#I don’t even care if she didn’t tie into the rest of the story

[the-doomed-witch]

Hey can you write a natasha romanoff or wanda maximoff with fem reader with taylor swift's gorgeous? I think that song is perfect for them and it's my fav. Taylor song. Thanks in advance

YOU’RE GORGEOUS

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re the journalist, and she’s a celebrity. You’re drunk, and she’s gorgeous. You know how it goes. // based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS + MEN DNI. a really thick tension, almost competing w e/o, jealousy?, everyone’s like reaaally getting drunk, publicly making out, nothing but pining, situationship but it actually works out 💀

SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Author’s Note: hi anon! i hope you enjoy this 🫶 if you noticed the “hey stephen” no you didn’t 😭 also sorry this became kind of long but overall i loved writing this

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION

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Her flashing green eyes meet your glare as soon as she enters the room, hands tied with her stupid boyfriend. He’s not even just some guy, he’s a fucking microwave.

It was yet another Avengers party, and you were there as a member of the press, again. It was the third one this month, and you were tired of coming up with questions to interview them with. You showed up, asked them updates about their upcoming plans in hopes of a new cover story, ignored Wanda in every way that you could, got drunk, and left. It was a routine for you. But at least you got to drink expensive wine.

Your body tenses up at her sharp death stare, as if she was ready to burn you down. Wherever she went, you moved to the opposite direction, joining a circle of people or excusing them to click a picture of them. Of course, Stephen Strange was a fellow who’d love to get a picture taken, so you follow him.

Wanda sways her hips while walking up to you, her black dress gliding with the movement of her hips. “Hey Stephen, could you excuse us for a minute? Thanks.” Having no opportunity to answer, he nods with a formal smile and leaves you in Wanda’s privacy, all alone.

Placing her glass of whiskey aside, she hugs you. Albeit lightly, but you lose your breath for the second. “Y/N, what a delight to meet you. I feel like we need a lot of catching up to do.” she speaks with a smirk on her face, adorned by curls of her red hair falling down gracefully

You politely agree and grab yourself a drink; it was what you had to do in your professional capacity. Journalists cannot be rude to anyone.

She takes you to a quieter corner of the deafening party, that God knows how even exists. It was dark, but you had a couch to yourselves, just enough space to fit the two of you at a safe distance.

She speaks something, but you don’t hear it, you’re too busy staring at her cleavage. Wanda understands the direction of your pupils right away, and stretches her back, rotating her neck to release the tension.

“I’ve been really tired today. But since we are old friends, I think I should know a little bit about your life these days. How’s everything going on? Have you got a girlfriend?”

Old friends? That’s how you define a homoerotic ass situationship? Really, Wanda? You decide to join her game, and take off your coat, folding it and resting it on your lap.

“Mm, I’d love to say yes, but I’m afraid not. It’s kinda on and off you know.” You adjust your tie, it was harder to breathe with Wanda so close to you. “How are things with Vision?” you counter question her. It isn’t a competition, but you fear giving in against her.

She takes a deep breath, and replies, “I hope none of this goes out into the press.”

“You can trust me, Wans.” You add the nickname as a sign of confidentiality and a personal effect.

“Things haven’t been good with him. I don’t even know what he’s doing out there right now. I’m not even sure where he even is, if he has left the party to go to a club or something. Not that I care anymore…”

“I’m sorry for that, I wish he wasn’t a moron.”

She laughs and slightly hits your arm, “Hey! I’m still his plus one for the night.”

“I guess you should try to find him around here somewhere, then.” you give her the evil smirk. She reflects the same expression and says, “It hurts to know you don’t have a girlfriend yet. You deserve one, for the stunning woman you are.”

It suddenly turns into a game of who can hold back longer and who can roast better. You excuse yourself from the coversation after a little while, and proceed to ask people some questions.

With the glances you steal, you observe that Wanda doesn’t smile for the rest of the evening, not even the perilous grin of hers. The time passes for hours till you are inebriated again, spending your time with the even more drunk host of the evening; Tony Stark.

You stand in a group with him, Valkyrie and Thor around you, all high from unhealthy amounts of drinking. You still hold yet another glass of wine in your hands, sipping between quips and laughter.

“She called me her ‘old friend’… The fuck does that even mean? A friend who’s older than you?” The group laughs with every sentence you narrate to them.

“Girl, we’ve had our fair share of situationships… none of them have ever called me an ‘old friend’… it’s just the weirdest thing to say…”

Thor holds his guffaws back and asks you, “But Y/N, who is this lady that you’re talking of?”

“Well you wouldn’t believe.”

Tony joins in the conversation, “Oh come on Y/N, tell us!”

You notice Wanda entering the little crowd of four of you. She’s just as drunk, but seems to be in little control of herself, unlike you.

You throw your arm around her shoulders, and watch her change the subject of discussion. Maybe she heard what you said, maybe it was involuntary, but she is here to the rescue of you and herself.

In between drinks and limericks by Thor, Wanda’s hand extends to your waist, your arm still around her shoulders.

You both turn towards each other to laugh, but the smiles falter away with the vicinity of your bodies. You freeze for a moment, watching her eyes give you a soft look for the first time in months. Suddenly, she’s the only one in the enormous room, filled with thousands of people. She’s the only one emanating light, in the crowdful of darkness.

Her eyebrows stretch up, with her uncertain expression. For a response, you move your hand to her nape, scratching it softly as you tug her closer to you. She wraps your tie around her wrist, in an attempt to pull you more quickly than your pace.

Her lips feel warm, and delicate. With repeated scratches at the back of her neck, she sighs and pulls your tie even closer, consequently her tongue meeting yours. Your stomach tingles with butterflies till she gives you space to take a breath.

It’s infuriating to feel this way. Out of all the alcohol that made you drunk, only the feeling of her lips brushing against yours managed to intoxicate you.

The lustre of her black dress remains lingering in your eyes when you push Wanda against the bar counter, careful not to hurt her exposed and freckled back. “You’re so fucking gorgeous Wanda,” you speak before capturing her into another kiss, “I hate it so much. God, I hate it so much.”

“Hate me enough to take me home tonight?”

“Oh I could be alone all I want. Unless you wanna come along?”

#skye’s taylor swift themed drabbles #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff smut

[reidslovely]

heyy bambi i was wondering if i could request tasm!peter x reader where she’s grumpy and he’s sunshine with her getting jealous and not wanting to say anything so she just pouts and he thinks it’s so cute cause reader has nothing to worry about 🥹

hi friend loved this concept...however i can only bring myself to write frat tasm peter so that is incorporated into this plot because it's just fitting. hope you love it.

Love on the Brain

Frat!Peter x Reader

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This had been the flashiest frat party of the year by far. Even flashier than the one you and your friends had stumbled into six months ago, where you first met Peter Parker. Now Peter Parker had entangled himself in every sense of your life, like the spider he was. Everyone was dressed in some type of couples get up. Groups of friends having picked out group costumes, or couples having picked out iconic couple costumes. Which is what made you pissed off even more as the brunette dressed in a heart pink dress with a heart logo on it, grasped your boyfriend's arm. Peter’s eyes widened, very interested in her story not at all paying attention to the care-bear girl petting his bicep. 

You two were very clearly dressed in a couples costume, both having walked down the stairs in a 1950’s get-up mocking that of Jack and Alice from Don’t Worry Darling. Besides that, everyone knew Peter Parker had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who was pretty territorial. 

“He only has eyes for you.” M.J. approached you with two drinks in hand Harry in tow. The two dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby-Doo. She pushed the vodka sprite into your hand, eyes peering into you. 

“I know. And I have eyes for her right now, just not the ones she wants.” 

“He’s so oblivious.” 

Harry laughed watching his friend, nodding his head answering the chemistry question thrown at him. “How’d you even get him to catch on that you liked him?” 

“Didn’t have too he liked me first.” You shrugged sitting your drink down, leaning against the table of snacks where Peter had left you before being cornered.

“She’s not even one of the original care-bears.” M.J. shook her head. Peter finally pulled his eyes away from her, finding you in the crowd. Warmth and relief washed over you, but apparently not your face as Peter pointed your way talking to the girl. She huffed, dropping her hand shooting daggers at you. You bit back a smile, but your walls cracked as Peter walked over engulfing you in his arms. 

“What’s the long face for mhm?” Peter teases. 

“This is just my face.” You said dropping the smile again quickly. 

“Mhm, is someone jealous? Mhm” Peter teased, rubbing his nose against your forehead, teasing you. 

“No, of course not. You know where you’re taken care of.” 

You whisper, fixing the tie, you’d put it around his neck earlier. You were insanely green on the inside, and it only filled more when you caught her and a girl in a blue dress pointing your way mumbling something about “bitch.” Your bottom lip pulled inward, biting down on it as you thought.

“You know it’s okay to get jealous. It’s healthy, good for a relationship. Shows we still got something, if you weren’t jealous..well baby I think I’d be a little offended.” 

“Do you get jealous?” You deflected away from yourself, hands resting on his shoulders. Peter laughed and tilted his head. 

“..’Course I get jealous baby. Why do you think I’m always hanging on you on these things? I gotta show we are both taken. These guys have wandering eyes and I don’t really like that.”

His words made you feel better, him bringing his lips down to your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. You smiled at him, locking your lips with him, hands squeezing his shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, promise.” Peter says pecking your forehead. “Now let's go make fun of Harry and that dumbass ascot.” Peter says, taking a drink out of your cup, pointing at Harry who turned already anticipating the loving ridicule.

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[lovemyromance]

“If elain rejects the bond or the bond is broken/they will feel it forever” “ if elriel gets together, their hearts will never fully belong to each other, their souls will always belong to their mates”

Y’all acting like they didn’t just have a giant war in ACOWAR and thousands of people died, including people with mates. Has Prythian been burned to the ground because of people without their mates suddenly going crazy? No. Seems fine. They seem able to control themselves.

What makes you think Lucien won’t be able to control himself if the bond is rejected? Sure it might not be ideal, but their pairing is so incompatible and I don’t know how many times SJM has to say it explicitly or show us that.

Sometimes the bond chooses poorly. It’s easier for females to ignore. It can drive the males mad. That’s ALL we know about rejecting bonds.

You’re telling me, Lucien, son of Spell-Cleaver Helion, cannot control himself enough to recover from a bond with a woman he didn’t even want in the first place?

“They’ll feel it forever” who said that?? Where? Yes there is a sense of loss, when the bond is gone… but so is normal death? What makes this so different?

Maybe it’s because I am a human person, but I don’t understand a mating bond unless that couple is in love. Then only does it make sense that the rest of their lives are haunted by a missing mate.

“It’s a biological, innate thing-“ ok. and?

The point is, we wouldn’t even be having this argument if Elucien was actually interested in each other. They are already mates, they could’ve been head over heels for each other from the moment Elain got yeeted from the cauldron. But they did not. They avoided each other, were uncomfortable around each other for the next 3 books.

Don’t you think both Elain and Lucien would prefer a life with someone they truly loved over just some insignificant tie to each other? Are you really telling me if we somehow put Jessaminda and Elain side by side, Lucien would still pick Elain because she’s “his mate” 🤡

“The mating bond is sacred” “the mating bond is above all” “the mating bond is eternal” yeah I don’t care?

Elucien is proof that a mating bond … IS NOT ENOUGH. You need LOVE to have a love story, it’s Romantasy people, wake tf up!!

I don’t want to read a story about a couple in an arranged marriage that don’t want to even be in the same room. I want to read a story about a couple in love. I’ll say it again…A mating bond means nothing without love.

But again, I thought it was obvious 🤷🏻‍♀️

#elain archeron #elriel #pro elain #elain x azriel #azriel #lucien vanserra #antielucien

[urfavlarry]

Hmm, something zestial x reader?

omg I love Zestial I need more fics of him!! Hope to see more of him in future seasons

warnings: swearing, bad grammar, most likely inaccurate old english, mentions of k1lling

genre: fluff

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Appearing in hell, you quickly rose in status and became an Overlord, collecting your fair share of souls and have a good amount of territory. You didn’t want a huge territory, not wanting to deal with so many sinners that like to cause chaos.

You were content with what you had and you liked it that way. Your territory was one of the more peaceful sides of the pentagram, the souls you owned weren’t tortured or murdered, you made deals for souls to help the sinners but you owned their souls in case they wanted to cause harm to your territory. You had a “border” with the Overlord Rosie and you got easily aquaintanced and had no issue with each other at all! You would gossip about the recent events happening in your territories and you just got along since you met and had each others back.

You were recently invited to an Overlord meeting and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You came over to Rosie a few hours back and you were a nervous wreck, coming up with every possible bad scenario in your head. “Oh come on dearie, it won’t be that bad! Plus it will be a good time to finally introduce yourself and show you deserve that Overlord title.” She says with her kind smile and boops your nose, placing a cup of tea in front of you to calm your nerves.

You nod and sip on your tea, careful not to burn your tongue. “I know Rosie but what if i embarrass myself? I’ll be a huge joke to the others.” You say and groan, your leg shaking as if a thousand bolts just shocked your leg. Rosie chuckles at your nervous state, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and looks down at you; “Don’t think too much about it okay? I’ll be there if anything happens and no one will dare try laugh at you when it’s me you’re coming with.” She smiles at you and goes to prepare herself for the meeting. You sit there and drink your tea, thinking about the stories and myths about the other Overlords you’ve heard. Yes, you were a feared Overlord as well, but you weren’t exactly feared so much that a person would rather light themself ablaze then walk anywhere near you! You look at the clock, you had about 45 minutes to get there, you stood up, having already finishing your tea and look in the mirror Rosie had in her back room. You looked presentable enough in your perspective, but was it enough for the other overlords?

You shake the negative thoughts out of your mind and head out of the shop, waiting patiently for Rosie to arrive. She ushers the rest of the people that were left inside and locks it behind her since there still were some untrustworthy people in her territory. You link your arms and walk together, chatting and gossiping about anything that came to mind. You arrive at the building where you were supposed to meet up with the other Overlords and go up an elevator, walking down a hall and walk through big doors and enter a room with a long table. There were already some Overlords there, chatting and laughing together when all of a sudden all eyes were on you.

Even though you were a nervous wreck before you managed to keep your composure and have a neutral expression on your face. You sit down next to Rosie and look at the clock, you still had about 10 minutes before the meeting starts so you chat with Rosie and another Overlord you found out was named Alastor. You found them both similar and smiled at the two interacting. “They really are good friends aren’t they?” You think to yourself and let the two chat, your eyes wandering around the room, studying the other Overlords, one specifically standing out. He had a black coat with spiderweb details on the inside of the coat,a black hat, and a spider-like “bow tie”. He had green eyes and was sipping on some tea and speaking to Carmilla Carmine, another Overlord that has been quiet friendly during your time as an overlord. One last overlord enters the room and the meeting starts, though you didn’t really pay attention to the endless blabbering even when Rosie tapped your shoulder to make you pay attention, you just couldn’t focus. You thought about the green eyed demon and wondered what time-line he was from. He spoke a bit at the start of the meeting and his english wasn’t like english most people use now, it was shakespearean english, which was more used in the 1500s. “What an interesting time.” You think to yourself and pay attention for the rest of the meeting, sneaking glances at the man.

After the meeting finally ended you were free to chat and leave whenever you liked. A girl with doll-like features left without a second thought, some overlords following behind but you, Rosie and Alastor and a few others, including the Overlord you’ve been wondering about the whole meeting; “Dear I couldn’t help but notice you looking at Zestial over there for the whole meeting! I truly wonder why?” Alastor radio voice echoed through the room and your face goes red, you hush the old Overlord and see that we’ve peaked the green eyed Overlords interest.

You glare at Alastor and calm yourself when you hear the man speak up; “I couldn’t help but notice i’ve been mention'd in thy conversation, may i joineth in on thy dram chat?” He asks, sitting down next to you and places his tea down, eyeing you closely. “What might thy name beest?” He asks and you stutter; “Oh um, my name? It’s Y/N more commonly known as (your overlord name)” He takes your hand and places a chaste kiss on the back of it and smile’s thinly. “'Tis quite a pretty name for a pretty lady such as thyself.” Rosie and Alastor share glances and smile, standing up and leaving you two alone to chat.

You smile at the Overlord next to you, blushing at his compliment. He offers you a hand and you take it. He leads you out of the building and to his territory, Zestial looks down at you and asks with a hint of curiosity im his tone; “And thou art what? A new overlord? Art thou quite aware of the challenges and expectations of thy role?” He raises a brow and leads you to coffee shop you haven’t really seen around the pentagram. People stare, some leaving instantly because they didn’t want to be in the presence of two strong Overlords. He sits down in the corner of the room and orders some tea for the both of you. “Oh I figured it would be best if I had some power so I wouldn’t get bothered as much. Yes it is quite a big responsibility but I manage, I have a smaller territory than most so it’s slightly less pressuring.” You say and smile, placing your hands in your lap, your thumb tracing the spot he kissed. He nods and puts down his tea; “I see. 'Tis a rather good situation for thee. I hope this peaceful state shall continue, but we never know if Heaven comes marching to our door. If that does come to pass, will thou be ready?”

“Oh no need to worry, I didn’t become an overlord for nothing. I am powerful myself but i’m not sure if I am powerful enough to beat the exorcists.” You say truthfully and finish drinking your tea. He nods and finishes his own tea, placing his hands on the table. “'Tis good to see thou art trying. But do not let thy guard down no matter what. Even with little territory, thou art still at risk of some danger. Be wary, okay?” You nod and smile softly at the Overlord. You were glad he was “looking out for you” even if he wasn’t he at least gave a slight warning. “Thank you Zestial, you’re too kind.” You say as you both walk out of the coffee shop and just walk around the outskirts of hell. You walk in comfortable silence when suddenly a question pops up in your head.

Zestial just observes the scenery around him, something you noticed he did often. His gaze wanders to your curious one and raises a brow; “Didst thou wish to ask me something?” Your eyes widen slightly and you look away, your face feeling hot. You stutter out a quick question; “I.. I was wondering if you know anything about the overlords before me? The ones i’ve killed?” You say and look back at him, mentally face palming and look at him hoping for a response.

“I am well aware of the previous overlords, of which thou murdered. However, 'tis not a matter that one should dwell on.” He says and stops dead in his tracks and look down at you with a darkened expression. “Their deaths were deserved. Now, why do tha wish to discuss such matters with me?” You panic slightly and stutter out a response, stumbling over your words. “Oh I was just curious. I wanted to know a bit more about them, but I won’t push the subject anymore.” You say and bow your head slightly as a sign that you’re sorry. You look back up and him and see Zestial smiling; “If 't be true their deaths haunt thy mind, thee should ingnore that and move on. Those gents were unworthy of the position of overlord, and thee were worthy enough to taketh their lodging.” He says and puts a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

“I couldn’t bethink of having a better Overlord at mine own side at this moment” He says and takes your hand, kissing it gently and dissapears into the shadows of the night, leaving you stunned and love sick in the middle of hells streets.

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[shellshocklove]

Ooh what about a pre-epilogue blurb where prince!tom takes care of y/n when she’s suffering from her period or sick or smth like that?? Idk I just thought about it and how cute he would be, ik it’s like a common theme for a blurb so like you don’t have to write it if you’re not into it, just a thought 😊

pairing/au: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of being sick (obviously lol)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: this blurb is set between chapter three and four! thank you for your request. i hope you like it, and i'm sorry this is so uninspired! i tried my best. i know i said i was open to write pre-epilogue blurbs for this series, but i've decided that this will be the last thing i write for them. the pre-epilogue blurbs need to fit with the rest of the story, and i don't want to mess it up. so i'm leaving it as is!

series masterlist / main masterlist

“Hi, my darling! Can you hear me?” Tom whispered.

His face had immediately lit up when you answered his Facetime call. He was propped up against fluffy pillows, airpods in his ears, face illuminated by the light coming from his phone. A soft but tired smile pulled at his lips.

“I can hear you!” you whispered back with a smile.

It was Christmas Eve – or more accurately Christmas Day – it was well past midnight. You hadn’t seen Tom in person since your party. The autumn semester had ended, and he’d been whisked away to the palace. Royal duties his new top priority, and he was busy. You’d felt your head spin as he’d told you his schedule for the end of December.

But even with his new, extremely busy, schedule, he’d made time for you. He’d texted you every day since you’d seen him last, and you always Facetimed before bed. A new routine for the both of you. And even when his texts were far and few between – he was always excited to talk to you at night.

And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as excited. Ever since you’d travelled back home to your family for the holidays – it was the one thing you looked forward to every day. You loved your family, of course you did, but being back again made you appreciate moving out of your childhood bedroom, a little more. They were starting to drive you crazy. But talking to Tom made you forget all about them. It was the highlight of your day.

“How was your day?” he asked you, moving a little against his pillows, getting comfortable.

It always made you smile when he asked you that. You knew your day, compared to his, had been less than eventful – but still he wanted to know. “Oh,” you sighed, “kinda boring to be honest. I feel like I’m in this trance when I’m here– like I’m not really myself­… like I’m trapped by the walls of my childhood bedroom”.

When the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so honest with him.

“I get it,” he said, a sad smile on his lips, “I feel the same way. Like you’re just walking around putting on an act all day– it’s exhausting”.

And suddenly you didn’t regret it anymore. “I’m sorry, Tom” you whispered.

“I’m sorry too, darling” he whispered back, “I’m sorry I’ve been so slow texting you– it’s been…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“It’s okay, Tom– I know you’re busy! How was your day? You’re still at Sandringham House, right?” you asked, sinking a little deeper into your pillows.

“Yeah, we’ll be here until after New Year’s” he said, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, “But it’s just a lot right now– we had that dinner I told you about today– fucking black tie– lots of guests” he sighed, “and earlier today my grandma said I had to be the one to hold the speech before the dinner. And like I wasn’t prepared for that, so then I was scrambling for something to say, and… I just made a fool of myself”.

“Nooo, Tom! I’m sure you didn’t!” you tried to comfort him the way he always comforted you, “I don’t think you’re able to make a fool of yourself– you’re way too charming for that!”.

He hid a shy smile behind a breathy laugh, “Thank you, darling!”.

“I’m only telling you the truth” you told him, making his smile even bigger and more bashful.

“Shut up!”,

“It’s true!”.

He laughed again, looking away from his phone, “You’re making me blush” he mumbled.

“Well, that’s only fair– you make me blush all the time” you told him.

“I do?” his eyes were back on you, quizzical.

“Are you serious right now?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“As a heart attack”,

You chortled, “Who even says that?”.

“Um… I do” he faked offence, making you giggle, which then made him giggle.

“Fuck, I miss you” he confessed after your giggles died down, “I wish you were here­– or I was there”.

“Me too…”, you gave him a bittersweet smile, “what would we do, you think, if we were together right now?” you asked him, ready to disappear into a fantasy where you weren’t miles apart.

“What we would do, if I were in your bed right now?” he asked with a mischievous smile pulling at his lips.

“Tom…” you warned with a laugh.

“If I were with you right now, I’d wanna… make out” he said matter-of-factly, “Why? Did you have something else in mind?” he teased.

“What! No!” you lied. Of course you wanted to do a little more than kiss, but you respected Tom when he told you he wanted to take it slow.

“You said that way too quickly” he teased, “I thought you missed me”.

“No! I do! I just–”,

He cut you off, “Relax, darling– I’m pulling your leg”.

With a pout on your lips, you narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m not sure you deserve any kisses right now” you teased.

“Love, don’t pout at me like that,” he whined, “just makes me want to kiss you even more”.

“Nah-ah!” you shook your head, pout still on your lips, “No kisses for you”.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked you, a hint of hurt in his voice.

“As a heart attack” you teased, making him let out a cackle. “The only man I’ll be kissing tonight is Mr. Harry Styles” you tilted your phone, showing him the old One Direction posters over your bed.

“What does he have that I don’t?” he wondered with a sigh, playing along.

You tilted your head to get a good look at your posters. They were old. You had a couple of group photo posters, probably taken in 2011, and then a few solo ones of each member. You’d gotten them from magazines back when you were a tween, and you’d proudly decorated your walls. Now they were just memories, displaying your old self. You’d never bothered to take them down, and after you moved out, your parents never did either. The only poster you’d brought with you was the Sex Pistols poster your dad had gotten you.

“Hm,” you let a finger graze your chin, “A mop of the softest brown curls, eyes you can drown in… and… the cutest bowtie”.

“Don’t I have all those things already?” he pondered.

You looked back at him with a smile.

“I got the curls” he put up a finger, “I will argue I have the eyes–” he put up another finger.

You cut him off, teasingly refuting with a shrug, “No cute bowtie though”.

“Let me send you a picture of my outfit today” he countered. Then the screen got blurry. Not even a second later your phone dinged with a text message from him. You tapped the notification to a picture of him in a simple black smoking with a bowtie. He looked extremely handsome, like criminally handsome.

“So?” you heard him ask, “Do I meet your standards, or not?”.

You took another look at the picture he sent you, before you clicked back to your Facetime call again. Faking a roll of your eyes, you told him, “I guess”.

“You’re looking at Prince Charming, I’d argue” he quipped.

“Ok, Mr. Humble­” you chortled, “You’ve got the prince thing right, but the charming… I don’t know” you teased.

“Um excuse me!” he faked offence, “Didn’t you say I was charming earlier?”.

“Ok, you got me there,” you giggled, “you’re my Prince Charming”.

You talked for another hour. Arguably, you talked for too long. Even if it were the holidays, it was way past your bedtimes when you finally hung up. You’d talked more about your day. He’d told you about Sandringham House, how pretty it was, and how he wanted you to come visit sometime so you could see it for yourself. Then he told you about his brothers who he said was driving him nuts. At least that’s what he told you, but you could see in his eyes when he talked about them, that he’d missed them, even if he denied it.

When you finally hung up, you promised to talk tomorrow. The last thing you heard him say was a whisper of “Merry Christmas, darling”.

Tom almost left John behind by the car, that’s how excited he was to see you. It was finally January. Christmas was over. The new year welcomed, and the old one left behind. He can’t remember if he’s ever been this happy for it to be January. January always dragged its feet, the days short but also somehow way too long. Now, he never wanted them to end. Not if he could spend them with you.

The café bell announced his arrival, behind him he could hear the low panting of John catching his breath. Tom didn’t need to search for you, he knew just where you’d sit. At you and Tom’s table in the corner. He couldn’t fight the smile from spilling when he locked eyes with you.

Finally.

With long strides he crossed the café floor. You were still wearing your winter coat, and around your neck you’d wrapped a big wool scarf. But on your lips, a toothy smile matched his own.

“Hi, darling” he greeted you with an arm open, just waiting to pull you in for a hug.

“Hi!” you sniffled, staying seated.

It was like he’d been punched in the gut. He knew he was in public. Being affectionate with anyone, let alone a woman was strictly against everything he’s been taught throughout his life. Someone could snap a photo at the wrong time, and in the next moment there was an outrageous and untrue story plastered across the front pages of Daily Mail and The Sun. But… he always hugged you hello. As chaste and as friendly the hugs could be, he always cherished the opportunity he had to touch you.

You didn’t get up from your seat.

His hand dropped like dead weight. His disappointment a sinking rock in water. Trying to shake it off he moved to sit down on the bench beside you.

“No!” you cried, hands coming up to stop him from sitting down.

He jumped up. Confusion and hurt blending together, while the sorry look you were wearing, stirred the pot.

“I’m sorry…” you started, and Tom felt his heart pick up its pace.

Were you about to break up with him? You weren’t even together, but he’d argue you were definitely dating. Maybe you’d realised after some time apart, that you actually didn’t like him that much, and that you’d only hung out with him because you had to. Now that you weren’t partners for history anymore, you didn’t need to be his friend.

Shit!

Had he come off too strong? Or maybe not strong enough? Tom liked you so much it scared him. But he knew he was complicated. He came with rules, and duty, and secrecy. He couldn’t blame you for not liking what you saw. He knew you didn’t.

“I’m just feeling a little under the weather,” you explained with a sniffle, “Can you sit over there instead? I don’t want you to get sick!”.

A breath escaped him in relief, which then turned into a chuckle. He sat down in the chair opposite you, hands resting on the table, “You know…” he smiled, “I don’t really care if I get sick”.

“But I do” you stressed. He could hear it now – in your voice – scratchy and hoarse. “You get sick because of me– and next thing I know the Royal Police are at my door arresting me for making you sick”.

His grin grew toothy, “No one’s gonna arrest you, darling”. He was about to reach out across the table, take your hand in his, but then he caught himself. He couldn’t do that.

“You sure?” you bit your lip in uncertainty. You leaned in a little closer, a quick glance at John as he stood guard. “Because I’m not so sure”.

Tom thought you were being silly, but he was enamoured by your concern, it made you look extremely cute. “Yes, I’m sure, darling! And if you were to get arrested, I’d tell them off and have them release you– they can’t say no to me” he grinned.

You gave him a meek smile, and his heart squeezed. He held your gaze for a second, and suddenly he felt himself relax. In you Tom had found shelter. A home away from the expectations everyone had about who he was supposed to be. A home away from all the rules. A home away from the pedestal he was constantly put on. You treated him with grace. Slowly, he’d started to understand that what he had with you, was sacred – but he couldn’t tell you that, not yet. He had to be sure first.

With a dry cough into your scarf, the moment was broken. He hated seeing you like this, and he hated that you’d left your house in this condition just to see him.

“Love, I’m taking you home– you should be in bed” he decided, already getting up from his seat. You started to protest, telling him you weren’t that sick, but he didn’t want to hear it.

“John has the car– we’ll drive you home”,

“Tom! I can’t make you do that” you protested again.

“You’re not making me do anything, darling! I’m offering” he held out his hand. Your eyes flicked from his gaze to his hand. You bit your lip again.

He flexed his hand, “Please”.

When Tom had told you he was taking you home, what he’d meant was: he was taking you to his home. When you’d realised you weren’t going back to your flat, you’d sunk a little deeper into the leather seat of the car.

You’d been dying to see Tom, cursing yourself for getting sick. A bug had spread from family member to family member all throughout the holidays. They’d been falling like flies, but you, you’d been unphased. As healthy as a horse. You now regretted how smug you’d been about not getting sick.

Now you felt like shit. You were shivering and sweating simultaneously. Head killing you with a pressing headache. Your scratchy throat hurt, and every time you swallowed it got worse. Waking up this morning, only one nostril was blocked, but now, you’d started having a hard time breathing through your nose. You felt like actual shit.

With an unnecessary arm around your waist, Tom helped you up the stairs to his flat. Finally at the top, he stepped towards the only door on this floor. The lock clicked, and soon he was guiding you inside with a hand at the small of your back.

You’d never seen his flat before.

The hallway opened up to an open planned living room. A big sofa was placed in the middle of the room, facing big floor-to-ceiling windows. All the walls were painted in a harsh white colour, contrasting the black metal frames of the windows overlooking a cloudy, but busy London.

Tom helped you remove your winter coat, hanging it neatly besides his own coat. A shiver travelled through your body. A prickling feeling, gnawing at your bones. You really didn’t feel well.

Leaving Tom behind by the door, you stepped inside the living room. The ceilings were tall and got even taller as you reached the back of his sofa. The ceiling curved over you, held up by strong beams connecting to a landing above your head. That’s when you realised this flat had a second floor.

“Darling?” Tom spoke softly.

You turned around at his voice, noticing him standing by the stairs with his hand reaching out for you. Quietly, you padded your way over to him, intertwining your hand in his.

He guided you up the stairs, down towards the end of a hallway where he opened the door to his room. He helped you sit at the end of his bed before he turned around to fish out some clothes for you from his closet.

“Do you need help changing, or do you want me to turn around?” Tom asked as he put down a pair of dark plaid pyjama pants and a soft looking lilac hoodie on the bed next to you.

“I don’t think I need help, but you don’t have to turn around” you said, already shedding your knitted sweater. Goosebumps prickled your naked skin, sending a feverish ache throughout your body.

“Okay,” he said with a soft smile. “I’ll go make you some tea, ok? Want you to be changed and under the covers when I get back” he winked.

“You barking orders now? Using your prince privilege?” you teased, slipping his hoodie over your head.

He chortled, “Yes, and you can’t disobey me– that’s treason!” he joked.

“Damnit!” you cursed, letting your head fall.

Cupping your cheeks, he tilted your head upwards. He smiled down at you, eyes crinkling with eyelashes kissing in the corners. Shit! He was so handsome. A beat passed before he bent down, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fell shut at the action.

“You’re hot, love” he said when he pulled away, thumbs haphazardly rubbing your skin.

“Thanks” you whispered, which made him laugh.

“I meant you’re hot, literally,” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead, “you’re burning up”.

“Oh!” you opened your eyes.

He chuckled again before he leaned down to place another kiss to your forehead, “I think you have a fever– maybe we should take your temperature?”.

“I don’t think we’re there yet,” you said with a scrunch of your nose.

His eyebrows met in a furrow, “What do you mean?”.

“I’m not letting you stick anything up my ass!”.

A deep belly laugh erupted from Tom, “Love,” he tried, “I’ve got one of those fancy ones with the laser you point on your forehead”.

“Oh!” you sniffled.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “now get under the covers!”.

You did as you were told, slipping under his duvet, and waited for him to come back with your tea. When he came back, he was balancing a steaming cup in one hand, and a bowl in the other. You scooted a little closer to the middle of the bed, making room for him to sit at the edge. He placed the cup down on his bedside table before he moved an old glass of water and his phone charger out of the way, and carefully sat down the bowl.

“Ok!” he announced, “Ginger tea for you, my love, with some honey and lemon in it,” he pointed to the cup, “I also put paracetamol in it to help with your fever– my friend Kat taught me that!” he smiled, “And here’s some chicken soup” he picked up the bowl.

You sat up a little against his pillows as he handed you the bowl of soup. “How did you make that so fast? You were gone for like five minutes”.

“I asked John to order you some when we got back here” he smiled.

Your gaze dropped to the steaming soup in your hands. You felt bad. It wasn’t John’s job to drive you home or get you soup – his job was to keep Tom safe.

“Tom…” you sighed, circling the soup with your spoon, “You didn’t need to do all this for me!”.

“I know I don’t need to, darling– I do it because I want to! It’s awful being sick without anyone taking care of you, I don’t want you to be alone” he found your leg under the duvet, thumb rubbing soft circles into the doughy flesh of your thigh. “Now eat your soup!” he ordered.

“You and all your orders!” you teased, tasting the soup.

He sat with you as you ate your soup. He did most of the talking, handing you the cup of tea so you could take a sip every once in a while. When you’d finished your soup, he asked you if you wanted more, but you just shook your head. He handed you your tea again before he walked back downstairs with your empty bowl. You’d scooted back down under the covers again when he reappeared in the doorway.

“How are you feeling?” he asked you, sitting back down at the edge of his bed.

“Honestly?” you sighed, “Pretty awful!”.

“Poor baby” he cupped your cheek, thumbing your skin. Then his face lit up, “Turn around” he told you.

With furrowed brows you turned around. Behind you, you felt the bed dip as Tom got under the covers with you. Swinging an arm around your middle, he pulled you towards his chest.

“Tom!” you tried to turn around, “You’ll get sick!”.

He held you in place; his nose brushing against the back of your neck as he got comfortable behind you.

“I really don’t care, my love” he said, placing soft kisses to your neck.

You melted in his hold. Savoured the closeness you’d longed for since your party. You’d missed him. Missed him a lot. You wanted him to hold you. To take care of you. If he didn’t care if he got sick, then you didn’t care either.

You turned your head to look at him. Your prince.

“Okay…” you said softly, “Thank you for taking care of me, Tom!”.

“No need to thank me, my darling!” he said before he leaned forward and brushed his lips over yours.

His kiss was soft and tender and everything you needed.

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[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1014

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN2: Sorry it's been so long. Feel free to kick my butt ❤

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Ten

The vibration of the plane reverberated throughout her head. They say a long flight was good for thinking and although their time in the sky wasn’t the longest, she had ever spent up here. It had given her too much time to think.

 

In times like these Gabby liked to keep busy. Insanely busy. Too busy to think about the pain and the grief and the why. Too busy to blame herself for everything but instead she was stuck in a giant tin can with a body lying next to her.

 

She would have done it. She would have taken him out but in the moment when Gunner was in front of her. All she could think about was Sebastian and how he would beg her not too. It wasn’t a lack of commitment, and it certainly wasn’t a lack of hatred.

 

When it came to hatred and anger, people were either fire or ice. It was either over extremely fast or agonizingly slow.

 

Gabby was ice.

 

If she could have her time over. She would have taken everything from him, including his clothes and left him to the jungle and all the dangers that lived there.

 

Maybe that was the reason she froze.

 

She still hadn’t cried, and she didn’t feel like she was going too. She had too much to do. Although her To-Do list was long, she had wished the flight to Canada was longer. There was something about being still that felt right in the moment.

 

When they got to the cabin and fished the money over the boarder. Gabby wanted to crawl up in a ball and crawl under the covers. She wasn’t going to move for a fortnight. She called it exhaustion because she refused to call in grief

 

She wasn’t ready for that yet.

 

She reached over and held Will’s leg before leaning in closer to him

“Do we need to find transport when we landed?”

“Should be three vans waiting for us. Don’t worry”

“Still have to figure out how to get it over the boarder without too much attention”.

“Disguises” he joked

“Glasses and fake moustache?”

“Mullet wigs”

“Listen, if anyone is wearing ‘The Tina Tuner’ it’s me”

“I was thinking the ‘Jon Bon Jovi’ myself”

“Nice choice”

“Gabs, if you wanted to leave the rest to us. No one won’t think anything of it. You’ve done enough”.

“You trying to get rid of me, William?”

“Taking care of you”

“I’m with you guys till the job is done or until the wheels fall off”  she smiled sadly “I’m stronger then I look”

“No doubt about it”

He watched her think for a few seconds. Watching the clogs spinning before squeezed his leg

“I’ve changed my mind”

“Oh yeah?”

“I don’t want the ‘Tina Turner’. I want the ‘Jem’”

“Reeeealllyyy”

“I really wanted those pink pumps when I was a kid”

“We’ll just need to find a pink ‘Tina Turner’. Easy fixed”

“Who’s ‘Jem’?”

They both turned and stared a Benny shocked. He wasn’t that much younger than them but Gabby felt older in a split second

“Truly outrageous” Will shook his head before Gabby’s’ laughter flooded the plane, even over the noise of landing.

 

#

 

It wasn’t like they had forgotten about the dead body bleeding out in the cargo area. Gunner had been right there the whole time but with the money was gone and nothing was left but his body on the floor.

 He was kinda hard to ignore

“Wish I had something to tie him to Rojas or at least something drug related”

“I’m sure there some drug residue somewhere on this thing” Pope told her magically appearing beside her “Who knows where Gunner got this thing from. Plus he’ll be on some watch list now the cops are after him”

“Just would be nice to tie this thing up in a big bow that’s all and get the heat off you”

“We’re almost there”

 “Baby?” Frankie questioned walking into the back of the plane “Was this you?”

“Was what, me?”

He handed her a leather organizer jam packed with papers. She stared at it confused as she went through it all. It was invoices and hand written budgets. Contracts, bank statements and job advertisements for chefs and wait staff.

“Is that a blueprint?” Pope asked gently taking it from the stack

“Seb made us a paper trail incase we get into trouble”

“He was always thorough” Frankie said quietly

She zipped the organizer up “Who’s in the first van?”

“We are” Frankie smiled at her “You’re the only one who knows the address”

“Head to the Saint Louis Moonstone Ski resort in Ontario and I’ll lead you the rest of the way”

Pope walked off the plane first leaving Frankie and Gabby alone. She didn’t realize but she hugged the organizer as she stared down at Gunner.

She had seen dead bodies before but it was the first time she had wanted to kick a dead body. She wanted to kick the crap out of it, she didn’t know why. Gunner was well beyond feeling anything. Maybe the kicking was for her benefit.

The heavy feeling on her chest, the one she had since talking in broken Spanish to the police. The weight she had felt, it was only getting heavier.

“I should have never gotten you involved” Frankie told her softly “This would have never have happened”

“Frankie” she chuckled sadly “You should have never stolen a plane and flown it over the Congo but you did. Life is full of should haves, would haves and could haves. It’s the ones you choice to focus on that matter”

“Gab”

“Losing Seb. It sucks” she laughed again because the words were too small for what she was feeling, it was comical “I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t go when you needed me. If I lost you. If Rojas finds you. THAT. I would not survive”

“I love you too”

“I’m driving”

“Yes, dear” he laughed

He followed her off the plane and they both never looked back

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #ben miller #pedro pascal #charlie hunnam #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund

[lucaaazd]

Snippet of a (not so) little Aruani story I’ve been working on. I love it so much and it’s helped me through some real trying times. Don’t have an ao3 account yet so thought I’d share a chapter on here :)

Premise: A decade after the Rumbling, Armin and Mikasa share a rare moment away from their families in the shade of their childhood tree. Armin opens up about his struggles to connect with one of his children, which leads him down a path of remembrance and reflection.

Ships: primarily Aruani, but a lottttt of other ships get a cameo as well. Eremika, Jeankasa, Jeanpiku, Mikannie, Reijean & more !

TW: (just in this chapter) mentions of abuse

Canon-compliant 💚

“

Life happens.

Annie told him not to worry. She told him how years of physical and emotional abuse, compounded by the multitude of medical experiments Marley conducted on her had likely rendered her infertile.

Looking back, Armin realized he wanted to believe her more than he really did. Why risk it? It’s not like him. He’d read books about the human body and its resilient, unpredictable nature, especially when it comes to the uterus. He remembered flipping through some vividly illustrated pages fervorously at the ripe age of twelve when the librarian with the broken nose caught him, threatening to tie him up for the bit of inappropriate reading he’s doing. The town of Liana, an idle green village tucked away in the thickets of elms and cedars native to Northwestern Wall Rose, wasn’t exactly sizable. Armin often sought shelter in the only library in an hour’s horse ride, which was affiliated with the prestigious Askatu Institute of Science and Liberal Arts. He might have even gone to college if not for what happened to their hometown. Gran was already gone. No one cared if he read a couple books he’s too young for.

Still, ten years later, he’d let Annie lead him into those dark, unused train cars at the wee hours of dawn, words like fallopian tubes and ovulation burnt into his retina. How lame. Was he supposed to be thinking of those when the hand around his was soft and warm and he could feel the urgency in the way it squeezed and tugged him?

Armin's one of those boys who didn’t hit that growth spurt till about 15, with tiny prepubescent shoulders and a squeaky voice that stayed that way when everyone else was going through changes. Annie on the other hand - pretty much everyone had found themselves stealing glances at her at one point or another when they were kids, including Armin. There’s things he’d never even told Mikasa or Eren, including the time when he took it one step too far.

It was way before they became soldiers. He was eleven. He didn’t even know her name. All he knew was that she was an orphan with no one looking out for her. He just wanted to make sure she’s okay.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Him and Annie had reached the unspoken agreement of feigned forgetfulness regarding their encounters, if you could even call them that, back in those days.

One of the first nights after their enlistment, some dude made a tipsy remark along the lines of: “What’s her name again? Elaine? Right, Annie. Annie’s just cool man. There’s just something cool about her.” There was always a lot going on in the mess hall due to certain recruits still getting the hang of respectful communal living, but that comment in particular stood out against the rest. In all the wolf whistles, laughter and murmurs of agreement that ensued, Armin kept his mouth shut. He was kinda hoping they were talking about some other Annie. Come to think of it, he’s not even sure her name was Annie. It definitely wasn’t Elaine. She’d talked maybe twice since their first day and when she did, she was quiet like a mouse.

He couldn’t even remember that dude’s name or face now. He had a feeling he never figured out what exactly was cool about Annie. Probably squashed under her foot like a fly in Stohess. Soldiers from all three factions, including a lot of their fellow cadets, perished that day.

Still, a good number of well-intentioned admirers refused to believe Annie was a cold-blooded mass murderer long after her cover was blown. The rest harbored a justifiable burning hatred towards her based on the conclusion that she’s an insane, sadistic psycho bitch who deserved to get cut up slowly.

Armin knew for a fact that Annie herself leaned towards the second theory, no matter how much she tried to make it seem otherwise. He knew that since the day he watched her hungrily from his hiding spot behind a willow tree as a child, wonder decaying into horror when he realized what she was doing. He knew when she broke down into a manic fit of laughter at the mouth of the underground passageway he had hoped to lure her into. His initial trepidation bubbled into anger, then disgust, then a burning desire to see her bonded and gagged and find out exactly what lay behind those hollow, listless pupils. Her story, one he pieced together with what little could be extracted from her obstinate silence, was punctuated with way too many contradictions for one cohesive meaning to be teased out.

The art of deceiving was not a specialty of hers, hence the muteness. In that way and many other ways, she’s not at all like Reiner or Bertolt, who spewed out lie after lie with all the ingredients of a good story, combining fair quantities of truth and well-phrased speculation with a sprinkling of theatrical alterations to stir the flavors. It took Armin hours of studying Annie’s unresponsive form in the crystal, opening up time and unrolling it to its full length so that he could single out a quiet scoff, the clenching of a fist, replaying the moment frame by frame for signs of mental fissure or psychosomaticism. He kept descending the stairs to the basement where she was held captive, long after spectators’ footsteps grew farther and fewer in between and eventually diminished to the echo of one lone pair of boots, his own.

.”

This chapter is very stream of consciousness but I promise it’s not all gonna be like this 😭 anyways, if u made it this far, cheers and have a good day 💚

Luca 💚

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart

[talesfromaurea]

Tales from Aurea - Session 0 Now Posted!

Hello everyone! I'm happy to say that the first chapter (Session 0 - Visions of Fire and Ice) of Tales from Aurea is now up on Royal Road 🎉

You can read the full chapter at this link here. Under the cut is a preview of the first section. Enjoy!

Taglist (ask to be +/-): @drippingmoon, @kainablue, @splashinkling, @space-writes

Curious what this story is about? Check out the WIP Introduction here

Sakrattars hunched forward, chin in his hands, and watched the sun disappear beneath the rooftops of Barsicum. It was a boring end to a disappointing day. He pulled the string of his purse closed and tucked it into an inner pocket of his robes, noting its lack of weight with a miserable sigh. With the help of a plain walking stick, he hauled himself to his feet with a crack and a groan.

The woman who owned the nearby dye shop had begun her evening sweeping. Sakrattars felt her eyes on him and recognized the increasing vigor with which she swept the dust of the day off her patio. She was itching to say something rude to him. He tried gathering his things faster but it was no use. It would begin in three more sweeps, two sweeps, one—

“Why’re you always outside my shop?” she finally said with a huff. “Go sit outside Joseph’s place for a change. Better yet, why don’t you go to the Temple of Nargo? Help you find an honest job instead of whatever charlatanry you’ve got going on here.”

Sakrattars had heard it all countless times before. “Sorry ma’am,” he said impassively.

“You make my respectable business look bad!” she complained further. “Drives away the customers! Stop folding that rag of yours and look at me when I speak to you. Aegis in Arcadia, lend me your strength . . . Hey, get back here!” But Sakrattars was already turning into the darkness of the nearest alley. He was eager to be home and knew he would be treated to the rest of her grievances in the morning.

Navigating the narrow stone path between the tall plaster and brick buildings, Sakrattars pulled off a gray wig, releasing a cascade of short black hair that betrayed his youth. He rubbed his ears and winced—the wig concealed their long, pointy tips well enough but not without some pinching. Distracted by the pain, he didn’t see the elderly woman pulling laundry off the line in front of him.

“Watch where you’re going, why don’t ya?” she cried out as Sakrattars crashed into her.

“Apologies.” Sakrattars bowed sheepishly, rebundling his blanket and checking to make sure his purse, pitiful as it was, was still secure in his pocket.

The woman eyed him dubiously—a young elf dressed in tatters and smudged with grime, holding a wig and an old man’s cane. “What are you, some kind of actor?” she asked contemptuously.

Sakrattars scoffed and continued on. Were the moons in shadow tonight? The Abyss’s proximity would certainly account for the foul mood everyone seemed to be suffering from. Wiping his face off as he walked, he was careful to avoid slick puddles of dubious origin and the occasional stray dog nosing through refuse. The only thing that could make his evening worse would be taking a tumble into something unsavory.

He was thankful when he reached the end of the alley without further incident. Pausing to tie his hair back into a messy ponytail, he took a quick look around the corner. There was a group of workers heading home, laughing at some shared joke, and a street cleaner scooping horse manure into a cart, but nobody who might recognize him. The way clear, he scurried across the road to his apartment building.

The landlord was in his usual spot: snoring under an open window in the foyer with an empty bottle by his side. Sakrattars wrinkled his nose as he passed by to get to the stairs. The walls were stained and waxy and the sconces burned out. Fortunately, Sakrattars could see quite well in dim light. 

He disarmed the locking spell on the door to his unit, too relieved to finally be home to notice the rat that scampered into a hole in the baseboards. Collapsing back onto the bed with a heavy exhale, he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes tracing the familiar patterns of greasy soot. His room was simply furnished: there was a desk and a chair, a shelf of neatly arranged books and spell components, and a small fireplace. It was the beginning of summer so there was no need for a fire. Quite the opposite, in fact. The air was already stuffy and oppressive. 

Sakrattars stripped off his robes in favor of a light shirt and trousers and threw open his only window. He didn’t know why he bothered, the window was nearly flush with the neighbor’s wall, but maybe that day would be the one where the wind blew at just the right angle to make it inside.

It was then that Sakrattars noticed a letter on the floor. His heart clenched as he recognized the thin paper and delicate wax seal. Tearing it open, he was greeted by the flowing, cursive Elvish that his sister was so fond of.

Sakrattars,

Please consider giving up this foolish pursuit of yours. I know Father would welcome you back if you apologized to him and agreed to study a subject more fitting of an elf lord like yourself. Think of how he must feel: his son gifted in magic and choosing to study divination? Divination is utterly devoid of culture, lacking in any foundation, and associated with scammers and thieves—how could you possibly be interested in such a thing? 

If you agree to switch, Father might even be able to get you in at the Academia Arcana in Aurea. I can certainly mention the idea to him (casually of course) if you wish. You know how he tends to listen to me.

It has been years and we haven’t heard from you. I know everyone here shares my sentiment when I say that we want you to come home. 

Sakrattars snorted skeptically. He continued:

Please write me back. Your behavior is an embarrassment to the family.

Your loving sister,

Mira

Sakrattars had barely finished reading when he crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the ashy fireplace. How did she even find out where he lived? The school must have told her. He made a mental note to speak to an administrator the next time he was in.

He opened a cage on the desk and took out a fat toad with bulging yellow eyes. “So how was your day, Bartholomew?” he asked. The toad blinked in response, his eyelids slightly out of sync. “Not too eventful, I suppose.” Sakrattars laid down on the bed, absently stroking Bartholomew’s warty skin as his thoughts took him down the long road south, towards home.

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The next morning, Sakrattars watched the crowds pass by without truly seeing them. Maybe his sister was right, in a way. He had been attending the University for a decade now and didn’t have much to show for it. A majority of his time was spent making enough coin to scrape by and not on his studies. But since when did his hardships ever matter to his family? He let out a frustrated groan and a passerby started, clutching her purse nervously as she hurried along.

“Pardon, old sir.”

Forgetting that he was currently dressed as an old man, Sakrattars ignored the deep voice at first. A throat cleared, then a large hand waved slowly in his line of sight.

“Old sir?”

This time, Sakrattars looked up to the giant form of a natiuhan. He used to see them on a regular basis in his hometown of Arvisian Bay but they were a far less common sight this far into the Empire. “Yes, ma’am?” he croaked in his false voice, mildly irritated at being distracted from his brooding. “Can I interest you in your future?”

The natiuhan fished through the purse on her belt. “Not mine,” she said. Waiting for an elaboration, Sakrattars noticed that other shoppers in the area were beginning to stare. As well as being an unusual visitor in Barsicum, this natiuhan in particular cut quite an impressive figure. She was tall and burly, with dark tiger stripes tattooed across her tawny skin and a wild mass of dark red curls swooped to one side. The gold jewelry adorning her body chimed softly with every movement. She either didn’t notice all the attention she was drawing or didn’t care.

The natiuhan finally threw some coins into Sakrattars’ sack. “Not my future. Hers.” She gestured to a young girl peeking timidly out from behind her back. Sakrattars hadn’t even noticed the girl at first. She was dressed in a long cloak that looked to be little more than a tattered wool blanket, the hood drawn up far over her head. He couldn’t be sure since her features were so well-hidden but, based on her diminutive size, she didn’t appear to be a natiuhan herself. Natiuhans were known for being a secretive bunch and, despite living and working among other peoples, they tended to stick with their own and it was rare to see one alone. But it wasn’t this fact that made Sakrattars think that there must be something odd about the pair before him. No, there was something more intangible to it. Something he might one day describe as “fate”.

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Keep Your Eyes On Me - Bucky Barnes

Summary: taking part in @the-slumberparty 's warm up of one word drabbles, my word was 'medusa' so this is what I came up with I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Archeologist!Bucky x Female!Reader (AU)

Warnings: None, black market auctions, mild violence (nothing gruesome), mythology rewriting using creative liberty lol, knives mentioned.

Word Count: 905 (yeah even i don't believe i could stop myself here)

Main Masterlist || AO3

A series of grunts echo around the silent temple. Blue eyes follow the dust bellowing upwards from the stone tomb. Bucky huffs, pushing the stone again. A small gap finally created. 

Sweat pools on his brow, grabbing the flashlight to peer into the tomb. Empty. Yet again. 

“Fuck.” He looks around, there must be something salvageable, something to get him out of the tricky situation. The flashlight gleams over something on the north wall. 

Bucky scrambles towards it, laughter found in the relief of spotting the gem. The light tucked between his teeth, carefully he uses his tools to dislodge the opalescent stone. 

It tips forward into his palm. Raising it up he observes it, this would do, a fabricated story of the lost jewel of a goddess’ crown or necklace. The money of collectors and snobs would come rolling in, he tosses the stone up and down, weighing it in his palm. 

Oh this definitely would work in his favour. 

The winning bid makes Bucky and the man waiting for his money very happy. He gets to keep a handsome portion. Lay off the jobs for a while. 

He goes to the nearest bar to celebrate, tie loosened and a hefty number of digits in his account. 

“Barnes.” Marc Spector greets, clad in a clean cut suit. 

“Spector.” Bucky places his glass of whiskey down on the bar table, “Back from the Middle East?” 

“Oh I’m in and out you know this, there is someone asking for you however. A job if you will.” Marc looks to the side then back at Bucky. 

“I’m not looking for a job.” He lifts the glass to his lips again. 

“Yes but this employer is looking for you.” Marc gestures to the private rooms with a nod of his head. 

Bucky regards Marc’s dark eyes, he had immense respect for the man. They had worked alongside on projects together. There was a certain level of trust the two shared. 

“Alright, I’ll bite.” Drowning the rest of the burning liquid, Bucky licks his lips following Marc to the private rooms. 

The mercenary knocks on the door. Bucky tucks his hands into his pockets though his gloves are on he prefers to keep them tucked away. 

Marc opens the door, “You’re on your own.” He mutters, the archeologist nods, slipping past the threshold. The door closes behind him. 

The dim lights and couches are empty. Bucky’s lips quirk in the slightest. Turning to the left he blocks the hand that encircles the knife. 

Twisting and gaining control of it, he moves back. Defending himself against the hits. 

Landing a few of his own, the bottle green dress twirls around you as you move around him. 

A very deadly goddess. He thinks, he hears your amused laugh. 

When his gaze meets your eyes, he stops moving. Every cell in his body froze into place. 

“Hmm, I do wish we could have played longer, Mr. Barnes.” You tut, hips sashaying as you walk back to the couch, knife twirling between your fingers before you tuck it into the holster on your thigh. 

His eyes are free tracking your movements. 

What have you done to him? 

Was there a drug in his drink?

How is he still upright?

You sigh, sounding bored. 

“I do love the theory you came up with for the stone at tonight’s auction.” You sip a very fruity drink, “Hmm at least the alcohol concoctions have improved over the years.” 

Years?

“Now, a goddess’ favourite gem, hidden away in her temple, away from prying hands. But her utmost devout servant stole it from her, because he thought she didn’t love him back.” You list the made up theory verbatim. 

Slowly Bucky feels his fingers beginning to move, you smile at him. 

“Now, the reason I asked for you is, I want the gemstone. I don’t care how you do it, I don’t care what the costs are, you will return that item to me.” You watch as he swallows, testing his throat control. 

“Why do you want a stolen relic?” He rasps, soon he feels ropes wrap around his limbs, tightening and pulling him down to his knees dragging him across the floor. When he feels the texture on his skin he realises its scales. 

Widened eyes meet yours yet again, you only smile before standing and cupping his jaw. Your nails softly dig into his cheeks. 

You turn his head side to side observing him. 

“It would be a shame to curse you.” You coo at him. Your free hand stroking his cheek. 

“Is there only one way to curse me?” He challenges, your nails dig in a little more. His eyes darken. 

You chuckle, “Your conning skills won’t work on me.” 

He breathes deeply, keeping his gaze locked with your own. 

“You stole from me, Mr. Barnes. When you entered my temple. Tried and then opened my tomb, then decided, ‘Oh, a pretty stone is the way to go’.” You tilt your head as you watch the thoughts in his mind connect, intertwining the loose ends. 

“Medusa.” He whispers, sure of himself. 

“The one and only.” You smile, Bucky’s lips part in the slightest as you lean in closer, “So tell me, are you going to bring my little gemstone back, my little artefact thief?” 

Bucky licks his bottom lip, then his teeth softly dig into the flesh, “It would be foolish to deny a goddess.” 

-x-x-x-

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[itsstrange]

Karl Urban/reader story

Best friends for about 10 years. He is off doing a movie when she gets an invite for a function (you decide what). Calls him to see if he would be available to be her plus one. He say maybe but unsure.

He shows up late and helps with an ex who is harassing her (you decide how)

Fluff and ditching a little after to go hang out at home

A/N: I know you requested other ones before this one but I just had to publish this one first since I pictured this request all too clearly and was very excited about this one tbh, so hope u don’t mind this one being published first, your previous request(s) will soon be published love!! Hope You Enjoyed this one! 💚✨

To 10 Years and More

Fandom: The Boys

Relationship: Karl Urban x Reader

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: (No) Fluff, Slight Mention of Harassment, Mention of Alcohol, Comforting, Confessions, Kissing, Karl being an Absolute Gentleman, Friends to Lovers.

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Together with their parents,

Rubie Jardin and Tomas Lockwood.

Joyfully invite you to celebrate their Wedding!

November 16, 2022

At 5:00 PM

The Colonel Ballrooms, 7577 Jacobs Ave.

See You There!

It read on the invitation that was currently in your hands, which you have been staring at for the past 10 to 20 minutes. Still can’t believe she’s doing it. You tell yourself as you continue to stare at the invitation. You weren’t gonna lie, the invitation was rather beautiful, its color was matte black with golden leaves as a frame, something that definitely screamed Rubie. She was obsessed with those two colors, you also wouldn’t doubt it if her dress turns out to be the same color, yet you wouldn’t worry too much about criticism she’d receive from the guest, that woman can rock anything and everything.

She did win Prom Queen after all.

Another disbelief, yet happy, scoff leaves your lips as you continue to stare at the invitation, still not quite believing it. It became realistic at the bachelorette party, but now, just a few days away, it all just seems like a dream. Never in a million years did you think, Rubie Jardin, your high school bestie, your rebel half, your partner in crime would ever get married, but here you are, staring down at the invitation to her very own wedding that would happen in a couple of days. You never really thought she’d settle down, she never picked you as the type to tie the knot with someone, but boy were you proved wrong. And you were glad you were. She deserved someone who would cherish her, love her for who she is, care for her in any way, and you knew Tomas was the perfect man for the job. He had found her queen and she had found her king, and you wished them both a happily ever after.

Only thing you weren’t happy about is actually attending the wedding, alone that is. Even if it said at the bottom of the invite ‘plus one’ you still didn’t have anyone to take, your mom was off the list, she was off on vacation with your father, Anniversary, your siblings were also off on vacation or out of town with their own family and you just didn’t really have anyone else you’d like to accompany you to the event. Your co-workers were a no go, you didn’t really have that close connection with them, yet, and the rest of your actual friends were already taking a date with them, and the thought of hitching a ride with them just didn’t sit well with you. Even if they didn’t mind the third company, you sure did, you felt a burden, so that was also a no.

Only person you can think of who would absolutely love to be your date uh.. plus one, would be the one person who is constantly working and constantly traveling for work. The thought of even texting him or calling him just seemed pointless, you knew he was busy, probably won’t event answer the call from how busy he is, but in all honesty you wondered if he’d actually answer your call since you hardly ring him up during work days. Also, you were curious to know what would be his reaction, Rubie along with multiple friends have mentioned how different he acts whenever you’re around. He doesn’t, they’re crazy. You mentally remind yourself but don’t realize how your fingers are already scrolling through your contacts until you’re tapping on his name.

This is pointless. Why am I even calling him he’s busy and across the country.

Yet you still put your phone on speaker before placing it on the island, waiting patiently as the line starts ringing throughout the kitchen. Your hands leaning against the table, fingers lightly—nervously— tapping against the marble counter while your eyes are casted down on the screen. After the fifth ring you thought about hanging up and sending him a mess to give you a call back whenever he can, but before you can hover your finger on the screen, a voice is being heard on the other end.

‘Urban industries,’ You stayed quiet at the familiar but non-familiar voice, then a smile tugs on your lips when you recognize it,

“Hey Jensen,”

‘Gotta tell you, you just brightened my night even more,’ He states over the phone, smirk visible in his tone,

You chuckle, “That so?”

He hums then continues, ‘You proved me wrong,’

“How exactly?”

‘Well, I always wondered who he loved the most. Me or his so-called best friend, but now that I’ve seen how he has you as his contacts I believe I won,’

“You think so?” You snark back, wide smile on your face,

‘Oh I know so. I’ve got hearts by my name,’ You can visibly picture a large, cheeky smile on the mans face, earning a heartfelt chuckle to slip from your mouth,

“You’re an idiot,” You comment with a shake of your head, earning a deep chuckle from the man as well, “Where’s the Kiwi at? Would love to have a serious conversation about our friendship,” Relationship.

‘He’s somewhere around here— ah, there he is, gimme a sec,’ You hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, then wind blowing in the background and then voices before you hear Jensen talking to another person, seconds pass before finally hearing his voice coming through the speaker,

‘’Ello?’ His Kiwi accent slips, invading your eardrums beautifully, easily making your heart flutter in your chest,

“Replacing me I see,” You playfully say, smile turning into a smirk when his soft chuckle is heard through the phone,

‘I could never,’ Karl replies

“I don’t know, he seems very certain that he’s won you from me,” The same smirk is still on your lips as you grab your phone to maneuver yourself around the island,

Karl chuckles once again, causing your heart to flutter once again, ‘We’re in it together. Till the very end, remember?’

Your smirk switches back to a large smile, one that has your cheeks burning up, both from pure happiness and absolute love. If only he knew how you actually took those words. If only he knew how you actually felt about him, then you wouldn’t be riding with so much hidden feelings, but you did, for so many reasons. Reasons to prevent heartbreak and pain. However, you’ve been dealing with said pain, every time you were near him, the urge to just let him know everything you were feeling, the urge to just kiss him stupidly until those feelings have been satisfied have been growing nonstop. But you held a firm grip onto those feelings to prevent them from ever spilling out because you just didn’t want to ruin things, didn’t need more pain nor a reminder about the time your best friend didn’t feel the same way about you.

So, you kept them hidden, and we’re going to keep them hidden until one day you were brave enough to share them with him.

It was back in 2012, it was the first day of work as the makeup artist on the set of Star Trek. You were having a conversation with another co-worker, sharing your guys’ excitement when the door to your trailer opens up, revealing Chris Pine with his piercing blues and right behind him was the one and only Karl Urban. If somebody would have told you it only took weeks to grow close with him you would have believed them, but if another person would have told you it only took a month to fall for him, and two years to admit it, you would have said that’s crazy. But it was the absolute truth.

You fell for him. Hard. But you knew it wasn’t right, he’s a successful actor and you were just.. a regular woman trying to survive the American Dream. You two would never correlate, he was always working, traveling, it has actually surprised you so many times how your friendship remained strong for these many years. Normally you never kept contact with actors you’ve worked with, but for some reason, Karl decided to stay in your life. Till the very end.

A question you’ve always asked yourself was, How the fuck are you still hiding it from him? And the answer you’ve always given was fear. That’s how you kept it from him, because you were scared of him, scared of what he might say, scared of what he might do, scared of losing him, that’s why you never slipped, and will not slip. It was too much of a risk, you love him too much to lose him.

Wait.. love?

‘So what’s up?’ Karl says, breaking you out of your own ranting thoughts,

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” You tell him with a apologetic tone,

‘Nah all good love, we’re just finishing up this scene before calling it a night,’ He reassures you, cheeks burning up at the nickname,

You look at the time on your phone, realizing it was barely 11:30 pm at night, meaning it was barely 1:30 on his end. Normally he’d get off from work at three in the morning, but if the director loves them enough he’d let them off until four in the morning, so it seemed to you odd he was clocking off work much earlier. Especially on a Monday night.

“You boys sleeping on the job?” You ask reaching into your fridge to grab a bottle of water,

Karl chuckles once again, then sniffs, ‘That’s all Jensen, poor lad is on his tenth coffee cup,’ He jokes then adds, ‘The temperature keeps dropping over here, and filming in an abandoned warehouse ain’t helping, nearly freezing my tits off, plus there’s a snowstorm coming in a matter of hours,’

You scoff in disbelief, feeling sympathy for him and the rest of the crew for having to work in the most brutal weather conditions in Chicago, where you on the other hand were cozy and warm in your apartment.

“Sounds like fun,” You sarcastically say as you make your way towards your couch,

‘Oh it’s thrilling,’ Karl responds back with the same sarcasm, but continues with, ‘How bout you? You alright love?’

Damn him and his fucking nicknames, you’re lucky he can’t see the way your face is fucking flushed.

“Oh I’m heating like a furnace over here,” Literally. “And I’ve got Harry Potter throwing spells at me,”

Karl groans into the phone, and lordy did that do something to you, immediately sending your mind into sinful thoughts. ‘What I would give to be in your position,’

You giggle as you stare at the screen, watching but not quite paying attention to the film, you didn’t need to, you’ve about watched that film more than you can count. Can visibly picture and say each line and scene with your eyes close as if it were the back of your hand.

“Maybe if you flirt with Richard he’ll let you go right now,” You smirk, knowing he too shared the same look,

‘I just might,’ He says with a short chuckle before adding once again, ‘Now what’s on your mind?’

He really did know you. Probably knows you better than you do. You’ve been avoiding the question since he spoke on the phone, but he picked on it much quicker than you thought.

You scoff with a shake of your head, dropping your phone on your chest, “I’m not even sure I should tell you,”

‘How come?’ Confusion and curiosity can be heard in his voice,

You stay quiet for a couple seconds, teeth biting your bottom lip from the nerves, “Because it’s pointless,”

‘Don’t be daft (Y/n). Obviously it’s not pointless if it’s got you calling me during work hours,’

“It is because I already know the answer to the question,”

‘Spill it,’ He simply says, firmness itched in his voice,

God you really hated him.

With a loud sigh you let your head lean back against the couch, you did call him, now you’ve gotta ask him.

‘(Y/n)’ Karl says your name with a slight warning to get you to talk,

Another sigh leaves your mouth again but the words fall freely from lips, “Okay. Remember Rubie?”

‘Of course,’

“Well she’s getting married in a couple of days..On Friday actually and—,”

‘Married?’ Karl questions with absolute confusion,

“Uhm.. yeah. Married,” Does he not know? He has to know I told him. He was there when she broke the news.. right?

‘With that one Tomas bloke?’ He asks again, Does he really not know?

You scoff with a soft chuckle, “Yeah him.. Don’t you remember Rubie spilling the beans that one Saturday night?”

He stays quiet for a couple seconds on the other end, making some noises with his tongue before finally remembering with a loud, excited, ‘Oh Yeah! Sorry love, been absolute crazy over here,’

The way he constantly forgets things brings a soft giggle out of you. Normally you’d think he’d be great with memorizing things considering his line of work, but it’s actually the quite opposite.

‘Alright, so she’s gettin married?’ He asks, which sounded more like he was edging you to continue with whatever it is you wanted to say,

“Yeah and— well.. I obviously have to go, she’s my best friend and all but..,” You stop yourself, silently inhaling through your nose as you look up at your ceiling, honestly regretting even calling him but continue with your question, “I..I didn’t want to go alone.. and.. I’ve got a plus one but got no one to take. And— well I-.. I figured I’d ask you,”

‘Right..,’ Was Karl’s response, hesitant and soft but then adds, ‘But you knew I worked,’

“Hence, pointless of even asking you,” You remind him, fingers nervously playing with the brand of your water bottle,

Silence hovered over you, definitely not helping with your nerves, but then you begin hearing the way he lets out a loud exhale through his nose.

‘You know I would absolutely love to go. Not only to crash the wedding but to also be there with you,’ If only he knew just how bad those words effected you, heart fluttering uncontrollably in your chest with cheeks burning, god how you wished he knew, ‘But I’m not sure if—,’

“No, yeah I know,” You cut him off, awaiting disappointment settling in your chest, “You’re busy.. you don’t have to explain, I get it. Why do you think I didn’t wanna ask you,”

‘Yeah.. sorry love,’

“Honestly Karl don’t be. You’re busy, plus I’m sure it’ll probably be difficult to even get the day off. It’s understandable,” You reassure him, fingers now playing with the corner of your pillow,

You weren’t sure, but you definitely think you heard a disappointed sigh on the other end of the phone, or maybe it was the wind? Either way, you too felt disappointed, even if you knew it was coming it still sucked knowing he’d most likely miss the wedding and would have to decline being your plus-one. Yet, despite the disappointment, you felt somewhat relieved knowing he didn’t reject your offer, reject you. Not that it proved your friends theory. He just couldn’t make it.

That’s it.

While you continued playing with the corner of your pillow, you hear Karl speak to someone on his end, then hear another loud, exhausted sigh escape from him. A small knowingly smile creeps on your lips when you recognize that sigh.

“Duty calls?” You ask, which he response with a short yawn,

‘Yeah,’

“Go. Finish the scene so you can catch some shut eye,” You tell him, even if you didn’t want to end the call you knew you had to, he needed to get back to work,

‘Alright love.. I’ll give you a call later on,’ He says with another small sigh,

“Okay. Goodnight,”

‘Night love,’

At his words you both end the call. Grabbing your phone from your chest you toss it to the side on the couch with a disappointed sigh. You stare at your phone for a couple seconds, replaying the conversation in your head, feeling the way your chest warms up when you heard his voice again after weeks of not being able to communicate. You always did enjoy your guys’ conversations, but now, with these feelings growing every minute, it just felt different, it was a different kind of happiness, it felt much more.. stronger. You couldn’t describe it other than feeling like the sun was constantly shining around you every time you’d hear his voice.

And it was a feeling you wished you’d feel everyday, wished it was the same feeling he felt, but knew that wish would never fully fulfill, because not every wish finds their way.

*****

Four Days Later

The wedding was absolutely beautiful. She looked absolutely incredible. The venue, the theme, the colors, her dress was just beyond perfect in your eyes, everything was just beautiful. That’s all you can say to describe the day. Things were going great, large smiles, heartfelt laughters, happy tears were being shared all around, you on the other hand we’re glad you decided to put waterproof everything because you definitely went through at least six pieces of tissues. Nonstop, happy tears rolled down your cheeks as Rubie made her way down the aisle with her grandfather, taking her fathers place considering he was no longer with us but proudly watching from above, the way they both shared their vows, promising each other to always protect and give unconditional love and support, then came the rings and the kiss. Then Husband and Wife.

You cheered with everyone, hugging Rubie’s mother with pure joy, new tears rolling down your face as you watched the newly wed wave with large smiles on their face. Everything was just beautiful.

Everything was going great after. Once everyone ate, everybody began enjoying the rest of the day with the newly wed. Drinks, laughter, more tears, chatter, pictures were being shared around the entire venue. You were sure you had thousands of great photos with friends and the newly wed, great memories to look back to, however, despite enjoying the night, you wished a certain someone was there to enjoy it with you. He had called you two days before the wedding to let you know he definitely wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding, claiming they had to makeup the day for canceling the previous day due to flash floods, again you reassured him it was fine and completely understandable, but you still couldn’t help the way your heart shattered knowing you wouldn’t be seeing him anytime soon.

But even then, you still sent him pictures of the day, of the venue, of you and Rubie and even managed to sneak in a small FaceTime call, but had to cut it short since he claimed he had to go back to work. That was a couple of hours ago, ever since the call you tried to busy yourself by having a couple drinks with friends, chatting, laughing, even dancing with friends and the bride. The night was going splendid, definitely a night to remember, until it wasn’t.

You parted away from your group, claiming you had to use the restroom. Once that was taken care of, you began walking in the direction of the bar where you ordered your preferred drink and waited patiently. A smile would come across your lips every once and a while as you watched Rubie dance with her new husband to a slow song, it was such a memorable scene, making you wonder if you would ever get to experience such a beautiful moment too. Your thoughts were soon brought out by the bartender placing your drink on the counter, once thanking him and giving him a tip, which he sends you an appreciative smile, you turn to walk away, but was stopped by the one man you had been avoiding throughout the whole day.

Mason Peerson. Better known as your shit head of an ex-boyfriend.

“Hey,” He greets you with that all too familiar smirk, causing dark memories to resurface in your mind,

“Mason,” You say his name with pure disdain, distaste, causing an uncomfortable knot to start forming at the pit of your stomach when his smirk only darkens at your tone, clearly finding your hatred amusing,

“It’s been a while,” He starts, leaning one elbow on the counter of the bar, smirk still plastered on his face,

“Sure has,” You respond shortly, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation, leave him, but you knew walking away from him was pointless, he was like a piece gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe once stepped on,

He won’t leave you alone. Yet, you were actually surprised he hadn’t bothered you earlier, then again, you never did leave your armor of friends. Trying to get through them was like trying to get through a pack of viscous wolves, it was pointless to even try and it was incredibly dangerous. For him, anyways. They all knew the way he had mistreated you during the last few moments of your relationship, witnessed multiple times where you both would constantly argue over the smallest things, even witnessed how he had brought your insecurities even lower, causing you to dig yourself into a dark hole, which took a lot of convincing and patience to bring you out of.

Your relationship wasn’t always fucked. In the beginning everything was fine, great, perfect, he was perfect, in your eyes at least. He would do everything for you, would show you love, affection, the two years were just absolutely amazing, until it wasn’t. Things went downhill as soon as he began drinking nearly every weekend, then the drinking switched from twice of the week to drinking nearly every day. Then came the arguments, then the harassment, not physical, but verbally, which ruined you mentally. Things between you two were just fucked at that point, no better word for it, it was just too toxic, it wasn’t healthy by any means, not anymore at least.

Family and friends begged you to leave him, to leave that toxic environment, but you couldn’t, you felt trapped by blind love, until you finally drew the line. One night, after a terrible “date night” you had stormed out of the restaurant after he had insulted you once again and demanded you to stop being so dramatic about your mental issues, claiming ‘you are not a child so stop seeking attention’ not only did he receive a list of profanities but he also received your glass of whine poured onto his head. Luckily for you, the security guards were able to step in between you two before he even got the chance to actually do something. One of them escorted you outside while the other kept Mason inside as you waited for your ride.

It was Karl who had picked you up. And it was that night that you had cried in his chest before falling into a peaceful sleep in his arms.

“Even after all these years, you still look good,” He gives you an unwelcoming compliment,

You give him a scoff with a disbelief smile, “Thanks,” You tell him, taking a step to walk away but a cold hand stops you by the elbow, halting your steps,

“Hey c’mon, can we please just talk?” He asks you, hand still firm around your elbow,

Talk? Seriously? Bold of him to assume talking to him was the last thing on my mind. You mentally tell yourself.

“There’s nothing to talk about and there never will be,” You try walking away again but his grip on your elbow only tightens as he maneuvers his body in front of you, blocking you from walking away,

“Despite looking good, you’re acting like a goddamn child still,” His light brown eyes were filled with that same old annoyance, irritation as he stared at you,

And oh how you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit out of him. You were seconds away from doing so, your free hand was curled into a fist by your side, you were just waiting for him to give you a reason, but before he could give you one, an all too familiar deep, loving voice settles behind you.

“We all good here?” You quickly turn around at his voice, watching the way his hazel orbs drop down to yours for a split second before once again averting them back to Mason, who had long since then released your elbow from his grip,

The look that was written in his eyes was the same look he displayed while playing his iconic role, Billy Butcher. Seeing it through a screen was absolutely incredible, but now, with him only an inch away from you and having that look in his eyes was pure intimidation, yet, arousing. But her didn’t need to know that. Ever.

“Karl. It’s been a minute,”

“Sure has,” Karl responds, tone flat and still, then slightly motions his head to the side, “Now how bout we leg it, yeah?”

In other words, fuck off. You mentally say as you stood between both men. Mason must’ve understood the true definition behind the taller man’s words because he softly chuckles before taking a step forward, but before he can even take another you quickly settle in front of him, stopping him from inching closer to the man behind you, who now had his chest pressed against your back. Not because he was going to launch at the other man, not that he didn’t want to, but because he saw how close the dickhead had gotten to you.

“Just leave, Mason,” You firmly tell him, (E/c) glaring into his own eyes as you continue with, “You’re really gonna cause a scene at your best friends wedding?”

That got him to avert his eyes from the man behind you to stare into your own. That’s the only reason why he’s even here, he was good friends with Tomas, they were like brothers so of course he was going to attend his brothers wedding, but if it wasn’t for him knowing Tomas, he wouldn’t have been there.

Something switches in eyes as he locked gazes with you, a habit that apparently never left from him. An effect that you just had on him, despite of everything that he’d done, you just had a way in bringing him down without even trying. He’d never admit it, but you were, and will always be his weakness.

Still keeping his eyes locked with yours, he inhales deeply through his nose before averting his eyes back towards Karl, who was still keeping a close eye on him. Then after a minute, maybe less, Mason gives you a small glance before finally leaving without another word.

“Never did understand what you saw in that cunt,” Karl comments once Mason was out of earshot, hazel orbs still following his frame as he made his way across the venue,

You chuckle as you turn to face him, “It’s called blind love,”

Karl remained keeping his eyes on Mason, watching as he made his way back to a group of men, then cheering and laughing with them as if he wasn’t just seconds away from causing a fight. As he kept his eyes on the group of men, Mason specifically, he didn’t notice the way you were observing— admiring—him. Dark hair neatly styled upwards, beard neatly trimmed, skin glowing perfectly—beautifully under the venues lights, then you let your eyes wonder throughout his entire frame. Dark blazer and jeans with a turquoise button up underneath— which you realized matched with your dress perfectly— and of course he had the first three buttons undone revealing his chest and St. Christopher necklace that you had gotten him a couple years back, causing a warming sensation to build at the pit of your stomach whenever you see it on him.

He really does not take it off. You tell yourself, remembering when you had given him the necklace as an early birthday gift where he then took it with a large, appreciative smile before slipping it over his head without hesitation. If you were being completely honest, that moment plays rent free in your mind at any given time, he plays rent free at any given time, but you’re not complaining nor will you ever admit it to him.

“You came,” You softly say, small smile forming on your mouth when those hazel orbs of his finally land on yours,

His entire demeanor changes as he locks eyes with you. Pure relief, joy, and happiness replace his anger as he stares at you. God how he missed your eyes, your smile, you.

“You called,” He simply states, then adds, “Plus, I did say we’d crash the wedding together right?”

A soft chuckle escapes from you, smile widening as you close the little gap between you two where two large arms wrap around your frame and tug you closer to his firm body. Your own arms wrap around his waist, fingers interlocking behind his back, trapping him there as your cheek rests against his chest. Despite the music playing loudly through the speakers, his soothing heartbeat still sounded beautifully in your ear, making your hold on him to tighten, which only widens his own smile. Hugging you tighter as well, he places a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“Sorry I’m late,” Karl whispers, lips slightly moving against the crown of your head,

You shake your head against his chest, “Doesn’t matter. Everything’s perfect now,”

The two of you remain in each others arms for another couple of minutes, just cherishing the moment for a little while longer until the sounds of cheering breaks the moment. Glancing over to the dance floor you watch as both Rubie and Tomas become the center of attention, a smile and chuckle escaping from you when they both show their moves to the upbeat music. Then you feel a hand interlocking with your own, glancing back at Karl you see him motioning his head to the side with a smile before gently guiding you to the table where the rest of your friends sat and cheered.

After greeting and hugging each one of your friends, he sits down next to you, hand once again interlocking with your own. You stare down at your hands then back up to meet his eyes, he only spares you a small smile before turning around to spark a conversation with one of the guys at the table, however, what made a smile form on your lips was the way his thumb would rub soothing circles against your skin, causing a warming sensation to rise in your chest and causing you to inch closer to him in your chair.

He’s just holding my hand because we haven’t seen each other for a couple months, nothing else. You tell yourself as you listened in on a conversation on your left but couldn’t seem to focus since your mind kept wondering back to his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin. You wanted to believe it was more than a ‘I miss you, I haven’t seen you for a while, so I’m going to hold your hand for as long as I can’ type of thing, but you also didn’t want to believe in such a thing, you feared it, feared of getting hurt. But the longer he held your hand in his, the harder it was to push the thought away.

Just stop! He’s only here for the night, possibly for a couple of hours, just enjoy the night, enjoy him while you can! You mentally curse at yourself when you start overthinking things, which is an annoying tick of yours, but as annoying as it is, you can’t just stop yourself. Thankfully, before you can even dive deeper in your thoughts, Rubie comes strolling over to your table with a wide smile, which only widens when she spots Karl by your side. Once thanking and hugging him for attending her wedding, she goes ahead and demands everyone at the table to join her at the dance floor, words slightly slurring, causing a few chuckles and cheers as she turns back around. Dancing her way back to the floor.

While everyone indeed gets up from the table to follow the married woman, you and Karl remain sitting down, watching everybody cheering as they make their to the dance floor with a smile. Then, before you know it, Karl himself is standing up as well, pulling your interlocked hands, a motion for you to go dancing with him.

Your eyes grow wide, “You know I suck at dancing,”

Karl softly chuckles, “That makes two love,”

With another small tug on your hand, you rise from your chair with a wide smile. At least you won’t be alone when it comes to making a fool of yourself.

You let him guide you to the dance floor, hand tightening around his own as he moves through dancing bodies, after what seemed like a minute of walking through a crowded maze, Karl is pulling you in front of him. A large smile spreads on your face as you two move with the music, even if both of you were definitely not meant for dancing, you both still were giving it all. Not caring if both your steps were off beat, not caring if you two were possibly making a fool of yourselves, you both were simply enjoying the moment. Together.

Yet, the night only seemed to get younger. As you two were dancing and just as Karl twirls you around, the DJ switches the song, causing the entire venue to erupt in loud, excited cheers as the next song blares through the speakers. Karl watches the way your eyes and smile grow wide the same time Rubie suddenly appears right next to you, then watches the way you both sing the lyrics to the song as loud as you both can.

‘Coming out of my cage,

And I’ve been doing just fine,

Gotta gotta be down,

Because I want it all,

It started out with a kiss,

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss,

Now I’m falling asleep,

And she’s calling a cab,

While he’s having a smoke,

And she’s taking a drag,

Now they're going to bed,

And my stomach is sick,

And it's all in my head,

But she's touching his chest now,

He takes off her dress now

Let me go,

And I just can't look, it's killing me,

And taking control,’

Karl remains standing still, quietly, just admiring you from his position on the dance floor, completely awestruck by you at the moment. Wide smile plastered on your lips as you sing the lyrics with pure energy, joyfulness, admiration, excitement, love. His hazel orbs never leaves your form. They were glued to you. He felt as if he’d look away, he miss the best moment, and that was you, dancing, jumping, screaming your lungs out to the song, hair going absolute wild from jumping with Rubie by your side. It was a fucking sight to his eyes. A sight he knew he always wanted to see, forever. Your smile, the bright light in your beautiful (E/c) eyes, just you. He wanted to see that happiness in you till the end of time. You out of all people deserved it and he was damn sure he was going to do everything in his power to bring you that same happiness you felt at the moment for as long as he lived.

It was that same happiness that made him realize just how much he loves you. Not that he didn’t know it already, hell, he’s been in love with you, but the way you danced and jumped around singing your lungs out only filled that love for you. Made it stronger, harder to push down, and that alone was enough for him to let go. He’s waited too long, has kept it hidden too long, fear and anxiety rested heavily at the pit of his stomach for what his heart has decided. He knew whatever he was about to do was either going to go really well, or he was heading back to the airport with a devastated heart.

Then you turned his way, wide smile, teeth and gum showing as you continue to scream the lyrics.

Oh fuck it.

With two long steps Karl towers over you, immediately holding either side of your face to roughly, but carefully, connect your lips. The sudden action made you freeze, body going completely rigid, eyes wide as your mind tries to process what the fuck just happened. Feeling the way your entire body goes stiff, Karl slowly peels away from you, scared hazel orbs scanning your entire face. His anxiety grows stronger when he still sees that same shocked expression on you, but then sees how a small smile starts forming on your lips, and before he knows it he’s being pulled back into your space, your own lips latching on to his.

A large wave of relief washes over both of you. Wide smile forming on your guys’ lips as you two melt into the kiss. Everything you both have been hiding, keeping it in a locked door, was now being poured into the kiss. Both your bodies were flushed against each other, your fingers tangled in his hair at the base of his neck while one of his hands cradled your cheek and the other gripped firmly on your hip. Keeping you in place as he only deepened the kiss. However, a loud popping sound has you both flinching away from each other, causing a large grin to spread on each others lips when you see confetti falling from the ceiling. Karl looks back down at you with the same grin, hand still holding its place by your cheek as his thumb gently rubs your skin, then drops his head low enough to softly rub his nose with yours, causing your smile to widen. It never leaves even when he latched his lips on yours once again, even when a roar of cheers is heard next to you, but that doesn’t mean you don’t shy away from the kiss and hide your face into his chest when you know the cheers are directed to you and Karl.

A deep chuckle rumbles from Karl’s chest, finding your shyness adorable, but only hugs you tighter before once again bringing your head to peck you on the lips once again. Definitely feeling the way your cheeks burn under his palms.

“Wanna get out of here?” Karl asks you with a smile, lips moving against yours,

Your smile widens as you nod your head, which he only chuckles as he pecks your lips once more before guiding you out of the dance floor. You shake your head with a large smile when you see all of your friends, including Rubie, still cheering for you as you make your way out of the crowd. You knew whenever they see you again they would demand you details and would give you the ‘I told you so’ lecture, which only widen your smile and brought a warming sensation across your chest.

Looks like you were proved wrong.

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Saturday

2:30 am

“When do you go back?” You ask, head leaning against his naked chest, fingers playing with his own,

You have been avoiding that question for obvious reasons, not wanting to know the answer when you knew it already. You wished you had more time, wished you could cherished this moment much longer, wish you could keep him in your arms, in your bed with nothing but your silver sheets covering your bodies, but you knew reality would sweep in. He had to head back to Chicago to finish filming while you had to head back to the theater where you currently were working as the makeup artist. As much as you wanted this moment to last, you both had to head back to work, back to reality, back to long distance, and that alone saddened you.

“Was actually supposed to catch a red-eye but..your worth rescheduling,” Karl mumbles behind you, causing your smile to widen against his chest,

“Am I?” You ask, raising your head to look into his eyes, small smirk displayed on your lips,

Karl stares at you, small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he brings his free hand to place a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re worth all of it love,”

You remain smiling at him, your (E/c) eyes scanning his entire face, embracing and enjoying the way he looks at the moment. His dark hair that was once neatly styled was now sticking out from every angle, his eyes and skin illuminating perfectly from the moon light coming from your window, everything about him, in that moment, was just perfect. Bringing your hand, the one that was fiddling with his fingers, you let them cradle the side of his jaw, fingers gently massaging his beard, earning a slight head tilt from the man.

Staring deep in his eyes, you let the words slip out, “I love you,”

A smile forms on his lips, hazel orbs growing warmer, “I love you. Always have and always will,”

“Always?” You question with a smirk,

Karl scrunches his face, lips forming into a small pout, “Maybe not always,”

That earned him a smack on the chest, causing a deep chuckle to erupt from his throat. Then after a few seconds, he goes ahead and places a warm hand on the side of your face, hazel eyes staring into your beautiful eyes, that he’s grown to love throughout the years, and not once breaking eye contact with his next words. His promise to you.

“Yes, always. To 10 years and More,”

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Hello Maddy, nice yo greet you I would like yo ask you for a request for head cannons for Shinobu o Aoi where the female reader is turned into a fluffy animal by a demon techinique. Thank you very much again, take care!!!

Turned into a Fluffy Animal by a Demon Art Headcanons

Shinobu Kochou x Reader and Aoi Kanzaki x Reader

A/N: Hello! I tweaked it a bit and went second person pov on this. Seems easier for headcanon format for some reason. Hope you like these!

Shinobu Kochou

• If Shinobu hadn’t seen it happen herself, she wouldn’t have believed it, but there you were, rendered a trembling, furry ferret right before her eyes.

• She made quick work of the demon after that.

• She was dismayed that you didn’t turn back right away. She hoped you would only have to wait for the sunrise, but until then you were going to have to deal with the changes. You and her both.

• Don’t be offended, but she doesn’t want to touch you directly, not like this. When she finishes folding up and packing away your clothes from where they lay in a rumpled heap on the ground, she left your haori out.

• She was thankful that you still seemed to have your own mind and that you were able to understand her. She asked you to hop into the center of your haori so she could wrap you up and carry you home. She was not about to have you snatched up by an owl or some other carnivorous creature on her watch.

• The thought of touching your fur made her shudder, but she still spoke sweetly to you, assuring that if sunshine didn’t help, she would not rest until you were back to normal.

• The girls back home collectively lose their minds when they hear the story. Shinobu has to remind them that, even though you are a cute little ferret, you are still you and should be treated with dignity and respect.

• That being said, she still let them tie a cute bow around your neck.

• She feels bad for laughing, but you looked so funny jumping around! And you made the strangest little noises too!

• Shinobu does not want to leave you alone, not tonight when you are so small and vulnerable. She will allow you to stay in her room, but she will not let you under the covers. There are some lines that cannot be crossed when you’re a wiggly, furry and admittedly smelly little thing.

• She did leave you your haori nearby to curl up in instead. Even she had to admit you looked cute while you wiggled beneath your haori, trying to find the most comfortable spot.

• She tried to stay up with you in a show of solidarity, but she was so tired from the mission that she ended up dozing off in the end. She did wake up a bit when the sun began to shine upon her face through the window and she squinted, sitting up slightly to check on your condition.

• She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw you were human again. Sleeping soundly and curled on a tight ball using your haori as a blanket.

• She plucked the furry garment off of you pinched between two fingers and tossed it in her hamper with a shudder.

• Then she took her blanket and draped that over you instead, gently pushing your hair from your eyes.

• Shinobu got up, got dressed and went to go look for your clothes that she had asked a Kakushi to wash the night before.

• Once you wake up, expect her to tease now that the ordeal has past and you appear no worse for wear. More often than not it’ll be about you sleeping naked on her tatami floor than the actual ferret event that caused that to happen in the first place.

Aoi Kanzaki

• Aoi had awoken to a frantic light knocking upon her door. She stumbled out of bed, and yanked the door to the side, ready for whatever could possibly need her attention this late at night.

• She did not expect to find Kanao sweating profusely, a fluffy dog standing by her side. Aoi could not believe you had been turned into a dog. She refused to believe it. But Kanao was not one to pull pranks.

• She knelt to the ground in front of the dog and held out her hand. The dog in turn rested the side of its head against her hand. She couldn’t really explain why, but at that moment she knew that it had to be you.

• Aoi decided that she could handle you on her own, at least until Shinobu got back from her own mission. So she thanked Kanao for getting you back safely and dismissed her to sleep after the chaotic night she had gone through with you.

• Aoi knows you are still in there, that being said, she doesn’t know how to act with you like this. Would it be offensive to pet you? She had to stop herself from talking to you like you were an actual puppy quite a few times. It felt kind of embarrassing.

• But if you were to duck under her hand, she would take the opportunity to give you a good rub down while also muttering how ridiculous the whole situation was.

• She decides to wait for Shinobu’s guidance before going to the lab. She may be just a little worried that she’ll somehow make it worse. But also, deep down, she thinks you are very cute as a dog and wouldn’t mind spending a little time with you like this. As long as it isn’t to your detriment of course.

• I think Aoi could have had a dog or even some farm animals with her family before she was rescued by the Kochou sisters. Given that the Butterfly Mansion is devoid of furry or otherwise marked unsanitary animals, she might really like having a valid excuse to have a dog around.

• She’ll let you sleep in her bed that night. She probably won’t outright invite you, but maybe get comfortable and pat the empty spot she left for you to curl up in.

• In the morning, she’s a little disoriented, but the events of the night before come flooding back with crystal clarity when her fingers weave through your fur. The sun hadn’t been enough. She would need to see if Shinobu made it back yet.

• But maybe she’d give you a few belly rubs and smile over how your tail wagged in your sleep before she would wake you up.

• Predictably Shinobu is not pleased to have a dog in her lab, but knowing it’s you and how important you are to Aoi, she tries to be as kind and patient as she can. Even if she sees that you’re shedding all over her floor.

• Shinobu managed to rework the antidote she used on Natagumo into something that will work for you. She leaves everything to Aoi from that moment forward. Aoi makes sure the clean the whole lab to show her gratitude.

• Aoi spends every moment with you while you heal that she can without neglecting her duties.

• Once when she got back from the infirmary, she found you being made to play catch with the younger girls. She wanted to scold them for making you do something so demeaning, but she knew that if you really didn’t want to do it, you wouldn’t. So she let it go, instead calling you over for your next dose of medication.

• It took a week before you were starting to look like yourself again. The in between stage of dog and human was a little off putting, but Aoi had stuck by your side and made no indication that she was weirded out in the slightest. She helped you get dressed, eat, test out your vocal chords… anything that you seemed to be struggling with she was right there to help.

• Another week, and you were completely back to normal. Everyone was relieved, but probably none more so than you. You had better thank Aoi for being so attentive to you. She may not out right say so, but she appreciates the recognition.

• She does however, miss the warmth and comfort of your fur, but if you’ll still have her as a cuddle buddy she will not complain.

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[punch-aholic]

Double Jeopardy - Chapter Eleven: Bail Bond

AHEM... they kiss :) Fair warning, this story gets spicier from here on out. Nothing too explicit but act two is the romantic part of this story. I really enjoy the last half of this chapter!

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Ariel tapped her foot anxiously as she rifled through the files on her desk… Harv’s desk. She kept having to remind herself that this was only temporary.

It had been four months since Harvey was incarcerated, and despite things mostly staying the same, to Ariel it felt completely different without him. She had taken over the office completely, along with the fifteen men left over from the heist. Things were slow starting out, and every day she feared for her safety and security. However, as time went on she built up her confidence. From hiring new men, to even beginning to train and gain strength to defend herself. Living in Harvey’s apartment, sitting at his desk and ordering around his men gave her a sense of power that she wasn’t aware she needed until now. It was nice to be more than the ‘secretary’ for once.

Still, it was lonely. 

She missed the playful back and forth and the strange ways of flirting. She even missed Harvey’s mood swings a small bit.

“Miss Lancaster?” a timid voice called from the door of the office. Ariel’s head perked up to match eyes with the new girl she had hired to handle a bit of the paperwork here and there. Julie, her name was. She was younger than Ariel, in her early twenties, with curly blonde hair she always kept in a messy ponytail and big glasses that magnified her green eyes. She was a bit awkward, always stumbling over her words and saying odd things. She reminded Ariel too much of herself, maybe that’s why she took her on as a secretary. 

Ariel put on a smile despite how lost in thought she seemed to be today. “Something wrong, Julie?”

Julie swallowed and turned around, muttering something to another person. Ariel heard a deep voice starting to get frustrated with her, and the door was pushed open to reveal none other than Harvey Dent himself, standing in a brand new suit and tie. He looked… surprisingly calm. 

More calm than Ariel, at least, whose eyes went wide as she quickly stood from her chair. Harvey turned up his chin and smirked. “Get out of my chair, doll.”

Ariel inhaled quickly. The way that word affected her needed to be studied. She cleared her throat and stepped back. “Julie, could you give me a moment, please?” Julie nodded quickly and shut the door, scurrying back off to her own office. 

Harvey poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and chuckled. “You’ve certainly made yourself comfortable.” He muttered, walking closer to her. “Your hair is longer.”

Ariel blushed and crossed her arms. “It’s been four months.”

Harvey raised an eyebrow and leaned against the desk, only a few steps away from her now. “Oh? You angry with me, doll?”

Ariel glared up at him and punched his arm, taking a bit of pride in the very small grimace on his face. “Of course I am! You put me in danger because you were petty and upset that you might actually care about me!”

“Is that right?”

“Don’t be a smartass right now, Harvey. I’ve been drowning in work trying to figure out how to keep this place running. You’re welcome, by the way.” Two-Face laughed darkly and fondled the expensive necklace resting on her chest. “Don’t act like it’s been all hard times. I know you’ve been in my apartment. I know you used my credit card. And I know that there’s a part of you that likes being in charge.” 

Ariel glared at the older man and pushed his hand away. “I didn’t use your credit card for anything but food and necessities, Harv.” She turned and smirked to herself. “Oz bought the necklace for me.”

Two-Face’s smirk left his face immediately and he grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her close. “Don’t get cute! Or do you need me to remind you who you work for? You’ve gotten awfully familiar lately. I’m still ‘Mr. Dent’.”

Ariel attempted to wrestle her arm from his grasp, to no avail. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re partners now. There are at least 50 men out there that follow me, not you. If you want their loyalty, you’re gonna have to be nice to me.”

Harvey squinted down at her and took a note that her boldness was starting to get on his nerves. “I think you need to remember who you belong to, Miss Lancaster.”

“Who I-?”

Ariel was cut off by Harvey’s rough lips pressing against hers. He had one hand still gripping her arm, while the other went straight to her hips. Ariel’s heart was racing with conflicting feelings. Anger at his last statement, frustration at being ‘demoted’, but the one that took over was how much she’d missed Harvey in the last four months. Even more so, she had been thinking about their kiss every night since it happened. 

Ariel wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as if she didn’t want him to escape again. He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged softly, eliciting a soft whine from her. Harvey groaned deep into her ear and roughly pushed her against the desk, tugging her jacket off and leaving her in her corset and pants. Ariel huffed and jumped up onto the desk, pulling Harvey down with her as he left kisses and bite marks along her neck. Small, choked-out moans came from her, and she reached up for small handfuls of Harvey’s brown and white hair to grab onto. Harvey groaned and grabbed a fistfull of her auburn hair, forcing her to lock eyes with him. And for once, Ariel wasn’t sure if she was looking at Harvey or Two-Face. “Who do you belong to, doll?”

Ariel felt that feeling of anger well up inside of her again, and for a moment it fueled her. She groaned and used her hips to flip the pair over. The pair audibly groaned as they fell onto the floor, Harvey’s back taking the brunt of the fall. Ariel looked down at the man with determined eyes. “Nobody.”

Harvey raised an eyebrow and grabbed her hips tightly. It was hard to believe the girl looking down at him was the same girl who had walked into his office six months ago. But he knew she was right. He didn’t own her, and he never could. Still, he felt a bit of pride at what she had become. She was still Ariel, just without the strings that held her back from being her true, confident, powerful self. Harvey wasn’t one to enjoy sharing power, and he never would. He preferred the duality in Harvey and Two-Face running the show, and adding a third party into their mix was… terrifying. But Ariel was the one thing that the pair could agree on. They needed her. Needed to protect her, teach her and keep her. But they could never be vulnerable enough to tell her that he ‘loved’ her. One thought plagued his mind in the asylum; she could never have a normal life with him. Not the one she deserved, at least. 

Still, it would be fun to indulge in. For a while, at least. 

“Fuck, I missed you” he muttered as he pulled her down again, kissing her a bit softer this time.

#Simon writes #batman #dc comics #Harvey dent #two face #Harvey Dent x oc #Harvey Dent x reader #two face x oc #two face x reader #Ariel lancaster #fic: double jeopardy #punch!verse

[glowstone23b]

Hey, I saw your post asking us to gush about minecraft ocs and…ok, so, I have a lot. Partly because details of my ocs tie into the world I made for them, and mostly because I’ve been working on this for 3 and a half years and there’s a lot to tell.

Anyways, my main oc, Hannah, is from the real world and was dragged into the realm of Minecraft. It turns out that there are four kingdoms in this world and three out of the four kingdoms believe in a religious prophecy that entails that a tyrant will rise from one of the kingdoms, but a warrior will return to vanquish them. They believe Hannah to be this warrior, but Hannah doesn’t feel like she is. Unfortunately for her, the only way for her to get back is to go through the same portal that she came in from, and the only way to get the portal to reactivate is to gather the missing corner pieces from each of the four kingdoms. Throughout her journey, Hannah makes friends and allies, all while learning the rules of the server she’s in and how Minecraft works.

Oh yeah, the four kingdoms here are:

Kinerfall: A kingdom for the other players on the server. They see the world as more of an in-depth roleplay thing. Ruled by Queen Amara, who is also from the real world.

Weyforlosa: A kingdom for mobs. They are currently in an active war with Kinerfall because their ruler, King Coveris, used to date Queen Amara, but they split because they each thought that the other was going to be the tyrant.

Lavail: The Nether kingdom. They usually don’t believe in the prophecy or the religion the other kingdoms follow called Avianity. Ruled by King Hesil.

Vaniscar: The End kingdom. Currently the people there are a bit on edge because their recently crowned king, King Afias, has a bit of a checkered past, but he’s what they have for now. 

Here’s a drawing of the rulers of those kingdoms btw:

Throughout the story, Hannah makes friends with some mobs that decide to tag along with her, pictured here:

Lonnie is a witch’s experiment that came to life as a slime. She loves adventures and knows how to brew potions.

Isador used to be a wandering trader, but he got turned into an evoker after being captured during a raid. He breaks free from the pillager’s side after meeting Hannah.

Dilou is a part of the royal guard for Lavail. He’s never been outside of the Nether before, so the adventure he goes on with the team is full of new surprises.

Evelyn has it out for King Afias after he wronged her in such a way that it got her banished from Vaniscar. 

Anyways, sorry I rambled for so long. I just have a lot to say about this world…wait, I didn’t even tell you its name.

The world is called Avion. As such, the story is called Tale of Avion.

That’s all. Take care. Stay determined <3

This is me reading this btw^^^

Thank you for sharing!!! Your drawings rule, I love the way you draw endermen especially (you get the proportions just right!!) Also never apologize for rambling about it, especially when you've been asked to do so! I appreciate it!!

As for Kinerfall, all of the players there see it as a roleplay sort of thing (and at least Amara is an irl person, though idk if the others are as well)... would they ever want to return to the real world, do they have access to do so, or are they mostly just in-game players? Is Amara an exception in this right, like Hannah is?

Also even if Hannah isn't the real hero the rest of the kingdoms make her out to be, she still seems to be uniting them in a way! Getting a bunch of mobs together from different corners of the world towards a common force (and getting to understand where each is coming from) is very valuable!

For kingdoms, are they/have they ever been on good terms? Do they have agreements or treaties between one another to keep the peace, is it uneasy, or are there a lot of wars happening? In my head I feel that Kinerfall wouldn't get along with a lot of the kingdoms (being that players typically hunt mobs for resources/sport/etc.), but I have little knowledge about it as of yet so I'd love to hear :)

I ask a lot of questions because I'm curious, so sorry if the wall of text is a little intimidating! I just love the worldbuilding!! As you know, my nether fascination is not very sane of any human being, but I also love exploring how in-game mechanics might work in a story-- things like using your inventory, for instance, or how totems of undying feel to use, if applicable in the AU. Like-- for the end kingdom, what is their main material? Like what are Afias' clothes/armor made of? Do they have materials in the end we're not able to see in game, or do they trade with other kingdoms? Do they eat chorus fruit? Do endermen need to eat at all? How do alliances work out between them all? How do the mobs keep from burning during the day? Do they have any magic that helps? Charms, amulets, totems? Do kingdoms have to compromise sometimes (like players would need to have a meeting with the mobs at night, to prevent them from burning up, in lieu of being able to see all that comfortably?)

ALSO stay determined? A fellow UTDR enjoyer? Huzzah! This is coming from someone who wears a LOT of stripes and now has a love for sweaters after allowing it to shape my life a while back lol

Anyways. Lots of questions, I'm inherently curious, what can I say? Long story short. I love your characters I'm looking directly at them!!!! Thank you for sharing with the class :D

#minecraft #minecraft oc #minecraft worldbuilding #glowstone23b asks #thank you for listening #i'm a little too interested in lore and mechanics i hope you don't mind sdhjbfnkdsl