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vampirefreakism · 1 year
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The Blue Princess (Chapter 9)
Summary: second part of the last chapter; Luna lets Loki see her body again
Warnings: *NSFW* very steamy, grinding, smutty goodness
Word count: 3.5k
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A/N: *taps mic* *clears throat* here’s that extra part I promised. It’s late. Whatever. They fuck a little bit in this one. Only a little. I have nothing more to say. Uh, you’re welcome?
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That evening, as Luna stood in the shower, she traced the long scar marring her chest and thought more about her conversation with Wanda. She was nervous, but her friend had been right and was still right. She found it within her heart to trust in her true love. Loki cared for her. He’d held her before when she was terrified to show herself, so it wouldn’t be hard to do it again with feeling.
But once it was done – once he saw her and spoke – there was no going back.
Luna finished rinsing her skin and stepped out to dry off while keeping an eye on her blurry reflection in the mirror. Her throat dried up, and she swallowed to erase the chalky feeling, but it was to no avail, so she took a sip from the tap and cleared her throat. It didn’t help much, but she shrugged on her robe, took a deep breath, and opened the door. She spotted Loki on the couch, watching something on his phone. He spared her a glance and a slight grin.
“How was it?” he asked, referring to her shower.
"It was good," Luna managed to say. Her voice was a little too quiet, and she feared it gave her away, but Loki didn't seem to notice.
She milled around by the dresser, pretending to look for fresh underclothing when Loki turned off his phone and set his gaze on her again.
“Everything alright?” he asked. Luna scratched at the dresser drawer and then her hand.
“Uh, yeah. Just, uh,” she trailed off.
To further her anxious fidgeting, she grabbed a pair of underwear from the top drawer and twisted them about her fingers. Loki quirked a brow at her obvious display of mannerisms.
“You seem anxious.”
“Really?” Luna squeaked out and sighed, relenting to his unwavering stare. “Yeah.”
“About what?”
"About," she started but relinquished the sentence with a heavy sigh and set the underwear on the dresser.
Luna chuckled dryly and fiddled with the tie around her waist, eyes fixated on the ground by Loki’s feet. He waited patiently for her to do something; speak, walk towards him, even so much as look at him. But her eyes remained locked on something he couldn’t see, with the gears in her head turning faster and faster.
As Loki prepped something else to say, he watched Luna yank the knot free and dropped the robe to the ground, striking every thought from his head. Every luscious brown inch of her body lay bare to his admiration. Of all the things he counted on her doing, this surely was not one of them.
But every second Luna waited for a reaction, the more regretful she became. She can be so impulsive sometimes. Perhaps this was another one of those times, and she'd stepped right through a door best left closed. Her ears burned, and her stomach turned as she bent her head, already predicting dismissive words.
“Uh … this was a mistake,” she muttered and crouched to retrieve her robe. She shook her head sadly. “Never mind. You go shower.”
Before her fingers could grasp the plush fabric, she felt Loki’s gentle fingers caress her cheek and ease her face up to look at him. He’d moved so fast that his sudden presence startled her, but his soft touch guided her back to him.
Luna slowly rose from the floor, Loki's fingers never leaving their spot under her chin. He looked into her eyes, never breaking contact as her face neared his. They told him everything he needed to know, and he hoped his could speak to her the same. He needed her to know what was right and true in his heart, and in there lied nothing she need be afraid of. He refused to look away, even as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off in one rough motion, flinging it to the corner of the room. He watched her eyes roam his bare torso and glance at her own. Now, they were even.
Loki touched her cheek again, letting his fingers drift down and take in every centimeter of her skin he had not been privy to before. He felt the breath catch in her throat as they passed over the side of her neck and heard a sharp exhale once they met her collarbone. He continued down, feeling the stiffness of her sternum and then the softness of her breast.
“Your heart’s beating very fast.” He could see how each beat made her skin quake and vibrate. Her breathing picked up, too, pressing his hand further into her chest.
“Can you blame me?” Luna whispered, her voice like silk in his ear.
“No.” He couldn’t, for his was hammering so hard, he was sure she could hear it.
Loki’s finger drifted to the side and traced the side of her scar. Her skin prickled from the slightness of his touch, but she didn’t shrink from him. She lifted a hand and slowly traced the top edge of his scar, lingering as leisurely as he did, gently plucking the nerves beneath his skin. He held back a shudder and felt blood rush to his pelvis. Was she aware she played him like a harpsichord? It didn’t matter. He was happy to be her instrument.
In a stroke of urgency, Loki took Luna’s face in both hands and brought her in for a kiss. It was full and ripe with such passion Luna felt the wind get knocked out of her. Luckily, it returned to her, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss even further. The taste of her mouthwash filled his mouth, dancing upon his tongue as his danced upon hers.
Never had they been so close before, and the effects were unforeseen. It felt like they were standing beneath an icy waterfall with the water flowing through them, washing them from the inside out. Luna was drunk with it, drunk with him. She could tell less and less where she ended, and he began with each passing second. The feeling in her feet faded along with whatever was left in her fingers. Outside of her dreams, this was the closest she’d ever felt to flying.
And soon enough, she was.
Loki tightened his grip around Luna’s hips and lifted her just enough to walk quickly to the bed. He slowly eased her onto the mattress, one hand supporting her back and the other pressed into the plush comforter. They separated for a moment as Luna pushed further up the bed to get more comfortable. Loki slowly crawled after her, peppering her skin with kisses as he moved up her body. One on her hip, a couple on her stomach, and a line up the middle of her chest, each one pulling a gentle gasp from her mouth.
Loki’s hair draped around his face and dragged along Luna’s skin, touching her everywhere he didn’t get to. Her hands danced about his shoulders as he kissed along her collarbone, making her whine and squirm. His touch was electric, and it sent chills racing up and down her body. He ate it all up with the bottomless satisfaction of a king in a banquet hall, her soft moans the sweetest melody to his ears. But as sweet as she sounded, she needed to like the sugar he was giving her.
Kissing up her neck, Loki whispered into her ear. “Is this ok?”
Luna shivered and let out a breathy “Yeah.”
Loki kissed her mouth again, and she arched her back, pressing her body tight against his. She felt everything; his heart hammering wildly out of sync with hers, his ribs digging into hers with every heavy breath, and his unmistakable throbbing erection resting on her inner thigh. He was rock hard, and it made her insatiable.
Enticed, Luna lifted her leg and let Loki’s hips rock against her thigh. A groan came from deep within his throat, and he ground down harder. The little moans and groans he made were so delicious Luna's mouth started to water. It was so good, but he wanted more.
Loki maneuvered his knee inside Luna’s leg and nudged it aside. He slid his hips between her thighs, pushing them further apart until he felt the soft warmth they held. Even through the fabric of his pants, it was so hot and delectable, and he knew he’d never get enough as long as he lived. He watched her face as he gently rolled his bulge against her tender edge. She let out a sharp exhale and pulled sharply at his waistband.
“Do you like that?” he whispered, voice thick and deep with arousal.
“Yeah.” Luna’s words tiptoed on a sigh like she was afraid a noise any louder would invite the world to listen in.
Loki tucked his face into her neck and thrust harder, just as she wanted.
“Gods, I want you so bad,” he groaned against her. “Can you feel it?”
Luna’s fingers loosened their hold on his pants and gripped his back instead.
"Uh-huh," she moaned, feeling the rough frost forming on his skin. She wished for a moment to see it, to admire him in his natural glory, but the thought passed as soon as he moved again. However, instead of moving closer, Loki sat back and pushed his waistband down.
Snapping to attention, Luna gasped and grabbed his hand.
“Ah-ah, keep your pants on,” she said, catching his gaze, their eyes red as blood and hot as desire. “I want it this way.”
“Ok," Loki said and settled back down. He'd give her anything she wanted in whatever way she wanted it. But for the sake of his comfort, he paused again. “Ah, wait.” He slipped a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock to lay against his lower abdomen. “Oh, that’s better,” he sighed as he pulled his pants a little higher.
“Oh, yeah,” Luna breathed out. How right he was. She could feel every decadent inch of him from under the rough cotton. “Oh, wow!” He was huge, and he was all hers.
The bedsheets crackled with every shift of his weight. Their icy embrace left a clear, dewy imprint and outline of their bodies, but neither noticed nor cared. The only thing worth worrying about was the ecstasy behind their every shared breath.
Once Loki’s hips fell into a quick rhythm, he let his hands drift delicately about his lover’s skin, kissing her all the while. He couldn't stop, and she didn't want him to. He pulled her leg higher up on his waist, feeling the taut muscles beneath her periwinkle skin. He felt the bumpy scars as his hand slid up her thigh and the little jump she made when he pressed his thumb against her hipbone.
His hand traveled higher and higher, tracing the scar on her abdomen and feeling the underside of her breast. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed, his thumb playing and passing over her nipple. Luna wrapped her other leg around his waist and held on tight so he had nowhere to go. As if Loki wanted to be anywhere else.
“You like that?” he asked, smirking against Luna’s cheek.
She nodded and sighed, “Uh-huh,” her mouth quivering.
Loki kissed down her neck, nipping her skin a little to egg her on, and it seemed to work. Eyes closed, she rolled her head back and started letting out a few of those moans trapped in her throat, each one pressing Loki closer to his edge. His hands and knees trembled, but he commanded them to steady. Luna came first.
He could feel her nearing her end as well. Every muscle in her body was tight and shook as she held him. Her breathing was short and fast as her moans picked up pace, and her heart beat wildly against his hand, a perfect dance that was more than ready to reach its show-stopping climax.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Loki murmurs against her throat.
“Yeah!” Luna called out, voice cracking a little. “Oh, don’t stop!”
Her eager wish was his ready command. He groaned deeply and thrust faster, a little for her and a little for himself. Together, they stirred up the perfect storm and waited for lightning to strike. Electricity buzzed through their bodies, bouncing from one to the other, picking up energy and velocity.
Loki tucked his face into Luna's neck, moaning louder and louder, eyes squeezed shut, and his mind abuzz with nothing but chasing the high. He heard hers in the surrounding air, of course; it was the only thing he bothered to listen to as he answered with his own passionate song. He nipped and licked at her wintry skin, letting his tongue work its magic.
Luna felt herself toeing the line, and she clung to Loki for dear life, nails digging deep into his back. He was all she heard, saw, tasted, and felt. Even behind her closed eyes, she could see him in her mind, and despite his nonintrusive nature upon her, she swore she could feel him deep inside her, winding up the energy in her belly. Imagine what it would feel like for real. She groaned and took a deep breath. That was for another time.
She felt her climax swirl and build like a tidal pool against a dam where cracks began to form. Her mouth sat open, but she made no sound save for a few shallow breaths. It all waited for the right moment.
And then, in an instant, bang.
The lightning struck and shattered the dam apart. Luna came with a sharp gasp and held Loki’s waist in a death grip between her thighs. A string of high-pitched moans finally broke free and made their way out into the air, and she scrambled to roll her hips to ride it out for all it was worth. Fireworks sparked in her eyes as the insurmountable pleasure made her melt and raked her nails up his back, scraping up a thin layer of ice.
The sudden sensation pushed Loki to the very precipice of his climax, and he gripped the headboard by Luna’s head in anticipation. He balanced on the brink of it, ready to fall after her. She was so soft, so beautiful, and all his. All mine. The thought gave him a light shove, but it was all the force he needed to dive head-first.
He came a little softer, spilling into his pants as he’d planned, his cock twitching with every extra thrust he needed to bring it to a close. His moans were louder and wavered as his body shook but were still low and feather-soft in Luna’s ear. They tickled her and etched themselves into her memory. If only she had seen his face and memorized that too, but it would have been unfair. He didn't get to watch her either. They promised themselves to do it next time.
The tension released itself from their bodies, and they fell limp on the bed together. Luna's grip relaxed to a soft embrace, and Loki relinquished his hold on the headboard as he eased his body down to rest. His head dropped beside Luna’s, his nose grazing the shell of her ear, and he opened one eye to look at her. He saw nothing of note, only slivers of glittery blue skin and thick layers of ice.
Interested, he lazily brought a hand up and touched the top of her head. Luna’s damp hair was now covered in shards of ice, holding it back and away from her face. He felt her heart hold hands with his and slow to a steady pace together, then her real one drifted up and stroked the back of his head. They felt true bliss and couldn’t help but close their eyes and enjoy it.
However, Luna felt discomfort that urged her to get up.
“Hey,” she whispered, patting his back. “Can I go pee real quick before you shower?”
"Yeah," he responded and shifted off of her to lay beside her. “Go on, then.”
She wasted no time sliding off the bed and hurrying toward the washroom, but Loki couldn't help himself and piped out a wolf whistle. Luna stopped, looked back at him with an amused smile, and picked up her robe.
"Hey, yourself," she shot back and playfully threw her robe at him. It didn't make much distance, but they laughed anyway.
Luna relieved herself, cleaned up a bit, and dried off the rest of the melted ice in her hair. It interested her, and she made a mental note of it but stopped her thought there. Her time with Loki was not a science experiment.
Upon exiting, she saw Loki was up and straightening the sheets on the bed. Bits of ice still clung to the fabric, so he lifted the entire thing and snapped it sharply, sending the shards up and dispersing them into the air. As Luna grabbed her underwear and slipped them on, Loki flattened the sheets out with his hands and nodded in satisfaction. He turned around and noticed Luna already out and looking lush as morning dew.
“Hi,” he greeted. “The bed was covered in ice. So strange.”
"Not very, but," she took a step toward him, "how about another time we investigate it?"
“Sounds like a plan,” Loki said with a slight smile. “Oh, and we should do laundry tomorrow.” He pulled at the fabric of his pants as he passed her by. A sizable wet spot had made a home on the front. Luna tilted her head, unsure of what was her fault and what was his, but it didn’t matter.
She watched him slide them off his legs, put them in the wash pile, touch the doorframe in thought, and walk back over to her. He gently took her face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. It was brief, like a single music note, but as poignant as one.
Loki parted from her and whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what?” Luna whispered back.
“For trusting me.” He stroked her cheek. “I know how hard it can be,” she nodded, “so thank you.”
“Yeah.” Luna felt her throat tighten. “Thank you for being someone I can trust.”
He kissed her forehead and headed back to the bathroom, finally walking through the door and closing it to wash up.
On her own again, Luna felt the tears build, and she let them flow. She sat down and cried quietly into her hand. She never thought she’d be the ‘cry after sex’ type, but here she was, crying. Loki wanted her, and he chose her all on his own, scars and all. It felt so good to be loved this way that she couldn’t help but weep a little.
By the time Loki was done and dry, Luna had calmed down, put some lotion on, and gotten comfortable under the covers with her phone in hand to wind down. Loki grabbed a fresh pair of pajama pants, turned off the lights, and got under the covers with her. She spared him a glance and looked at the headboard.
“That’s new,” she said.
Loki scrunched his brow. “Hm?”
"That." Luna pointed, and he followed her direction. The edge of the headboard was slightly dented in the pattern of four fingers. Loki traced the curves, realizing he was responsible.
“Hm,” he hummed and looked at Luna. “Don’t tell Tony.”
The pair chuckled. “Promise,” she responded.
Loki's smile faded, and he cleared his throat. “Did, um,” Loki bit the inside of his cheek, “did you like it?”
"Hm? Oh, yeah! Of course, I did!” She moved closer to him. “Why would you think I didn’t?”
He shrugged and picked at the comforter. “Well, I had something more romantic in mind. I really wanted to take my time and pamper you.”
“Hey.” Luna put her hand on his cheek. “I liked it. It was just what I wanted.” She put her phone down and scooted up next to him. “I think taking it slow might be a good thing.” She drew circles on his chest with her fingertip. "A little something each day or every other day makes it exciting." Loki smiled at that, and she leaned closer. "What I felt was different than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to navigate that with you.”
“So it wasn’t just me,” Loki whispered. He paused in thought and continued. “I can’t explain it. It all felt so different.”
“Huh,” Luna breathed out and smiled. “We have a lot to talk about, but how about we sleep on it? Save it for tomorrow?”
Loki nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
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A/N: why did this take so long, you ask? Well, its half “I was trying to complete part of my thesis project” and half “I didn’t feel like it.” Also, scenes like this are waaaay harder to write than you think, certainly more than I thought and especially if you want it to hit. Like, wow. I certainly hope it hit. And give em (and me) time before they fuck crazy. The build is where its at.
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Taglist: @the-doctor-9-10 @pinkieperil @pinkie-ghuleh @wreckache @will-die-without-chai @marvelschriss @hornybitchwithgoodtaste @fantasyfan4life
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🥤The OC Café 2: Electric Boogaloo🥤
The cake wasn't a lie after all 🍰
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In order from left to right!
Hopper Huntsman - by @ok-i-draw - Super Secret Multi-cake wielding technique!
Carrie Caramel - by ❤️Yours Truly❤️ Gyrret or @the-pianist-from-accumula-town - Runs the café and hosts these events.
Asher Roth - by @freakmexdraw - So strong he can carry a whole cake by himself.
More under cut!👇
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Silvie Line - by @theknifeclown - Messy eater, she got cake all over her face!
Amelia Airheart - by @cupophrogs - She will DIVE into that take!
Rainy - by @koifsssh - Making sure Amelia leaves some for the others.
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Rory - by @kiki-dohedo - Has found a new friend to chat with while enjoying her piece of cake.
Nellie - by @sheriffopossum - "Horsie wants cake too!" < Nellie, probably.
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Dr. Stone - by @clownsuu - Cake so good he forgot to be angry.
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Luna Lightheart - by @starstruckvega - "Autistic As Fuck" <Textual words from their creator. Well, then! Get ready to be Infodumped!
Lucy Literature - by @sebwritesstories - Is happy to learn more about Luna's special interest. Both of them love books!
Scare D. Crow - by @angel-alistary - Doesn't mind the infodump. Is just happy to be here :)
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Michelle - by @marugreent - Classical music and and Metal make a rare but enjoyable mix. Who could have ever told?
Marcus Death - by @maddiethehatter2192 - 🤘🤘🤘METAL🤘🤘🤘
Daisy Fields - by @chimeracarnival - Dances along the music! Looks like we got a nice performance for the guests to enjoy.
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Mathilda Mothia - by @sinistaart - Helped decorating the cake, so sweet!
Bitz - by @roseombre - Helped building the cake! Thank goodness Carrie had these two around! Feeding so many people is a great task.
Thank you all so much for letting me draw your OCs once again! Now it's time to sit down and enjoy a nice piece of chocolate cake 🍰🍰🍰
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lovelessbachelor · 2 months
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IT COULDN'T POSSIBLY...
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...SHE'S ALIVE...?!
Haha look OC lore. hahahha. there they are. OCs.
these two are my Villain and my Hero in my whole...narrative...story....thing...
Calice & Luna respectively, you can't rlly see Cal cus she's just got that shot in the bottom corner, but y'know.
Luna was supposed to be killed in that fire. hah. funny how fate works.
They actually used to know eachother when they were younger, much younger. Luna's about 17 here and Calice is 36 and they crossed paths a few times due to living in the same village (until, y'know...the incident.) and Luna's need for finding companionship in someone she thought was like her, didn't help that they often took the same route to school/work. Calice thought she was a pest.
the right section is a bit of Calice's recollection of Luna from when she was younger, fire and missing posters....not like many people cared much for the wolf hybrid freak that shared a classroom with their children, if anything she was a danger, I mean, it's still an animal...what if it snapped and hurt someone? You never know with these....things.
Poor Luna, this part of the story is VERY dramatic, i love to think of their characters of being so similar, they just took a different approach to how they were treated.
One emboldened, one buckled.
Man, i love dualities.
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wyvernslovecake · 10 months
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Marco: Guys, let's bury stuff in the sand! Like pirates! ARRGH
Luna: I wanna bury dinosaur bones!
Haru: You're supposed to dig up dinosaur bones.
Luna: No, cuz the bones are gonna go in and Rexy's gonna come out cuz she came back from the dead!
Haru: You think if I put fish bones and a Barbie in the sand, a mermaid will come out?
Marco: *gasps* Like that show about the boy with the robot arm and the dog that makes Uncle Armin cry!
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amirisqueer · 11 months
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Parallax
He's just hanging out in a field at midnight, as one does.
Speed Paint:
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valdrinors · 3 months
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under the truth field in time of the doctor; Luna: Hello, I'm Luna Derbyshire, I'm from the 90s, and I'm technically supposed to be dead but I'm not and ended up being suctioned onto the Chin's timeline The Doctor: ...Okay, truth field-- Luna: Also, every time you and Peri used to argue I used to take bets on how long it would be before you two started making out on the TARDIS console Clara: The Doctor: Luna: :D
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princessofroses · 5 months
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UNPOPULAR OPINIONS ABOUT HARRY POTTER
Comparing James to Draco is dumb, James Potter wasn't a coward, he fought actively with the Order of the Phoenix to protect Muggle-Borns like Lily, whilst Draco was a Daddy's boy coward who jumped off a sinking ship at the right time. I don't even like James but I admit he's a better person than Dracock Malfuck.
Narcissa Malfoy is over-praised, people don't realize Cissy was born a BLACK, and espouses the same blood-purist ideologies that Bellatrix does, she just cares more about her son than a noseless maniac who constantly humiliated her family in the past, she cared nothing for Harry, she was still the same Narcissa Malfoy in HBP, she cared about her son and would do anything to protect him, she's proof that even racists can love, it's not shocking.
Remadora is not a problematic ship, y'all infantilize the fuck out of Tonks, just because your stupid Wolfstar ship ain't canon doesn't mean you have to bash Tonks. Plus Remus and Sirius weren't really friends if you really think about it, Peter, Sirius and Remus's best friend can be summarized as James Potter, no one else, for the longest time Remus though Sirius was a spy, and Sirius though Remus was a spy, not to mention the shrieking shack situation, not healthy relationship material.
Jegulus is the equivalent of internet vomit. Regulus is a racist blood-purist, no amount of babygirlification would change the fact Regulus was perfectly okay with the House of Black and Voldemort's racist ideology until his mistreatment of Kreacher. James on the other hand fought valiantly for Muggle-Born rights with the Order of the Phoenix.
"eughh I ship Dramioneeee, Draco never made Hermione cry but Ron did" spoken like a true movie watcher, I am pretty sure when Draco hurled Densaugeo at Hermione, she cried, granted it wasn't meant for her, but Draco never bothered to apologize or make it up to her. Not to mention he joked about the prospect of Hermione getting sexually assaulted in GoF and wished her dead in CoS.
Continuing with my anti-Dramione tangent, most Dramione writers fall into two categories, people who think Emma Watson and Tom Felton are cute together or self-insert writers who imagine themselves as Hermione.
I love Luna Lovegood but to be honest, but she's a crazed conspiracy theorist who spouts everything her father says without question, if she were a muggle, she'd be spouting QAnon, Flat Earth and Illuminati theories unironically and would probably be into Alex Jones shit.
In FanFiction, I hate it when authors give OC Characters related to canon characters unfitting names. Like Emily Malfoy or Clara Black. For a Malfoy sister fic, it should probably be a constellation or a flower, like Vega Malfoy or Violet Malfoy, for a Sirius sister fanfic, I'd imagine Aquila or Lyra, I'm trying to shy away from the overused Cassiopeia here.
Tomarry fics make me wish the mayans were right about 2012.
Dramione rant again (Sorry), is mostly about Hermione fixing Draco, as if that is her job or responsibility to force an arsehole to change his ways, it's basically about having a smart girl light herself on fire so a racist can be warm.
Lets be honest, if Fred or George were in your class or dorm, you'd hate them. Not to mention they were shit brothers to Ron and Percy.
Making Alice in the Marauders year is dumb, she was a respected Auror which takes training, so she'd probably be years above the marauders. It took Tonks a long while to become an Auror, and Alice is a RESPECTED Auror, which means she probably had been in the field for a long time.
Slytherin Skittles is the cringiest shit I've ever seen. You do realise Evan Rosier disfigured a man and Barty Crouch Jr. assisted in the torture of two innocent Aurors. So what he had an abusive childhood, Harry did and he's not a complete dick.
Hagrid is an irresponsible teacher who endangered the trio many times.
No one would want a canon Marauders prequel, because if Mrs. Rowling sticked to canon, people would shit themselves that Regulus isn't a femboy autistic soft boi but an actual racist. They'd be shocked to found out Remus Lupin isn't a study-hard nerd, the Marauders aren't popular sex-gods (They literally had codenames, that's one of the dorkiest things you can do), Peter Pettigrew wasn't always a snide bastard, Marlene and Dorcas aren't canonically in a relationship and aren't ever mentioned to be in the marauders era year and the Frank and Alice were probably in Auror training when the marauders were forming.
Peeps should stop shipping Hermione with everyone, especially Death Eaters; Bellamione, Lumione, Dramione, Rabmione, Scabmione, Tomione, Rodolmione, Fenrirmione heck even Dolomione.
Marriage Law Fics are shit, they are usually centered around Hermione being shipped with a Death Eater (What are the odds my fellas?) I'll remind you Hermione is perfectly happy with her ginger prince charming and would fight against such law if it were to ever happen.
Remus was an irresponsible adult to Harry. He unintentionally became a father-figure to him (before even Sirius) by his connections to James and Lily and by being the first D.A.D.A Professor who didn't have Voldemort on the back of his head and didn't have cats for brains. However he endangered Harry selfishly by not warning him of his lycanthropy for HIS OWN SAKE while Snape told everyone his secret even if it would affect his own character. Lupin's response was just fleeing and not even acknowledging Harry's existence in GoF until Order of the Phoenix.
Molly was right about Sirius. Think about it, Sirius Black is a mentally unstable man with the mind of a rebellious teenager, his mind had been overrun with Dementors and so had part of his sanity. Molly was just looking out for Harry and was right when she said Sirius confuses Haz for James. And yes, she is absolutely trying to be Lily because Harry has grown up an orphan without parents and with an abusive background, and having 7 children herself , would realize when a child needs a mother figure.
5th Marauders fics can usually be summarized as this; "Hello, my name is Amethyst Black, my siblings are Sirius and Regulus - oh and I'm a Metamorphmagus, Seer, Veela werewolf hybrid, I am such a quirky blood-traitor that I got into Gryffindor with my short gay brother Sirius who totally wants to deepthroat Remmy UwU. I have the hots for James Potter senpaii. My parents are so mean to me btw, like Walburga uses Crucio on me because I am seggsy and hawt and Orion beats me up everyday for being built like a Kardashian, so jelly. Anyways, Snape also has a crush on me, but that whore can go kill himself because i am so perfect and awesome. Marlene is my lesbian zesty friend who has the hawts for Dorcas Meadowes, some rando slytherin whore ig, here is my story on how I defeated Voldemort and became the mother of 50 potter children."
Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire are abominations of fanfic cringe, Mattheo Riddle is basically a wizard british version of an equally terrible character names Marcus Lopez, I am sure Mr. Wadsworth is a very nice stand up guy in real life, but he's so fucking ugly, he looks like every TikTok boy I've ever seen, I can get Berkshire, people fancast him as Louis Partridge, but Berkshire's character gives me cancer.
Daphne Greengrass and Theodore Nott are examples of canon ocs.
Bellatrix Lestrange child fanfics are for the most part pretty bad, it's usually a Bellamort or Belladolphus child and I don't think it's in character for Bellatrix to even have a child, that's why I despised Cursed Child so much.
Having Dorea Black as Harry Potter's grandmom makes no sense. Sirius's early arc was mostly having a found family, and since Dorea would be his great-aunt, that's not really a founding family. Euphemia and Fleamont are way better, you can do so much with them. You can make Euphemia a Rosier, Lestrange, Fawley, Nott, Greengrass, Yaxley or Crouch if you want.
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esmestarz · 5 months
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ INTRO ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
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about me ─ ★
esme
she/her
infp
bisexual
i can play on the electric guitar and piano !!
i used to do ballet but now i do belly dancing
i love listening to music esp metal (any type tbfr) and rock, my fav animal is a cat and I'm pretty sure that's it
stuff
if you want me to write for a character that isn't on the list feel free to ask me and I'll write for them if possible <3
i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships
i will not write rape, incest, gore, threesome, gang bang, teacher x student, male reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader
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what and who i write for ─ ✧・゚*
MOVIES ─ ★
black swan
- nina sayers
- lily
diary of a wimpy kid
- rodrick heffley
harry potter
- hermione granger
- harry potter
- draco malfoy
- luna lovegod
- ron weasley
- theodore nott
- tom riddle
scream
- tatum riley
- sidney prescott
- billy loomis
- stu marcher
- samantha carpenter
- tara carpenter
- amber freeman
- anika kayko
- ethan landry
- gale weathers
- jill roberts
- kirby reed
- chad meeks-martin
- mindy meeks-martin
life as a house
- sam monroe
awake
- clay beresford
casper
- casper mcfadden
fight club
- marla singer
- tyler durden
star wars
- anakin skywalker
- padmé amidala
narnia
- edmund pevensie
- peter pevensie
seasquatch squad
- jeremy sumpter
SERIES ─ ★
pretty little liars
- emily fields
- alison dilaurentis
- hanna marin
- spencer hastings
gossip girl
- blair waldorf
- serena van der woodsen
- georgina sparks
outerbanks
- rafe cameron
- sarah cameron
- jj maybanks
- kiara carrera
- pope heyward
- john b routledge
seaquest dsv
- lucas wolenczak
the babysitters club
- sam thomas
- kristy thomas
- stacey mcgill
- claudia kishi
- dawn schafer
shameless
- carl gallagher
- fiona gallagher
- debbie gallagher
malcolm in the middle
- malcolm wilkerson
- reese wilkerson
- francis wilkerson
my babysitters a vampire
- rory keaner
- ethan morgan
- sarah fox
ruby and the well
- sam price
- mina amani
- ruby o'reilly
KDRAMA ─ ★
all of us are dead
- choi nam-ra
- lee su-hyeok
- lee cheong-san
- lee na-yeon
- nam on-jo
sweet home
- yoon ji-su
- lee eun-yoo
- cha hyun-soo
KPOP ─ ★
aespa
- karina
- winter
- ningning
- giselle
twice
- nayeon
- chaeyoung
- momo
- mina
- sana
- jihyo
- dahyun
- jeongyeon
- tzuyu
le sserafim
- sakura
- yunjin
- chaewon
- kazuha
- eunchae
gidle
- soyeon
- minnie
- shuhua
- miyeon
- yuqi
nmixx
- sullyoon
- lily
- kyujin
- haewon
- jiwoo
- bae
new jeans
- danielle
- haerin
- minji
- hyein
- hanni
GAMES ─ ★
the last of us
- ellie williams
fatal frame
- yuri kozukata
- rui kagamiya
cry of fear
- simon henriksson
resident evil
- leon s kennedy
- jill valentine
- ada wong
- claire redfield
- bela dimitrescu
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proceduralpassion · 6 months
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Depth Over Distance
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Prompt: Day 1 Of Narcoctober - Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before
Characters: Mika Camarena x Brother!OC (Michael Luna)
CW: language, discussions of grief/death
WC: ~2.2K
A/N: Hiiii friends, my first Mika fic! Credit to @nocturnal-milk-dud for the pic above. Also, if you've read my IWBSS series, you're probably already familiar with my OC Michael Luna, who's actually Mika's older brother. Had so much fun writing their sibling dynamic and a little insight into how Michael winds up in Colombia. Hope you enjoy 💖
“Just the person I wanted to see.” 
“Michael!” Mika exclaimed in both surprise and excitement. It’d been a while since she’d seen her older brother, a steady presence in her life for as long as she could remember. His position as an agent for the Mexico Interpol field office kept him busy, but that wasn’t why he’d been keeping his distance. 
The two of them basked in their hug before taking a seat next to one another and looking out at the baseball practice field. The park may as well have been a second home for her with how often she was here for her oldest son’s practices and games. 
“How’ve you been? Work must be keeping you busy, mano.” 
Michael shrugged, “It’s never not, unfortunately.” 
She hummed in response. They were no strangers to sitting in silence, savoring how the quiet was an easier kind of forgiveness. Their relationship didn’t allow for conflict or discord. It was effortless even at its inception. Maybe it was the decade length of age difference, but Mika and Michael had never been the type of siblings to fight. 
“How’s he doing?” Michael asks, nudging his chin towards his oldest nephew.
“Better. He’s been putting a lot more power behind those swings,” Mika sighs, “I’m glad he has the outlet. He needs it.”
She had planned on taking him out for the season after Kiki’s passing, but he begged for her to keep him in. Now, as she watched him pour every ounce of grief into his swings, she wanted to kick herself for ever thinking of the idea. Somehow, the conscience inside his little body craved for something he hadn’t realized he would need. An outlet. 
Mika chuckles to herself, wishing she had one of those. Some kind of avenue to channel every emotion bouncing in the recesses of her heart and mind. But every second of every day was dedicated to making sure her boys would and could grow up without such a vital figure in their lives. Anything less than 100% was unacceptable to her. 
Michael coming to these games might’ve been the only adult interaction she got these days. Her life had become a precise routine, down to the hour, and she never veered from it, too afraid that the facade of togetherness would shatter with any detour. She clinged to the sense of normalcy and warmth she got from their bleacher seat conversations, even if they were of the most mundane topics. And mundane they were. 
Michael’s way of helping his little sister grieve was to simply not bring it up. She had more than enough people asking if she was alright, he figured. So he didn’t ask. He was patient with her and comforting during those moments when it all felt like too much and she needed a good cry. Otherwise, he carried on as usual. The first practice after Kiki’s funeral, Michael sat down next to her and started talking about some new television show he started watching called Murder, She Wrote and how he confused Angela Lansbury with Agatha Christie. 
It’s the first time she bursts into laughter since she became a widow. She calls him an idiot and explains that they are indeed two different people, though Angela had starred in a film based on Agatha’s novel. Later that week, she watches an episode of Murder, She Wrote so she can discuss the episode with him. 
Another week, he brings polvorones. He notices she’s losing weight and this is his silent way of getting her to recuperate her appetite. She’s never been able to resist the crumbly shortbread sweets and smiles to himself when she takes the bag from him and hogs them all to herself. 
Ever perceptive, she knows the intentions behind the gesture, but doesn’t acknowledge it beyond obnoxiously licking her fingers after finishing them all.
“What if I wanted more?” He jokes.
“Too bad.”
He holds his youngest nephew in his arms as Mika rounds up her oldest, adrenaline-drunk son. He should be dead tired after the lively game under this scorching sun, but his team won and he’s still amped up as they walk back to their cars.
Her youngest babbles in baby talk and Michael indulges by nodding his head, as if actually following along with whatever the infant is trying to convey. 
Mika catches it and remarks, “He could be telling you that he thinks your goatee looks like a ferret on your chin and there you are, nodding and smiling like a doofus.” 
He looks at his nephew, seemingly ignoring his little sister’s comical dig, “What do you think, sobrino? No más polvorones para tu madre, ¿bien?”  
Mika’s eyes widened, “Wait, nevermind. He said that’s a nice shirt you’re wearing today.”
All in all, she’s not sure she’d be keeping it together if not for her big brother. It’s only once a week that she usually sees him, but the other six days are filled with longing. It’s like she crawls desperately every day so that she can get to the day where she finally sees him. 
He’s been less present this past month. Skipping practices and games, leaving vague voicemails on her machine in the aftermath. When she does get to see him, he’s more withdrawn which is saying a lot coming from a man of so few words already. She doesn’t breach the topic. Namely, it’s because she’s got a lot going on as a young widow and mother, but also because Michael’s not the kind of person you cajole or nag on. He’ll come to you when he’s ready but will blow away like a leaf if you push him too hard.
It’s annoying, but again, they’re the kind of siblings who roll their eyes at each other, rather than fully air their grievances and argue. 
“I’ve got a job offer in Medellin, Colombia.” 
When she learns of Kiki’s death, it’s like the noxious feeling that takes over you when you jump out of a plane with no parachute. Your stomach doesn’t drop, but your senses are swiped from you. You can’t see because grief is like the air that blasts into your eyes. You can’t hear because your ears have just been violently assaulted with the worst news of your life. If you touch anything, it’s like you’re grasping nothingness because how else are your hands supposed to act when they know they’ll never touch their lover again? 
When Michael tells Mika he’s leaving, it’s more like a rollercoaster. There is a drop in her stomach. She feels nauseous. Her stomach roils in spirals.
With her husband’s death, it was a long, unidirectional descent that left her fractured in pieces when the news landed on her.
With her brother leaving, it’s like the sudden drops, the highs and lows, and loops of a rollercoaster.
She’s proud because she knows how hard he works at his job.
Loop.
She’s angry because he’s leaving for an entirely different country and that solid mass of reliance that she’s had for the past four months is leaving with him.
Loop.
She’s scared out of her mind because how is she supposed to function now that she’s realized he’s become a crux?
Another fucking loop.
She only nods when she finally digests the news enough to form a response.
But when he follows her home, something he hasn’t done before, she slaps him two steps into stepping into the house.
And then she goes to grab him an ice pack in short order, because shit she didn’t mean to do that even though it kinda felt good. He takes it and they sit on the couch together once the boys are in bed for the night. Michael hasn’t taken the ice pack to his face at all in the couple of hours since she slapped him. Finally, she takes it from his grasp and holds it in the hand that she striked across his face. All this time, it’s been sore and she presses the mostly water but still somewhat chilly pack onto it.
“That shit hurt, didn’t it?”
Mika laughs and laughs until the queasy feeling in her stomach is replaced by aches from the overuse of her accessory muscles in snickering loudly at his comment. She cackles even more as she notes the red hand print forming on his cheek, knowing that it probably hurt as much for him as it did for her. He’s just too fucking prideful and that’ll never change. 
Once her laughter finally leaves the room, Michael heaves a heavy sigh.
“I don’t have to leave for another month. And Christmas isn’t that far away when you think about so… I’ll be home, then.”
Christmas is six months away and she already struggles through the other six days of the week that she doesn't see him.
She could tell him not to go, but to her, that would be admitting weakness and he’s already the one person that doesn’t pity her or treats her with kid gloves. And she is feeling pretty weak right about now, and she knows that he knows it, but it’s different when you have to verbally admit that. 
She also tells him not to go because she knows that he’ll stay. 
When she was six, she watched a horror movie called El Monstruo resucitado even after the warnings from her parents not to. They were out having dinner with friends and only her and Michael were home. He comes out into the living room to see her cowering in the corner at the image of the disfigured creature who possessed the eponymous character. Sure, like any other sixteen year old brother would do, he laughed and teased her for being afraid of some dumb movie, but later that night, his face veers into resolute seriousness when she finally breaks and tearily begs for him to sleep at the foot of her bed so that the monster man doesn’t come to hurt her. 
His back feels like shit the next morning and he still continues teasing her when she gets in trouble from her parents for watching the movie, but she knows then that he would do anything he asked of her. 
She had a will right now, in the present day, not to break no matter how much the rope of her composure bent. And damn, did she want to break. 
But if there was anything else that kept her glued into one piece these days, it was rage. 
Rage at the ones responsible for her husband’s death. Rage at the existence of drug cartels. Rage that they wielded such strong enough power to rot out the heart of entire families. Leaving them in shades of gray and blue from the lack of oxygen and the rush of anguish and despair that came in to replace it from the air. 
The drug trade was as interconnected and intricate as the labyrinth webs that spiders spun. And their touch was just as covert and venomous. There were ties between the Guadalajara cartel and Medellin cartel that necessitated relationships between the law enforcement agencies trying to sever them. A man with Michael’s accomplishment and knowledge was the perfect person needed in Colombia as the cobwebs grew. 
If that led to the takedown of not only the men who murdered her beloved but also all the other scum just like him, then she opined that he absolutely needed to go. 
Michael knows that his little sister will stand on her own two feet and continue carrying herself, carrying her boys forward into this new, harrowing chapter of their lives. He doesn’t doubt for a second that they’ll be okay and he acknowledges as much when he says, “Do me a favor and make an individual tres leche just for me on Christmas. Don’t tell her I said that, but I hate when mamá puts all those mangos in it.”
And because that’s their “thing”, she jokes, “I’ll tell her and put extra mangos when I make it for you.” 
She’s not sure where she goes from here, but she’s got two young boys relying on her and a husband whose demise deserves retribution.
She leans on her brother as they watch an episode of Murder, She Wrote together while night blankets the sky outside. If there’s any source of strength that she can gain from what’s probably their last night of one-on-one bonding, she’s quick to cipher it for all of its worth. 
They’ve said “I love you” to each other maybe a handful of times in their lifetime. They don’t say it now. It doesn’t need to be said. 
She can’t see what the other end of the tunnel looks like. 
The light’s too dim and she’s all alone. But if she closes her eyes and listens closely enough, she can hear him, hear Michael’s voice. 
Where life takes her next, she’s gotta do it alone. But she knows he’ll always be the one to catch her before she falls. The one who protects her from monsters and demons, even the ones taking hold in her head.
Two thousand miles of space between them could never change that.
It was always depth over distance for them.
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marivenah · 10 months
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OC Tag Game
I was tagged by @corvosattano @socially-awkward-skeleton and @jackiesarch to do this tag game, thank you 💙
sending no pressure tags to @risingsh0t @nightbloodbix @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @voidika @madparadoxum @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @leviiackrman @roofgeese @kyber-infinitygems @poetikat @shegetsburned @shellibisshe @jacobseed and anyone who wants to play!
— FAVOURITE OC (CURRENTLY)
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I don't really have an all-time fave, so going with the current one. So this one should be pretty obvious as I'm so annoying about her right now. Thanks to the hyperfixation on sw that hit me like a truck, I am putting so much more work into her character and story now than I ever had before. (Pretty much how it was with Zoiya when I created her.) Let's see how long this lasts.
— OLDEST OC
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I've mentioned it before here and there in tags but Luna is my oldest oc and the first one I've ever put serious work into. The 2000s Fantastic Four movies were my first exposure to superhero movies and I thought 'hey that looks like fun!' and that's basically how she came into existence.
I probably have even older ocs but they're from fandoms I'm not part of anymore.
— NEWEST OC
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The newest addition is Romy! I still need to develop her more but I had some unused concepts for original fiction stuff which she just absorbed I guess. So, at least there's a base.
— MEANEST OC
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This one was hard to decide because I don't exactly have a purely evil oc. I also considered Carol, Shireen, and Yártien. While the others kill as well, having their very own interpretation of justice, Harper is extremely self-righteous. If people stand in her way, she will not shy away from making sure they don't, no matter what kind of person they are. I'd say she has a soft spot for nurses though.
— SOFTEST OC
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One of the calmest and most reasonable Jedi you'll meet. She is just so full of love and joy that some would question whether she strictly follows the Jedi Code or not? She really has to put a lot of effort into not forming any attachments. Additionally, killing her opponents will always be her last resort. She even tries her best to get Inquisitors to come back to the light side.
— MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC
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She's a bitch, and she knows it. She put a lot of work and effort into getting where she is today. And she'll do anything to keep that position. She'll knowingly gaslight gatekeep girlboss her way through life. She's in a high enough position to make the life of others miserable. And if she doesn't like the other person, she'll enjoy it even more.
— SMARTEST OC
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Luna was raised by and learned from the smartest man on Earth. So, I thought I'd make her smart too. Back when she was created the mcu really lacked female geniuses. She's an expert in several scientific fields such as physics, chemistry, biology, and all kinds of engineering and a lot more. She's the ultimate nerd.
— DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC
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Yuna dates a serial killer knowing full well what he's doing. She's also pretty dumb and oblivious. Not necessarily stupid but she only has one brain cell. Head empty at all times.
— OC I'D BE FRIENDS WITH IRL
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Rose is a great best friend. Very dedicated and loyal. She has a big family so she's also very social, though not overly obnoxious. A very good listener and always tries to give helpful advice. Sometimes that advice is just to go out and have stupid fun to free the mind from the problems for some time. idk I'd just want to be her friend haha
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mlfywsly · 8 months
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Those Ocean Eyes
Summary: You were new at school and met a boy while watching your best friend rugby practise. Your friends talk to you about him and you know you shouldn't fall in love with him, but you can't help to.
Pairing: Harry Greene x OC!Fem
Warning: Strong language
A/N: My TikTok is full of that "Ocean Eyes" song (i'm not complaining btw) so I though of doing this :3
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Not fair...
I entered through the school gate and someone hugged me. I hugged him back.
"I'm so happy you're here, Luna!"
I smiled
"Yeah, me too!"
"Come here, I will introduce you to the boys"
He took my wrist and we started walking until we reached a table with a group of people sat. They looked at us.
"So, these are Charlie, Elle, Tao, Isaac, Darcy and Tara"
I waved my hand a bit nervous.
"Guys, this is Luna. My best friend"
"Hey! Oh, Nick told us a lot about you" Elle said and she let me sit between her and Tao.
"He did? Bad stuff?"
"Of course" Nick said and I laughed
"And you're like... british? How did you met each other?" Tao asked
"Well... actually we know each other since we were babies" I laughed "Our mums are like... very close friends. We live pretty close"
"And why didn't you came to this school until now?" Charlie asked this time
"My dad's job. When I was like five we had to move to LA, so I went to school there"
"Really? Oh, that's so cool!"
"Did americans treat you well?" Darcy asked "I mean, they're pretty awful sometimes"
"Actually no, they're so sweet. At least they were so sweet with us"
"Oh, wow. So you're like... half american"
We keep talking until the bell rang and we have to go to our classes. At the end of the day Nick came to me.
"Hey, I was wondering... would you like to come to my rugby practise? The guys will be there too"
"Yeah, sure!"
"Great! I'll see you then"
I hugged him and I went to my house. I had lunch and around 5.30 p.m. I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and see Darcy and Tara outside.
"Hey! Nick told us that you were coming to the rugby practise. Wanna come with us?"
"We can wait until you're ready"
"Oh, yeah sure! Hold on"
I went upstairs to my room and put my shoes on. I put some make up and grabbed my handbag. I went downstairs and we leave. We arrived five minutes after and we sat down with the rest of the guys. The players started coming out and going to the rugby field. We started talking about everything when suddenly I watched to the rugby field and saw a boy standing next to Nick and smiling. My heart melted. He was so cute...
"Who's him?" I asked confused
"Who is who?"
"That guy next to Nick"
"Don't you even try it!" Tao shouted
I opened my eyes.
"What?"
"He's the most awful guy in the school. You better don't fall for him"
"I didn't fall for him, I don't even know him" I excused myself "I'm just asking because she like talking to Nick. Are they friends or something?"
"Yeah" Tara said "He's his best friend. But he is like the most homophobic dude out here. And he's like you know, that popular rich guy who actually doesn't even care about anything"
"Yeah, he's like one of those stupid bitches who make girls fall in love with him to bum them out. He's not worth it"
"Oh... I see..."
"So don't you dare to fall in love with him!" Tao said "He's not even pretty, so..."
"He's hot" I said "I mean... he may be an arse, but he's pretty hot"
"Luna!"
"Sorry! I'm not falling... I'm speaking facts"
He rolled his eyes while Isaac smiled watching at him.
"It's not even funny, Isaac"
"It is"
We started laughing and Tao sighted. When it was almost midnight when Harry and that guy came in. They said goodbye to each other and that guy left out, after looking at me. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Fuck...
"Earth calling Luna... are you with us?"
I looked at them.
"What? What happened?"
"You gawp looking at Harry" Tao said
"Who's that?"
"That guy we were talking about... you said he was 'hot'"
"Oh..."
Nick laughed
"You really said Harry was hot? What's your problem?"
"Pipe down, mate, he is"
"So you like Harry?"
"How would I? I don't know him"
"So?"
"And I'm not into homophobic dudes"
"It works for me"
We arrived home and I said goodbye to them. I hugged Nick and I went to my dorm. I lay on my bed and all I can though about was that Harry guy. Shit... I grabbed my phone and looked for Nick's insta. When I found it I went to his followers and search for Harry until I found him. I started watching his insta and God, he was soo hot... I blamed myself for even think about it. I turn my phone off and got to bed. Next day, when I arrived school I sat next to Charlie.
"Hey! How did you sleep?"
"Fine" I said smiling
I looked over to one of the tables and saw him. He looked at me with his ocean eyes... I felt like dying. Then I realized what was actually happening and I couldn't believe it. I excused myself and go to the bathroom.
"This can't be happening! Calm down, Luna, calm down. He is just cute, but you're not falling for him, stop being so dramatic. You can think someone's cute without falling for him, right? And you can think someone had the most enchanting ocean eyes you had ever seen in your whole life without... falling for him, right? Right. We're cool, we're not falling for him and we will never. I can do better"
I washed my face and some tears began to fall down my cheeks. I was enchanted to had those ocean eyes looking at me...
You really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes
I went to my class and can't help but thinking the whole day about him. Stop it, Luna! At the end of the day I walked home with my friends.
"You know he is one of those bitches who bullied Charlie so hard. And not only Charlie, a lot of people more... and he think that's funny, to pick up on someone for no reason and destroy them just to laugh with his friends"
I looked down without saying nothing.
"You must stay out of his line. I mean, he will have no qualms about destroying you as well is he know you fell f-"
"I DID NOT FALL FOR HIM!" I shouted reaching my door with tears in my eyes "Please, stop saying that! I just said he was cute, that doesn't mean I fell for him! I don't even know him but I don't want to! He's awful, he's an arse, he's a fucking son of a bitch! I will never fall in love with someone like him, for God's sake, I have my principles!"
"Wow, I- I'm sorry..." he said with sadness
"I'm sorry for shouting, I just... I had a bad day, I need some rest. Sorry"
I entered to my house and run to my room. I sat on the floor and cover my face with my hands. I broke down crying. How could I fall in love with such an unpresentable dude like Harry? My legs started to bounced and my vision got blurred. I started shaking and I couldn't stop crying, it was hard for me to breath well. Fuck...
I grabbed my phone and texted Nick.
I'm scared...
Minutes later Nick entered to my room and sat next to me. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest, while he put his hand on my chest. He asked me to breath with him and I do it. When I was calmed he hugged me.
"What happened, Luna? You scared me..."
"I'm scared..."
"You did fall for him, didn't you?"
I nodded crying and he hugged me.
"Don't worry... it's okay"
"No! It's not okay! He's awful, I can't just fall for him... I'm being unfaith to myself"
"Sweetie... you can't choose who to fall in love with"
"Not fair..."
"I know, but... that's how life works"
"I hate that"
We just keep that way for a long time until I fall asleep. The next weeks were even worse. I was always thinking about him in class, I couldn't even concentrate. I saw him everywhere and he looked at me sometimes with those ocean eyes... In the rugby matches or practises I kept watching at him. I decided to not deny that I had a crush on him for my mental health but I was still feeling guilty for fell in love with him. I get used to over time. I was starting to accept thst I fell in love with him and even if he was mean it was okay. After all, you can't choose who to fall in love with... I was hoping him to bummed me out so I can move on, but I knew it was gonna be hard. I never felt this way about any other guys I have been in love with.
I've never fallen for quite this high, fallin' into your ocean eyes...
Years kept passing, and now I was about to say goodbye to Nick because he was leaving to uni while I had to stay one more year on Higgs.
"CHARLIE SPRING!" Someone shouted
Me and Charlie started looking around until we saw Harry. My mind was about to blow with what we were seeing. Harry came to us dressed in a 12-years-old cheerleader costume. I was so miffed.
"Thoughts?"
Charlie looked at me confused and then looked at him.
"About the fort or about your thighs?"
I smiled to myself
"Both, mate"
"Both are great" Charlie said "Good job. Keep it up"
I didn't know what to think or react, so I didn't say anything at all.
"I knew the skirt was a good decision. I should do this more often"
"Definitely"
I shaked my head. Minutes later we found Nick and Charlie and him started talking about everything, honestly I felt a little left out, but who cares. Suddenly we heard a 'click' and a laugh. We turned around and see Harry holding Nick's camera, I smiled to myself.
"So bloody romantic" he said "I can't believe I'm gonna find a new couple to cockblock at uni"
"Did you literally just pickpocket me?" Nick asked surprised and annoyed
Harry winks and laugh at him before wandering away again. Nick shaked his head.
"He's so irritating..."
I smiled. At the end of the day I hugged Nick, I was going to miss him. I was about to walk back home when I search for Harry with my eyes. I find him looking at me with his bright eyes. He must been crying and I gave him a shy smile, he looked down and looked at me again. He smiled and entered to his bus. I sighted and let a few tears run out my eyes. I smiled again reminding of all the memories I had in the school, and of course he was in all of them, even if it were bad or good memories, he was there. I smiled thinking of my first love ever, he was my first love, even if he doesn't really knows me. Even if we were not able to have a chance together, he will always be stuck here. In my heart.
Those ocean eyes...
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The Blue Princess (Chapter 7)
Summary: Luna tries some new experimental techniques and Loki hangs out with Bucky
Warnings: some suggestive content
Word count: 3.2k
The AO3, Wattpad, and Spotify links are on the Masterlist
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It was another lovely day in middle-of-nowhere Oregon, and Luna wanted to make the most of it. She planned to meditate during prime daylight hours but found her plan slowly being foiled. She searched high and low for a beach towel large enough to spread her yoga mat on, but none were meeting her eyes. The wick on her temper burned shorter and shorter until she wanted to give up. However, a gentle voice from behind stopped her in her tracks.
“Hey, what are you looking for?”
Luna turned around and met Bucky’s bright eyes.
“Oh, um, I’m looking for a beach towel,” Luna responded. “Like, one big enough to lay my mat on.” She indicated her yoga mat, which was propped against the wall.
“I have something if you want. It's not a towel, but it's big enough.” Bucky pointed behind him. “I can go get it. It’s still in my bag.”
“I’d totally appreciate that. Thank you.”
With a nod and a smile, Bucky hurried off to fetch his item. True to his word, it wasn’t a towel but a woven mat he’d kept on the floor of his home in Wakanda.
“It’s not much, but it’s made for sitting,” Bucky said as he handed it over.
Luna held it up as high as she could to examine it. It was huge and exactly what she needed.
“Oh, this is perfect.” She folded it up and tucked it under her arm. “Thanks again.”
“Of course,” Bucky said, smiling. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing.”
“I sure hope I will.” Luna waved goodbye and headed for the downstairs doors.
Once outside, she took a deep breath, the air lovingly greeting her lungs. She picked a spot beneath a tree and spread the mat Bucky lent her on the ground, then unrolled her yoga mat on top of it. Bucky’s mat gave the perfect cushioning for sitting on the ground, and Luna could not be more content. She popped back inside to get her pen and notebook but quickly returned and got situated.
“Ok,” Luna said, sighing as she sat on the ground. She jotted a few preliminary notes in her notebook and set it off to the side. Shoes off and beside her, she crossed her legs and rested her wrists gently on her knees.
To Luna, meditation wasn't about clearing the mind but focusing it on a singular topic. She closed her eyes and searched her brain for something to hold on to; anything that held some weight. Rubbing her thumb against the side of her finger, she felt like she was fumbling and grasping at nothing. Her concentration was crumbling away before she could even figure out what to concentrate on.
Luna flashed her eyes open and stood up with a huff. She paced back and forth inside the perimeters of the mat, thinking and thinking about what she wanted to accomplish. She wanted to control her newfound abilities, but it was easier said than done. Unconsciously, they did as they pleased, but under her command? It seemed near impossible.
Turning and pivoting, Luna thought long and hard. She knew strong emotions and injuries called them into being, like fear and anger. But such emotions were counterproductive for a meditation session. If she aggravated herself, she would become a menace for the rest of the day and do nobody any good. And she didn’t want to take a knife to her skin again.
Aside from such powerful negative feelings, what could make her feel so deeply? What else could take her heart in its hand and squeeze?
Luna sat back down and propped her elbow on her knee to rest her chin in her palm. She pondered and thought and pondered again. She thought so hard, and yet, the answer was so simple. Loki made her feel deeply, deeper than she ever believed possible.
Luna straightened her posture, set her hands back on her knees, and closed her eyes. She banished any previous or doubtful thoughts from her mind and concentrated on Loki's image, allowing it to wash over her and encompass her every sense.
His gentle voice was in her ear, his hands on her body, and his distinct aroma in her nose. She arched her back as his imagined touch slowly glided up and over her shoulders, stoking the fire in her belly. It raged as his hands inched down her chest, lips parting ever so slightly as her breathing picked up. She let it undo her, no matter how unreal it was.
The fiery caresses moved lower and closer to her core; so close, there was almost a spark. Luna’s uncertainty gripped her will and urged her to stop, but she pushed it aside. She wanted to surrender and let it move her how it needed to. Fingers trembling, the fire exploded and ran its way through her bloodstream. Every inch of her skin prickled with tiny fires beneath the surface. It swayed her and made her sweat and pant so hard, she thought she might pass out.
A deep-seated throb pushed into Luna’s abdomen, making her lurch forward and plant her hands on the ground. As she caught her breath, she stared hazily at her hands. The impact caused a slight poof of frost to emanate and coat the surrounding blades of grass. She slowly sat back up and ran a hand over her arm. Her periwinkle skin shimmered with frozen water droplets. She couldn't be sure whether it was sweat or condensation, but it fascinated her.
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Bucky yawned and stretched his arms on his way to the kitchen. The six-pack of beer in the fridge called his name, and he hadn't the heart to resist. He took the entire thing out and pulled one from the bunch to fiddle with on his way back to the living room. Blowing out a discordant whistle, he stopped in his tracks as he spotted someone already lounging on the couch.
“Oh, hey,” he said. It was Loki, who flashed him a soft smile.
“Hello,” Loki greeted back. He watched Bucky resume his approach and sit down next to him. “Did you expect to be alone here?”
“Yeah. You’re really quiet.” Bucky set his beer down on the table.
“When I need to be.” Loki watched as Bucky grabbed a second beer and offered it to him. "Oh, thank you." The pair flicked the caps off – Bucky with his left thumb and Loki with his right – and clinked them together.
As Bucky took his first sip, his eyes wandered to the TV screen. The volume was low, and the screen played the scene of some movie he'd never seen before.
“What’re you watching?” Bucky asked.
“Mm, nothing, really,” Loki responded, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m just here to keep an eye on her.” He gestured with the bottle to the window. Bucky followed his line of sight and squinted to see Luna sitting under a tree, writing intently in her notebook.
“She’s not going anywhere.”
Loki looked over at Bucky. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
“Yeah,” Bucky affirmed. The image of Luna’s bloodied body flashed through his mind’s eye. If he were Loki, he’d be keeping the same watchful eye.
Another moment of silence passed until Bucky couldn’t take it and flipped through the channels. He needed something easy and distracting for his busy mind as beer does nothing to dull his racing train of thought.
“Hey, you like conspiracy theories? Like, Loch Ness Monster and whatever?” Bucky asked as he stopped on a mystery channel.
“Sometimes," Loki said and turned his head to face Bucky. “You fancy them?”
“I like to check up on them now and again to see if any of them might be my fault.” Bucky selected the channel and raised the volume a bit. “Like, the Kennedy-second-shooter one.” He tapped his chest with the remote. “That’s me.”
“No,” Loki said in amusement. “I was there that day, I think.”
“No kidding!”
“Junior was a bit of an acquaintance of mine.” Loki picked at his thumbnail. “He wasn’t the best man in the world, but he was a great shag.”
“Ok, I did not need that image in my head.” Bucky rubbed his eyes as Loki chuckled.
“I can give you a better one if you like.”
“No thanks.” Bucky shifted to angle his body towards Loki. “So, why do you watch these?”
Loki shrugged. “I think they're fun, and, uh," he leaned closer, "I'm also responsible for a few of them.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Uh,” he paused to take a sip of his beer as he thought. “Bigfoot, but only a couple of the Northern ones.”
Bucky cracked out a laugh. “Oh my god! No way!”
“That’s what the travelers said too.” Bucky laughed again and patted his thigh a few times out of the sheer comedy of Loki's quip.
“What other ones? I’m curious now.”
“You’ll have to be patient. You get that one for free.” Loki gently poked Bucky’s shoulder.
“Can I guess?”
“Guess all you like. You might get it right.”
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Luna stretched out her neck, feeling the joints between her vertebrae crack as she moved. Her first attempt at conjuring her icy complexion returned as a success, but practice makes better, so she geared up to try again, this time with less resistance and shock.
Wrists against her knees, she closed her eyes and concentrated on Loki again. Not on his touch or his austere visage but on his pure essence. She focused on exactly how he made her feel. All the love, safety, and recognition she received in his eyes. It bloomed in her heart like a flower in bright moonlight. Her cheeks quickly grew warm with emotion, so she kept the sensation flowing. It was all working in her favor.
Luna felt it flow and rush through her veins. She felt it under every inch of her skin. There was no need for Loki's touches as he was already within her. An intimate, beautiful piece of him resided deep inside her and now made up a part of her too. He was the butterflies in her stomach, goosebumps up her arms, and pulsing heat in the basket of her hips. She felt it all and let it fill her from her scalp to her toes.
Fingers moving slowly and rhythmically, Luna felt the flow even out into a continuous spring. It moved and felt like how a river sounded: strong and constant. It was everlasting; it was there before her and would be after her, like her culture and ancestors from the mother country. She always took comfort in the thought, and it was such comfort that gave her the confidence to open her eyes.
She gradually opened one eye first, peeking through her lashes and angling her gaze to her right hand. Glittery periwinkle skin met her eye, so she opened the other and lifted both hands into the light. She rubbed her fingers together and felt rough and smooth textures. The roughness came from the gentle frost forming about her skin and smoothness from dampness that had yet to freeze. Luna wondered if it would and how it would look and feel.
The frozen pieces felt hard against her soft skin, but she didn't feel the cold. She barely felt chilly. She hummed in fascination and traced the patterns going up her arms. Again, she wondered how the rest of her body looked. She hadn't had the privilege of admiring herself or Loki if he would let her at all. She wanted him to feel comfortable with her exploring this with him and through him, but he was still hesitant.
Perhaps she was still a bit to blame. She still hid her body from him, her new scars. He knew they were there. Everyone knew they were there, but she hid them from the one person she didn't need to hide from. Loki had already understood her feelings, but her fear of rejection may begin to read as distrust of his word. He would be within reason to doubt her comfort with him, even a little.
But she was comfortable with him, more than anyone in the universe. He knew her body as well as she knew his. Their scars matched, and they shared a piece of each other. He was a part of her most deeply, down to each cell. He moved her, changed her, and protected her.
Excitement gripped her, as did terror. Change is inevitable and a part of life, but she would need to spend time with it and feel it in its fullness by herself. So, Luna swiveled to lie on the mat and closed her eyes. She loved him dearly, and they swore commitment to each other. To know Loki is to love him, and she needed to uphold her part of the bargain. Luna concentrated on holding the gentle flow in her body, but after some time laying in the shade, drowsiness took over and pulled her into a light sleep.
However long her nap was, she couldn’t tell, but she woke up to the feeling of brisk wind and the sharp tickle of grass. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her right. Her gaze fell on a lone rabbit grazing peacefully a few feet away. She gasped upon seeing it, but its ears twitched, and it stopped nibbling, causing Luna to hold her breath. It stood on its hind legs, looked around, and hopped a few feet further away. It had noticed her and gotten scared. Luna didn’t blame the creature, for she was a bit thankful because now she could move without feeling like an imposition.
Discomfort quickly snuck up on her as she shifted her arms to push her body up to sitting. She looked down behind her and cringed. The mat and her shirt were completely soaked, as was the rest of her body.
“Ugh, what?” Luna groaned. She pulled the damp fabric of her shirt, and it occurred to her that as she slept, the accumulated frost had melted and gone the only place it could go: everywhere.
She pulled her shoes on and shuffled into the house, making a mental note to pick up her notebook and mats after she’d dried off and changed. As she itched at her skin under the wet cloth, cheerful voices met her chilly ears.
“You? You were the guy?” Luna instantly recognized it as Bucky.
“The very one.” The other individual was Loki.
“But how’d you get away? He just said there was no trace.”
“Well, you see, it was a careful timing of me jumping into the air and then Heimdall calling the Bifrost.” Luna walked into view, catching the attention of the two. “Darling!” Loki greeted with a bright smile.
“Woah, why are you wet?” Bucky said with great surprise and concern. He eyed her up and down, glanced outside at the clear skies, and looked back at her.
Luna stopped and gestured to herself. "Condensation. This happens when something gets colder than the surrounding air temperature, and," she paused and waved a dismissive hand, "ah, whatever. I’m going to go change.” She took a few more steps toward the staircase and paused. “Oh, what time is it?”
"It's, uh," Bucky began and glanced at his phone, "almost 2."
“Ok. Loki, remember we got the lawyers calling in about an hour.”
"I remember," Loki said lovingly. "You go get comfortable." They waved at each other, and Luna ran up the stairs and out of sight.
“You got to go?” Bucky asked, feeling a little disappointed.
“In an hour,” Loki replied. “What, are you tired of me already?”
Bucky raised his brows. “Seriously? Five seconds after I learn you’re literally D. B. Cooper? The story’s just getting good!”
“How right you are.” Loki held his beer up and took a sip. “Now, where was I?”
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Loki's remaining hour with Bucky came and went, with Luna making one more trip outside to fetch her things. Loki had gone, and now Bucky was alone as he had planned. He finished three more beers and two more mystery episodes before calling it quits. In the silence, he sat staring out the window. He was at a loss for what to do. Steve and Sam were busy chatting away with Tony or their lawyers. He didn't know Wanda well enough to talk to her, and there was a grey area with Natasha that intimidated him. Luna and Loki were also busy with their lawyers, so no fun there either.
Checking the time again, he wondered if he might take a walk by himself. It seemed peaceful outside, and the air looked warm and crisp. He could also talk to someone. But who? Nebula? It had been a minute since he'd seen her, let alone spoken to her. He checked his numbers and debated pressing hers when lo and behold, his phone dinged with an incoming call. Swallowing nervously, he pushed to answer and held it to his ear.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hi,” Nebula greeted back in her trademark rough voice. “I don’t know why I called. Everyone else was making calls.”
“And let me guess, you felt left out?”
“Mm,” she replied. Bucky nodded his head.
“That’s ok. I was thinking about talking to you anyway.”
“About what?” Nebula’s voice seemed to relax, which made Bucky relax.
“Um,” he adjusted his seating position, “how’s your day going?”
“Fine. Humans are nosey,” Nebula chastised.
Bucky smiled. “Yeah, they are. So, uh, how are you handling all the attention?”
“It’s awful. And loud. Everyone’s always asking questions.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. I expected as much.”
“What are you all doing over there?”
“Just hanging out with everyone. Loki, most recently.”
“Mm.” Nebula sighed quietly.
“I don’t think he forgives you, but neither would I if I was him. I come pretty close, actually, and I don’t forgive those people.”
Nebula’s voice softened. “What happened to you besides falling?”
Bucky blinked. “You don’t know?”
“Mm-mm,” Nebula hummed.
“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t since you’re from space and all.” There was a pause as Bucky thought of negating what he said, but Nebula spoke up.
“I don’t forgive my father either.”
“Good. You shouldn’t,” Bucky said confidently.
There was another pause on both their ends. Bucky wondered what to talk about next or if Nebula wanted to keep talking to him. He debated offering an out in case she felt unsure about talking, but instead, she changed the subject.
“I liked dancing with you,” she said softly. “I’d never danced before, so it was nice.”
Bucky smiled sweetly, though she couldn’t see it. “I’m glad you did. I liked it too.” He scratched at the fabric of his pants. “Maybe, when this is all over, we could, um,” he cleared his throat, “we could, uh,” he trailed off.
“Ok,” Nebula answered.
“Really?”
“Y-yeah,” she confirmed, seeming just as nervous. “But don’t tell anyone. I have Quill yapping in my ear enough as it is.”
Bucky laughed and heard Nebula snicker on the other end. "Don't worry; I can keep a secret for ya."
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A/N: apologies again for the late update. I’ve been having the hardest time staying motivated and passionate. I feel like my writing doesn’t matter anymore and I try too hard for no reason. I’m also still coming up with more details to push the story forward and sometimes I forget what I have.
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The list (in order of submitter urls)!
If you submitted your OC, then you should probably be able to find yourselves here!
@2bu - Mason Spectrespeaker
@acromafireair - Lara and Rio Coddsworth (kinda shared entity situation so they're together)
@bookoramaenderteeth - Mavis
@bramblestar334 - Bramble
@candlewitch-cryptic - Slash
@cat-skull - Paxel
@collabwithmyself (submitted with permission by @much-the-millers-kid) -Biohazard
@cure-icy-writes - Tabby (Test Batch 11, Designation Null)
@cure-icy-writes - Elle Chihiro
@dragontoonss - Jade
@element-kitten-klaws - Frozen Teeth
@element-kitten-klaws - Comet Whiskers
@element-kitten-klaws - Exoskeleton (Exo)
@esmaelj - Kitty Heels
@esmaelj - Ginger
@featherfrond - Gull
@flishthedragon - Zoe
@horizontalnobelcat - Apotheosis (Theo)
@hyephyep - Lane (Helane)
@hyephyep - Cherry Lipstick
@j-fashion-wearer-otd - Ren
@kdm13 - Pawtree Purrety
@kjmellow - Kitty the Kitten
@kjmellow - Caitrionia
@kjmellow - Taika Namur
@kratt09 (side @torchflame) - Torchflame
@laceghost (@noct-oracle) - Kat
@lydiahosek - Luna
@malaky-nightm4r3 - Chai
@much-the-millers-kid - Murphy Laud
@mxbrightsky - Clause (rhymes with "claws" :3)
@plaguedbutch - Leafcloud
@plaguedbutch - Briarfang
@rainewintersnow - Mr. Catman
@rainewintersnow - Vivi
@rat-soup64 - Honeycloud
@ratherchaseamouse - Saberattle
@ravenmoodle - Jett Wild
@ravenmoodle - Silver
@ravenmoodle - Grey Wild
@sillysorcerer - Ni'iri
@spacedragonstar - Darkfur
@spacedragonstar - Mina
@spirits-of-kin - Spirit
@sugarsprinkles - Caro
@sugarsprinkles - Tumbledown
@teknoctarkamacska - Jinna
@teknoctarkamacska - Teasel
@teknoctarkamacska - Greenriver
@thunderwhenhepurrs - Bobsyfella
@wickedcityy - Finch
@wickedcityy - Miami
@yosuke-fields-forever - Nico (Nicholas)
@yosuke-fields-forever - Narciso
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Tell me a little about Damien-14?
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Damien-14 Is a Exo Titan, uses Solar as his primary subclass, occasionally Arc. He's hot headed, and will fling you into the sun if you breathe next to him the wrong way. He calls his ghost Amber, who's as pissy as him. Despite being quite hard to deal with and usually acting on impulse, he will defend the city with all he's got.
Got first rezzed up in the borders of the last city - someone dragged his corpse away to the field and came back to find a very confused looking titan.
He's also got a thing for Zavala. Don't ask him about it. Yes, he'll punch you if you do.
Uses the Sweet Business, Luna Regolith III and the Avalanche for Solar. For Arc, Seventh Seraph Carbine, Matador 64 and Thunderlord. Still no design for armor/in-game armor I want, unfortunately. :[
He's still in development, so he's not got much to him right now 😅 but thank you kindly for the ask!!! This helps me develop them ( OCs ) and think about them more.
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Will You Follow Me?
(to the ends of the earth)
Male!reader x Steven Grant
Fandom: Moon Knight
Rating: 18+
Word count:3.2
Summary: You have been down this road before but you can’t seem to help yourself.
Warnings: Sexual themes, interrupted sex, nightmares, cursing, past reader x oc, no beta, Will Need to read moonlit drops to understand this.
Notes: @jun--young Dude thank you for being so patient with me for getting this out and I hope you like it! This was so fun to write. You have always been a huge friend/supporter/awesome person for me and I am just grateful for you. And I hope life is being good to you rn. <3<3<3<3<3<3
Again, if you haven't read moonlit drops this won’t make any sense. This takes place mostly after that story.
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Your world changed on a rainy Sunday morning with a single wailing scream. 
The nurses wrapped her in a soft pink blanket and with a wide smile, like it was nothing, they gave over your daughter. 
You weep from the sheer joy of finally getting to meet your child. Her mother only looked away. 
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You liked the early morning hours best. When it was still dark out, the sunrise was only a breath away and there was only the quiet to keep you company. Still half-wake, you filled up the electrical kettle for your morning cup of tea. 
As you waited for the tea, you opened the laptop and went over your orders. You needed more flour, and eggs. A lot of eggs, both real and the vegan replacement. 
The holidays were coming up soon and those were your busiest times. You paused for a moment, looking at how many orders you had.
Then you pulled up your suppliers’ website. You were going to need a lot of eggs. 
The kettle beeped and you stood with yawn. Mindlessly you went through your daily routine of making tea. The smell alone was enough to start waking you up.
"Daddy?" A sleepy voice called out, sweet and quiet. You turned around, your arms already opening up for Luna. She blinked at you, pillows lines in her cheek and a confused pout.
Still in her green footie pj's with Princess Tiana printed on it, she went over to you. She stumbled just a little bit but you caught her in time. You swung her up and hugged her close.
Luna was so warm and soft and still smelled like her strawberry shampoo from her bath last night. It made your heart ache from sheer overwhelming love and you tightened your arms around her.
You bounced her playfully, kissing her sleep warm cheek. "Hey princess. Did you sleep well?" 
She hummed, tucking her face in your neck, already falling back to sleep. With one hand holding on to your tea and Luna in your arm, you went back to work, checking dull emails.
In an hour or so, you will have to wake up to get her ready for her school field trip. However, right now, with the stillness of morning and the center of your universe asleep in your arms, you soaked in all in. 
Surely there was no greater peace than this.
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When you met Luna’s mother, you were young and drunk and covered in body glitter. You still remembered how she met your eyes in the flashing lights of the club and gave you a shy, hopeful smile. 
She was beautiful and you couldn’t breathe and you were in love by the end of the night. You brought an engagement ring six months later. A simple one with a round diamond. 
You had excuses for the mistakes you had, youth and rose colored glasses. You thought you had a love story just like your parents. 
There was no excuse for how Steven Grant made you act like some love sick teenager. You went down that road before at full speed and Luna was the only good thing to come from it.
Yet you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from pulling Steven into another kiss and gods help you, Steven seemed just as hungry. He shoved you back onto your bed, the sheets and blanket a mess but the dizzying kissing didn’t stop. 
“Do you have time before…?” Steven asked, his lips against yours and his hand running down your chest.  His fingertips were a little rough against your skin but you only pressed into the touch. Your own hands roaming over warm and solid flesh. 
Gods, those sweaters hid a lot. 
You haven’t allowed yourself to touch another since… you weren't going to think about her right now.  So you nipped at his bottom lip, grinning at the gasp you earned. 
“Yeah, make it quick.” You ordered, curling a hand in those beautiful, soft curls. His dark eyes caught yours and you couldn’t breath for a moment. You didn’t even want air, you just wanted him. 
Steven chuckled breathlessly, “How quick-“
You cut him off, pulling him flush against you and after that, there were only soft touches and softer murmurs and warm pleasures as the sun rose over the city. 
Later, with mussed hair and a steaming mug of tea in your hand, you glanced at your phone, just to be sure that your mum hasn't texted you again. She had only texted you a single photo from late last night and a smiley face. 
It was Luna in her jammies, her hair still damp from the bath and her mouth covered in chocolate and asleep in front of the T.V with Lady and Tramp on. You stared at it, missing her more than you thought possible. 
Arms wrapped around your waist, Steven’ chin on your shoulders. He was dressed up, the world of adult responsibility calling to them both. You tilted your phone for him to let him see.
Steven laughed, “Man, she is adorable.” 
“Yeah.” You agreed, grinning when Steven kissed your cheek, his morning stubble rough against your skin.
There were going to be conversations later, because you needed Steven to understand that nothing, not even your own heart, will be placed above Luna’s happiness and wellbeing.  
But you could allow yourself this moment.
The three loaves of bread came out beautifully, soft and fluffy with a good crust. The smell was heady and wonderful in the warmth in the cafe’s kitchen. It would be perfect for some sandwiches. 
It was a thing the cafe always did, make a butchs of sandwiches right before the lunch rush and If there was enough left over, you and Luna could have some for dinner when she was back home from school. 
Carefully you took them off the cooling rack, and with a second to admire it, you moved on to cutting thick slices of bread. It was an hour before the lunch rush and you knew that you could count on a group of regulars to fill the cafe.
The coffee was ready to go and you moved with ease, the routine was something you have been doing since you were a child. 
Your mum peeked her head in. Age have been kind to Mary Anne even if life hasn't been and she could still pass for her forties. Her short hair was white, but it suited her in a way her old hair color never did. Strong and thickly built, she ruled the kitchens with an iron fist. 
Right now, though, her face was softened into a smile for you. You wiped your hands before you pulled her into a hug. It still surprised you sometimes that you were taller than her, Mary Anne seemed larger than life to you. 
“My baby boy.” She murmured even as you rolled your eyes at the nickname. 
“It’s good to see you, mum.” You told her.
Mary huffed out a smoker laugh as she went to the sink and turned her head to eye you. She had that knowing look and you pointedly turned your back to her. You got two cutting boards set up along with onions, lettuce and tomatoes.
“You know I came for a reason.” She said, already nudging you out of the way to help. You nudged her back, not giving up your spot and pushed her cutting board closer to her. 
“I know.” You grumbled, eyes darting the wall clock. It had been five days since the first date with Steven, the next one will be tonight and maybe you had been a little too excited for it. You had almost told Luna that it was a date but you didn’t.
It was too soon so far as Luna knew you were having a guy’s night. She had wrinkled her nose. “Football?” She asked in such distaste that you laughed.
“I still remember you coming home at six in the morning, still drunk as a skunk and sure that you found the woman of your dreams.” Mary said bluntly. “Your Papa would have helped you buy a ring that day if I didn’t stop him.”
You sighed, “I know. Do you have to bring that up?”
“I just want you to be careful.” Mary said, working the head of lettuce and peeling the outer layers. “You take after him, both of you were always romantics. You aren’t a kid anymore. You have a daughter to think about now.”
“Trust me. She is the only thing I am thinking about.” You said, slicing the tomatoes in thick, even circles. 
There was a pause then You spoke, your voice quiet.
“I know I need to go slow. There's just something about him and I just can’t help it.” You shrugged. “I am planning on having a talk with him. I won’t let it go past this date if he gets huffy about being second place to Luna.” 
Your mum hummed, her knife chopping almost impossibly fast. You stared in amazement, and promised to spend some more time practicing. 
“Good.” Mary Anne said finally. It looked like she had something else to say, her lips pursed just so and you sighed.
“Out with it, Mum. I never knew you held anything back if you thought someone was making a mistake.” 
She put down the knife and cupped your face, locking eyes with you. “Just be careful baby. People aren’t always like what they seem to be. You never know what lurks under the surface.  And you are too open, too kind with your own heart.”
You pulled her into a one arm hug, “Don’t worry, Mum. I will be careful. I promise.” 
Later with only the streetlight and falling autumn leaves for company, you and Steven stumbled down the sidewalk, a little tipsy and giddily from the beers. Steven wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You returned it by hugging his waist, a finger hooked into his belt loop. 
“So as I was telling her good night, she told me that she was going to ask one of the gods to keep an eye on me so I would be safe walking at night.” You told him, still amused by how solemn Luna looked when she told you. 
She had been wearing your old college shirt, far too big for her and her small feet covered with her little pink socks. Her skinny arms were tight around a thick book about ancient Egypt.
You had almost told her they weren’t real but you didn’t have the heart for it so you just kissed her forehead and told her ‘thank you, baby girl.’
“Oh? Which one?” Steven asked. He actually sounded interested, and it made your  smile grow. You hoped it was a good sign. 
You tried to remember, your brow furrowed. “I know I am going to say it wrong but Kho- Khos- something like that.”
Steven made a choking sound and you glanced up at him in surprise. Steven looked like he went pale even in the buttery warm lights. 
“Khonshu?” Steven asked. He chuckled but it sounded a little strained. 
“Yeah, that's it.” You said, watching him carefully. “Is everything okay? He isn't evil or something, right? Because if so, we are heading straight to my mum’s house. Maybe call a priest. Or the ghostbusters.”
Steven blinked then let out a real laugh. “Nah. But he is kind of a huge jerk.”
“You met this Khonshu then?” You teased him, bumping your hip against his. 
“I haven’t told you? It is a perk of working at the museum. I got all of their autographs.” Steven replied.
You laughed, unaware of how Steven’s grin softened as he watched you. Something in the air shifted as you met his eyes, your breath caught your throat. 
“You looked amazing right now.” Steven admitted, his voice low. 
You leaned into him, soaking his warm body heat. His cologne was faint but the warm, spicy scent of it made your head spin. You shifted, pressing your lips against his jaw. He must have shaved before the date because his skin was soft. 
You kissed along his jawline, ending it with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. His hands slide downward from your shoulders to your hips, his thumb resting on the top of your jeans.
He was leaning toward you and you met him, his lips, warm and firm, pressed against yours. The kiss was slow, but there was a promise in it and you hummed. Your hands curled into his jacket, holding on as the kiss deepened. 
“Do you want to-“ you murmured against his lips, torn between wanting Steven to say yes and knowing better.
“Gods, yes. Please.” Steven repiled. 
You don’t think you ever walked so fast in life and you fumbled with the townhouse keys as Steven pressed open mouth kisses against your neck, distracting you.
“If you don’t stop that, You are getting fuck against my front door and then I will have to an uncomfortable conversation with my neighbors.” You warned him.
Steven groaned, but stopped just long enough for you to turn the keys in. When on the other side of the side, Steven grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you right against the door.
You laughed breathlessly in surprise, pulling him down to kiss. It was sloppy and filthy and wonderful. You felt like you could kiss him forever. 
Somehow you and him made it into the bedroom, and Steven didn’t waste any time unbuttoning your jeans. Your hands tightened in the blanket as he took into his mouth, and you moaned at the wet heat of it. 
“I have been thinking about this- about you for days.” Steven rasped before he reclaimed your cock with his mouth, going all the way down to the base and your head tipped back. 
You gasped his name, unable to say much else as he kept bobbing his mouth up and down. He hummed in a way that went straight to your core and shot hot sparks up your spine. You thrusted upward as your hands grabbed his shirt, your thighs trembling.
“Shit- sorry. You gotta stop, darling. You’re going to make me cum.” You muttered, running fingers down his cheek in apology. Steven pulled off, spit shiny on his lips and chin. His eyes were impossibly dark and gorgeous.
“Don’t be.” Steven told you. 
You groaned, “C’mere.” 
Steven, prefect and sweet Steven, obeyed. His arms caged your head as he settled on your hips, his jeans rough against your own skin. You tugged Steven’s shirt off, admiring the form as tanned skin was revealed. 
He immediately leaned down and you groaned into the kiss, touching everywhere you could. His strong back and shoulders and his soft stomach, fingers going down the trail of dark hair
Then there was a sharp, thrilling sound. You and him jerked away, staring at each other in confusion. It came again and you realized it was your phone. 
“I gotta get it-“ you told him but Steven was already rolling off and you grabbed your phone from its spot on the floor. Your mum’s name flashed and you picked up immediately. 
“Mum- hey. Is everything okay?” You asked, heart pounding. Countless, horrible scenarios flashed through your mind at a rapid pace. And you thought your heart was going to leap out of your throat. 
Steven was on the bed, his eyes on you. For once, he almost looked different, his face oddly serious when you were used to seeing him look more sweet. 
“Luna is okay. But she had a really bad nightmare.” Your mum’s voice was calm and your shoulders slumped. Then you heard the phone being handed over.
“Daddy?” Luna’s watery voice broke your heart. It was clear she had been crying. And you would give up an arm and leg to be able hold her right that very second. 
“Hey, baby girl. Are you okay?” You asked, already buttoning up your jeans and trying to find your shirt.  Steven grabbed it and handed it over to you. He was already getting dressed.
“I had a bad dream. There was a monster. Could you come pick me up?” She asked with a hiccup.
“I’m on my way, I will be there before you know it, alright?” You told her, keeping your voice smoothing and low. 
You murmured some more comforting nonsense before hanging up. With a deep breath, you risked a glance at Steven. Except there was no anger, only concern.
He didn’t hesitate to come over. His hands ran up and down your arms slowly in an effort to smooth you.
“Is everyone okay?” Steven asked, his own voice much calmer than yours. You nodded, grabbed his hands and squeezed them. You offered up a smile.
“Yeah, just a nightmare but I have to go get her.” You said with a touch of regret. You had really been looking for alone time with Steven. “I’m sorry to end the date like this but-“
“Luna comes first. No matter what.” Steven said with a nod. You paused, not looking away from those soulful brown eyes. 
“Are you alright with that? This might not be the last time it happens.” You warned him softly. 
“I am. I care about you and her.” He assured you, pulling you closer. “I can see how much you love that little girl and I am just grateful for the time you give me.”
You swallowed, and nodded. “Thank you, Steven Grant.” You said, your voice thick. Steven’s grin was soft, and you wanted to melt into his arms but managed to resist. His forehead tapped against yours and you chuckled. 
The last kiss was a chaste one, a goodbye they neither you or him wanted to make. Even as you and Steven parted, you felt lighter than you had a long, long, long time.
~
Luna ran toward you the moment she saw you and you hurried toward her. Her face was still damp with tears. You held her close, running a hand through her soft hair and whispered to her.
“Hey, here I am. Don’t worry baby, no monster coming to get you okay?” You kissed her temple. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Luna nodded but didn’t let go, clinging to you like a lifeline. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked, her voice wobbly.
“Yes of course.” You told her, glancing over to your mum.
Mary shrugged, understanding your silent questions. “It was a normal night, we had some Mac and cheese and watched Bluey until bedtime.” 
“It was a big monster, bigger than you.” Luna said, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. You used a thumb to wipe away at her tears.
“That sounds pretty scary. You were very brave to get grandma and me.” You told her with a gentle smile. 
It only encouraged her to continue, as if need someone else to understand what she saw. “He looked like an old mummy with his head like a giant bird but he didn’t have his eyes or skin anymore. He loomed over me.”
“Christ.” You muttered with a matching grimace with your Mum. You gave her a bear hug, tight as you could. If you could, you had wiped away that whole nightmare so she would never remember it but this would have to do for now.
“I won’t never ever let any monster touch you.” You told your daughter, your whole world. 
“Never?” She asked.
“Ever.” You promised.
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, March 2nd - Part One - Fiction
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Release by MadeInGold (Angel/Maggie, E)
The Living (and The Dead) by TemporaryTitle (Buffy/Spike, Willow/Tara, T)
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He Had It Coming by Holly (Buffy/Spike, PG)
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Those Left Behind by Luna (Amy, LOTR xover, FR13)
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Weekly Drabbles #92 — Smothering by veronyxk84 (PG-13)
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Bizarre Double Life - Ch. 1 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, T)
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No Going Back - Ch. 14 by Tru2urheart (Tara/Willow, M)
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Eros' Curse - Ch. 18 by Deviantelfguy (Buffy/Dawn, Willow/Tara, E)
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