as his fingers suddenly brushed against a tuft of smooth fur.

wait, fur?

ominis' fingers dug gently into the fur until he pulled out whatever it was that was hidden in his satchel. the mysterious thing in his hand began to purr and click and ominis tilted his head in confusion. an animal? ominis thought as his other hand placed the book aside, but then an abrupt gasp sounded from behind him.

"there you are, you little theif!" the same voice exclaimed and the pattering of footsteps rang in ominis' ear. with a sudden force, the unknown animal was taken from his hand and he could hear the struggling sounds of low growls in front of him.

"mmph, hold still, will you?!" the voice seethed and ominis could do nothing but stare at whatever scene was going on. "aha, i knew you took my locket! why, i ought to-" ominis ears picked up on the sound of coins clinking to the ground and other trinkets that sounded like jewelry.

"is that my ring?!" the voice huffed incredulously before receiving a growl from the animal. "and you're upset?! i have been looking for this ring for a week now! oh, my necklace as well?"

ominis heard about enough, albeit he was annoyed that his peaceful reading had come to a halt. "excuse me, do you mind?" he said with a bit of irritation his tone and he heard the girl gasp in surprise one again.

"oh, i didn't realize you were there!" the unknown girl sighed in distress. "did you steal from him too? c'mon now, cough it up, niffler!"

ominis nodded to himself as the sound of panicked purrs came from the animal, coming to a realization on what he had pulled out of his satchel. ominis grabbed his book and shoved it into his bag, before moving to get up. suddenly, a hand shot out and grasped his robes.

"w-wait, is this pouch of money yours?"

the voice asked as he heard a jingling of coins and he remembered that he had placed his pouch in his satchel that morning. his hand quickly dug into his satchel and as his hands felt for everything but the pouch, ominis let out a tired sigh and nodded. he meekly held his hand out toward the voice. the niffler certainly did steal his pouch.

"i told sebastian not to let this thing run loose." the girl growled and ominis felt the pouch weighing in his palm soon after. "sorry about all this. i didn't mean to disturb you."

"it's fine." came ominis' curt reply as he placed pouch into his bag. he was about to leave it at that when the girl began to talk to him once more.

"oh, you're ominis, right? ominis gaunt."

ominis pushed back a retort as he sighed, only nodding his head in response to the question.

"i don't believe i got to talk to you yet," the girl said amicably and ominis could guess that her face held a smile that matched the tone of her voice. "i'm (y/n) (l/n)! it's nice to meet you."

ominis silently nodded his head again, until something piqued his interest.

(l/n)?

the family name was familiar to him or rather ominis knew all too well about her family. a pureblood family that his own family often scoffed at when the subject was brought up at supper. although the (l/n)'s were rich and well known, ominis heard that the (l/n)'s weren't considered a part of the pureblood circle, only because their way of thinking differed from his family.

one, the (l/n) family weren't particularly fond of the unforgivable curses and made it clear that they would never use it by any circumstances. two, the (l/n) family didn't believe that only pureblooded wizard and witches should be able to wield magic. wether you were muggle born, half, or even a squib! if you had the power to wield magic, then you were a wizard/witch. there was never a thought of discrimination or prejudice in that family. it almost made ominis gaunt jealous as he looked at the girl, presumingly in front of him.

"well, i don't want to trouble you any further," the girl said after a moment of awkward silence. "i have to take this little thief back to sebastian and anne. i'll see you around, ominis!"

ominis scoffed at the thought of meeting her again, however a small twinge in his chest made him uncomfortable. it was not like what he had ever felt before. ominis felt warm from the interaction and it made him wary. he couldn't even see what she looked like, yet her voice was enough to make him feel this way.

oh, what rubbish, ominis thought as he brushed it off and adjusted the strap of his satchel on his shoulder.

like i'll be seeing her around.

-

oh how wrong ominis was because any chance that you spotted him in the hallways, you'd always happily greet him and walk him to any class that you had with him. any class that you had with him? suddenly you were sitting with ominis and chatting about something you did the day before. breakfast, lunch, and dinner? there you were with sebastian and anne sitting with him.

ominis couldn't escape your presence. not that he was annoyed...no, to his surprise, ominis grew quite fond of you and your friendly nature. before he knew it, ominis gaunt integrated into the friend group made up of sebastian sallow, anne sallow, and you. he had come to trust you all enough to show you the secret lair that he called the undercroft. it was a place that sealed the friendship. ominis wasn't sure how it had happened, but it did and his first year at hogwarts wasn't completely as lonely as he thought it was going to be.

and then fourth year came.

unfortunately, anne never came back to hogwarts after her third year due to a curse that was casted upon her. it pierced deeply into the now trio of friends, even with the many paid visits that you and ominis would make to the sallow's home during the break. it was clear to you both that anne sallow's health was deteriorating, but sebastian refused to accept the truth. the truth that anne wasn't going to make it.

"sebastian, you know that this-" ominis started only for his friend to growl out in anger. you flinched beside him and ominis felt you jolt into him which made him wrap an arm around you.

"you both are wrong!" sebastian had hollered, pointing an accusing finger at you and ominis. "there is a cure and i'm going to find it-"

"please, sebastian, not here." you whimpered with tears in your eyes as you gestured to the door which was anne's bedroom. "she's still asleep and-"

"i'll prove it!" sebastian yelled with his fists clenched at his side. his eyes glared at ominis, watching as he moved forward to place a hand on your shoulder.

"i don't care what it takes, i'm going to find a cure."

sebastian wasn't lying.

soon after beginning your fifth year, you felt the coldness of the undercroft. the undercroft that once held the chatter and laughter of your friends. the undercroft that once brought you four together in times of hard moments. whether it was the struggles of student life or ominis' heartfelt talks about his childhood. with sebastian using it as a pandora's box filled with theories and ideas for a cure, it no longer felt warm. it was just a reminder of what it once was.

you sat on the stone floor with your legs criss crossed. no warmth, no laughter. it just felt like you were sitting in a cold room that once was. you glanced down at your potions book on the ground with tears welling up in your eyes. the inked pages suddenly became blurred as your tears finally fell down your cheeks. droplets began to litter the page as you started to let out soft sobs.

"(y/n)?" you heard from behind and your body twisted around to find ominis walking into the room with his wand in hand. you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks before letting out a soft laugh, wincing as you also sniffed.

"omins gaunt," you say with a forced smile on your lips as if ominis could see it before standing up. "sneaking up on me? and here i thought sebastian was the prankster."

you didn't receive a response, which made you tilt your head and walk up to him. your face fell as you noticed the grimace that ominis had. clearly your words filled with feigned cheer didn't get past ominis as he silently stood with his pale blue eyes gazing down at you.

you were about say something until his unoccupied hand came up to brush against your cheek. "ominis..." you sighed out with your eyelids softly fluttering to a close as you felt his cold palm on your skin. no response again as ominis' thumb brushed against your cheek. no doubt feeling the wetness of your tears that you failed to wipe away completely.

"you've been crying, haven't you?" ominis stated grimly. it wasn't really a question. "what's wrong, (y/n)? is it anne? sebastian?"

his tone held so much concern as he names off any possible reason you could be crying about. it made the tears that once were come once again. ominis picked up on the soft sniffles that you let out and he felt his hand being brushed away from your face by yours. you quietly stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his midriff while leaning your face into his chest. all he could do was pocket his wand and circle his arms around your waist.

"i-i'm sorry, ominis," you said in a hushed tone as you tried to talk through your sobs. "everything just isn't the same. not since anne-"

"don't be sorry, (y/n), it's alright to cry," ominis' voice sounded unwavering, but his chest clenched tightly around nothing as he heard your pained sobs. "but everything will be alright."

alright?, ominis thought to himself with a internal scoff. to hell if he knew if everything was even okay. when did ominis start thinking so optimistically? merlin, he didn't care. all that mattered to him at the moment was you. you, who was crying into his chest as if you had been hit with the worst curse in the book.

ominis wasn't sure what to do as he brought his hand up to brush through your (h/c) tresses. this was all he could do in an attempt to comfort you while cooing in your ear about how everything was going to be fine. although, you both knew the truth. anne wasn't going to live and sebastian was going to keep finding a cure for something that couldn't be undone, not even while he's withered away into ashes.

an hour later, you had finally stopped crying and ominis' arms never left your body. as soon as the tears subsided, you realized the close contact and your face flushed terribly. you pulled your face back from his chest and wiped your damp cheeks of any tears before looking up at him.

"thanks, ominis, you truly are a great friend." you say, however the word 'friend' singed your tongue as you spoke. it felt revolting to say.

"o-of course," ominis stammered, pulling away now with his arms to his side. you frowned at the loss of contact, crossing your arms against your body. "listen, i know it doesn't seem that way, but everything will be alright."

"i know, ominis, thank you." you replied and omnis heard you shuffle closer.

he has known you long enough to sense your presence and know your scent when it filled his nostrils. you were in front of him...very close. ominis felt your hands run up his chest gently and he couldn't help but stiffen at the warmth that your fingers held, even through his thick clothing. they brushed further up, reaching his neck and then to his face to which you encased his jaw with your palms.

"(y/n)?" ominis questioned in a soft voice.

you ignored him, bringing yourself to stand on your toes and lean your face upwards. ominis could feel your soft breathing against his skin now and his heart began to race nervously as you suddenly pressed your chest against his. then he felt something soft against his lips, which made his eyes widen.

you felt his hand grip your shoulders and pushe you away gently, which made your heart fall to the floor. damn you and your emotions. you couldn’t control yourself? what was the matter with you?

“ominis, i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that-it’s just i’ve had feelings for you for so long and-i’m so very sorry...”

you kept on rambling, dreading the boy's silence and stilled body. ominis’ ears seemed to be ringing at your sudden confession. your words echoed loudly as if trying to engrave itself into his mind. you’ve had feelings for him after all this time? blasted it all, he thought you had feelings for sebastian with how close you two were. ominis had thought that for so long, yet here you were...kissing him and confessing?

"ominis?" you called out cautiously, tilting your head with a pursed lips. you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. what if he didn't feel the same way? you wouldn't be able to let yourself live it. down. you wanted to curse out loud, but ominis wasn't moving a inch in front of you.

suddenly, you felt ominis' hand gently take yours and lifted it up to his face. you watched in silence as he pressed his soft lips upon it before feeling him smile against your skin. your face felt as though someone had casted incendio as he pulled you closer into his body. chest to chest now, he slowly let your hand go and placed it on your cheek.

"you've no idea how bloody long i've waited to hear those words come from your lips." ominis whispered as he bent down to draw his face closer to yours.

once again, his lips were met with yours and you closed your eyes in bliss with your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. ominis felt you pull him closer, as if you two weren't already molded together as it is. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought that had been locked up and were relishing at the feeling of being freed.

however, you just had to feel him against you. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought had been locked up and were now relishing the feeling of being freed. this kiss meant more to you and him than anyone could ever imagine. a feeling a disappointment waved over you as he slowly pulled away from the kiss.

"i love you, (y/n) (l/n)," ominis gasped softly. he was clearly winded with the passionate kiss that you two just shared, yet his words rang clear in your ears. oh, if ominis could see you now, your smile stretched from ear to ear at his words.

"and i love you, ominis gaunt."

-

you were humming with your books to your chest as you shuffled over to the undercroft. to your surprise, sebastian and the new fifth year student were huddled around the secret entrance, which made you all the more wary. it was already betraying enough that sebastian revealed their secret lair without you and ominis' knowledge, but to see them both standing there with grim faces made your blood boil. the nerve of them, you thought as you stood there with a glare on your face. it was clear that sebastian read the hostility and brought his hands up in assurance.

"(y/n), be calm, i know you're still angry about-" he started, but you huffed in response and turned your head away, flipping your hair on to you shoulder.

"angry?" you scoffed and pointed a finger to the new fifth year. "you let a stranger into our secret space and you want me to be calm? you know better than anyone how much this place means to me and you completely ignored it!"

sebastian winced at your words, knowing exactly what you meant. he had betrayed your trust in him. "i know, i know-but (y/n), we need your help!"

you glanced at the fifth year, who gazed at you with a sheep expression and then back at sebastian. your face softened a bit and you sighed heavily, before relenting. "well, what is it then?"

"it's best we not speak here," sebastian said in a hush tone before looking toward the new fifth year, who nodded in agreement. "c'mon, we'll talk in the undercroft."

you rolled your eyes as sebastian opened the entrance to the undercroft with the new fifth year following behind you two. the place that once was filled with happy memories were being replaced with secrecy. secrets that were bound to become trouble.

"alright," you say, setting your books on one of the old barrels that laid upright and turning around to face the both of them. "what is it that you need help with?"

"we need to find a scriptorium," the fifth year started and you tilted your head curiously. "it's hidden somewhere in this school and only one person knows where it is."

"well, i don't know where it is," you grumbled with your arms crossed against your chest and leaning your weight on one leg. sebastian seemed nervous now that you shot him a glance. he couldn't seem to meet your eyes as he glanced behind you.

oh, now i see what this is about.

"only one person in this school knows where it is," you say with a firm voice as you mostly addressed the fifth year. "and he also happens to be your longest friend, sebastian. so why not ask him?"

the fifth year now looked stunned as they looked back at sebastian, who seemed more nervous than before. you raised a brow at his timid posture and narrowed my eyes.

"i did-or rather, we did," sebastian stammered out, clasping his fingers together and licking his lips. "but, ominis refused to tell us."

"rightfully so," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "merlin knows what you two are up to. clearly up to no good if its about the scriptorium."

"its to help anne," sebastian seethed, now feeling angry with your attitude. "and if you cared at all about her then you would do this. if not for me, then for her. that is if you ever even considered her a friend."

sebastian's brows were quick to smoothen out as he realized the words that had spewed out of his mouth. his face now held regret as you stood there with your fists clenched at your sides. you were visibly seething now with your face a bright red and your lips curled into a nasty growl.

"the absolute gall of you, sallow!" you hissed out causing sebastian and the new fifth year to flinch at your tone. although your tone held anger, sebastian could hear the hurt that was laced along with it. you stormed towards him until you were foot to foot with him and you grabbed him by his tie to pull his face down to yours. your glaring (e/c) eyes pierced into his very soul.

"how dare you imply that i don't care about anne? yes, she is your sister, but she is my best friend as well! all i've ever wanted was for her to get better!"

with every word sentence that you spoke, you jabbed a finger into his chest. sebastian very well felt that anger and hurt that snaked through your finger and into his chest. however, he was determined to find the scriptorium. as much as it hurt him to do this, he couldn't give up. not now. not ever.

"well, prove it then!" sebastian interjected with a glare. "if you truly cared about anne, then help me convince ominis. you're the only one he will listen to and-"

"ominis will not listen to me," you spat. "you know about ominis' family and his past. do not force me to do this. i will not, especially if it will hurt him."

"but he will listen to you," sebastian reasoned, visibly frustrated at your refusal. "you're the only person ominis cannot say no to! now that you're seeing him, he will surely listen."

"it sounds like you're using us," you drawled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"this is for anne. i need to find a cure before it's too late!"

"what would anne think about all this, sebastian? did you even think to ask yourself this?" you sighed before letting go of his tie and brining your fingers up to your temple. "sebastian, i will not ask ominis. either you convince him yourself or you stop finding a cure for anne."

sebastian's face was red with frustration as he glanced back at the new fifth year, who shook their head. there was a moment of exchange between them before sebastian looked at you with pursed lips. you dared him to say something that will possibly break your tie with him with your eyes.

"i was right about you," sebastian finally spoke, his brown eyes darkening as he glared down at you. "you never cared about anne! that's why you won't do this! something so simply that could help anne and you won't do it. how could you be so selfish?!"

your mouth parted in shock while your heart tightened in your chest. all you could was stare at him with an unreadable expression. it was as if an arrow had pierced through your chest.

"i've heard about enough!" a voice boomed from behind you all and sebastian whipped around to see ominis storming towards them with his wand balled in his hand.

"ominis," you called out and ominis was in front of you in an instant. you grabbed his occupied hand and held it to your chest tightly. your voice sounded small as if you were holding back tears. ominis' blood boiled at the thought of how crestfallen your face might've looked and he immediately let go of your hand to face sebastian. you peered behind his arm to find sebastian glaring at you both, almost in betrayal.

"take back what you said," ominis glowered and sebastian internally winced at how cold his tone was. "we have been friends for too long, sebastian. do not jeopardize this over something so trivial."

"trivial?!" sebastian roared in disbelief. "this is to find a cure for anne. i had no intent in hurting either of you. i just want-"

"we know what you want, sebastian," ominis interjected with a wave of his hand. "but this is not the way to do it. if i had known you would come to (y/n) about this, then i would've accepted your request."

the tension in sebastian's body slowly faded as omini' last sentence sparked a brink of hope. "so you'll do it? you'll show us where the scriptorium is?"

you snap your head up at ominis with a furrowed brow, hoping that he would say no, except there was a moment of silence. dread poured into your veins like a gush of water from a waterfall as you realized that ominis was actually considering it. you even felt yourself becoming sick as ominis let out a frustrated sigh.

"yes, i'll show you-but with a few conditions!" ominis said with a stern voice as sebastian's face lit up in satisfaction.

"of course, anything!" came sebastian quick response and the new fifth year simply watched the scene unfold with uneasy eyes.

"first, you leave (y/n) out of whatever you two are planning." ominis said and you took his hand into yours while gazing up at his solemn face.

"noted," sebastian said with a nod, now feeling like an arsehole as he refused to meet your eyes. "(y/n) will no longer be involved with our plan."

ominis nodded "second, after you find whatever it is you need, you must promise me that you will stop sticking your nose where it shouldn't be. no more dark arts, no more curses. you have to stop, sebastian."

sebastian's eyes widened slightly at ominis' proposition and glanced at the floor uneasily before hesitantly nodded. "alright, i agree to your terms."

"alright, i'll meet you two upstairs, i need to speak with (y/n) for a moment."

sebastian nodded at the fifth year to head on up and turned his head back at you with an apologetic expression. "i'm sorry, (y/n), i let my anger get the best of me. there's nothing i could possibly say to make you forgive me, but you have to understand that-"

"i know," you said coldly as you crossed your arms uncomfortably and looking away. "it's for anne's health, but please stay out of trouble. nothing good will come out of learning about the dark arts."

"this has to work," sebastian mumbled sadly before turning around.

"i'm sorry again, (y/n), i hope you forgive me." was the last thing he said before walking out of the undercroft with his heels echoing through the room.

you sighed sadly, which caused ominis to look down at you with a grim expression. you leaned your forehead against his back with your hand still grasping his as if he'll just fade away.

"ominis, was this really the right decision?" you asked and ominis turned around with your forehead on his chest now. he slowly brought his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"once sebastian finds what he wants, he will no longer pursue his research." ominis replied into your hair. "this had to be done."

"i wish there was another way," you sighed before pulling away from his chest and leaning upwards to place a kiss on his lips. "promise me you'll be safe. if they tell you to do something uncomfortable, please come back to me."

"i will, (y/n), do not worry to much." ominis replied with a fond smile on his face, yet the dim lights didn't hide the fearful undertone in his voice. "i will come back to you safe and sound. i can promise you that."

you let out a shaky breath before pulling him back into a kiss. ominis returned it just as eagerly, as if it would be the last. both of your bodies seemed to relax a bit as you pulled away.

"i love you, ominis."

"i love you too, (y/n)."

those were the last words that you both had before you watched ominis turn around to leave the undercroft. he left with a heavy heart and you stood there feeling as though half your heart was on his sleeve.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy x female reader #female reader #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy angst #a little fluff?

[kimpossibly]

🍄 "what are you do-" "look, now we match!" with wednesday addams?

MATCH -> Wednesday Addams

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Omg this is my favorite thing ever. I can picture this SO CLEARLY okay. Also I'm so so sorry it took me twenty seven years to finish this request?? I honestly have no excuse, it just got buried underneath all the other drafts and I sincerely apologize. Thank you for participating in the celebration! One adorable fic coming right up!

PAIRING: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader (established relationship) WARNINGS: none, just fluff!

IT'S A WELL KNOWN FACT THAT no one wears as much black as Wednesday Addams. She was the girl you once had to argue into wearing emerald green (she argued it was "too vibrant" for her tastes). You had tried and failed several times to help your girlfriend change her style, but Wednesday was set in her ways — and even the strongest of crowbars couldn't pry her away from them.

But that didn't stop Enid from trying. That weekend, Enid had dragged both you and her roommate to Jericho in an attempt to get the latter to "spice up" her wardrobe. Wednesday had tried to explain to Enid that the only things she used to "spice up" was pepper spray, but Enid wouldn't hear of it. She dragged you two into a particularly pink and frilly boutique, causing Wednesday, who was normally pale as death, to look a little green. As Enid bustled around the racks, grabbing items left and right for both of you to try on, Wednesday stood in the middle of the store, back straight, glaring daggers at anything that glittered. Her color allergies were going berserk.

Upon seeing this, Enid frowned. "Come on, Wednesday! Can you at least pretend you don't want to die every second we're here?"

"Death would be a much more favorable alternative to this," Wednesday quipped back, her eyes searching for you. Enid would have to be dragged away from this store clawing and screaming — you would be much easier to persuade to walk back to Nevermore. "Where's Y/n?"

Enid glanced around, then shrugged. "Maybe they went to go try something on," she said, then mumbled, "cause they know how to have fun."

Wednesday stood for another moment, grimacing at everything around her, before she felt something being placed on her head and a sharp "aha!" being exclaimed from behind her. You appeared beside her so quickly she was almost startled. "What are you do—"

"Look, now we match!" you said with a beaming smile, and Wednesday noticed your outfit. You had managed to find an all black dress very similar to the one Wednesday currently had on, as well as a pair of matching black boots. And, as a finishing touch, you'd found two black top hats with fake spiders covering them, placing one atop your head and hers.

You looked so happy right then and there that Wednesday's mouth twitched slightly upwards. "Well," she said, struggling to contain it, "I see you've finally found your sense of style."

You just laughed at that, rolling your eyes ever so slightly. "Come on, let me get this off and we can go get a coffee at the Weathervane," you said, taking the top hat from her. "Enid, you going to be fine on your own?"

A set of glittery pink nails appeared from behind the curtain of one of the dressing rooms, giving a thumbs-up. It was a boutique. Of course she'd be fine on her own.

After you'd changed, you went back to Wednesday, taking one of her hands in yours. "Let's go before you break out in hives." you said, only half-joking. Wednesday's allergy to color, while funny in theory, had serious consequences sometimes.

As you two stepped out, Wednesday said something she only ever said when she really, really felt like she believed it: "I love you."

You turned to her, a half-stunned smile stretching across your blushing cheeks. "I love you too," you responded. "Now come on, if I don't get my daily dose of caffeine, I think I'll die."

"And as much as I like funerals, I'd hate to attend yours."

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams fic #wednesday addams fluff #wednesday addams x y/n

[moriartyluver]

ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER II

"THEY SEEMED LIVELY," An emerald eyed young man chuckled 

Herder shook his head with a sigh "Too lively," He said in a thick german accent "They always come here to mess around with the instruments. In fact I can probably count on one hand how many times those delinquents have bought anything." 

"Delinquents? I believe you've caught my attention now, Herder." Albert smiled as the German walked over to where William's piano was, ready to check through it by the young man's request. 

"Well, for what they lack in basic respect for finely crafted instruments they make up for in being interesting," He said as he opened the large piano. 

It had taken quite a while to get to Q's but William had insisted that it be taken there, rather than being operated on at home. William had told his older brother he didn't want his mother finding out something was wrong with the piano or else it may ruin the surprise he had planned for her birthday. 

"They didn't seem that interesting." William scoffed as Albert narrowed his eyes at him "I mean, they were rather rowdy over a mere guitar, I don't suppose they have any hopes for their futures, causing disruption like that." 

"I'm sure you wouldn't care for the disruption if it weren't in your presence." Albert said harshly 

"Mm.. they are quite ambitious, especially that girl, (Name)." Herder hummed as he peered inside the piano, inspecting the keys mechanisms carefully. "She believes she's going to be the next big thing, a rockstar if you will. Her skills aren't too bad either but she did mention that she was struggling without an experienced manager to guide them, she is just a child afterall..."

If his interest hadn't been piqued already, it certainly was now. An idea had sprung to mind, but Albert was unsure as to whether he could bring it up without meeting this supposed band first. Besides, he already had alot on his hands with all the businesses his father had left him. 

"You've heard them play?" Albert asked 

"Indeed. Just a few small bits though, but they do performances on occasions, although I refuse to go." Herder said, feeling around the inside of the piano "Personally I prefer Jazz." 

"So they're just some wannabe rock band? As expected of them," William sighed "Everyone thinks they can be a musician nowadays, I blame tiktok." 

"Aha!" Herder exclaimed in satisfaction "I see your problem now. This key was disconnected, that's why it was making such dreadful noises." He said as William peered into the piano from beside him, watching as Herder explained it to him.

"Alright, can you fix it?" Asked William 

Herder nodded with a smile. "Give me five minutes and it'll be as good as new."

"Thank the lord," Albert muttered in annoyance "You wouldn't mind telling us more about this band?"

"What more is there to say?" Herder asked rhetorically as he pulled out a tool and began fiddling around in the piano "There's 4 of those trouble makers, especially the bassist and the backing guitarists, always breaking instruments and refusing to pay for them..tch..the drummer is alright but he doesn't exactly fit the image for their little band. I think the others consider themselves as anarchists of some sort, but that drummer of theirs sticks out like a very well behaved sore thumb."

He continued as he tinkered with the piano "Actually I think yesterday was the first time (named even bought anything here..a little red electric guitar. A fine piece for an aspiring rockstar. She said she came back to get the amp that came with it," His little German accent echoing within the piano walls "But personally I think she was just looking for someone she saw yesterday..probably took a fancy to him." 

"I could care less about some garage band.." Albert's younger brother huffed, crossing his arms "Aren't you done yet?"

"Looking for who?" Albert asked curiously

"Oh none other than your little brother..the William with more yellow-y hair." Herder finally stood up straight with a smile as he shut the piano "It seems that is all." He said, turning to Albert "I'll have it delivered back immediately, boss." 

Albert nodded, placing his hand on William's shoulder while they left through the door. "Yes, thank you again Herder."

'..I wonder what her name was..' 

Pale, nimble fingers pressed down on black and white piano keys, prompting an elegant tune in it's wake.

'She did say she had a band..didn't she?...what did she say they were called again..?'  The blond attempted to recall, reminiscing on the encounter, only a day prior.

The melody of piano echoed through the halls, the same few keys being played repeatedly to replicate the same bridge over and over  - almost obsessively-  like a broken record. It was as if he was trying to summon a ghostly image of her his thoughts, shutting his crimson eyes to visualise the memory. By now, he had been playing so quickly, not missing a note,  that the once beautiful song had turned sour while his fingers moved robotically. 

Faster.

Faster.

Faster.

"William!"

DUNG

William winced, both at the sound of the dull note he had mistakenly hit, and because his younger brother was calling out to him from behind, a concerned frown on his face. 

"Louis?" He whispered softly, turning to face him on his seat. 

"Are you alright, brother?" Louis asked, fiddling with the frame of his glasses "I was trying to tell you to quiet down, but you weren't answering me-"

"Good afternoon," Albert smiled, entering the large estate with his other brother while the others by the piano turned to look at him, smiling politely. "Was Will playing Tchaikovsky again?"

The dirty blond pulled a face, a mixture of confusion and disgust while William and Louis greeted Albert upon seeing him enter. 

"He has." Louis stated "All day." 

"Ever since yesterday afternoon, you've just been coming back to that piano, haven't you?" Albert chuckled "And swan's lake of all things?" 

The older William scoffed, moving past the brunette "He's been doing that since yesterday? How weird can you get..." he said, furrowing his eyebrows 

Of course, his brothers were unaware of the encounter  that he had had the day before, so they hadn't understood the significance that swan's lake held. 

"It isn't that much of an issue, brother." Louis said reassuringly "But I'd prefer a calmer environment to study.."

"I, I apologise.." William spoke "I've had a lot on my mind, that's all." 

Albert furrowed his eyebrows, approaching his brothers and leaning against the wooden piano. "That's rather typical of you." 

"Yes, well I'm always thinking." The blond said, his lips thinning in a frown. 

"About university perhaps?" Albert said, raising a brow curiously. "I don't blame you for being nervous of course, it's quite a change and it's less than a couple of months until freshers week at Oxford." 

"Still don't get why you wanna study maths," The other William chimed in as he held his phone in his hand, scrolling aimlessly through some social media app. "I mean Oxfords cool and all but what do you even do after that? Become a teacher?" 

The older William, Albert's biological brother, had been studying finance and marketing at King's college London university for the past 2 years, and in October, he was to return for his third and final year. Afterwards,  he secretly hoped to work for the Moriarty family company, lead by Albert following their father's passing. 

"If Will likes maths then I don't see why he shouldn't do it," Albert glared at his little brother. "He's good at everything, but maths is his passion, and he's pursuing it for that reason, unlike some of us." 

Chestnut coloured eyes looked up from the phone screen to the side of Albert's head "yeah well I don't think you liked business management much either," 

Louis let out an 'ahem', cutting between a potential quarrel between the two brothers. 

"I'm not worried, Albert." The blond William reassured "In fact, I'm rather excited." 

"I should hope so..honestly you could have gone a couple of years ago if it wasn't for the admissions board." The brunette sighed "Anyways, we fixed the piano and mother will be here in a bit to take William home, because he can't drive." Albert said, putting his hand on the dirty blond's shoulder 

Offended, the older William turned to Albert, glaring with his mouth agape. "I'll have you know I have my provisional license!" 

"Not enough to drive." 

"I don't have my driver's license," Louis said in attempt to avoid conflict once more. 

Out of all his brothers, he was likely the most sane. Albert was possibly an insane alcoholic who almost smiled when he heard his father died, the older William had a strange imposter syndrome which he disguised with narcissistic tendencies and the younger William didn't even use his real name and probably had a bookshelf fall on his head when he was a kid leading everyone to think he was autistic or something. 

"That's because you're barely 17," The younger William said. 

"Oh well forgive me for being too busy to do the test because I was preoccupied after the divorce because I was practically the only one there for-!" 

The door swung open once more. 

"Mother?" 

"William?" A dirty blond middle aged woman greeted "You and Albert are here early." She turned to the younger William and Louis by the piano "Other William, you're here too. Hello, Louis." She smiled, giving Louis a wave.

"Hello," Louis stood up straight from leaning against the piano, as his brothers followed. 

"Mother, hi." The dirty blond William said, somewhat surprised "Thank goodness you're here. I think I was starting to lose it. This one," He pointed his thumb to the other William who was still sat beside the piano. One could compare him to a little sad puppy. "Has been playing Tchaikovsky all day apparently."

"Don't be rude William, I'm sure it sounds lovely," Mrs moriarty furrowed her eyebrows, then turned to her other son "Albert, how have you been? I've heard you've made a few more investments." 

Albert nodded as Louis left to make some tea "Just a few more shops, nothing too major...although I've considered an entertainment agency, but that's yet to take off." He said "How have you been mother?" 

Previously, Albert, as well as his adopted brothers, didn't have the best relationship with Mrs Moriarty. After years of being married to the psycho she called her husband, it had made her a much different woman. She became constantly paranoid about her husband leaving her for another woman (even though she didn't like him much at all) or afraid her children were constantly in danger. 

At one point, she was convinced her second son, William was being bullied when he was in primary school because he had a bruise on his leg and ended up screaming at his teacher so hard she cried. 

Following the divorce though, that same William had convinced his mother to get therapy and ever since, she had been getting better, slowly but surely. She didn't even seem that affected by the death of her now ex-husband last year. 

"A lot better than I was this time last year," she said with a melancholic smile. "Congratulations by the way," she turned to William "Attending Oxford in the autumn...it's quite the accomplishment. It's a family tradition amongst the Moriartys..of course there would be no shame in not following it, traditions are meant to be broken in a time like ours, but I say it's the best place for a boy like you." 

William, who had often been treated coldly by Mrs Moriarty, before she started going to therapy, seemed a little surprised at the passing compliment. Even after she had started getting better, it was rare that Mrs Moriarty would come visit Albert, let alone her two adopted sons and they had only recently called her 'mother' for the first time too. 

Louis began to walk towards the kitchen "I'll get you some tea, mother," 

"Thank you Louis, two-" she started, cut off by Louis who flashed her a smile 

"Sugars and green tea, I remember." He said, leaving the large lounge.

Once Louis had finished brewing Mrs Moriarty her tea as well as for his other brothers and himself, they had all sat in the lounge, somewhat awkwardly until the older William made some comment about his plans for his final year 

"I'm rather excited for the second term," he told his mother. "I wonder if Colombia is as big as Kings..I used to get lost all the time when I first started." 

"Are you sure you even have the capabilities to study abroad by yourself?" Albert asked as he placed his teacup down on his saucer "And you'll be studying with the fourth years too..doesn't that trouble you?" 

Albert had just graduated a couple of months ago and was already swarmed with work, he didn't need to worry for his little brother getting lost in a city he barely knew. 

William was to go on an exchange programme in January to New York, which was quite the challenge for a boy who could count the number of nights he had spent away from home on one hand. There wasn't any particular reason for it, but his two adopted brothers both suspected it was because Albert was to do the same until the abrupt death of his father in his second year. Since then, he'd only ever taken care of his fathers affairs (financial, not romantic...Albert wasn't a predator after all) 

"I'll be fine, I'm not a child." He frowned "I'll be there until Easter and then return back to London just in time for finals and graduation." 

"I think it's a good idea," Louis spoke, "In fact, I'd like to go a year abroad myself when the time comes..it does foster independence after all." 

"Indeed," The younger William agreed, picking his teacup up "Sometimes you don't necessarily need to be ready to step outside of your comfort zone." 

"Well said," Mrs Moriarty smiled "University is the best opportunity to do so..in fact, that was how I was introduced to your father," she said to her two older sons. 

Cue another awkward silence. 

"My, would you look at the time," Albert looked at his Watch-less wrist before being nudged by Louis. He promptly fixated his gaze on his other wrist. "I should be going to bed soon." 

"At 7pm?" William raised an eyebrow as he looked to his mother in disbelief "how old are you, Albert, eight?" 

"Well I-" 

"Brother has a long day ahead of him tomorrow." William said calmly, standing up "he has to wake up at 4 am tomorrow morning to prepare for a meeting at work..it's a rather important one too."

He wasn't lying. Albert had a packed schedule tomorrow from travelling all the way to York for a meeting then back to London by midday and then to his office for another few hours to finish up on some projects, then he had a colleague's , a big stakeholder, wedding to attend as well as going shopping for a new suit and all that with barely any breaks in between. 

"Ah, my apologies, Albert," Mrs Moriarty said sympathetically "Come along, William. We must be going now if you want to finish buying your back to school essentials tomorrow..we have a long day ahead of us after all, of course not as much as Albert's.." 

"Bye then." William sighed and got to his feet, reluctantly saying his goodbyes as he left with his mother. 

For a moment, the three brothers stood in silence, the memory of Mr Moriarty death washing over them, before Louis eventually spoke. 

"I'm going to go revise.." He said quietly, slowly leaving the room as Albert let out a teasing remark.

His green eyes twinkled mischievously "Why exactly were you playing Tchaikovsky, Will?" 

William looked down, his long hair covering his face slightly, "I just remembered, I have something to do as well." He murmured following his brother out of the room. 

"If you say so," Albert chuckled, watching his brother rush off, uncharacteristically flustered. 

A/N: Mr moriarty fucking died 🤣🤣 deserved L + bozo + skill issue. bro u guys have no idea how hard it is to write a scene with the Moriarty brothers. Like I’m losing it with the two similar names and shit. Also to those of you who thought I’d make Mrs Moriarty dead or an abusive bitch, you thought wrong!! She and the og will are alive and getting the therapy they deserve!! If anyone gets mad at me for this, just say you don’t like character redemption with actually evil characters 🙄 anyways less about these stupid rich mfers, next chapter is focused on (Name) and her band of brokies

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #—are you mine 🎸

[hutaoscoffinn]

Thank you so much for writing for the absolute Queen herself!!!

Another person and I have been screaming about your writing for a couple of days now💖💖

If it's okay with you Can I please request rika being the smooth flirt she is. Because she likes her cute date getting flustered.

If not it's okay to ignore this : )

Thank you!

YES OFC YOU CAN REQUEST THAT I WILL ALWAYS WRITE FLIRTY RIKA. Also omg THANK YOUU omg never in my little life did I think someone would love my writing so much to scream about it thank you so much!!! Ahhh thats such high praise thank youuu

Omgomg okayokay flirty Rika doing this headcanon style because yes~

Warnings: suggestive, flirty Rika, use of atta girl, princess, pretty girl, flustered reader, still fluffy tho, Rika is a simp part 93738379272, this was so fun to write omg

Character: Rika of the elite 4

Requests: OPEN

Well it’s probably well known by now that I see Rika as quite a flirt and a smooth talker so this will be fun

Rika is one to use petnames a LOT for you

In fact she hardly uses your name unless its for a serious matter so you can always expect Rika to address you with a sweet petname

Some of her favorites being

Baby

Babe

Sweetheart

Princess

Darling

Angel

Those are just to name a few

Rika always uses petnames for you whether you two are at home or in public

So yes, she will be calling you her sweetest angel in front of her coworkers because she has absolutely no shame

If your face heats up because of it and you start to get flustered Rika will smirk, leaning close and whispering in your ear

“You okay baby? Your face is getting a little warm ya know.”

Please smack her she deserves it

Another way Rika flirts is by bringing you flowers all the time

Whether its just one rose that she tucks behind your ear or a big bouquet

Rika loves bringing you flowers and she presents them to you with a slight bow, taking your hand and kissing the back of it

“For you, my angel.”

How is Rika more gentlemanly than ACTUAL men as she should be

Rika also flirts with you by using simple acts of service

Like opening the door for you, pulling your chair out, holding the umbrella over your head

When you thank her, she winks at you with a sly grin

“Don’t mention it princess. Good ol’ Rika has to take care of her baby ya know.”

God and when Rika buckles your seatbelt for you don’t evEN—

This flirty bitch leans over you, slowly dragging the strap of the seatbelt over your body until it clicks in place

Its incredibly intimate and she always gives you a little wink and a kiss on the cheek to leave you all flustered before she shuts your door for you

As I said, she’s a gentleman or is it gentlewoman?? Eh who cares

When Rika is feeling extra naughty she will torment you by whispering in your ear randomly throughout the day

She enjoys how you squeak in response to her smooth voice and the feeling of her lips brushing the shell of your ear

She will pull you against her as she does this too

Her hands on your hips as she presses your back against her front

It always leaves you flustered, face buried in your hands leaving poor Rika to have to move them off so she can see that cute flustered expression

“Cmon pretty girl, look at me wont you?”

When she finally gets your hands away from her face you can see the teasing glint in her eye and how proud she looks of herself for being able to reduce you to a flustered mess

She will praise you though if you manage to look at her

“Atta girl, thats my good baby.”

Now if you don’t look at her…

Well…

Rika is most certainly okay with using some aha,,, certain methods

Methods that might involve you underneath her for an extended period of time

But you didnt hear that from me

While Rika may be incredibly skilled at smooth talking and flirting

Her flirting isn’t always so sly and dare I say, sexy

She is a fan of terrible pickup lines that make you want to jump out of your skin and hide because they are stupid amounts of cheese

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine written all over you.”

“Rika please shut up—“

Smack her I’m beggING

And of course after every single cheesy pickup line Rika cannot help her laugh and huge smile

In all honesty thats worth putting up with the cheesy pickup line

Her laughter in contagious too so you two end up leaning against each other laughing until you are out of breath

Which is of course when Rika will pull you closer, watching as your breath hitches

“Damn, guess I really do steal your breath away.”

SMACK HER RIGHT NOW—

All in all though Rika is a sweetheart

She is also a firm believer that the flirting never stops even when you two are officially dating

There is not a day where Rika will wake up and not be set on winning your heart all over again

So every day without fail Rika will flirt with you, just as lovestruck as she was when she first met you, when she got to know you, when she finally asked you out

She loves you a lot and wants to make sure you never forget it

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

#coffinn.writes #coffinn.requests #rika x reader #rika x reader fluff #pokemon rika headcanon #elite four rika x reader #elite 4 rika x reader #rika elite four #rika elite 4 #pokemon rika #pokemon rika x reader #rika x you #pokemon rika x you #rika headcanons #flirty rika #this was so fun to write #kinda short but ahh I hope its good

[creative-kny-fics]

Hello :3

I behold, a request for you (*if requests are open*)

Could you do,

Switches: Sanemi, Mitsuri? Maybe it's when Sanemi and her first meet?

Feel free to decline this ofc! :3

It makes me laugh that Sanemi would tell Mitsuri to change her uniform when he clearly has a similar uniform to hers 🤣

Switches: Mitsuri Kanroji and Sanemi Shinazugawa

'W-WHY IS YOUR UNIFORM NORMAL SHINOBU-SAN?!', Mitsuri squealed embarrassed and covering herself with her haori.

Maeda, the tailor who made her uniform had "assured" to the pink-haired girl that the measurements of the uniform were perfect and that it was the uniform that women wore.

She was clearly deceived...

'They also gave me that uniform at the beginning... I burned it in front of the tailor and I also did it with Kanao's. Here, I'll lend you my matches...' 'SHI-SHINOBU-SAN!!'

Mitsuri didn't have the heart to do it, but a white-haired boy who was at that meeting and heard what she said, did...

'KANROJI-SAN! FORGIVE US FOR THE UNIFORM!! WE WILL MAKE YOU A NEW ONE, WE SWEAR!!', Mitsuri turned to see the kakushis, what were they talking about?

'I don't understand... There's no need, I know how much you work to create uniforms, it's not necessary, I'm-...'

'Shinazugawa-San looked for Maeda-San and he almost wet his pants with fear... we beg forgiveness!'

'Shinazugawa-San did WHAT?!'

She couldn't believe it, was it uncomfortable to feel the gaze of others because of the uniform she was wearing? Yes it was.

But there was no need for Sanemi to terrify the kakushis, so frowning, she accepted the apology and assured them that she didn't need a new uniform, after that, she went to find Sanemi.

'Oh it's you... I talked to the kakushis and they should soon give you a new uniform... You don't have to thank me', Sanemi said as if it were nothing.

'Shinazugawa-San! You were very cruel!' 'Just change your uniform and stop showing so much skin, and leave me alone, the last thing I want is to fight with a woman today...'

'It sounds kind of hypocritical if you say it... You know?'

Sanemi sighed, his uniform was normal, but he loved showing that scar on his chest, he felt so proud of it that he wanted to show it almost always, plus he couldn't stand wearing a uniform with a collar all day, it irritated him.

'It's different. Take it or leave it, I have no reason to wear a longer, closed uniform, you do...'

'I can show you some reasons to do so...', she whispered.

What was she saying? Sanemi didn't understand until Mitsuri, without much effort, managed to sneak her fingers through his uniform, starting to run them up and down Sanemi's sides like spider legs.

Out of surprise, Sanemi let out a gasp but he didn't want to do more, he wasn't going to laugh, why would he even? 'Come on, who are you kidding Sanemi-Kun? I see a little smile~'

'O-of cohourse no-not! St-stop this shihihit!'

'Could... But how do you do it if with that uniform you invite someone to tickle you~?', Sanemi denied.

Nobody, truly NO ONE, had dared to do that, who would? They would probably come out with a bitten hand, a black eye, or blood running from their nose.

Mitsuri had something going for her, Sanemi isn't usually so cruel to girls, and she was one, so...

'Owwww come on Sanemi-Kun! I know you want to laugh~ you can stop that facade of trying to be tough, smile at life!' 'I'm not laughing! MHMHMHMHM!! Ge-gehehet awahahay!!'

'Mmmm...', she mumbled, his sides weren't that ticklish.

But what prevented her from continuing? When she touched his lower ribs and began to slowly raise her fingers, she began to notice how Sanemi's knees began to shake, she was getting close to a bad place...

'I swehehar, if yo-you dohon't sto-stop, I'm gohoing to-!! GRRRR!! FU-FUHUCK OHOHOFF!!'

'Aha! Apparently I found a bad spot~ you know? If you had your uniform buttoned up, this wouldn't happen... It would give you some protection after all~'

Sanemi growled, it was ridiculous! But what could he do? He couldn't bend down and try to tickle her thighs, it wouldn't be right...

'Awwww is this too much for you Sanemi-Kun~? I'm starting to believe that the way you wear your uniform is for-! EEEEEEEEH?!'

'And what makes you think that the uniform was going to protect you, even a little?!', Sanemi definitely knows how to quickly catch his breath. 'B-Buhuhut-!! EHEHEHEHEHE!! SAHANEHEHEMI-KUN!!'

'You see it?! There is no difference. Huh? You don't believe it? Then we'll have to show it to you!'

Sanemi... No matter how hard you try, you're not going to get Mitsuri to give up so soon, she likes that kind of games and coexistence with her friends.

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!sanemi #lee!sanemi #ler!mitsuri #lee!mitsuri

[shangrila11]

Knowing the enemy // Blitzwing (TfA) & reader

"Now wear did I put the syringes?" you muttered, looking around. After combing around the medical bay, you managed to find said items sitting on a table. Letting out a quiet 'aha', you grabbed the syringes and placed them in the box you were carrying. As you did so, you spotting the band on your wrist. The Decepticons had put it on you to keep track of your movements and to harm you if you were to do anything rash. It was a constant reminder that you were their prisoner. You frowned. You hoped that the Autobots and Sari were alright. As much as you trust the Autobots to take care of the young girl, you couldn't help worry about Sari. She was your charge, after all. You had to escape from here and reunite with them. Somehow.

Your pondering was interrupted by the sound of the doors opening. Random entered the medical bay, greeting you and asking what you were doing.

"What does it look like to you?" you asked, smiling. However, your smile didn't reach your eyes and your voice dripped with sarcasm. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you looked at it), Random didn't pick up on your sarcasm and instead chattered on. You sighed and decided to ignore him, hoping that he would take the hint and leave you alone. However, the Deception still continued talking.

"Could you please shut up!" you yelled, your patience finally running out. Random looked bewildered to say the least but before he could speak, you continued, "Do you not get it the first time? I don't wish to talk to you, who is part of the group that holds me hostage and blackmailss me into work with them so that those I care about won't get harmed. So please kindly get out. I want to be left alone." Random, although seeming reluctant, did as told. As soon as he left, you gritted your teeth, trying to stop the tears that threatened to spill, before resuming your work.

After a while, you had calmed down and was about to finish the sorting the medical supplies when there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, can I come in?" Random asked.

"Yes, you can," you agreed. Random entered the medical bay hesitantly.

"Sorry about earlier. I haven't interacted much with you humans aside from you know, harming you guys. Besides, you seem nice. Nicer than my teammates, anyway," he apologised. You raised an eyebrow. Dang. The Decepticons were a terrible bunch for him to think that way. Not that you didn't know that, of course.

"Eh, it's fine," you waved a hand. "I could have made myself clearer." An awkward silence fell between the two of you before you spoke, "I there's anything you're curious about or you just want to talk to me in general, feel free to do so. Just... don't expect me to reveal anything that may give me or the Autobots any disadvantage."

"Really?"

"Of course. Unless you want me to change my mind," you shrugged.

"Of course not!" Random hurriedly replied.

"Good. Now if there's nothing else, you may go. I have things to do," you said.

"Alright. See you around, human."

"See you."

(Requested by @ellen-andriodo)

(Apologies if Blitzwing is ooc and if it's a little short.)

#oneshot #blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #reader insert

[kumothe-artichoke]

Chapter 2 : the start

There may be mistakes. English is not my native language.

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“-You !”

Kumo says this in an unpleasant tone. The blue-haired boy has a bow in his back. He has rather short hair. Hearing Kumo's voice, he turned around, looking threatening. He has only light blue pupils, without any light inside. He is blind. Kumo could now see his outfit. This one had nothing to do with the one which Kumo had thought of. The teenager's gaze changed. She was wrong. This boy was not the one she expected.

“- What ?”

The boy had a slight broken voice. He was waiting for an answer from Kumo, but she was so surprised that she was wrong that she did not answer. After a few minutes, she spoke in a small anxious voice.

“-Uh… sorry… nothing…”

A silence. The boy was about to turn around to continue on his way, but Eucalyptus suddenly intervened.

“-Kumo ! You are so talented! How did you find someone strong at the first time?!

-Wh-what ? Kumo looked at eucalyptus, not understanding what she meant by that.

-Well, this boy is strong! Look at him, don't you feel it?”

Kumo looked at the boy again, who had stopped again to *look* at the two girls. Now, she can see it. The aura he gave off was special.

“-Well, sir uh, the blue-haired boy. Do you want to join our organisation ? Eucalyptus says it without thinking too much about how suspicious this sudden request was.

-No. Bye. The boy had answered that without even thinking. He was about to leave again when eucalyptus stopped him a second time.

-Wait ! Our organisation aims to destroy the Cross. Aren't you interested ?”

The boy's look changed. Indeed, Eucalyptus had just raised a point that interested him.

“-Maybe... how many members are there in the organisation?

-Two.

-Two ?! Only two ? And you really want to succeed in destroying an organisation made up of hundreds of people and which is the central pillar of all other organisations with TWO people ?!

-Aha, well if you join it, we'll be three. So no, your thing doesn't work.

-Uhh…. Well, how do you plan to destroy the Cross?

-Join the organisation and I'll tell you.”

Kumo watched the two discuss. She was in retreat... COMPLETELY panicked. It was too much social interaction for her. The discussion continued...

“-So, do you want to join us, Mr. the blue-haired boy?

-Stop calling me that. My name is Zephyr.

-Okay, sorry, the blue-haired boy called Zephyr. I'm Eucalyptus. And, there, it’s Kumo. My friend. And also my work colleague in the organisation.

-uh… uh. He- hello ? Kumo was trying to smile but she remained anxious to talk to a stranger.

-Hi ?… Zephyr looked strangely at Kumo before looking at Eucalyptus again. So, uh. Yeah. Why not try your organisation. I hope it's worth it, otherwise I resign directly.

-Nooooo waaaay… Zephyr ! Thank you so much ! Eucalyptus jumped into the arms of her new colleague, who immediately pushed her away.”

Kumo remained silent, but began to be a little more comfortable. The three new colleagues began to walk together. Eucalyptus was constantly talking about everything and nothing: such as how beautiful the song of the birds was or how huge a tree was. Zephyr not answered her, except Kumo who nodded from time to time. The more time passed, the more Kumo placed small words and sentences. After walking for about 30 minutes, a sign said: "You are leaving the Arden Forest. Welcome to Anclona, the Department of Peace.”

“-Finally ! Sighed Eucalyptus.

-Why are we here? The Arden Forest is calmer, isn't it? In Anclona, there are far too many... people…. Erk… Kumo looked away by saying that.

-Anclona is a place on, there is no fight or problems of organisations here. I prefer not to leave this department until the plan is finalised. Eucalyptus had a serious look, for once, by saying that.”

Kumo nods, then the three walked a little before arriving at the border of a village. They bypass it, not wanting to attract attention. After a few minutes, eucalyptus stopped walking and sat down on a trunk that was falling to the ground. Zephyr did the same, but Kumo stood up.

“-Okay. It's time to unveil my SUPER COOL plan against the cross... Eucalyptus was smiling.

Zephyr suddenly intervened.

-Wait, Eucalyptus. Someone is listening to us. He had a dark look. Kumo had felt it too. She looked behind a trunk.

- Get out of here.”

White feathers could be distinguished.

Is that wings?

Who was hiding behind this trunk?

[elydition]

Sparked

Things changed.

It was a slow and culminating change, like gentle waves slowly taking apart a sandcastle long after it had been abandoned.

They started with linked pinkies in public, both with faces flushed and dazzling eyes. It felt loud and confident to the two men at the time. Quick glances accompanied by smiles from their friends and coworkers helped them feel more comfortable in public. No one had dared to say anything directly to them.

They moved on to holding hands and expressing their admiration for each other verbally in public. Kazuha and Heizou enjoyed being able to express their affections without a glaring gaze following them. No one thought much of two men or two women being partners; The Raiden Shogun and Guuji Yae have always hinted at having a deeper relationship. Perhaps that was Inazuma’s own way of expressing freedom.

Kazuha and Heizou had just gone with the changes they developed, but never solidly spoke about their developing romance. They were too busy enjoying each other for now.

They even grew confident enough to give each other quick kisses when they crossed paths, and still, no one would say a thing.

Except for the sparky Naganohara girl.

“Look at you two!” She beamed at them when they approached her. She slung her arms around their necks for a suffocating hug that only was comfortable when from her. “You’re glowing!”

“Miya,” Heizou whined at her loudness but smiled brilliantly anyway.

“It’s… been a tough journey for you both,” Yoimiya said after releasing them, still keeping her hands on their shoulders. “Having someone to share that pain and develop precious memories with is beautiful.”

“I agree, Miya. I hear there’s a special firework show soon?” Kazuha saw her smile grow tenfold. “What’s the occasion?”

“The Almighty Shogun and Guuji Yae requested a firework show for their birthdays this year! It’s such a huge honor, Guuji Yae approached me herself.” Yoimiya puffed her chest out, propping her hands on her hips in a powerful pose.

“Your love is quite contagious,” Heizou said. “I’m sure it’ll be amazing, as always.”

“You betcha! It’ll be tomorrow night if you two wanna catch it.” She winked at the men before her cutely. “Amakane Island is the best for viewing it. I plan on starting a bit before midnight and a little into the morning so it occurs on both of their birthdays! Everyone loves to celebrate their birthdays like this, so there shouldn’t be any disturbances. You two should make it a date!”

Yoimiya grew a little puzzled when the men in front of her turned bright right. Heizou thought she looked like a lost puppy when her head tilted to the side.

“Don’t tell me… you two haven’t been on a date yet?” Yoimiya’s eyes widened immediately when the two nodded slowly. “It’ll be a memorable first date then! Make it a fun little picnic, I’ll see if I can get Thoma to keep the island clear tomorrow night for you two.”

“You don’t have to!” Heizou tried to interrupt her, but Yoimiya continued to ramble on.

“Kuki can probably get the gang involved to keep civilians out if they don’t want to officially lock down the island,” Yoimiya whispered to herself. An idea must’ve crossed her mind when she suddenly turned around, digging around for something in their shed. “Aha! A picnic basket!”

She turned around, smile wide and cute dimples appearing on her cheeks as she extended the basked to Kazuha.

“Feel free to keep it! We’ve had it for quite some time, but have never been able to find its original owner.”

“Thank you, Yoimiya,” Kazuha said.

“Alright, now scurry along! I need to start transporting fireworks already. Go plan your date!”

She sent them off with one last hug.

“You know… I’ve never been on a proper date,” Heizou’s ears turned pink pulling at his collared necklace. “I’m not sure what to do.”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t either,” Kazuha chuckled at their inexperience with standard dating. “Neither of us have expectations then. It can be whatever we wish it to be.”

“I suppose you’re right, Zuzu,” Heizou mumbled, taking Kazuha’s hand into his once more. “Why don’t I settle getting food prepared for tomorrow and you handle anything else? What do people bring on picnics?” Heizou trailed off.

“I suppose we may need to ask someone,” Kazuha interjected. “Perhaps Miss Shinobu may be able to help us out. I’ll go pay her a visit.”

“Sounds good to me. I may be occupied the rest of the evening with the office, but I’ll see you tomorrow night? I’ll get everything wrapped up and see who’s willing to take over some tasks for now.” Heizou pecked Kazuha’s cheek.

“I’m fine with that. See you tomorrow, Detective. Let us meet in Byakko Plain.”

– – –

“Miss Shinobu,” Kazuha found her exactly where he assumed she would be.

Outside the police station.

“Oh! Kazuha! How’ve you been?” Kuki asked, slipping her mask back on discreetly. “It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you.”

“I’ve been well, thank you for asking. I hope the gang has been kind to you, as well.”

“I’m debating leaving their asses in there tonight, just so I can have an evening of peace.” Kuki smoothed her brows out with her fingers, pushing away the creases that were forming.

“I happen to have a question for you,” Kazuha cleared his throat. His embarrassment creeping back up. “If you have the time.”

“Fire away!”

“What does one bring on a picnic date?” Kazuha pressed his lips together afterward, directing his gaze to the beautiful trees behind the buildings. A soft snicker could be heard from Kuki, but Kazuha didn’t hear any teasing tilt to it.

“Well, anything you want. Yet, you’re asking me. You have no idea where to start do you?” Kuki deduced correctly.

“Heizou will be handling any food he wants to bring, but any extra items have fallen into my hands to be cared for.”

“Let’s go for a walk then! I can probably help you pick up some stuff as we think.” Kuki slapped his back, which stung surprisingly more than Kazuha anticipated. “First, let’s grab a drink of some type. Don’t want to fall out because of heat stroke before your first date, do you?”

“Miss Shinobu,” Kazuha groaned at her antics.

“Call me Kuki, for Archon’s sake. I’m just a deputy leader for a gang, nothing more and nothing less.”

The two stopped by a stall nearby that was selling some lemonade due to the rather harsh heat of the day. The vendor recognized Kuki and insisted the drinks were on the house, talking about how much Kuki had helped the vendor gain a positive reputation. Kazuha nudged at her with his elbow, a teasing smirk gracing his lips as she stuttered and fumbled for her words.

“We appreciate your kindness. It would be rude of us to object your offer afer hearing what Miss Shinobu has helped you accomplish.” Kazuha said, immediately winning the heart of the vendor.

“Exactly, young man! Now hurry along, you two. Don’t stay out in this heat too long!”

As soon as their backs turned to the vendor, Kuki glared at Kazuha.

“I’m going to tip her the equivalent of what these cost later, I hope you know that.” He just knew she was sticking her tongue out at him. “Anyway. I think Komore Teahouse might be a good place to go for some items. I’ve got an agreement with Thoma so I’m able to go and come as I please, you should be just fine as well.”

– – –

“Heizou! My bro!”

Heizou froze in his tracks, knowing exactly who spotted him. Did he have time to deal with such a rambunctious guy right now?

“I know you hear me, blockhead!”

What case could Heizou mention he was working on that was boring enough for Itto to move on?

“Shinobu sent word of a date!” The oni sang happily.

“I’m ignoring you, Itto.” Heizou verbalized.

“I can see that, Detective! Come on, just a quick word, dude? Spare a little time for your favorite oni?”

“The only oni I know.”

“That’s right!” Itto tossed his arm over Heizou’s shoulders, engulfing him almost completely. “The one and oni, Arataki Itto, has come with a list of restaurants willing to do a picnic meal that will be ready for pick up before the firework show.”

Heizou wiggled his way out of Itto’s hold and reached for the note. However, Itto stretched his arm far above his head.

“A simple thank you is all I require, bro. Let me hear it and you get the note.”

Heizou breathed deeply. Itto’s antics were lighthearted, but he hated his small stature being used against him.

“Fine. Thank you, Itto. Extend that thanks to Miss Shinobu as well.”

“Will do, little man!” Itto slapped the note into Heizou’s hand unforgivingly. Heizou’s hand stung greatly at the contact.

A gentle giant sometimes unaware of his own strength is the best way to describe Itto. Heizou noticed Itto had went on his way directly afterward. It was a bit sudden, but Heizou’s energy was wiped after that brief meeting. He finally glanced at the note properly, recognizing all the restaurants. At the end was a quick note scribbled by Kuki.

Hopefully this note finds you somewhat peacefully, Detective. Itto was the only one able to track you down fast enough. All of these places agreed to do a quick picnic set up for a friend of mine. They don’t usually do these, but connections pay off! Just tell them I sent you and they’ll get things going for you.

Bless Shinobu.

Heizou knew one of the restaurants very well and set out that way immediately. The cases he was wrapping weren’t overly demanding so he could detour for a quick moment. Thankfully, it wasn’t all that far anyway.

– – –

Kazuha arrived early with the various items Kuki helped him decide on. He debated on going to set everything up on the island, but grew much too nervous to do so. He knew there was no reason to become so riddled with anxiety when it came to Heizou, but old habits die hard.

A sweet scent on the breeze alerted Kazuha of Heizou’s arrival. His unique attunement to nature gave him an advantage in some situations, but in this moment, Kazuha’s heart beat harder than before.

“Zuzu! Didn’t keep you waiting, did I?” Heizou wore a beautiful smile. “The chefs at the restaurant were really interested in who my date was.”

“Not surprising,” Kazuha said. “You hardly get along with anyone.”

“Oh, come on! You’re so mean to me, Zuzu,” Heizou said, approaching Kazuha at last. “Let’s head that way?”

Their hands linked almost as if magnetized. It was hard to keep their distance when the other was so close.

“I’m not sure if this is the best time, but it’s been bothering me a bit,” Heizou cleared his throat. “You seem to be worried a lot. Usually in a scenario where you believe you could be faced with rejection.”

Kazuha sighed, looking down at their hands.

“I know, I apologize. It has nothing to do with you, Hei.”

“Would you let me hear more?”

“I assume you’re familiar with my friend who was killed by the Almighty Shogun,” Kazuha heard a noise of confirmation. “I loved him once. I loved him quietly. I stayed by his side and yearned for more. However, I didn’t want to push him away. I realized on the day he died and the day I made my escape, I had never once told him my feelings.”

Heizou was quiet, waiting to see if Kazuha was done. The samurai wondered if he really wanted to divulge more.

But for their sake, he did.

“My cowardice led to me never revealing my feelings to him. One may assume I should act differently. You may think I would be much more forward, never wanting to let a precious moment slip by. Yet, it doesn’t work like that for me. I fear all of my bonds may fade away into nothingness, no matter what I do. Is the journey truly worth it if the end is devastating?” Kazuha mumbled. He stared down at his feet, noticing they stopped at some point.

“Zuzu, look at me, please?” Heizou whispered softly. The sandy beach was difficult to look away from, but Kazuha finally glanced up at the detective.

“Trauma affects everyone differently. There’s no way you should act because something happened. I understand why you may think the way you do, but I want to offer you my companionship.” Heizou touched Kazuha’s cheek gently, and Kazuha simply melted into the touch. “I lost someone once too. My first and last true friend died in my arms as I tried to save him. It felt as if a piece of me died with him. As time went on, the piece I thought was missing mended itself. It still weighs heavy on my mind and heart. It’s not easy to move on.”

“It really isn’t.” Kazuha brought his hand up to Heizou’s, then moved to kiss his palm. “I never knew you experienced such a thing too.”

“You ask if the journey is worth the end, and I would like to think so.” Heizou smiled at Kazuha. “I wouldn’t be here, holding you and comforting you if it wasn’t part of our journey. One day, we will grow old and pass on. Maybe we one day grow apart before then. However, I want to enjoy your company and soothe your worries until that time comes.”

Heizou’s thumb brushing away warm tears alerted Kazuha that he was crying. How could he not have realized?

“You-” Kazuha was for once, at a loss for words. “Your words mean a lot to me, Hei. I hope to stay by your side as well. To protect you and hold you. I don’t want to miss an opportunity again, but I am scared. I’m scared you may decide I am not worth your time or am too much of an emotional burden for you.”

“Not at all, Kazuha.” Heizou put down the basket he was carrying and took Heizou’s cheeks within both of his hands. “My heart has decided it’s content with your company. An open dialogue between us and an understanding of our own emotions will help us greatly. If we put in the work now to understand each other as partners, our time later will not be strained.”

In lieu of words, Kazuha surged in to press his lips to Heizou’s, hoping it was enough to convey his messy thoughts. Heizou seemed to catch on to the silent meaning, which relieved Kazuha.

“Let’s get going before it get’s too late,” Kazuha whispered.

– – –

“Miss Shinobu managed to help us both out,” Heizou said after hearing Kazuha’s adventure with her yesterday. “We will have to do something for her in return.”

“I agree. The food is very nice as well, I quite like the onigiri.” Kazuha said, picking up one of the neatly wrapped triangles. “The use of purple and pink on everything to celebrate the Almighty Shogun and Guuji Yae; it seems Inazuma has really come a long way since the Vision Hunt and Sakoku Decree ended.”

“Absolutely, it’s much more comfortable to live in Inazuma now.” Heizou brushed the hair from Kazuha’s eyes. “I’m glad you’ve returned for now. When you head out with the Crux Fleet again, I may have to coerce Captain Beidou to let me come along.”

Kazuha laughed heartily, only because he knew Beidou would never tell Heizou no once she discovered the relationship between them.

“Beidou and the crew can be rather brash, sure you’re up for it?” Kazuha teased.

“I survive just fine in your company!” Heizou whined. “You’ve been subtly influenced by their pirate-y ways, Kaedehara.”

“I know, I know.” Kazuha could see the men around the firework boxes begin to get ready for the show. “How about we enjoy the view first though?”

“Of course,” Heizou said, wrapping his arms around Kazuha’s waist and dragging him into his lap. The samurai flushed but relaxed in his hold. Heizou littered quick kisses all over his cheek and neck until Kazuha was a giggling mess.

“I love you, Kazuha,” The detective whispered. Kazuha’s laughter faded but the smile never left his face.

“I love you too, Heizou.”

The two sealed their promises from earlier with a kiss as refreshing as the sea. It gave them hope and warmth in a way they never thought they could have.

They could hear when the fireworks went off, but they were too busy exploring each other’s lips to care. If they wanted to spend their entire date simply kissing the other, then who could tell them no?

#heikazu #kazuhei #shikanoin heizou #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact #yoimiya #kuki shinobu #arataki itto #picnic date #first date #confessions #kisses

[fartquen12]

Hey quen😊😊💕💕

can uf do zhongchi fic where childe is preg🥺🥺 and they raise thw stinky bwabby🥺🥺💕💕 thxx!.!

Omg yes bestie. Also since I am literally being such a bwimbwo whwore and want to stwab mwuself bc of a man (thats not very bwimbwo whore of me) This is a great idea.

Also next time pls put poop in the request and Also I only do y/n related stories so ya shes going to be in here.

UNFAIR RANK DIAPY WIPEY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Fart, Poop, Birth, Sea section, Unatural birth, dookie, Fat babies, dirhea, Nsfw??, Will defenitly offend you if your a mini kyle.

It was 10:30 pm and I (y/n) had woken up to this shitty sound. It was like really loud. When I realised thats childe creaming- SCREAMING. I got up quickly and ran to the bathroom he was in! "Childe what- whats wrong a-are you okay!?" I exclaimed "AY GET THO FUCK OUT IM TAKIN A SHITAAA!!!" childe screamed back at me "FUCK OKAY ASSHOLE!" I replied slamming the door after. I was so pissed when I felt a rock hard di- hand touch my arm "whats wrong baby?" I heard a deep im taking a shit pooping sounding voice say. "oh 'ts nothin' just childe being a bitc-" I stopped when I heard "THERES A HEAD THERES A HEAD OUT MY ASSSSSS!" come from the bathroom. Me and zhongli ran into the bathroom and childe was standing with his asshole in the mirror and a small head covered in shit coming out his ass. Without saying anything zhongli ran to the car and forced childe and me into it. I had to sit in the back and childe was in the passanger seat zhongli driving. "THE BABYS COMING!" childe screached "YES BITCH I KNOW!!!" zhongli said angrily. I felt left out so I put on my headphones and turned on "taco fart song sped up 10 hours" On my switch lite. 5 minutes later we were at the hospital and i took off my headphones and me and zhongli and childe ran inside. Once we were inside zhongli told me to stay while childe and him went to the room. I felt left out again. So I decided to get a little risky with the patients in the large room I was in. I saw a strange man with blue hair and a huge shitty looking hat. I walked up to him and sat down next to him. "where ya from cutie." I said and I winked at him. "your moms ass." the cruel man said. "excuse me." I said. "haha just kiddin' im just pulling your leg IM from russia!" He said. I thought to myself man this guys cringe. I decided he was short and shitty for me. I looked over and saw the buffest hottest dude I have ever seen. I ran over to him and sat on his lap. "Damn baby lets go somewhere else." He said. Me and this man went to an empty surgery room. We started kissing. Shit. I farted. He looked at me. Laughed. And then we started kissing again. Then I heard the door open and while kissing this stranger I glanced over and saw a hobo looking man. "Hey butthole guye, Ive got the reports to your- OUHHHH PY AHA ADADADAY OH YA DADAY ISJDIUHSD ISUHIOOOHHOogOHOHOHUHOHUHOAOAAAHA!!!!" the man screamed- moaned? he ran away and the man I was kissing said "I need to go now, But call me my names kaeya, but you can call me- big daddy." The man left. I decided to go check on stupid ass childe. I looked through the door window since i wasnt allowed in. I saw childe holding a stinky ugly looking baby that looked like a noodle. childe told me to come in and say hi to our new baby. But i didnt want to. I was so disturbed at this rat ass looking childe I didnt know what to think, what to do, what to know. I stood there staring into its terrifying eyes for a while. Everything was gone except this strange childe. He seemed like a demon. "Hes...- terrifying.." I said. I placed a hand over my mouth as I slowly cried. "ACTUALLY ITS A GIRL." The nurse said. I screamed. I opened the door quickly ran through the hospital lobby and out the doors got in our car and left them there. I drove 5 states away.

10 years later...

I woke up to my alarm. I woke up my husband kaeya aswell. I walked downstairs and got started on breakfast. Kaeya gave me a kiss on the cheek and grabbed the keys to check our mailbox. I finished setting our food out at the table. Kaeya smiled when he saw the food. "Looks great thank you!" he said "Of course big daddy." I said. We ate breakfast silently and awkwardly. I went over to the mail he put on the counter and I saw a letter with my name. Y/n shitman. I opened it curiosly. It read, Dear Y/n Shitman, Due to the order of law you are five years passed on your payment, Your licesnse has been taken aswell as your toilet privlages and free yearly trip to england, Please come in contact with us soon. sincerly child department.

I was confused to what that was "whats that?" kaeya said "hmmm" I said in response. I saw another piece of paper in the envolope that read

Year one- $0.00

year two- $0.00

year three- $0.00

year four-$0.00

and it went all the way up to

year ten $0.00

I didnt understand until i saw in small print.

Hey y/n please pay for your goddamn poop riden child. We want 500 a month asshole. Child support please. sincerly childe and zhongli Shitman.

You paused. You dropped the letter to the floor and started tearing up. How could this trauma dump come back. You thought you would never have to hear from anything that had to do with that shit child again. when the paper fell it revealed the back of the paper which read.

You have 1 month to pay us 10k (btw we named her olivia and now we have another kid named topher)

"What- What the fuck is that!?" Kaeya said angrily.

"I-"

Part two???

#kaeya x y/n #genshin angst #genshin childe #childe x reader #fartquen12 #zhongli

[ask-flip-frost]

Day 2

"Nobody warned you about me?"

"Well, no. They warned me about a scary old witch that lives here, but you're not very old. They must be talking about somebody else." the child answered simply. "May I have my doll back? Mother will be awfully cross if I've lost it..."

Flip turned the simple doll over in her hands. It was threadbare and dirty from the careless play of several seasons, but sewn with love out of the fabric of a flour sack. When it had come sailing over the fence, she had shooed a crow away from its button eyes and picked it out of the fallen leaves. She was fully sized up for the day, so that she could walk among Humans.

"I'm sure she would be. How did it come to be in my garden, though? Did you throw it, or did someone else?" she asked.

"John Miller from down the street threw it over. He said he was sack-if-iting Gilly to the witch so she wouldn't give his father a bad harvest."

"Hm. That was unkind of him, ne?" Flip shook her head.

"My name isn't 'ne'!" the child laughed.

"No, I meant... never mind. Will you give me your n-" Flip paused and decided to reword the request. "What does your mother call you?"

"Anna!" she squeaked. "What does your mother call you?"

"Aha... usually she would call me 'trouble maker', but that's not a proper name, is it?"

Flip smiled and passed the doll back over. She smoothed her blouse down and knelt to be at eye level with the little girl.

"Anna," she continued. "You mustn't let that little boy push you around. If he tries to take your doll again, you tell him that the witch didn't want it."

"Are you the witch, then? For real life?" Anna whispered.

"No. But he doesn't know that." Flip laughed. "You may call me Ms. Frostwyne. If there IS a witch in this house, she's very good at hiding. I've lived here for years and never seen her... though I do travel quite a lot, so maybe she sleeps in a cupboard until I'm gone."

"That sounds very lonely and scary." Anna frowned, then dug in her apron pocket to produce an apple, which she placed into the other's hand. "Mother says it's rude to visit someone's house for the first time without a gift. I didn't know I was going to be here, but you can have this."

For a few seconds, Flip debated. This was probably Anna's lunch; possibly all she had. When one made an offering to a Fairy, though, it was important not to snub Good Manners. Manners towards Fae were everything.

"Many thanks. Shall I walk you home?" Flip asked.

"No, I think I should go on my own. I don't want her to think I was causing trouble... She has too many worries. I don't want to give her another." Anna declined.

"I see. Mothers do tend to worry."

"Yes. She has to run the bakery all on her own until Father comes home from the war. He's been gone a very long time. I told her that I can get a job, too, but she wants me to keep to my studies. I'm seven, though, and that's big enough, isn't it?"

"...Hm. Anna, will you wait a moment just there?" Flip requested.

She swept back into the house to write out a note. To make it more official, it was stamped with a wax seal before it was passed to the little girl.

"Give that to your mother, won't you? You don't have to tell her you were here. Tell her you got it from the letterbox." Flip instructed. "Off you go."

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"Mother, you're crying..." Anna worried.

The letter was an order for delivery. A very large one, with payment in full up front. Apparently whomever was in the house was going to be having a gathering to raise funds specifically for locating missing soldiers. Mrs. Clark had never given much stock to the idea that a witch lived in the village, but she'd always been wary for one reason or another.

Funnily enough, any time the shop seemed to dip into financial troubles, another order would come through, always from that house. Even when Anna grew up and took over. Even when Anna's daughter carried it on, and her daughter after that.

"Nobody warned you about me?" Flip laughed lightly, the spitting image of her 'ancestors'.

"It really is funny. The Frostwyne family always seems to throw parties at just the right time. My grandmother seemed to think there was magic involved because of the way it always lined up. Aha... um... so that's... how much pumpkin bread?"

#Day 2 #writing challenge #october 2022 prompt challenge #Flip tidbits #she's so tame these first couple of days #that won't last lol

[evelynmlewis]

And You're Watching... the Twilight Zone

          This one is based on a couple of intersecting class prompts, as most of my weird ones are. I believe the prompt was "breaking the curse" combined with being forced to use the character name "Ivy Diamond" and the setting "post-apocalyptic".

For best effect, read this very very slowly.

    Ivy Diamond pulled her shawl around her as she stepped into the swirling mist. All was still in the valley of the Dragons, and she could hear her own footsteps echoing around her as she proceeded. She looked about carefully, but she could see nothing beyond a few feet away. Small pools of murky water dotted the ground around her, and she was careful not to step in them. Another curse was the last thing she needed.

              For Ivy Diamond was cursed—and had been for the last seven years. And seeing as she was only eleven, it might as well have been her whole life. But now! She had found the valley of the dragons. And now, she might be cured.

              Soon, she stepped onto a hard, paved road. It was cracked, but wide and gray and she could tell it was ancient concrete. Ah yes—the fabled ruins. They would be around here somewhere.

              Suddenly, a shape emerged out of the mist. The Den of the Great Dragon. It was tall and white as bone. A colonnade lined the front of the building, the towering pillars chipped and cracked. The roof sloped gently up towards the center, but on one side it was fallen in. She could already see vaguely to the inside, to the enormous statue of the seated man. As she approached the steps of the den, his weathered face stared down at her severely. His beard was chipped ragged and his nose was broken off, but she could recognize the face that appeared sometimes on ancient coinage: the ancient god Lin-Kon.

              Ivy was glad of the mist here. It kept the moonlight from penetrating directly through to her skin. She wanted to meet the Great Dragon as herself. Perhaps then he would grant her request.

              As she came up into the Den of the Great Dragon. She looked up towards the ceiling instinctively, and saw something that made her shudder involuntarily. Nested among the rafters were thousands of wriggling, black bats! Ivy screamed. The only thing that could activate her curse besides the moonlight was looking at a bat.

              Suddenly, she felt her body begin to change. Her arms were stretching, her toes lengthening. She was turning into a giant bat! How could she not have known there would be bats here? Ivy studiously avoided bats in her spare time.

              “Nooooooooo!” she cried.

              Suddenly, there was a deep, thundering voice. “Who goes there?!”

              Ivy Diamond flew up into the rafters and hid herself with the other bats. Unfortunately, since she was still the size of a human, it didn’t really work.

              The Great Dragon snaked into the vast space, its enormous body curling across the floor. It lifted up its horned head and peered about, swishing its scaly red tail. “Who dare enter my domain?”

              Ivy held her breath. Maybe if she closed her eyes she could go back to being a human. Slowly, she felt herself transforming back into a human. Her feet could no longer grip the rafters. She fell headfirst down towards the floor.

              The Great Dragon caught her in its claw. “What are you doing here, little girl?”

              Ivy took a deep breath. “I came to be cured of my curse.” Her eyes were still closed so that she wouldn’t see the bats.

              “What curse is that, child?” The dragon sounded kind.

              “Whenever the moon shines on me, or whenever I see a bat, I turn into a bat.”

              “Aha.” The Great Dragon looked sympathetic. “How did you come to be here? As I understand, we are still located far away from human civilization. Although I haven’t checked for about a hundred years or so, so I can’t be sure.”

              “You’re still far away,” said Ivy. “I only found this place because of an ancient map of when this place used to be called Meric.”

              “Well,” said the Dragon, “Because you have come so far, I can break the curse that is on you. But I am not sure you would want me to.”

              “Why not?” Ivy asked, puzzled.

              “Because,” said the Dragon, “You are actually a giant bat that was cursed to turn into a human at all times except for when the full moon comes out or when you are looking at a bat.”