#and Issac could be grace or something

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Okay hear me out.

Ibvs x scream queens

#ibvs #hear me now #it’s a good idea #Edward could be Chanel #and Issac could be grace or something

[reggies-floatie]

Young Love- Derek Hale X Vampire!Reader

Summary: What if instead of Derek falling for Paige when he was younger, he fell for Y/N?

After Y/N randomly left Beacon Hills leaving a young teenage Derek Hale confused and frustrated, she finally returns after a few years, grown and the new history teacher of Scott and the rest of his pack.

Warning: pure filth, enemies to lovers to strangers to lovers again, switch Derek, a bit of angst and smut and fluff, oral male and female receiving, breast worship, and so on…

Enjoy my beautiful readers-

November 7th, 2004

Sitting alone in the music room, practicing my piano trying to focus I hear this bouncing? Fed up with it, I go out to see who’s making all this noise, the second I enter the hallway I make direct eye contact with the one and only, Derek Hale.

“You mind playing basketball somewhere else?” I say clearly agitated,

“Why would I do that?” The arrogant voice of the Hale boy rings against my ears.

“Because idiot, i’m trying to practice” I state through gritted teeth, my eyes glaring at the raven haired boys.

“ooh looks like we’ve got a feisty girl on our hands boys” he says grinning,

Not wanting to play into his games I roll my eyes and shut the door of the music room, praying that the music from the piano drowns out the idiotic boys in the hallway.

After that interaction, about a week later I’m sat at my usual lunch table with my friends Paige and Grace comparing our test answers for history when all of a sudden Paige looks up and smiles, she grabs Grace and quickly their off. Confused, I look up to see the Hale boy walking towards me, that same cocky grin on his face that he had earlier in the week.

“What do you want Hale.” I say rolling my eyes,

“Just wanted to say I think you look gorgeous today, Y/N”

I choke on my milk, “Sorry?” I ask my face heating up,

“You heard me, Cmon Y/N let’s go on a date” He says confidently,

“Yeah i’m good” I say confused but flattered, “is this some kinda sick joke?”

“Why would i be joking?” Derek says with raised eyebrows, I reluctantly agree on going on the date, little did I know what Id be getting myself into.

After our first date, we would use any excuse to see each other and by seeing eachother, I really mean going into empty classrooms and dark hallways to makeout with eachother until we lost our breath. We were whipped for eachother.

That is until my uncle Alaric called me, he sounded really worried, something was going on with his wife, my aunt and he thought i could help. I had no time to say goodbyes to anyone not Paige or Grace. Not even Derek. Little did I know, me going to Mystic Falls would lead to me becoming what my uncle was sacred of, what he hunted. A vampire.

September 8th, 2012

“Good morning class! My name is Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll be your new history teacher!” I happily speak out, “I hope to get to know each and everyone of you lot very well! I know you all probably don’t want to be here given history is the most boring subject” I say using my fingers as air quotations for the last part.

“But i hope you know i’m trying my very best to make this class enjoyable, I’m not one to give out homework, and i’ll always try to give you as much class time as i can to help you guys, so please if you’ve got any questions i’ll be more than happy to help you guys.” I say making eye contact with a boy with a buzz cut, i can tell he’s going to need help.

The year started our lovely, that is until this blonde girl, Erica, waked into class looking as confident as ever, it was a good look on her don’t get me wrong, but i could tell by her smell that she was a wear wolf. As the year started I could tell who was and wasn’t aware of the supernatural world. the people who I knew that know about it were, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Stiles Stillinski, Erica Reyes, Issac Lahey, and Boyd. I’m sure some others knew but those were my main suspects. There was this one kid, Matt I knew he was up to something i just didn’t know what.

I was going to sub in for Mr. Harris as he randomly didn’t show up and the school didn’t have any substitutes that could come in last minute, so as any good teacher would I rushed over, as i walked in I heard Scott and Stiles whisper about how Derek Hale is trying to expand his pack. Hearing this I stiffened my back and coughed to get the student’s attention. I made direct eye contact with scott and with that, he knew that I knew about him and his friends.

Given that the class was the last of the day, when the bell rang i started writing notes for Mr.Harris when none other than the trouble duo came up to my desk, “Need help?” I ask not looking up from my paper at the two.

“you know about us.” Scott says, his heart rate rising, “are you a wolf too?” the boy with the buzz cut butts in,

“something like that.” I say finishing my notes, “what is it you were saying about derek hale?” I ask, standing up.

Me being impatient, I compelled the two boys into telling me everything they know, once they are done, we chat for a bit more before i’m off. I’m about to get in my car when I notice a tire in flat. I turn around as i’m greeted with Issac claws out pointed at me.

“Hello Mr. Lahey” I speak up, with a calm voice.

“What did something like that mean?” He asks, that sly fucker listened into my conversation with Scott and Stiles,

“Vampire, blood sucker, you know whatever they call us these days.” I say shrugging, “what’s it to you?” I ask the boy, when suddenly it clicks, he thinks i’m the Kanima,

“you sure?” he asks, “I need you to come with me”

“I’m your teacher Issac, me getting into your car would be highly inappropriate.” I know for a fact issac doesn’t care and he won’t leave till i do so with that i get into the passenger seat.

After a quiet drive and a few empty threats, we show up to a loft type place? slowly walking behind him we get a these big doors to which he opens, “Derek, I think we found our Kanima” issac says out loud to which i scoff. he can’t be serious.

“derek’s out right now with boyd but he’ll be back” Erica states, “Ms. Y/L/N?” she says confused as me and isaac walk in,

“Hey Erica” I say with a smile unbothered by the situation, “for reference i’m not the Kanima but i’m glad you guy’s thought of me” I say a smile plastered on my face.

“only. a kanima would say that” Issac says with a scoff, suddenly he cuts me with something normally i would care and it would heal, but i let out a scream, that little shit has vervain. I fall to the ground holding my wound.

What feels like two hours which is really ten minutes go by when Erica and Issac stand up at the opening door. In walks in boyd, with Derek Hale in all his glory,

Boyd is the first out of the two to notice me, “Ms. Y/L/N? holy shit are you ok?” he asks, the second my last names leaves his mouth derek looks up, there he is, the boy who i fell in love with then abandoned.

“don’t, she’s the kanima.” erica says her eyes glowing at me,

“If i was the kanima I don’t think vervain would take me down but here we are” i say, the veins under my eyes showing as well as my fangs,

“Y/N?” Derek says looking at me, “you three get out of here” he says looking at his pack members,

“but-“ is safe starts but is cut off,

“she’s not the Kanima.” he says his red eyes glowing at the three, and with that, they leave,

i try to muster the energy to move, or to even thank him but it’s cut short as a shooting feeling of pain hits me, causing me to scream, worried, derek runs over “how can i help you?” he asks looks at the wound,

“blood. i need blood and fire.” i says throwing my head back in pain, derek runs off and comes back with a blow torch and his claws out,

“her i got fire and you can use my blood” he says starting at his once girlfriend,

“fuck that, i’m not feeding off you, i’ll kill you” i say looking him in the eyes, but everyone knows derek hale is the most stubborn person ever. “it’s going to feel weird but when it gets too much tell me okay?” i say as he nods. with that i close my eyes as my fangs come out and i sink them into his neck, tasting the blood in my mouth sent a sense of euphoria to come over me, and i think him too as he lets out a sudden groan, after a little bit i pull back as i grab the torch and i burn the vervain out of me. the pains too much for me so i pass out, the world going black.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sun shining into the room, i’m on a mattress and i’m wearing a large shirt which i assume is derek’s, i groan and sit up only to meet the gorgeous green eyes i once yearned to see. “hey” i mutter weakly,

“where we’re you all this time?” derek says handing me a cup of coffee,

“I was with my uncle, in Mystic Falls, i became a vampire just a little while after i came there, that’s why i never came back i was scared that if you saw me like, we’ll you know, that you wouldn’t love me anymore.” i say looking down at the floor, “i was ashamed derek, and i feel so bad” i say finally meeting his gaze,

“how’d you die.” he asks, sadness in his voice,

“it was either me or my sister who had to die, so i took the step forward and here i am” I say a weak smile on my face. the rest of the day is spent with me and derek catching up, the things we missed, i never thought that seeing him and the conversation we had would lead to him, laying down on the mattress half naked, with me in top of him making out. hey, maybe old habits really do die hard.

I let out a small moan as his hands wrap around me and unclip my bra, “derek” i moan as one of his hands goes to my breast and the other goes into his mouth, i don’t think i’ve ever felt this good holy shit, his mouth moves from my boob to my neck, which leads to him flipping me over and removing my pants and underwear, his hand finds my clit as he plays with it, leaving little figure 8’s making me moan, the other hand goes to his pants and with one hand he pulls them off, he kissed my mouth, then my neck, then my breasts to my stomach then to my mound, my hands go straight to his hair as his skilled tongue draws patterns on my clit to my entrance, the feeling is so divine and i feel as if i’m about to come when he stops,

he draws a whine out of me, “calm down my girl, i want you to come around my cock” he says stroking his member.

i close my eyes as he enters me, and shock of pain and pleasure erupts through my body as he slowly starts moving. his pace gets rougher and rougher as we both start moaning louder and louder, I flip him over as i started riding him, pinning his hands above his head, i bite my lip and let my head fall against his chest as this new position is the one to send me over the edge, i feel my stomach start to tighten as i finally let my release go, clenching around derek

“oh fuck” i hear him slip out as he comes inside of me, completely emptying himself. I drop next to him as he holds me close, “stay with me this time?” he says staring into my eyes,

“of course” i say smiling.

later that day i changed into better clothes, i saw derek standing behind the kitchen island washing the counter, i walked over and kissed him.

as i pretended to drop something, he laughs it iff but it’s stuck in his throat as he feels my hand palm him, i pull down his sweats and start massaging him with a grin, “you dont need to.” he starts but i just smile as i take him in my mouth.

he lets out a moan as his hand goes behind my head pushing me further down his large cock, this man had to be atleast 9 inches, i continue to deepthroat him as i hear the door open, hearing that mixed with the voice of erica and issac only make me keep going i can tell derek is annoyed that they came here, but i know he’s happy that i’m continuing.

they walk into the room and start talking to him, i reach my hand to fondle his balls as he lets out a chocked growl and i feel something shoot down my throat, suddenly i hear issac stop talking, “oh shit derek” he says laughing as he realizes what happened, quickly he leave pulling erica behind him, her still being confused,

i stand up and kiss his lips, with a smirk, me coming back is going to be so fun.

Hey gang! sorry i haven’t posted in a while, i’ve has loads going on omfg. sorry if the words are wrong, not only am i on the phone but english isn’t my first language. i hope you enjoyed and make sure to send requests.

muah muah -Bailey

#derek hale #derek hale smut #derek hale fluff #teen wolf #teen wolf smut

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Sins of the Mad

A/N: as promised, the long waited Mayuri fic. It's shorter than the last one, but much more filthy. I might derail from my plan because I have some epic Castlevania ideas (I LOVE Issac ok). Kept this one gn so all of you can enjoy a little slice of Mayuri

Mayuri Kurotsuchi x gn!reader (side of Akon x gn!reader)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Heaping pile of smut, angst (if you can call it that), toxic relationship, babytrapping (kind of)

AU: None

Beta read? No

Such a pretty little thing.

You writhe so prettily beneath him, moaning “It's too much” It will never be too much. Not while he has his hands on your perfect body, his cock bullying your perfect, tight hole. He watches your back arch as you reach your peak again. He listens to your whines, and he acknowledges them.

Understanding, but only for you. Yet he doesn't stop. He slows, letting you pant and recover as he slowly thrusts into you. But when your eyes, glazed with lust, ask him a silent question before you can ever open your mouth, it begins again. After all, the night is young, and he won't stop until you struggle to move.

It's been days, after all, since he's even felt the ghost of your skin on his. He's been so, so busy… it's only natural he makes up for lost time. You're an insatiable thing.

Mayuri recalls the day he first saw you, a clear day, uninteresting. Akon mentioned something about new members of the division, but he ignored it. The lab needed to be tended to, as the rest of the fools couldn't be trusted with his newest experiment-

“L/n, this way. The Captain is fairly busy.” He turns his head at the mention of him, looking to glare at the newest fools who entered his division under false hopes.

Yet, When his gaze lands on you, it's as if he had found something. You were standing nzxt to your friend, who had called you in a whispered hiss as you marveled at the lab around you. Wide-eyed, robes perfect, hair neat… oh, it awakened something in him. Something so internally primal he was disgusted at how he likened you to a gazelle in the sights of a lion. In his minds eye, he could see you stripped down to flesh, marks left by his teeth and nails covering your skin, those pretty eyes welling with tears as he gently laid you down to wreck you for another man.

He turned away and kept walking. There was little time for lust. Especially when there were trials to run, his new experiment to document, his underlings to order, and Nemu to analyze. His daughter was next to Akon, her gaze as dead and analytical as always. He noticed her gaze fall onto you for a moment before drifting to the larger group. He grimaced, knowing he'd have to tweak Nemu’s memory when it came to his preferences. He did always like his tyrsts to be innocent and sweet, preferably virgins. It made seeing their reaction that much sweeter. But they never lasted long. Early mornings were for getting up, and for kicking out the little thing that had graced his spare bedrooms sheets for a few hours.

Once he was satisfied with his plans for the day, he entered the lab. Bothering to think about any of the new members of the division was folly, and a waste of his precious mind.

Truly, he didn't think about you until a month later, when he walked in on you on your knees before Akon.

Akon, his third seat, so missable if not for his semblance of competence. Akon, who had his hakama undone, his cock out, and a hand on the top of your head.

“That's it, doll. Breathe.” Mayuri knew Akon could be kind, but to this extent? Pathetic. The man was being too nice to you. Watching as you shyly took his cock into your mouth.

Mayuri was struck then by a thought that disgusted him.

He was jealous.

He, the most elegant and intelligent mind in the Gotei 13, jealous of a mere third seat. The captain watched intently as you struggled on such a small cock (smaller than Mayuri's, anyway), saliva forming around the corners of your mouth. What idiocy. If it were him. If he were in Akon's place. If it was he you were on your knees for, his cock would already be nestled deep in your pretty little throat. He would fuck your face full of his seed, making sure to paint your mouth white before he had you against the wall, your pretty little hole displayed for him, pulsing and eager for his attentions.

Akon tilted his head back as you began moving your head slowly. What a bore.

Once again, Mayuri turned away, quietly, so as to not disturb the filthy moment you were having. Usually he'd interrupt, make sure Akon knew his place. But it wouldn't hurt to have you with a little experience.

Oh yes. He had his sights set on you then. What a trifling whore, already consuming his patience after seeing you only twice. You must like men in power. Or, at the very least, thirst for cock like a parched man thirsts for water in the emptiness of Heuco Mundo.

The death of him was nigh, but only when he was slamming his cum into you as you screamed. Le petit mort, Oh yes. His little death, buried so sweetly inside you, you'd be able to feel him in your stomach. How much prettier you'd be, displayed in the lab as his more capable assistants took notes, Akon watching from the shadows, as Mayuri bred you into a perfect bitch. How he'd make sure none of them remembered it afterwards- except Akon.

Oh, Akon would remember. That slimy little wicked horned fool, stealing his prey from him. He would learn what it was to covet a sweet thing like you. His gentle gazelle.

The next time was the first time you officially met.

“Captain Kurotsuchi, it's a pleasure to meet you.” Oh, your brilliant smile, so bashful, so unaware he'd already made you a perfect fuck machine to pound your little hole into submission while he watched. He imagined you strapped to a special table, legs spread, eyes rolling, his newest machine wrecking you before his eyes. He would make a feast out of you, making sure to nestle himself deep just when you couldn't take it anymore. He'd be sure to fuck you so full of his seed, a gift not many had the pleasure of receiving, to the point it flowed from you as a water flows from a waterfall. He grinned.

“A pleasure indeed. You are Y/n L/n, correct?” Silky smooth, a glance at you to only lure you in. A nice patch of tall grass where the lion awaits. Akon, who was standing at a computer desk, glanced over.

Mayuri knew it was uncharacteristic of him to recall the name of someone he's never met before. The Captain saw the look of fear flash across Akon's face before the third seat returned to his duty. Bless. Mayuri watched you smile bashfully. How pretty your lips looked. If only he could get the image of them wrapped around Akon's cock out of his mind.

“Yes! That's me. I was hoping to meet you, but we were told not exepxt much.” Your voice, so sweet. How enticing it is. How exciting it was to think about hearing it squeal and moan.

“Ah, come now. I am your Captain. It is my duty to welcome all new members of my division, after all. Consider this a belated, but no less heartfelt, welcoming.”

Heartfelt. He paused in his strokes for a moment, looking down at you. Your chest was heaving, and you weakly opened your eyes. You reached up to place a hand on his cheek, your thumb stroking his cheekbone.

Heartfelt. His heart was in it now, a fools doom. How demeaning and disgraceful it felt, to be at the mercy of his heart. But oh, how he craved you. How he felt the need for your appreciation and yours alone. No more would he entertain some mewling twink or soppy deluded girl, for he had you. He gently turned his head to kiss your palm. He appreciated how you felt the need to comfort him. It seemed even his mind wasn't as disgusted towards what his heart beat for as he thought.

He broke contact with your hand and folded your knees to your chest, driving so deeply into you that it caused you to choke slightly. He resumed his loving abuse of you as he continually recalled the past, turning over every angle with precision and detail as he made rough love to your body in the present.

He recalled the first time he called you into the lab after hours, the two of you alone. Such lies he told then, such things whispered to manipulate you to his side. Thinking about them hurt. He has wounded his poor gazelle, and you would never know. He could only apologize with each slam of his hips, and each soft kiss he laid upon you after the deed was done.

You walked into the lab, adorably sleepy. His first time seeing you like that. He would learn to cherish it, but only in time.

At that moment, he felt a little annoyed. You weren't already waiting for his call? Pathetic. He felt pathetic. Countless late nights bottling his own seed each time he thought of you and brought himself to blissful completion, dying a thousand times to quell his incessant need for your sloppy tongue wrapped around his hard cock. He watched you, and you met his gaze.

“You needed me, Captain?” You asked softly, tiredly. Yes, it was late, wasn't it? Perhaps he should have let you get some sleep. Being up this late may decrease your productivity tomorrow…

“Indeed. Come here, I wish you to see something.” He dismissed the thought as he beckoned you over with a single finger. You obeyed, so obedient to his every whim. Were you the same in bed? He guided your gaze to a screen, where data inputs had been typed.

"See these? These are done poorly. For the trained eye, there is little promise. But promise nonetheless.” He watched your face. Your eyebrows creased for a moment before you found the compliment. So adorably stupid. At least you did good tables. They weren't even that bad. Nearly perfect, but he had to lie. He had to crush you, as a hunter does his prey. How could he not? Your weakest state was vulnerable.

“Ah. Thank you, Captain. I'll do my best to learn the proper way to do it.” Your voice again. Something so sweet, so innocent. Hard to think your syrup tongue ones pleasured Akon. Maybe you'd done so countless times. Maybe you'd even spread your legs for him too, taking away the sweetness that lay between that was only meant for Mayuri. So the Captain laughed.

“Nonsense, you'll learn now. I shall guide you, and you are grateful to learn.” Mayuri felt Ashisogi Jizo quiver from his small chuckle. Then he touched you first the first time, and it felt like he'd finally sunk his teeth into your smooth skin. He guided your hand to the keyboard and forcibly, but gently, made you type up a new table.For the next two hours, he would guide you. And you were grateful. At the end, the night was nearly spent through. Your gaze, still tired, but slightly brighter with adoration, looked at him. So unaware of all the lies he'd told you.

“You're doing it wrong.”

“Such a fool, to know you picked this division instead of the 11th…”

“That was worse.”

“Truly, how do you expect to gain my appreciation or my praise if you do it like that?”

Far, far too many lies. Oh how he craved the taste of your sweat and blood on his tongue. How he craved your form writhing on his marvelous contraption he'd made for you, craved for your form writhing in his sheets. He craved to see the look on Akons face as Mayuri was balls deep inside of you, pumping your hole with a generous amount of his seed.

“Thank you, sir. I am extremely grateful.” Your reply warmed his loins further. One day, he'd do it all. When his lips parted in a smile, he could tell he'd done well with the nights efforts.

“Of course you are. You need me, after all. I am your Captain, equal only to a God. You crave what I can give you.”

Your screaming in the present jolted him back to reality. He watched your hands grip the sheets as an orgasm washed over you. He felt his own approach at how tightly you clamped down on his cock. So beautiful. So primal. He was no God. He was above that. Yet none of it mattered when you were with him. His beloved. His own gorgeous thing, the only one he lets distract him from his work. The one who he lets sleep in his lap, the one he goes on walks with when he has the time. The one he loves and adores and will never let go of. The one he fancies as the other parent of Nemu, despite her having none of your DNA. Mayuri can change that. He will change that, in fact. Nemu could do with a little of your moodiness, your ability to switch from one emotion to the other. It would be better for her combat abilities, distractions and all.

There's no other reason for him to include your precious DNA into his star experiment, after all.

Except for the love he has for you.

The man grunts as he feels his balls tighten. He squeezes your thighs as he looks down at you, his golden eyes flashing in the dim light.

“Take it all and be grateful, my little cumslut.”

His voice is raspy, more desperate than normal, and incredibly strained. Your moan in response, the closest thing you can get to a yes, sir, is what sends him over the edge.

“You need me, after all.”

His first manipulation, of countless to come before he made you his, and he filled you with his seed.

He sloppily thrust into you a few more times before stopping, panting. He watched you, just watched you, as he let go of your thighs. You lowered them, your body shaking slightly. He saw the tear tracks running down your face, the saliva gathered at the corners of your mouth, and the way your lips were slightly swollen.

And yet you looked at him with such love, he was struck with a guilt that could only be born from live. Keeping his dick buried inside you, he leaned down, pressing his chest to yous, and met your lips in a kiss. He could only apologise like this. If he ever told you, you'd leave him. Mayuri couldn't have that. If you left him, he'd depend into madness fully. The loss of a ships anchor left it adrift. The loss of a lions mate sends him into a rage.

Your lips parted, his gaze boring into yours with the fury of a thousand tiny sun's over the savanna.

“You're mine. Mine alone. Understand?” Ragged and soft, that was how you left him. Heartfelt with each word, his and his alone. In this moment, there was no past with Akon, no past with his own ex-lovers, just the two of you, sweating and barely able to move, in the present.

“Yes. Yours.” Oh, your sweet, broken whisper. Your shaky hands as they cupped his face. The gentle kiss you pressed to his forehead.

He would leave you like this so you would stay. Reeling you in on a line so tight that would kill both of you if you chose to leave. His pride was staked on your love, just as much as it was staked on his unrivaled intelligence.

How he loved you, despite the guilt wrecking his unwavering heart. Silence was a virtue, and he would always be silent when it came to what he did to have you beside him.

#mayuri kurotsuchi x reader #mayuri x reader #bleach #x reader #mayuri kurotsuchi #mayuri being tamed #mayuri being insane #Innocent reader #good lord #yn #bleach x reader

[illgetthe]

Maxwell Elizabeth Puckett & Issac "no middle name" O'Connor

Oh and Zoey Grace Puckett as well :3

ok starting with max HHGG RAAH

GAAAAYAAAAA

AAAAAiTSSSS AAA

SUCH A GOOD NAMEE AAAGGHGHFH

The still vaguely pretentious name bit is still there however in a way all middle names are. Elizabeth unlike lawrence is a name you give with love. (Lawrence you love as a person. Elizabeth is a fancy loving word.) You send a lawrence to the circus to show off how good he is at calligraphy you pass down to an Elizabeth your family trauma WHICH speaking of you know that white werewolf who was garcias mentor Shrike? (Which by the way read that in the recap before chapter 8 which somehow I completely missed and never read hello?) Looks like an Elizabeth/Lizzie to me. I know it's not relevant but if shrike and ms puckett were ever besties before the disaster that's where the name came from. to me. ANYWAYS ignoring that: elizabeth gives max that vague feminine/ enby /something that the little twerp has somewhere inside. You could call this name across the house if my boy didn't do the dishes when he was supposed to. Haha funny ENOUGH HAAHA the stupid baby names websites whisper their secrets in my ears and one secret is Elizabeth means God's promise/God is my oath. Haha haha this broken god catboy would be doomed from the start! Hahaahahaahaha!!!! Eh hem cough the problem with ranking here is the still remaining consideration towards lawrence, which as of now is my only max middle name to compare to. While lawrence takes the power already stored within the name Maxwell Puckett, and increases it tenfold, Elizabeth gives it a new flavour, a new twist (color: green)- to me it's a weighty name , something kind and sad at once. And also unfortunately very british. Is something like that too much for blue cap, scooter boy max? Would he be looked at my his goofy parents and be bestowed this name? To decide whether I'd rank this a 9 or a 10 i needed to stop and consider what middle names are to, at the very least, myself. Very simply, very factually: a name not usually associated with someone until you know them better! Very often taken from a relative your moma' or dada' or what'ever'a liked! MAXWELL and PUCKETT is the sandwhich bread, lettuce, cheese, but Elizabeth is the hidden pickle. You see the Max at first sight, the metal scooter boy, the random middle schooler. You learn of, unfold, later feel the Elizabeth. Therefore, perchance, I do'eth claim: 10/10 elizabeth is a name for someone with mommy issues.

Going to reblog and adress grace + isaac ?¿¡error•`¡ o'connor

#Maxwell Elizabeth Puckett #maxwell puckett #Pnat max #Paranatural #Pnat #I am beginning to realize there is something wrong with me

[aliypop]

Why Do You Love Me

Word Count: 2.2625

Warning: language

Writers Note: I haven't abandoned my Peaky Fic Idea's but I've been back on my Batman binge, so please enjoy this fic. I do not own the gif, also yes I mixed a bit of BaleBat Brucie to create Batflecks Brucie I like them both equally... and yes in my head Harvey Dent Is played by Oscar Issac

Pairing: OC x Canon

Genre: Romance

Plot: Bruce Wayne has been gone for 7 sluty sluty years, but it isn't until he makes an appearance back in Gotham does he realize that the best thing he's got going for him is his best friend and confidant.

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GCPD

"Mind if I ask a dumb question..." 

"Better than anyone I know," filing her nails as she looked at the Guatemalan American man before her. He had crinkles near his brown eyes from long nights at the firm and a two-faced smile, "What's it between you and Wayne..." Yazela rolled her eyes, sitting in her office on one of the coldest days in Gotham, 

"I haven't seen him in seven years, so there's nothing to say on that topic,"

"We haven't seen you in seven years either, princess..."

"It's Her Grace the quee-"

"Aha, I knew it was you! The alien princess," he laughed as she rolled her eyes, "For the youngest DA, you're so immature, Harvey," she playfully pushed him, "And shut it, will you? Gordon doesn't know he thinks I'm some charity case." she whispered, 

"Living in Wayne Manor." Harvey laughed as his dark locks moved with every chuckle, 

"It's better than the streets of Gotham City, New Jers-"

"Detective Adathia, the phones for you," Gordon said, peaking into her office, 

"Dent..."

"Gordon..."

"Tell them I'll call later," she said, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Calls from Wayne Manor. A Man name Pennyworth says it's urgent..." standing from her office chair Yazela nearly raced to the phone. She'd hoped everything was okay at home. After all, she'd only been back in Gotham for about a month, and aside from work, she'd been helping Alfred with household chores since when you have powers, it makes dusting a breeze. 

"Alfred, are you alright, are your hurt? Did something happen,"

" Jumping to the worst conclusions, first are we, Ms. Adathia..." the older man said. She could hear the grin on his lips,

"It's as if nothing changed...." a voice in the background said, the hairs on her neck raised, "Alfred, who's in the house with you..." pushing the long forgotten fussy feeling aside to only worry, "Why don't you come home and find out for yourself." now she was scared, for all she knew he could be held captive and the call was a setup, "Gordon I'm taking the rest of the day off."

"I didn't dismiss you yet, detective,"

"It's an emergency..." Jim gave her a nod as she continued to walk out the door, "Be safe, your majesty..." Gordon mumbled under his breath as the Honey and Umber-skinned woman glanced back at him,

 "Nothing gets by me,"

Wayne Manor

If it was one thing Yazela loved most about driving home was the landscape of Bristol Township, it always felt like home because it reminded her of her own home. The clear blue skies and the beautiful white marshmallow clouds were beyond different from the gloomy smog smoke clouds known as Gotham. Here she could breathe fresh air, but in the city, you were lucky if you inhaled cigarette smoke. As she drove, Yazela saw the sign reading " Welcome to Crest Hill community." where every inch of land was topped with mansions almost as big as her palace on her home planet, 

Parking her Porsche in front of the mansion, she placed her keys in her pocket and walked up the steps to the front door and inside the place she had called. 

"Alfred, I'm-"

"Yazela..."

"Bruce?" was all he could hear, arms opened wide as the slightly shorter woman ran into them, 

"You're still short, huh, martian..." holding her tight, afraid that if he'd let go, she'd crumble away like his parents, "And you need a shave." Yazela laughed, touching his face, "Thought women liked beards..."

"When they're neat and clean." she scoffed, "And stop calling me Martian," she growled, releasing her from the hug he laughed, looming over her,

 "Make me..." with a swish of her wrist, she pulled the rug from under him, causing him to fall, 

"Alfre, A little help here..."

"Yazela, mind helping me with supper."

"I would be honored," the two walking past Bruce, rolling his brown and blue-ringed eyes at her,

"So you two have been here all these 7 years..." Bruce asked, sitting on the countertop, being he had been band from the kitchen since the big grease fire he caused at 16 years old, "I just returned last month from Pafrania, but it's mostly been Alfred keeping everything in order," Yazela shrugged her shoulders, "Mmm... careful with the lobster," her focus on prepping the dish, she didn't no not didn't she couldn't look at Bruce, not when he was glancing down at her with those ever so soft eyes of his and that cute no stupid smug look on his face, that she wanted to kiss right off him, 

Kiss did she think about kissing her best friend. Clearly, her brain was lagging from a lack of sleep and endless cases. Kissing Bruce Wayne, the man before her whose hair looked like a mangy dog that only a little girl could love to tell her mother to keep it. No, she was going mad, a bit daffy even. 

"Shit..." she mumbled under her breath,

"Are you okay..." Bruce inspected her finger, looking at the cause for her cursing.

"It's just a small alaveck..."

" A what?" Bruce looked at her with furrowed brows,

"It's like a small slip in the skin, and it bleeds and-"

"A cut," his tone of voice a bit dead-panned as he held back his laughter, "Yeah, a cut." Yazela pulled her finger away from him, 

"I'll go find a band-aid." 

"How about you just get out of the kitchen..." she shooed him off, embarrassed about how close the two were, meanwhile watching from the shadows was Alfred, Alfred wouldn't outright say that Bruce and or Yazela needed to make a move towards their feelings but nine years of this duo beating around the bush can tire an old butler like himself out.

"So, where were you for all those years," Yazela asked, poking at her Mulligatawny soup, Bruce's favorite aside from Lobster Thermador and French Onion, 

"Studying all that I could, what about you. You were gone too." 

"Coronated," she smiled, "My mother asked about you." 

"She knows I exist?" eating his soup,

 "Through letters throughout the years, but yes, she knows you exist," she finally started to eat, a thing Alfred hadn't seen her do in weeks, "Anyways, your birthday is coming up, and I know we go all out, but this year, I was thinking maybe we-" Bruce began to yawn,

 "Maybe we..." another yawn, "We could..." she sighed, her fingers pinching her nose aggravated by Bruce, sure things had changed about Bruce. But he was still the Bruce she remembered, 

"Fine, guess you won't know what I'm getting you for your big day." shoving a spoonful of soup from his bowl into her mouth,

 "You have your own, and tell me," 

"You'll just yawn again." she teased, "And besides, I need to rest. I'm close to putting some clown guy where he belongs..." 

"You still work with Gordon?"

"Yes, is that a problem, Wayne?"

"I just think he likes you, Adathia," his face emotionless, trying to shove the jealous feelings taking over at the thought of someone liking his Yazela, 

"And I think it's time for me to sleep,"

"I think I'll join you," Yazela's cheeks flushed pink,

"Did I say something wrong,"

"No, no, no, you didn't... " 

"Perhaps you two could share a bed like old times. It helps me lots with the cleaning," Alfred suggested, 

"We were teenagers then,"

"And you two act like teenagers now," pointing to the empty dishes they left on the table, "I may be a butler, but that doesn't mean you can leave dirty dishes on the table." his glare like a stern father, the two both groaned and grumbled as Alfred had a smirk on his face, "And just for that you are going to share a room and wash those dishes," 

"But Alfred!"

"No buts,"

It was 10:47pm, and the two had finished washing dishes and putting them away. Now they were in Bruce's old bedroom, not that it was anything to sneeze about, though it had been so long since she'd been inside his room when he first left, she couldn't bring herself to go inside missing her best friend and not seeing him there felt wrong and heartbreaking, 

"You really don't have to do this,"

"Your bed is better than mine," throwing her blouse over the dressing divider, Bruce caught it, folded it, and placed it on a chair. 

"I see... Alfred could've moved you to the master bedroom," 

"That's your parents' room, technically your room... I couldn't take that from you," stepping out from behind the divider dressed in a midnight blue silk nightgown, the moon shining on her like a spotlight, and Bruce was nearly speechless. If the lights were on, he'd have been as red as a boiled crab, 

"You can have it, really..."

"Right, well, I'm going to sleep." she got under the covers, Bruce joining her, "You want a pillow between-" Yazela began to snore, 

"us." 

Gotham City - 1 Month Later

"Aye Zel, you seein this shit?" one of her co-workers asked, "What happened this time..." her dark hair in a bun, the two ran around towards the crime scene, "Some Gotham Wacko's going around using circus parlor tricks leaving around Joker car-" a clown head shaped bomb rolled it's way towards the two detectives, 

"You tell Gordon to call for backup now..."

"What are you going to do,"

"Get rid of that bastard clown..." running into the alleyway, Yazela held her breath, staying clear of the gas-like substance surrounding her,

 "Hey, gorg-" a pair of hands were on her waist as she elbowed the goon in the ribs, a clown mask hiding his identity. As he groaned in pain, a few more came circling around her, some with weapons, others with their fist locked and loaded. Pulling one by his hair, Yazela swung him into two of his friends, another she roundhouse kicked, and one she punched in the nose, but what she hadn't noticed was the goon behind her approaching her with a gun in hand, swooping down from the buildings was the caped crusader disarming the gunman and sending him back screaming he ran to Yazela, 

"I didn't need your help..." 

"He could've shot you..." his voice rasped out, thinking what would have happened had she gotten hurt, 

"But he didn't."

"I don't want to see you hurt,"

"And I don't want to see you arrested, Bruce," she said loud enough for only him to hear.

 "Adathia..."

"How'd you..."

"Just go!" 

"Adathia, you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Take these assholes in custody. I'll meet you back at GCPD, Gordon," she looked into the sky, seeing Bruce whiz by on a grappling hook through the stars. There was a slight love-sick look on her face, one she couldn't shake off and one she wished she could, "You like Mysterious men, eh..."

"Shut up, Bullock." 

Pushing past him, Yazela snarled at him, 

Wayne Manor

"How would she know it's me..." Bruce asked Alfred, who was patching him up,

 "Has it occurred to you, you both practically grew up together,"

" Funny Alfred,"

"I'm not being humorous, I assure you." The Joker hadn't done much damage to Bruce, but enough for him to hide his bruises before his birthday party, Alfred had invited everyone he once knew, from his Gotham Academy days to his days in Yale, he knew Bruce wouldn't like it, but he needed to socialize with people who weren't just Jim Gordon, Harvey Dent, Luke Fox, and or Yazela,

 "Besides, she wakes up next to you every morning, unlike those models you've been caught with..."

"That's different," cleaning up the cuts as Alfred helped him get dressed. 

"How so..."

"Well, she's a friend,"

"But Ms. Vale isn't..." 

"Alfred, I don't have time for this." walking off as he fixed his hair, his iconic part. The room foyer was filled with faces that he once knew. They now felt like strangers in a sea of the trauma he'd never forget. Sure, there were endless presents and food, but there was only one person he wished was there, 

"Shit... shit ... shit fucking turn green already!" Yazela shouted, driving in her sapphire blue gown. She didn't want to be late. After all, she had gotten Bruce something he'd never forget. Turning in hot, she had finally arrived at the manor,

"So Bruce... seeing anyone..." a woman asked, drinking champagne. His glance was towards the door, distracted and not interested by their small talk tonight. Here he was, a glass of ginger ale in hand, smiling, nodding, and flirting senselessly, 

"Looking for someone?" Luke pointed towards the door,

"Sorry I'm late, Bruce..." Yazela glanced at him in his suit, her brain completely foggy from the site. She'd seen him clean up dozens of times, but. For some reason, this time was different. Maybe it was because of the bowtie, or how he was pretending to drink champagne or-

The prettiest girl in the room has officially made it." he winked at her, taking her by the arm. He felt honored to have her by his side, even if he could never find the words to say, "Should I introduce you as a Queen." 

"It's your party, Bruce, introduce me however you'd like." Yazela leaned in to fix his tie, his heart beat so loud a Kryptonian could hear it, "Your bow was crooked," 

"Have you met Her Grace Yazela Adathia," a few of his guests bowed to her, "Oh, please don't bow. I'm simply Bruce's friend," she giggled, 

"Oh... he hadn't told me about you... such a lovely friend adorned in so many diamonds," the young woman said, "I'm Marsha, by the way, darling," kissing her hand as Bruce looked at her, both suspicious of her, "Nice to meet you..." as the night went on and Bruce introduced her back into society, Yazela was standing next to his cake, watching from afar as a cluster of women gathered around him, she wasn't jealous, or furious, she was worried seeing how uncomfortable he really was around the group of women, as much as he was good as acting as a playboy he only had room for once woman in his life and that was,

"Brucie Bear, there you are," Yazela grabbed him by the hand,

"Brucie Bear?" 

"Yes, that's what I call my... fiance who hasn't opened his present from me yet."

"My fiance?" nudging him right where he had a bruised rib, "Yes, my fiance, my little martian." he leaned in, 

"You owe me, Yazela,"

"Kiss me..." 

"What?"

"Everyones looking, so kis-" Bruce pecked her on the lips quickly, the woman around him pouting and walking away, "Now go open your present, Brucie Bear." she teased. Yet again, "Fine... " following behind him, Yazela handed him the box watching him carefully tear into it. She couldn't help but smile at his face when he unraveled a box of special edition Gray Ghost merchandise signed, by the man himself, 

" You love me or something," Bruce asked, pulling her close to him, her heart pounding at the question.

"Of course, you brown-haired, brownish-blue-eyed, bat-dressing idiot." she pulled him close by his bowtie, 

"Good cause I think I love you too." dipping her for a kiss, the room got quiet as Alfred softly cheered amongst himself, 

"You owe me a date, Wayne," 

"Will a Gray Ghost Marathon work?" 

"You get the pillows, I'll get the blankets," watching Bruce run off, there was a hand on Yazela's shoulders twisting the arm back. She then looked at who it was.

"HARVEY?"

"I knew there something between you two... soon ontop of-" twisting his arm again "OUCH OUCH OKAY!" 

#bruce wayne #dc comic oc #bruce wayne x pococ #oc x canon #poc oc #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne open starters #yazela (oc) #New Fic

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Issac for the emoji ask meme! Im pretty sure he's the forest guy! Or perhaps the detective guy tasked with finding the missing prince? So sorry, i forgot that guy's name (I put in a lot of emojis bc its fun to hear u talk about ur ocs)

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

Isaac did fuck off to the forest for an extended period of time yes :D And the detective guy is Ruqing!!! I'll answer these questions for both of them

Also thank you bestie :D I love your ocs too!!!

Questions from here <2

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

Okay Isaac is literally a walking warning sign. I don't even know how you could fit everything on it. I mean he's a serial killer, his ego is bigger than the sun, he is a cannibal, and he has extreme power and control issues. I feel like that'd be a good start for the warning sign.

Ruqing probably would have like. A warning sign that's like "under a fuck ton of stress right now." He is not doing well. Having an imminent execution does that to you.

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

HAHAHAHA you don't even know man.

Isaac has mental health problems because you know. The trauma. The tortures. He doesn't really feel any guilt or shame for his actions—but he does feel a lot of shame over the things people have done to him. Why couldn't he have stopped it? He copes with this by attempting to not think about it at all which is definitely extremely healthy.

Ruqing has a lot of guilt and shame. Especially over the whole almost-killing-his-only-friend thing. He has apologized for that so much and it eats at him every night. Sung-Jae just doesn't really wanna talk about it. He also feels ashamed cuz his former family and friends abandoned him—was he not good enough?

❗ - What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

Isaac's main priorities are to feel powerful, to make sure that no one hurts him ever again, and to enjoy himself as much as he can by doing whatever the fuck he wants to. Mostly these desires manifest in a lot of murder. And cannibalism. But that's Isaac for you. The safest person is a dead person--and murder is an easy power high for Isaac. So yeah, dude has problems.

Ruqing's highest priority is to stay alive, simple as that. Though, avoiding his execution means completing an impossible task to find the missing crown prince who's probably dead, so he's not sure if he can really achieve that. But he's not going out without at least fucking trying. His second highest priority, if he survives? To regain his place in the world, the status he once held. And maybe if he finds the missing prince, he'll be back in the good graces of his family, his friends, and the nobility.

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Isaac has a lot of secrets, though few are particularly important to him. He loves lying and trickery (also it's a great way to get out of murder charges), so he has a lot of little secrets. He does try to keep them all hidden. His biggest secret is definitely like, all his trauma. He will not tell people about the lowest points in his life, because he prefers to pretend like they never happened. He wants to forget about the times he was powerless, helpless, and hurt.

Isaac definitely has a lotttttt of repressed desires. Like the desire to have a friend, or someone to be close to. Someone to trust. But that's buried under heaps and heaps of fear and cynicism, so it's not really getting unearthed anytime soon. And besides, he also thinks that everyone's beneath him--and so no one can be his confidant. Sometimes if he finds a fellow immortal, he'll give into camaraderie—which honestly he really fucking needs.

He also has a repressed desire that he feels a lot of shame about—namely, he wishes that someone could have saved him from his fate. The worst part about his time with the executioners, and his stint in the basement cell? He knew that someone could have helped him, saved him, and no one did. But this want goes so against Isaac's preferred image of himself--an island, an exalted being above the masses--that he can't help but hate himself whenever he feels this way.

Ruqing has secrets. He has lots of secrets. They're not his secrets, though. He keeps them for his family and his friends and his government because they matter to him, and also because he'd be damned if he spilled anything. He does have some repressed desires--he wishes that he could live a life with no strings attached. He wishes that his family's love wasn't so conditional, that his former friendships weren't so fragile at the core. It's a repressed desire cuz he kinda has an emotional overload when he thinks about it, so he bottles everything up instead.

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

Isaac would say all the murder and cannibalism makes him happy but honestly it mostly just gives him a sense of control which isn't exactly analogous to happiness. He doesn't really have much that makes him feel like really happy. Except for good food and wine.

Ruqing has a cat that makes him happy :D He loves her very much. Also just like, hanging out with Sung-Jae. Eating fancy chocolates. Things that can distract him from the very horrible turn his life has taken.

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Isaac has a old silver ring he wears on his right hand. It was stolen from his first ever victim, a woman named Marcelina. She's pretty much the only victim whose name Isaac cares to remember, cuz her name is engraved on the inside of the ring. It's also the only trophy he's ever taken, mostly cuz he wanted to commemorate his new life that started with the whole serial killing thing.

Ruqing has a fun little locket that Sung-Jae got him. It's a silvery thing with a picture of his cat inside. The cat is very cute and her name is Birdie.

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

Isaac's not very good with physical touch. He does need a hug, but also he's really traumatized and tbh a hug prolly isn't the best thing for him. He's very jumpy about touch due to the fact that like. Most of the time he's had physical contact with other people, it's been very violent in nature. He's also pretty scared of other people hurting him. So like if someone were to touch him, he'd jump to conclusions. And try to hurt the other person first before they have any opportunity to hurt him. So yeah, not a good idea for anyone tbh. In very rare circumstances, a friend can touch him and walk away unscathed.

Ruqing needs a hug, and he's pretty receptive to physical touch! Honestly dude is pretty touch starved. The first time Sung-Jae hugged him he was holding back tears. Sometimes when he's having Emotions Sung-Jae and him hold hands :) they are besties

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

Isaac deals with solitude so so so fucking badly. Like he literally got immured alone in a basement for 200 years. He can stand being alone for short amounts of time, and honestly he's not really into people anyways so he's very isolated, but leaving this guy alone in a locked room is the quickest way to make this guy fucking panic. He tries to like, always be near other people, but never be with them. He likes cities, because there's a lot of people around but no one pays attention to him. Unless they're too crowded. Then he is biting and maiming to get away.

Ruqing used to be pretty good with solitude. Like he was the kinda guy who stayed home with a good book and a comfy chair. But now being alone makes him prone to go into a whole spiral about like, you know the whole execution and having to complete an impossible task to receive amnesty. Sometimes he needs to be alone to feel safe, but most of the time he likes having someone nearby. Especially Sung-Jae, cuz he feels really safe around her.

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

Isaac loves biting people! That's what. That's what he does. He commits cannibalism a lot you know. Also Isaac is a character in one of my friend's story and in that he literally greets one of his friends by jumping out of nowhere and biting him. For fun.

Ruqing isn't into biting. He doesn't get the point. He has better things to bite, like food.

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

THE ENTIRETY OF DR SUNSHINE IS DEAD FOR ISAAC This entire song is Extremely Isaac. I think the entire song fits him, but especially these two verses:

When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light? The room I’m in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it No the only thing that’s changed is how I see at night I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish For sunshine when the morning’s somewhere else But I can’t change what time it is or dilate my irises Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself!

When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I’d never go back? If we can’t see each other then there’s no more use for hiding I’ve decided I’ll abide it, why deny the color black? I’m not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator Damn my eyes for seeing what’s not there! I’ll trade in vision for a practiced intuition Till my fears come to fruition I’m not scared!

Honestly I might be taking the song a little literally. But like hey! If it works it works!

For Ruqing- definitely The Song With Five Names!! Also by Will Wood actually and from the same album lmao I think it's the existential crisis vibes, and these lyrics from the song especially:

You can break a shovel when you break new ground You dig dirt up when you dig deep down You should know better than that by now It’s not profound to know that you can never know

#kira talks #my ocs <2 #oc isaac #oc ruqing #I answer asks in an extremely timely manner. as you can see #I'm sorry this ask is like from 2022 I think #but anyways. these guys are blorbo

[theriverbeyond]

i know you wrote it a while ago but im OBSESSED with the idea of a chainsaw man tlt au please grace us with that marvel

aaahhhaha thank you!! i have somewhat abandoned those doodles due to insecurity over my own drawing ability but i am SO happy that someone else likes the idea!

sorry for the late response i just had to sit on this and then very messily type up all my current thoughts (spoilers for both part 1 of csm and general tlt spoilers)

John Gaius as some sort of Makima role, obviously. manipulative, groomer, the whole nine yards. etc etc. harrow should get to eat him.

Gideon makes a contract with Harrow, at some point, when both their backs are against a wall. "ill give you my heart, in exchange come find me and remind me of who i was" anyway i think Harrow in every universe needs to be beset by the trauma of Gideon sacrificing herself for her. this could be a fun way to integrate Kiriona Gaia into it. Harrow goes to hell to find Gideon and remind her of who she was.

as much as I love Denji and Gideon parallels, i do see Gideon as a fiend in this AU. partly bc i really think Gideon needs to devestate harrow/save her life with a contract. but also bc weird golden eyes, check. weird head, also check (dunks on readheads sorry dslkjdlsk). maybe the dead body she's posessing knew Harrow briefly as kids back before she died, and then they meet again way later when they get teamed up. Gideon remembers Harrow briefly through her body's memories.

I see Harrow as a devil hunter in the kind of Deji role of uh getting massivly taken advantage of by John :(.

her whole family has a contract with the Bones devil or something like that but in SECRET that's like mostly a cover for how they also have a contract with some Unpeakable, Horrific, etc devil that they allow to posess them to prevent it from running amok or something. Harrow halucinates The Body as per usual

when harrow was 10 her parents killed themselves because Harrow got too close to the Unspeakable Horror they have a contract with. Harrow had to make another contract with another terrible devil to make it seem like her parents are alive, or something

idk i just think *slaps harrow* this bitch can fit so many contracts in her and all of them are terrible for her, but like, none of them fatal. she's just very juicy to devils. like how the future devil just wanted to live in aki's eye, some devils are just down to Be Around Her bc her life sucks and they think it's entertaining. so maybe that's why she's such a wet rat of a person i.e. she gave her physical strength and vitality in exchange for something or w/e.

ianthe and corona are pulling the same con as always. maybe corona is the opposite of juicy to devils and they just Dont want to make contracts with her. so ianthe does it all. everyone else is like "why doesnt the fox devil let corona use his head? she's hot?" but in reality ianthe is the one w the contract and the fox devil does not think she is hot. so she gets a foot. maybe babs is a fiend they somehow convinced to do everything fotr them? idk. it would be funny.

jeannemary and issac have to die tragically. sorry it's just their narrative role.

dulcinea/anyone from the 7th house made a contract with some sort of sickness devil that they let live in them and infect them in exchange for using the devil's powers. it's like, a family thing so dulcie didn't get much of a choice in the matter.

haven’t thought a bunch about the others but i think judith and marta both have fox devil contracts. marta gets the head. judith has a foot or something. camilla is contracted with the knives devil or something.

maybe the lyctors are like the weapon devils? hmm. have not thought in depth abt that tbh

palamades ghost devil contract or something like that

this is basically an exercise is like, how can i make all the tlt characters who die in canon, die very tragically in my au. it’s abt themes

the resurrection beasts are like the darkness devil. still in hell because they’ve never once been killed etc. 

#bireaucracy-archived #csm tlt au #ask #tlt au

[randondeathwitch]

Forbidden Love | Enemies to Lovers| BL| Romance| AA

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TW: This story will include triggering topics which include: Racism SA, Bulying, Homophobia,Abuse, Self H*rm, and Attempted S***ide. If you are triggered by any of these things close this and pick a new story to read. It's okay, nobody will be hurt take care of yourself and do what YOU need to do. 

" Mr Pèrri can i go to that bathroom" Issac calls out from the back . 

" ofc just be back before the bell and take a pass  incase if you get stoped in the hall" 

Issac gets up and walks to the side of the room with all the passes hanging on their hooks. Which just so happens to be right next to your desk. 

" 3 mins. Bathroom " he grumbles under his breath in a aggressive tone. 

"Curiosity killed the cat" you think knowing that nothing good can come from this but you know your gonna  go anyways.

Issac leaves out the door but before shutting it throws you a look that makes your entire body shiver. 

2 mins pass

" gurl if I don't come back .. send help. "You say in a joking but serious tone. 

You get up and grab the pass that Mr Pèrri told you to get and you make your way to the bathroom. Your mind beings to conjure up ideas 

" what the f**k could he possibly want. Most likely he's about to beat my a** but hey that's fine, I could have one of those white girl "Yn" moments and we f**k but thats would  never happen." Just as you laughs and the ridiculousness of the thought  you open the bathroom door and out from the shadows comes Issac like he's Batman or something. 

He approaches 

You reach your hand into your pocket grabbing on to the pocket knife you keep ever since .. that night. 

" WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU FUCKING NUT CASE"

" I have no idea what you mean " you chuckle

"THATS YOUR FUCKING ISSSUE YOU THINK EVERYTHING A FU***NG JOKE. 

  Before you can say any snarky remark a right hook come clean across  your face. 

" WHAT THE F**K ISSAC" you lunge at him in pain and you guys are rolling around on the ground punching and scratching each-other.

seeing that you and Issac weigh around the same amount it's a fair tussle, but by " the grace of god " you somehow end up pinned under him.

[imaginationxlost]

I sit a single rose on the grave, not sure how to feel. It’s a bright canary yellow, a standout on this particularly gloomy day, even for Seattle.

As if summoned by that thought, cold water hits the back of my neck right before the rain starts in earnest again, and I find my eyes trailing to one of the only other stragglers remaining here after the service. Steven’s eldest son, sitting on the ground against his car. His face is hidden, but I know he’s crying, even nearly twenty feet away. His red hair- darkened for the rain soaked into it- is plastered to his forehead, which is only just visible over his knees.

Keeping my expression neutral, I look back to the fresh dirt over my best friend, and the lone flower stark against it. Yellow, like his aura. His favorite color. And it means friendship; I think he’d appreciate it.

His family didn’t bring flowers. It’s just the kids left, so I’m not surprised by that. Even the eldest, Issac, only turned eighteen a scant few weeks ago. I can’t fathom how difficult it was for him to arrange his parent’s funeral. It’s not unexpected that he could forget to get flowers.

This must be destroying him, to not even have been in town when this happened; he was away at college. It’d been a couple months since he’d seen either of them.

At least I saw Steven the day before he passed. It was a tense conversation; he hasn’t been happy with me for a while. In all honestly, I’ve missed him.

I will forever, now. My gaze trails to Issac again, and I sigh softly, and walk over to him. This boy…

“Issac,” I say, my voice soft as I offer him a hand to help stand, but he barely has time to look up at me with that violet gaze of his when Steven’s middle child, Ethan pushes between me and his brother.

“Leave us alone!” He says, almost shouting, and I can’t help the sad smile that graces my face. Ethan is like me, a social mage. His words carry a power, something that would turn a weaker man away instantly, but they just glance off of me.

Ethan’s anger is pitiful. This simmering rage, barely contained, coming from a fourteen-year-old child. I understand it, certainly. He has every right to be angry. But his anger won’t help anything. It just hurts himself and everyone around him, though that’s still better than the alternative, of repressing his emotions for the sake of his siblings like he usually does.

“Ethan, I just want to help. Your father was very dear to-”

“Please,” another voice says, quiet but firm, and my gaze snaps to the youngest, little Alexis. Her red curls are carefully pinned up and her funeral dress is more of a deep dark green than black, “Please just go, Dr. Harris. We don’t need your help. We just want to be left alone right now.”

Something about the tone of this twelve-year-old girl strikes me, and I quickly have to turn away to hide my tears. I can see Steven in all of them, so clearly. In Issac, with the way his mind runs a mile a minute and he slips into these deep moments of melancholy. In Ethan’s passion and his violet specked blue eyes. And right now, in the steady and sure tone of his daughter’s voice, spoken exactly as he would have.

As he did, once, saying almost the same thing, when we were basically just kids ourselves. Just seventeen.

“Please, please just go, Godfrey,” he said quietly, but with a steadiness to his voice that didn’t match the tears in his eyes.

“Your father died, Steven,” I said, pulling a chair up next to him at his desk, “I’m not leaving you by yourself.”

“I don’t miss him!” he snapped, “would you miss your mother?”

I winced, but I didn’t leave, “No, but I’d be hurting if she… like your dad… I’m not leaving you alone, Steven. I’m not stupid.”

“I’m not going to be alone for long,” He muttered, “Mary is coming over soon as she gets out of school.”

A pang of jealously hit me at those words, but I kept it from my face. I couldn’t stand his girlfriend, Mary. She was younger than us, but she was his neighbor, so he’d known her nearly as long as he’d known me.  

I was the best man at his wedding to her, and I loathed every second of it.

“Then I’m staying until she gets here.”

He shot me a glare, but his gaze quickly softened, and he managed a smile, “You really don’t need to, but thank you, Godfrey. Without you and Mary… well, I’d have probably gone the way of my father years ago…”

For his daughter to echo his words so exactly after she lost her own father… It’s not the same, of course. Steven was a doting father, very much unlike his own. And yet, those words, delivered exactly the same tug at my heart, and it really does take all of my restraint to not break down in tears entirely.

“Very well,” I murmur, “but remember, if you need any help, just ask me.”

“We won’t,” Ethan growls, and I sigh and walk away, back towards the grave side. I really do want to help them; they’re all that’s left of my best friend. The only real friend I’ve ever had. A friend that could have been so much more, if things were different. If I were a braver man, like he was.

I stop, startled to see a bouquet of sunflowers and baby’s breath laying between the two graves, my yellow rose no longer alone. It takes me a moment to place where they came from, but only a moment before I find the older woman, her coppery hair streaked with white from age. I’ve only met this woman once, at Steven’s wedding, but I know who it is. This is Mary’s mother. The only real family Steven’s children have left.

“I thought,” she murmurs, not looking at me, “that it was tragic for there to not be any flowers. I came back to leave something. You’re Steven’s friend, right?”

I bristle, unsure how to respond to her. I so rarely interact with the non-magical. I don’t even know what she does or doesn’t know about it all. Does she know that Steven and I are both of ancient mage families? That we were much more than friends? We were practically family, having spent as much time at the other’s house as our own growing up. That even as adults, we worked closely together at Vincent’s academy for magic, first as Professors, and then as Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster. Does she know that the only reason I’m the Headmaster is that because he refused the position, insisting that I take it?

“Yes, he was my dearest friend.”

“The rose must be yours,” she says, nodding at it, “friendship. That’s what yellow roses mean. That or jealously,” she laughs, but it’s a tired little chuckle, “but I can’t imagine that’s what you were going for.”

I stare at her out of the corner of my eye for a very long moment, unsure what to say to that. I didn’t know that; the jealousy meaning, but it’s almost apt. I only knew it meant friendship because he told me that, seventeen years ago, at a different funeral.

He had placed a bouquet of the things on my wife’s grave, before he took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “They mean friendship,” he said softly, and just that broke me into sobs, and he just held me and let me cry.

Rebecca and I weren’t married long. We were both just twenty-one when she passed, and I was left as a TA and college student with one-year-old twin daughters to take care of.

Steven couldn’t know how that felt; he’d had loss, certainly, but never of someone so kind and loving, even in the face of a man who didn’t chose her.

I loved Rebecca, but that was a love I had to learn after we wed. My mother would have it no other way; I had to wed a girl from a mage family as prestigious as our own.

Steven’s mother had no such expectation, so he got to marry his non magical girl. He got to marry her and be out about his bisexuality.

I could do neither. I didn’t even tell him that I…

And yet, at that point I couldn’t be bitter, because he tried so hard to be her friend, to welcome this lovely English girl into our friendship, because I had no choice. And he did that, despite hating interacting with strangers. He was kind, above all else.

Somehow, that didn’t stay as enough.

“It,” I say faintly, “was his favorite.”

I wonder how things might have been different, had I just been honest with Steven when we were still kids. Had I just been brave enough to tell the truth, not just to him, but to everyone…

But, well, he’s always been better than me. A fact drilled into me by my mother through constant comparison growing up. Smarter, kinder, better looking, stronger, and braver. He was always better. No matter how hard I tried, and it was effortless for him.

That got grating, with time. Even his kids were better than mine. Issac is a prodigy. More than that. The only thing holding him back is his own mind. Meanwhile, my girls have to fight for every bit of recognition they get. Just like I did.

If I had told him…

There would have been other problems, of course. Our insular community of mages isn’t exactly the most welcoming bunch to queer people, but we probably would have been fine. He was still respected despite being very open about his sexuality, even combative to other staff if it was to protect queer students.

If I had told him when I first realized… Mary may have never been in the picture romantically. We were only fourteen, after all, and he certainly didn’t have a crush on a twelve-year-old.

He might be alive now, if I had just told him then.

Or it might have ruined our friendship and our lives for the backlash it would have gotten. I don’t know. I can’t know.

But I’m always going to wonder what might have been.

“I think I’ve met your daughters,” she says abruptly, and I lift my head to look at her as she continues, “With Issac. Steven and Mary watched them for you fairly often when they were younger, right?”

“And vice versa,” I say, barely above a whisper.

“Carrie and Kaitlynn, right? I remember Kaitlynn in particular; she’s a very sweet girl. She was drawing everybody a picture when I first met her. I think they and Issac were just three then.”

“… yes, Katie is very much like her mother in that way. Always trying to make the people around her smile.”

“And attached at the hip to her sister?”

“Well,” I look back away, “they are twins.”

A silence falls again, only interrupted by the sound of rain and a thunderclap, and I can’t help but look back at the kids again, Issac now being comforted by his boyfriend as he’s clearly sobbing.

I can’t help but wonder if the inclement weather is being caused by Issac. He’s certainly strong enough to, and in his emotional state…

“I’m going to take good care of them, Godfrey. I’m sure you’re worried, but I’m not going to let my grandbabies suffer alone.”

“You don’t have custody,” I mutter, and she sighs.

“Yeah, because your people’s laws are ridiculous on that front; my grand children are of no danger to me, magic or not.”

“I don’t disagree with you, but you could study wizardry, and take it back to court, if they were to just enroll at Vincent’s, rather than be homeschooled in it.”

“Tch,” she scoffs, “and how long would I have to study it to change the court’s mind? Besides, Steven and Mary wanted them to go to normal school.”

“Vincent’s is an exemplary school-”

“Yes, yes, I’m aware Headmaster, but it’s not normal, and normal is what they wanted. It’s just ridiculous that your courts put Issac in charge of them, when he’s just a kid himself. He should be able to just have his first year of college.”

“Again, I don’t disagree; the laws were written when unions between mages and nons were incredibly rare,” I sigh; it’s still not exactly common. “Also, I’d likewise much rather Steven’s wishes abided by as well, but it’s not exactly a simple issue, because Issac is the only one who can do that. Even if the courts allowed you custody of them without enrollment at Vincent’s, Issac would still be the one responsible for their magical education. He’d need to uproot his life, regardless.”

She sighs, “I know, but an old lady can wish for something better, anyway.”

“… I’m just glad that they’re alive. If they had been home…”

It wasn’t intentional, but I am glad the kids lived. I only expected to be sparing Issac’s life, with him being away at school.  

“Oh, I know,” she sniffles, and looks away, “from what Ethan said, Steven might have known something was coming. He told them to go to my house; he wanted Mary to come too, but she refused.”

That news comes with a pang in my chest, but I quickly push the feeling down

Of course, he did; that’s why he was distancing himself from me. There’s no point being upset about it now. I just need to keep moving forward. No more what could have been. The only thing I should think about now is what’s to come next.

I take one more look the canary yellow rose laying stark against the earth and bid a final goodbye to Steven Riley. My best friend, first love, and my enemy. I’ll take my grief with me, but I have to leave any reservations I have behind.

#character: Godfrey Harris #character: Steven Riley #character: Ethan Riley #Character: Alexis 'Lexi' Riley #not tagging Issac because he doesn't SAY anything #story: sparks #sort of. it's like. supposed to be a stand alone piece that can exist on it's own #but it has you know. characters from sparks #that graphic was slapped together very quickly

[opalsdarkreadings]

Issac Boyfriend headcanons

Paring- Issac x Black!Reader

warning- none 

Notes- did my own infatuation of this man come in this headcanons, Yes. Do I want you to always be persuaded to like him too, Yes. Do I need to touch grass, Yes but by this time I need therapy 👩🏿‍🦯

Ps: E/s= eye shape

Nights are always quiet ones, whether they’re being shared near the open fireplace with a book in one hand and a cup of the finest wine In another. You can always find yourself being near in some way or another

His kisses are just as gentle as his words. His lips were soft and lush as he press them against your forehead, like a crass to your cheek. Issac wasn’t once for initiation most of the affections in the relationship, however, if he finds something you’ve done amusing or just wanted to display something in public to quench your needs. He’ll lean down and press his lips to your temple

But please understand, this man is indeed on the more reserved side. Might just take you months to learn the guy's favorite color, but he tries his best to at least make it known you are special to him.

He may not be able to initiate physical affections, but what he lacks he makes up for his vast wisdom and gifts he adores you in. Your rocky days, spent with his deep chill voice whispering soft words of understanding and comfort. (Yes, I’m little of bias and it’s being shown here)

I have no doubt, he too goes through his days of depression and self-isolation. As tough as it may sound. giving him space he needs to think is crucial, as he may snap on you and give you the cold shoulder. However, his apologies aren’t immediate and expect him to display a sort of nonchalant behavior about it too.

However, he’s not clueless. He knows in some way, that his words or actions may have hurt you. It just takes him some time to roll over and mumble a soft apology to you.

If you can relate to having a similar past, he might be even more open to talking about his trauma and abuse he’s suffered as a young lad and so forth. But be prepared for cryptic messages and riddles to be solved

Issac is beyond touch starved, however, he is so used to the lack of affections he doesn’t realize it till you cupped his cheek, holding it with so much care in your palm before planting a kiss on his lips that he enjoyed this sort of affection.

He’ll never utter the words but subtle signs will be laid out for you. For instance, he’ll brush his arms against yours’s hoping you’ll get the memo and link hands with him. If he’s wanting a kiss, he’ll be hyper-focus on your face always locking over lips as you speak. If he’s searching for a hug, you’ll find his hand resting over the small of your back as he pushes you closer to him.

If you’re completely oblivious to it all, he won’t become angry with you. To be exact it might just compel him to be a little bit bolder. Besides Issac is a bit of a brat, he going to get what he wants.

He loves you, he just has his own special way in showing it

Longingly you gaze to your lover, his brow knitted together as he read over some dusty old book that looked ready to crumble. Leaning on your palm, elbow resting over the chair's arm, you soak in every little detail of the man before you.

“I can you feel drooling.” He tells you, glancing at you with a small smile gracing his features, something you’ve become accustomed to seeing more often.

Shrugging you grin at him leaning forward a little, “Is it a crime to drool over the one you love?” You asked him, smiling as he finally closed the book and gaze his attention at you.

You could feel his gaze scanning over your face from your E/S down to your lips. The large windows panes now in full display since the curtains were tugged back, allowed for the sharp golden rays of the afternoon sun to cast a soft halo over to your body. Beautiful (dark, light brown, etc) melanated skin seemingly being kissed by the sun god itself.

“Y/n.” He spoke softly, slowly getting up from his chair and taking long strides to you. You watched him with an unwavering gaze as he comes and cups your cheek in his large palm. His hands feeling like soft velvet as he stroked over your cheek.

He did nothing, simply taking you in with a soft smile before pressing his lips to your forehead. Instinctively you shut your eyes humming with satisfaction as he trailed a kiss to your nose then to your lips. As he pulls away he mumbles, “You understand, that I adore you right?”

You nod slowly, smiling back to him, “I love you too.” You said understanding what he wanted to say.

“Now will you let me read woman?” He asked picking up the discarded book he sat down and flipping through the pages.

Pouting you, fold your arms, “Was that simply for you to shut me up?”

He chuckles, glancing to you, “Maybe.”

All around, Issac is a gentle lover, your needs matter to him just as much as his own. He may not say often but you mean the world to him, you are the few joys in his life and he would be damned if he allowed for you to get away.

#black reader x castlevania #castlevania #issac castlevania #castlevania x reader #Issac x reader

[exmormondragon]

When everything finally came together about the gospel, it was less about things falling apart and my shelf breaking.

It was more like waking up one day to realize that I just… didn’t believe the same thing as the church anymore.

Of looking back and realizing that my beliefs hadn’t synced up with the church for a long time. Seeing where dominoes had fallen and I hadn’t even noticed at the time.

It started with the devil.

As they say it will, of course. I’ve heard the saying that “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn’t exist.” And this was true. At some point, I just stopped really believing in a real, physical or spiritual Satan that tries to tempt us. I couldn’t fit that idea in with how our human minds work, with how mistakes and learning happen.

So I came to believe that the Devil was… a metaphor, or something to that effect. A culmination of human flaws.

That led to the idea of blessings. Because if we do good, we’ll have blessings, right? Good things will happen to us? One of the classic questions is “Why do bad things happen to good people,” but the church had already explained that to me. What they hadn’t explained is why good things happen to people who aren’t part of the church, regardless of their good-or-badness.

But of course, God loves all his children. He won’t let good people go unrewarded in this life just because they’re unaware of the One True Church (yet)! That’s why there is Truth in all religion.

So I came to accept that good things could happen to you outside the church.

Ignorance will not damn you. That’s a tenant of the church, presuming that you’ll be taught in the afterlife. Of course you’ll have a chance in the next life, if you didn’t have one here. God isn’t unreasonable!

So I came to understand that it didn’t matter if you were in the church or not. I still believed, vaguely, but deeply, that it was important to be a part of the church. But I didn’t feel bad for people who were just living their normal lives. It didn’t matter in the end, after all, they would still get their chance.

I learned about Personal Revelation from the church, and how many forms it could appear in. Flashes of inspiration, comfort like the rising sun. I felt them myself, when I suddenly connected two things in a way that made sense to me.

And people outside the church got them too. Einstein wasn’t a Mormon, nor Thomas Edison, or Issac Newton.

So, building off the ideas of blessings, I came to believe that God would use the Holy Ghost to bless anyone with inspiration, to help humanity, to help people grow.

The church taught me that anyone could change, that the Atonement could bring grace and mercy and eventual perfection to anyone at all.

Learning about people, I came to believe that, given enough time and resources, that we could theoretically understand exactly why someone is the way they are, and have the therapeutic tools to help them remove bad habits and create good ones.

And so, believing God is all-knowing and all-loving, and that we have eternity to figure ourselves out, I thought that it should be child’s play for God to help each person truly understand themselves and change for the better.

In the end, I found myself believing in a world that God created with the Big Bang, and then that he sat back and let it run, like a computer program. No devil, no blessings, no need for you to believe the gospel in this life. You are born to get a body, live to gain experiences, and then everyone will reach their full potential in the next life and be happy forever.

And then

The church reminded me

That it believes in a very real, very present devil.

That it believes that only worthy members of the church get the Holy Ghost to guide them.

That it believes in real, physical blessings that are not natural, but created by God.

And most importantly, that it doesn’t believe that everyone can or will be saved. It does, and must believe that there will be many souls who God, with his limitless power and understanding, cannot save, and will be locked away in lesser, sadder heavens for eternity.

And I realized, slowly at first, and then rather suddenly, that I didn’t believe that.

I was lucky. The church, and my parents in particular, were very dedicated in teaching me the gospel. It taught me to love, to believe in others, to trust, and to study and learn and grow.

They taught me so well, in fact, that they taught me right out of the gospel.

#exmormon #exmo #apostate #leaving #ex cult

[pennylanefics]

New Life - Isaac Lahey

a/n: thanks to @fifty-shades-of-grace for the idea! i’ve had this in mind for so long but never felt the motivation to write it, but her post pushed me to do so!!

•••

“So what do we do now?” You and the pack were together at Scott’s house, hours after Allison was killed. None of you knew what to do or say. Scott was heartbroke and didn’t say much since Chris took her away.

Isaac was the same. They had just started dating and you could tell he was taking it hard. He was crying silently, tears have been streaming down his face nonstop. You wanted to comfort him and hold him, but you knew it wasn’t the right time.

You’ve liked Isaac for the longest time, ever since you first met. But he always made it clear that you were just a friend, and you dealt with it. And now definitely wasn’t the time to act on anything.

“I don’t know,” Scott whispers hoarsely. “I don’t know what to do now that she’s gone.”

“It happens, Scott. It’s something supernaturals have to deal with,” Derek tells him. You glare at the older man and scoff.

“Allison was human, Derek. She didn’t deserve to die,” Isaac defends.

“And when you’re human getting involved with the supernatural, you have to know the risk of being killed. They don’t have the strength or healing abilities that we do.”

“So that means you think it’s okay if (Y/N) dies because she’s human as well?!” Isaac shouts. Derek says nothing, glancing at you for a quick moment.

“Shit happens.”

“That still doesn’t make it okay that she died,” Scott murmurs.

The room falls silent, only sniffles and sighs being heard.

“I wanna move away from Beacon Hills,” Isaac mumbles. “I don’t think I can be here anymore and constantly be reminded of her.” You stare at him as he speaks, his eyes glued to the floor, though. He was nervous to hear everyone’s thoughts.

“If that’s what you feel like is best for you, then do it,” Scott tells him. “Don’t stay here and torture yourself.”

‘“I wouldn’t mind getting away either,” you say to yourself. Isaac looks up to you and smiles.

“Come with me,” he offers. Your eyebrows furrow and you think. The main reason you wanted to get away was because of Isaac. You didn’t want to stay here and be reminded that he’s gone because his girlfriend died.

“Oh, no. I don’t want to-“

“No, it’ll be good! We’ll be away from here but still have each other, someone who understands what the other has gone through.”

“Are you sure?” He smiles and nods.

“Yeah. We’ve always been good friends and it’ll be nice to spend time with one another without the rest of the pack. I feel like we never got a chance to grow close.” You grin a little, your heart cracking slightly as you nod.

“Uh, sure. I guess I’ll go with you.”

“Where are you planning on going?” Kira asks. Isaac thinks for a moment.

“Paris,” he announces. Your eyes widen in shock.

“Paris, France?”

“Know any other Paris’s?” You chuckle nervously.

“I guess not,” you respond. “It’s just far away.”

“That’s the point.” You don’t respond as the realization settles in.

“Okay,” you finally say. “I’ll move to Paris with you.” Issac smiles and reaches over to give you a side hug. He keeps you near him, though, needing the comfort.

After that night, you and Isaac spent your remaining days in Beacon Hills packing and planning flights and housing for when you get to France. On the day you left, the pack joined you two at the airport.

“I’ll miss you, Scott,” you whisper as he pulls you into a huge hug.

“We’ll talk soon. Just don’t forget about us.” You nod against his shoulder and pull back to give Kira a hug.

“Let me know if anything happens with you and Isaac,” she says, raising her eyebrows teasingly. You giggle and shrug it off.

“I don’t expect anything to. And I’m okay with it.” She frowns and rubs your back. You glance over at Isaac and see that he’s staring at you. Was he listening to your conversations?

You walk over to him, pushing your thoughts to the back of your mind.

“You ready to get out of here?” You ask him. He nods and picks his bags up.

“Bye everyone!” You two wave to the pack and walk inside the airport. Isaac wraps an arm around you and kisses your forehead, a gesture he’s always done, but this time, it sends butterflies to your stomach.

The trip was long and tiring. One trip from California to Atlanta, waiting in the airport for the plane to Europe, and waiting in customs once in France. But finally, around dinnertime, you were settled in the apartment in Montmartre you were renting for the time being.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted,” you flop onto the bed in one of the rooms. Isaac brings your suitcases into the room and joins you on the bed, looking out at the view of the city from the window.

“Me too. So,” he sighs, “what now?”

“We begin a new chapter of our lives without the supernatural?”

“I mean, I can only escape it so much, I still am a werewolf,” he laughs.

“That’s true, but you won’t have to deal with losing any more friends to crazy ass monsters.”

“Yeah. I can’t lose anyone else. Especially you.” You could’ve sworn you heard his voice waver a little, but you quickly forgot about it as Isaac announced he was going to pick up some dinner from a nearby restaurant.

A month and a half passes and although it’s a hard adjustment, you were starting to feel at home. The little village you lived in was quaint and quiet, and everyone was so nice. One of your neighbors offered to help teach you French, which Isaac was doing as well, since he’s been learning it for years.

Every other night, you, Isaac and your neighbor ate dinner together and she taught you questions, statements, orders, and etiquette, all the important stuff to at least get around.

“So, Isaac, have you found a special woman here yet?” Amelie asks him with a smile on her face. You raise your eyebrows at him and smirk. He chuckles nervously and looks down at his plate.

“Uh, no. I’m still trying to get over my last girlfriend’s death. I don’t think I’m ready to move on just yet.” He pushes around a piece of beef on his plate.

“You’ll find someone. There’s lots of sweet girls around here and a lot of them are very cute. I’m sure they’d love an American boyfriend.” You giggle as a blush covers his cheeks.

“I’m not sure about it just yet.” Amelie brushes it off and goes back to teaching you phrases. For the rest of the afternoon, you can’t help but notice Isaac’s distant behavior. He seems spaced out, thinking about stuff, or caught up with thoughts of Allison.

“(Y/N) and I were going to watch the sunset on the hill of the Sacré-Cœur,” Isaac says, standing up to bring his plate over to the sink. You get up and thank Amelie for the lesson today and walk out of her house.

Isaac makes a quick stop at your apartment to grab a blanket and a picnic basket before meeting back up with you and beginning the trek to the hill.

It was pretty empty for a weekend, but you figured everyone was at clubs and bars instead of having picnics and relaxing.

“Here we are,” Isaac lays the blanket down and opens the basket. He hands you a piece of chocolate cake from your favorite restaurant and grabs the other for himself. As you enjoy the dessert, the sun begins to set, creating a golden glow over the area.

“It’s so beautiful,” you murmur in awe. Isaac hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you finished off the slice. The sunlight showered you in a stunning way, and he couldn’t help but finally come to the realization of how truly beautiful he thinks you are.

“Yeah,” he whispers, practically in a trance. You glance over at him and laugh.

“You alright, Isaac?” You place the trash back in the basket and take out a bottle of water for yourself.

“Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk about.”

“Okay,” you push him to continue. He pauses, fiddling with his hands.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and being here, I’ve been able to clear my mind and focus on it. I-” He hesitates. Your eyebrows furrowed together as he struggles to explain.

“I know I said that I’m not ready for a relationship because of Allison. But I’ve made progress and I think I’m ready to move on.”

“That’s great, Isaac! I think coming here was a good idea for you. I’ve noticed you changed a lot and you seem happier, with bad days here and there of course. But I can tell you’re starting to come to terms with it.”

“I have, all thanks to you.” You smile and rub his shoulder.

“I’m happy you asked me to come along. It’s been so much fun and I honestly can’t explain how refreshing it is to not have to deal with some supernatural being every few months.” He laughs, agreeing with you.

“That’s not all.” You nod and stare at him, waiting for the next topic.

“I’ve fallen for you, more than I was expecting to. To be honest, I never even thought about it until I heard you at the airport saying bye to Kira.” You gasp and smack his shoulder playfully.

“You were listening to us!” He giggles and swats your hand away.

“I didn’t mean to! Everyone got quiet and my hearing zoned in on you.”

“How come you didn’t say anything then?” He shrugs.

“I was still dealing with Allison’s death and it confused me even more. I guess I’ve always had feelings for you deep down, but we were always good friends, and I often heard you talking to Lydia about a guy you liked, so I didn’t make any moves.”

“You dumbass, that guy was you!” His eyes widen and he lets out a long exhale.

“I’m so stupid,” he face falms himself. You grab his wrist to move his hands away and kiss his cheek.

“You’re not. I was okay with being friends. If anything, I’m glad we were because I can’t imagine my life without you. I was okay with waiting for you to figure out that I am pretty amazing.” he laughs and caresses your cheek.

“You are pretty amazing,” he whispers. His eyes dart down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. With a small nod, you give him permission to do what he wants. He slowly leans in and presses his lips to yours, your heart bursting with love. You can’t help but smile, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck, I’ve waited for this for so long,” you breathe out.

“How long?”

“Remember the day I got attacked by the kanima? It threw me against the wall of the school and you took my pain away before taking me to the hospital?” Isaac swallows hard.

“I’ll never forget that day.”

“I won’t either. It’s the day I fell in love with you.” Isaac grins and kisses you again.

“Um, I’m sorry, but I can’t say that back just yet,” he tells you, worried of your reaction.

“I didn’t expect you to. i just wanted you to know that.”

“And when the time is right, I’ll be happy to say the same.”

You two stay on the hill for another hour, just talking while you lay in his arms. Once it started getting cold and more vacant, you headed back to your apartment. After showering and putting the picnic supplies away, you settled on the couch and turned the TV on.

Isaac stayed in his room, his head spinning with what just happened. He was so happy with how things worked out, but part of him still felt guilty and connected to Allison, so he called the one person who would know what to do. Scott.

You had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie when Isaac came out to talk to you. He quickly sees that you’re fast asleep and grins.

“Hey,” he whispers, shaking you awake. You groan and rub your eyes.

“What time is it?” You ask. Isaac checks the clock on the wall.

“Midnight.” You turn the TV off and stretch, getting ready to head to bed, but Isaac stops you.

“Can we talk in my room for a little?” He asks. You grin and nod, following him into the room across yours. You take a seat on his bed but he crawls under the covers, motioning for you to join. You immediately understand why he wanted you in here, so you join him and scoot into his arms.

“You know you could have just said you wanted me to sleep with you tonight,” you say. He lets out a small breath and nuzzles his face into your neck.

“I didn’t want to be awkward about it. I also wasn’t sure how you felt about being this close so soon.”

“I don’t have a problem, but are you okay with it?” He pauses.

“I called Scott and talked to him for a while. I told him that even though I feel like I'm ready to move on, it’s hard letting Allison go. I feel like I’m doing something wrong, but he assured me that it’s okay to let go. He’s done it and he’s with Kira, but he still has a place in his heart for Allison.”

“It’ll be okay. Letting her go doesn’t mean you have to forget her. I don’t expect you to suddenly move on so quickly. I know you really liked her and you were together at the time of her death. That’s a difficult thing to go through.”

“I really appreciate you,” he whispers. “And I’m so happy we’re finally together.” You pull back and stroke his cheek with your finger.

“So, we are together? Like, a relationship?” You confirm. He’s slow to nod, but when he does, he breaks out into a huge smile.

“I want that, if you want that as well.” You kiss him sweetly in response.

“I’ve been wanting it ever since you saved me.”

“So the whole knight in shining armor thing does work on girls?” He teases. You giggle and curl into his chest.

“When the knight is a wolf, who I’ve had a crush on for a while before that, saving me from a freaky lizard man and taking my pain away? Yeah.”

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[oyeoyeoye]

I have an idea!

This happened when I was thinking what Yohan would think when he sees Idol!Gaon, because I saw the You calling my name music stage again and well-😳 Anyway, here's the AU.

Yohan attends one of the social responsibility foundation’s parties, and as a special event they've invited a popular idol group for a performance. Yohan initially is disinterested, and only watches out of boredom/as a way to stop talking to the caucus.

However, the fluid movements and vocals of the group impress him, and he finds himself getting a little interested. What REALLY catches his attention though, is a man who looks so similar to someone he knew and holds dear...

He finds himself getting entranced by his voice, the grace by which he controlled his body and the beauty that was visible even with the blindfold covering half of his face. All of a sudden, the men take off their blindfolds mid-performance, and his breath catches in his throat.

“Issac?” he thinks, face going slack with shock before he catches himself, remembering that he had an image to uphold. Now he watches with more intensity, brain unconsciously cataloguing all of the differences and similarities between the man and his brother.

Too soon, the performance ends. Yohan sits there for a moment, contemplating this new information. He decides to meet him, if only to assess him. He doesn't have to wait for long, before the group comes to meet the caucus.

Up close, he looks like he's Issac's long lost twin. Height, face, hair-everything was the same. He smiled and got ready to meet the man-Gaon, Kim Gaon. At first Yohan thinks he’s just a regular idol, one out of hundreds, nothing special about him.

Then Gaon makes eye contact. He smiles, and Yohan is...stunned. Memories come flooding back, of his brother looking at him with that smile, those eyes so full of kindness, kindness that would one day end up killing him and leaving Yohan alone. He starts talking, and Yohan finds himself hanging onto every word.

He reassesses his initial impression. Kim Gaon is not an ordinary idol. He had an air about him, something innocent, naive, intelligent. So, so intelligent. It was present in the way he talked, how he was able to keep up with the comments and casual remarks about the country‘s political affairs, giving his own comment in between.

All while making sure he never let his own feelings slip. Yohan could tell by the way he gritted his jaw or narrowed his eyes when talking about a distasteful event yet made sure to be polite when giving his opinion. Yohan asks him questions about the live court and is pleasantly surprised to note his anger at the rulings Yohan gave. Not mindlessly falling for his stage persona, but rather criticising his method.

Too soon, they have to leave. Yohan realises he wants to see him again, to talk to him, to debate about different topics, he wants to feel the rush he felt when seeing the fire in Gaon’s eyes, wants to see how far he can push before he snaps. Now, how to make it happen?

#the devil judge #This is a very common AU but I forgot what it’s called #anyway I might write this? #provided I finish my WIPs first lmao #that list is getting longer #is this an excuse for Park Jinyoung appreciation? #yes #English left me around the end #so excuse me for that #GIF is from their song Aura #Go watch #tis beautiful #Youngjae did so well

[smol-jinyoungie96]

The Devil Judge - Kang Yohan and Kim Ga On

Four episodes in and their connection to each other somehow keeps getting complicated no?

There’s been a lot of foreshadowing starting from the first episode itself especially during the scene where the bus explodes, the shot of Kang Yohan’s face during the explosion or more specifically! The fire that erupts sort of shows that his facial expressions changed from cocky to blank,

And right before that scene when Ga On runs inside a bus that could explode any second you could see the split second reaction of worry on his face,

May be because he has a strong dislike towards the idea of fire because of what happened.

And then comes the obvious bug in the office situation and the explosion inside his office and him taking Ga On to his house for his safety of utmost “importance”

The bomb wasn’t meant for Ga On. It was for Yohan and Ga On was just at the wrong place at the wrong time so why was he being so secretive about where Ga On is? To his best friend who is a cop no less?

Third and the fourth episode made me realise that there’s so much to Kang Yohan that we haven’t seen yet. Yes they told about his heart breaking backstory but it’s only the fourth episode and I keep thinking there’s definitely something wrong there

Either Yohan made it up or he altered it or something! Because there is absolutely no way the real story behind the fire comes out in the fourth episode.

And the other reason why I think something is off about the fire story is,

???

Also because in the trailer there is a part where Ga On says “how do you expect me to believe you?” So it could be because Ga On being the nosy little shit he is finds something out about the fire story that Yohan either lied to him about or didn’t tell him about.

Coming to the SRF event in episode 4!

While Yohan absolutely had zero reason to drag Ga On to this event, like at all! Why did he? Definitely not because “i have to introduce him to a lot of people today”

My guess is that all of those people in that fancy rich group was there during the fire, each and every single one of them knows what Kang Issac looks like and yet none of them seem to be weirded out about the fact that the youngest associate judge in the show is a complete replica of Issac meaning they have all forgotten about the fire and about Kang Issac.

Also because the homeless firefighter, he stole Issac’s watch and ran away without helping him or seeing if he was alive and Yohan saw that. This man legit waited for 10 years to find that guy and take the watch back and walked away when he was dying, just like the man did to Issac.

So may be, just may be Yohan took Ga On to that event because he wanted to see if they remembered Issac and now he knows they don’t. That’s more than enough reason to activate his crazy side.

May be also because he wanted to show Ga On how cruel the real world actually is. Ga On in no way is blind to the social power of the society but god damn that kid is naive af. Yohan was right when he said that Ga On is like a baby deer.

Because first he believes the creepy nanny and goes straight to his boss and gets himself choked and thrown across the floor because the idiot asks him “did you kill your brother?”

Second instance when he came out of the washroom in that horrible horrible event, he immediately goes “is there anything you want to tell me? I can keep it a secret”

I get that he wants to get to the bottom of the whole Yohan mystery but i do think he is getting involved too deep in it because obviously now Jung Sun ah knows that Ga On means something to Yohan and even for Yohan, it seems that Ga On is a pawn in his own game.

Odds are, Yohan already knows all about Ga On’s adventures when Yohan is not at home. Ga On himself tells that “he has fancy security equipment installed” so the man probably already knows what Ga On is up to.

This contrast between them is so good. Ga On in white and Yohan in black. I feel like it represents their characters in a way.

I don’t think Yohan is a bad guy. But i do think he has his own twisted game for getting revenge from everyone who was involved in the accident and he is not above using Ga On to achieve it.

But there is some part of him that genuinely does care about Ga On, a side that feels protective over him because one, he is a literal reincarnation of his brother and two, that boy is so so so naive when it comes to people.

At a certain point i feel like Yohan is getting Ga On too involved in this whole mess because Jung Sun ah already puts the pieces together that Ga On definitely means something to Yohan and at some point others will too.

I will literally throw hands if Ga On gets himself targeted by the rich hypocrites for them to get to Yohan.

In conclusion, four episodes in and i’m already losing my mind because all i’ve gathered so far is that Kang Yohan is a very mysterious character who has a very colourful sense of justice and that,

Kim Ga On has all the grace of Bambi learning how to walk among wolves.

Send help

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[lovieebby]

The Crying Game

Poly!Oscar Issac x Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Summary: On a cold winter night, when Oscar’s sleep comes and goes, him and Pedro find themselves thinking differently when you cry.

WC: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! ddlg themes, crying kink, kinda dub con if you rlly squint, vaginal penetration, bodily fluids, oral/m receiving, heavy dirty talk, poly relationship

Note: Meda and I where talking about me touching base on how my theory of pedro (and oscar) having a crying kink, so here it is! Hope you love it from the depths of my horny corner! AND THANK YOU @pinksdaydream FOR HELPING ME THIS MADE IT 1000 TIMES BETTER!!!! 😩💞

In the large king bed with the heater ridding the cold breeze of the outside snow, Oscar awoke to the glowing moon. His arm was draped over your waist while your legs tangled with Pedro’s, comfortable and calm in the meer hours of the night. Oscar had been tossing and turning most of the night yet didn’t realize he fell asleep when he woke up with his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

He felt his lashes flutter against the whisps of stray hairs from your now loose bun that had held your hair before you fell in your own sleep. He kept quiet for some time, listening to yours and Pedro’s breathing in hopes it would lull him back to sleep, but his mind and body were wide awake. Nights like these usually consisted of him sneaking out of the warm bed and creeping down stairs to the at home gym in the garage, though something different stirred awake. A little voice chanting erotic words and thoughts as you shifted unknowingly into his hardened member.

With slow and gentle movements, Oscar rolled you completely to your belly and propped your hips up slightly as he crawled behind your sleeping form. You groaned softly, making Oscar grin lazily when your legs spread to brase yourself. Even in your sleep you know your daddy’s touch and the thought made Oscar’s chest swell with pride at his little princess getting ready for him in her sleep.

He brought the blanket down just a tad, letting it lay on the back of your knees and pulling your nightie up your back. Your body still breathed evenly, sleeping peacefully which brought Oscar to spit loudly on your winking lips, bending impossibly close to your pussy to do it once more. He licked his spit through your folds and gathered it at your clenching hole as you mewled brokenly in the fluffy pillows.

You tried to stretch as Oscar folded his pants down, lining his cock up quickly to your entrance before you awoke. The bed dipped with his knees, restling the placement of the blanket and waking Pedro up with a quick intake of air. It took him a moment to understand the situation, but soon aware of what Oscar was doing by the time his cock was seethed completely into your cunt. Pedro’s smile was small and pleasant, watching Oscar fuck you awake. His hand came to lay lazily ontop of your head and brushed the hairs covering your face as your brows furrowed in confusion.

Oscar was slow with his thrusts, but pushing deep within you, making your hips tilt upwards. He felt your walls constrict and relax in one flush movement, your cunt spooked at first but realizing who and what had entered, relaxing its velvet walls around Oscar’s thick cock.

You muttered something under your breath as your heavy eyes opened slowly, Pedro being the first person you see while your body jults and withers. You began to pant in pleasure when your mind caught up with the real world, Pedro’s warm palm pressing on your cheek as you moaned brokenly.

“Someone’s awake,” Pedro cooed, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes trailing to Oscar’s hands fisting your night dress.

“G’mornin’ baby girl,” Oscar grunted, his hips stilling to your ass only to pick up his pace.

You grunted lowly, pouting your lips as Oscar slid out then pushing deep in a slow thrust. His breath was hot and shallow on your overly warm skin, sending your senses haywire at the sudden pleasure.

“P-papa?” You mewled, nose scrunched as your palms came to rub your eyes though Oscar’s thrusts knocked your head closer to the bed, “Daddy!”

Pedro chuckled at your squeal as Oscar hummed in delight with a lazy smirk. You hiccuped with a cry, your arms pushing you up to see your lovers clearly but Oscar and Pedro both had the thought of keeping you down. Pedro’s hand holding your shoulder blades down while Oscar held your hips closer to his. You cried again, mumbling incoherent words as a plea.

“Up! Let me up!” You cried in the sheets, nuzzling your nose in them.

“Jus’ wait baby— Don’t this feel good?” Oscar grunted, thrusting his cock in and stilled to walk closer to you by his knees, making his presence known. The pressure made your eyes roll back with a short hitch of breath.

“S-so go-good daddy…” You panted as you looked at Pedro, your eyes gloomy and teary eyed.

Pedro’s gut dropped, and not the kind where he felt guilty or bad, it was a raw feeling that he’d do anything and everything to see you cry, whether it was for him or Oscar. Pedro released your shoulders and sat up quickly to grab Oscar’s attention.

“Look look look.” He whispered, pulling your hair away from your soft and drowsy face, “Look at that…”

You sniffled when Oscar peeked at your damp cheeks and heavy eyes, your pants deep and erratic as you blew them into the sheets. He groaned at the sight of you. Your hair messy and untamed with your cheeks pressed to the soft bed as your body slumped in relief when he ceased his thrusts. Oscar quickly pulled out and turned you around, your back thudding on the bed in a bounce as you squealed in surprise.

“God fucking damnit princess.” He said, perching your legs up to your chest as you looked down at his gleaming cock.

Pedro whistled lowly, drawing your attention to your Papa before Oscar plummeted back into you. This time he could see every inch of you perfectly, your pussy fluttering to be filled and the sheer fabric that covered your chest that did little to conceal anything. Pedro could see it too, itching to rip your nighty straight down your chest to fondle with them, pitching and pulling until you come on Oscar’s cock.

Before you could count to three, Daddy’s hands were wiping your tears with a teasing coo, while Papa stretched the fabric of your dress down your chest to make your breasts exposed to them. You gasped and whined at their pulling and pushing, feeling like a bone for two hungry dogs. You cried again while your Daddy’s cock relentlessly pounded into you with need as your Papa twisted and tugged on your peaked nipples.

The fingers, cock and dirty whispers were too much. It was a toe curling burn that crept up your spine and throughout your ligaments; a coil that was about to snap. You couldn’t help but to bend your back into a painful arch and beg loudly for your release.

“P-please!” You moaned, thrusting your hips up to meet Oscar as your body ached for anything. A shove, a touch, a smack. Anything would be perfect to your release. “Daddy please!”

You looked at Oscar as you pleaded, but before he could answer, you turned your head to Pedro, screaming his name without a care of how pathetic your voice sounded.

“What do you need sweetie?” Pedro asked, coming closer to pull your head in his lap while he sat up against the headboard, “Is daddy and papa not giving you everything you want?” Oscar chimed, his warm hand coming to rest on the base of your neck.

“N-no! I-I have to cum! Please let me cum Daddy!” You defended, tilting your head back and forth to beg to your lovers. “Papa!”

Oscar moaned as fresh tears fell down your puffy cheeks, his cock bouncing in the warm walls of your cunt as his bollocks tightened. He was ready to blow his release, but stopped his movements and pulled out, making you whine as you cried harder. He sat back on his heels with a groan, his hand running over your slickened folds and stretched cunt.

“What about Papa? Hmm baby? You gonna give him some love before you cum?” He cooed with a pout, his head tilting as you nodded your head fast.

It was a perfect way to prolong his release, and Pedro knew it too. An all knowing smirk graced Pedro’s lips as he bit his tongue. His cock was impossibly hard in his fleece pants, hanging heavy on his thick thighs, clenching every moment you moaned and mewled.

“You look so pretty on Papa’s cock princess. Go show me and Papa yeah?” Oscar’s words were hypnotic, dripping from his lips like honey as he persuaded you.

He gripped your chin gently, rubbing your rosey bottom lip with his thumb, entranced by the thought of you perfectly seated on Pedro’s cock. You moved your head quickly when Pedro’s hands came down to rub the rounds of your breasts, your cheek laying lazily on his bicep as you looked at his darkened eyes and crazed peppered hair swirled around his beautiful face.

“May I have your cock Papa?” You asked sweetly, jutting your lips as you rose your chest for him to grope you more.

“Ah, using your manners? Such a good little girl I see.” Pedro adored, your eyes watery and wide while your lips pouted, he couldn’t say no. He’d be a fool if he did.

He didn’t wait for you to respond, hooking his arms under yours and lifting you up to sit in his lap. His legs where spread out before your ass landed on his thighs. You wiggled back, cooing and mewling as your Papa fumbled to barely pull his pants down to forcefully place you on his cock. It was a different feeling than Oscar— uncut and thicker, fulfilling and smooth. Pedro’s manhood stretched you further and made you squeal and squirm, him jabbing and demanding at your cervix, unlike Daddy’s who sweetly kisses your endings.

“Show Papa what you can do, let Daddy see it.” Oscar grunted, laying on his elbows as he gripped his cock, letting you and Pedro watch him pleasure himself at the sight of you two.

Pedro was the first to move as you drooled over Oscar’s show, watching intently as his big hands covered his slippery cock. Your breath hitched with Pedro’s fast and deep thrusts, your hips working in speed to match your Papa’s momentum. This had to be one of the favored mornings, your cunt onto his cock while you watched Daddy fumble with his, it made you moan louder with your ass bouncing harder on Pedro. And the man loved every minute of it, watching your eyes gloss as you watched Oscar and your sweet juices coating yourself along with him. It made a lewd squelch, making Pedro pant his moans as he squeezed your waist to keep your bouncing hard and deep.

You were repeatedly being impaled upon Pedro’s cock, it tore you in two so deliciously. There was a burn from him stretching you but it added on to the pleasurable ache between your legs. You were starting to lose yourself in the pleasure, your hips starting to stutter. Whines starting leaving your mouth, you didn’t think you could handle it anymore. You were still reeling from Oscar, the way he pushed into your unguarded walls to right now with how tempting he looks. Your body was buzzing as Pedro started taking over.

“Can’t handle it, Peach?” Pedro mocked as he flipped you onto your back, your movements too slow for his liking. He slid back into you and started pounding hard and fast, making you yelp as you covered your mouth. You were scared of the sounds that would come out if you didn’t.

You used your other hand to press it against Pedro’s tummy, trying to get him to let up on his pace.

“Uh uh, baby. You can handle Papa, show me how much of a good girl you can be and take it.” Oscar said as Pedro pushed your hand away.

“No! It’s too big.” You whined, making both Oscar and Pedro laugh at you, though the laughter soon turned into guttural groans as more tears cascaded from your eyes. Both men didn’t think they would be able to last much longer.

From the side view of Oscar to the way Pedro pounded his cock, you could help but mewl and shake as you held your legs up to your chest. The tilt of your hips drove Pedro’s cock deeper as your fingernails created half moons on your soft skin. You clenched and pulsed around you Papa, your eyes becoming blurry with tears while your pretty little head fogged. You couldn’t hold your delayed release even if you wanted to, it came quick and hard, making your mouth drop open in a silent squeal. Your tongue jutted out slightly as your eyes crossed.

“Ooh yeah baby— Fuck! Su-ch a good girl!” Pedro gasped, smirking with an open mouth as he imprinted your fucked face in his memories.

Oscar released his hand from his own cock like it had burnt him, panting as his member flexed for more. The sight was beautiful; your curvy body bent deliciously, your face flushed as you looked at the beds canopy with your mouth wide. The veins in your neck protruding out, blood pumping quickly before you finally spoke out.

“Fuck!” You squealed brokenly, the tears finally falling down your sweet cheeks. “More more more!”

Your mumbled words were your lovers dream, a blissed demand that any man would oblige. Pedro groaned loudly, shifting his hips deeper into your milking walls as they enchanted him to stay put. Oscar watched with awe as he quickly moved to you, his knees quaking as he did. He placed his cock head close to your mouth and you didn’t think twice as you opened your mouth quickly to trap his head in your warm awaiting mouth.

“Is this what you want sweetheart? Huh?” Oscar asked, Daddy shuttered, his eyes fluttering closed as he smiled wide like a cat that got the cream, “Both of your pretty holes filled?”

“Look so pretty baby…” Pedro mumbled with a curt grunt, pulling and pushing slowly to keep himself from blowing his warm seed into your inviting canal.

You rose your neck, letting Daddy slide easily in your throat. Small mewls and moans were gurgled around him as your eyelids hooded over your blown out pupils, attempting to smile lazily around him. Oscar fucked your face, slow and agonizing at the first few thrusts, then became erratic and aggressive like he was claiming every inch of your mouth. The sight persuaded Pedro to move, captured by yours and Oscar’s grunts and muffled moans. The feeling of Pedro invading your warm walls and Oscar nudging the back of your throat had you close to a second orgasm.

Pedro could tell you were close by the way you were starting to close your thighs, a clear sign that you wanted more but didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Do you want another, peach? Is that what you’re asking for?” Pedro asked. He enunciated every word with a thrust, making you squeal.

“Ask nicely, you’re so good at using your manners peachy girl.” Oscar said, forcing himself deeper into your warm throat.

You loved hearing his grunts, sending your nerves closer and closer to another release, as did Pedro’s unrelenting pace. The pad of Pedro’s thumb found your swollen and puffed clit, the texture of his thumb made you jerk at the sudden contact. He started rubbing in a circular motion, the build up didn’t take long; stars bursting behind your eyes as your back arched off the bed. Oscar came with an erratic thrust of his hips just as Pedro did, filling your greedy holes with bliss.

You eagerly gulped down all that your Daddy had to offer with weak whimpers as your cunt filled to the brim with your Papa’s hot cum. You willingly and joyfully took every drop your lovers gave, filling you up sweetly and beautifully while you panted and moaned.

The moment Oscar released his grip from your tangled hair, you gasped loudly, your heart pounding in astonishment of the lewdness you succumbed to. You didn’t regret a minute of the rough and passionate fucking, you loved every single thing about and secretly hoped for more. But the flushed cheeks and heavy eyes of Oscar told you that the silver haired fox was done for the moment.

You panted with a soft smile as Oscar slumped back on his heels while Pedro’s soft hands caressed your soft tummy, pushing gently to watch his release seep out of your puffed folds. He groaned again, rough and loud, his cheeks puffing in a long exhale while his eyes locked on his cock leaving your body as well as his seed.

It was a dream come true before your friend the sun rose with its bright rays of life, warming the cold ground and awakening the winter birds. But little did the sun know, you danced with the full moon in the most luxurious way.

Taglist will be added in a reblog!!!

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[madam-mademoiselle]

The Ill Wind of Mozart's Horn Concerto No.4

It was one of those days where the rain was beating against the mansion, keeping residents at home. Normally those who are out in Paris at this time of day were occupying themselves in a little free time from their normal schedule. The weather being bad as it was, Sebastian forbade you to even take a carriage into the city to get what was on the grocery list along with the tenants' needs list.

You had more or less stuck with the same chores, wanting them to be done so tomorrow would be a lighter load on you and Sebastian. He had told you to make sure the windows and mirrors on the second floor were cleaned. The least favorite chore you had to do. There was that one smudge that resulted in a painful flick to the forehead. 

With Mozart's piano playing in the background, you swore you almost heard the same tune. You hummed along with it before realizing what it was! You snapped your fingers and smiled. Oh he was not going to like this, but! This was going to be worth it for you!

You waited as he played through an arrangement before coming to the one you knew quite well. Clearing your throat while cleaning the window next to his door. As soon as the first stanza began, you followed along singing.

"I once had a whim and I had to obey it

To buy a French Horn in a second-hand shop;

I polished it up and I started to play it

In spite of the neighbours who begged me to stop."

The piano stopped briefly from your… lack of the musical ability to carry a tune. You made sure the hallway was clear of any of the residents, starting your lovely melody as Mozart began his concerto again. You sounded off again much to his dismay.

"To sound my Horn, I had to develop my embouchure;

I found my Horn was a bit of a devil to play."

The sound of piano stopping suddenly had you quiet again while footsteps could be heard marching towards the door. You pressed your lips together to suppress the smirk that was trying to make its way on your face. Facing the window and focusing on the cloth, the door opens to have Mozart peering around to find the offender.

Those violet eyes were drilling into your person. You pretended to focus on the glass but turned to him. You gave him a smile, "is there anything you need Mozart?" The rag in your hand as you paused to give him your attention. Staring into your soul, he stepped fully into the hallway.

"Yes, I thought I heard someone butchering one of my concertos out in the hallway." You turned your head down the hall, making a show of it. You turned back to him with an expression of confusion. "I'm sorry, I haven't been paying attention. I've been trying to make sure the windows and mirrors are clean and streak free. Maybe some hot chocolate and sweets will help? You stayed up late last night working on your piece."

That part was true, he was frustrated when he described the music he heard in his head wasn't wanting to come through the way he was wanting it. When he did come to bed, he tossed and turned before getting up and returning to the piano. When you woke up to see him sleeping on the piano, you covered him with his blanket, and went to retrieve some Blanc from the kitchen to drink later.

Back to the current situation, he shook his head, "no. I appreciate the offer. Thank you for the Blanc and blanket earlier mein liebe.” His eyes softened as he reached to push back a stray lock from your face. Feeling sympathetic, you wrung the rag in your hand. “You know Wolf, someone once told me you need to focus on something else and whatever thought you were thinking of so hard before, will come in front of your mind. 

Seeing him looking indignant, you held up a hand, trying to soothe him. You started to tick off ideas for him to do. “Before you say you were playing something else, you still saw the notes in your head. Leave the music room for a little bit. Go to the dining room and get some lunch, I can make you coffee, or maybe go watch Jean and Napoleon spar, I’m sure Jean wouldn’t mind.”

He shook his head, “it's not that simple. It is at the end of my finger tips, the melody is there. Trying to convey it…" Placing the rag on the window sill, you take one of his hands in yours. You kissed the back fingers and squeezed his hand gently before letting it go. You knew he was a germaphobe and didn't want to push it too far.

"You'll figure it out and once you have it penned in the stanzas, it'll have its place. I won't keep you further, I have to get back to cleaning windows before Sebas finds out I am shirking work." You groan the last part. Thinking about any flicks to the forehead he may deliver if he catches a single streak.

He offered one of his private smiles for you before shutting himself back into the music room. You sighed and got back to work, listening to him play through his arrangements. Hearing the frustration in his playing as he tried to find the notes that eluded him. When you got to the last window and raised your rag to clean it, he started with that concerto again.

You waited patiently, keeping yourself distracted. Listing chores that you had completed, thinking of the shops you needed to visit in town, and even to the point where you were pursing your lips as you were mouthing along with it. He heard your God awful caterwauling for the first time. Mozart probably knew it was you singing and was too preoccupied with that tune to speak to you about it.

Taking it no more and ready to face his disappointment and horror when he realizes his significant other couldn't sing, you continued your song:

"I miss its music more and more and more.

Without that Horn I'm feeling sad and so forlorn."

Your voice had reached a deep pitch of the song when singing out forlorn. You coughed quickly to clear the tickle it had created in your throat. Quickly resuming where you had left off in your tune.

 

"I found a concerto and wanted to play it,

Displaying my talent at playing the Horn,

But early today to my utter dismay it had totally vanished away."

The piano had stopped abruptly. The rag dropped from your hand realizing what you had just sang aloud. Oh boy, that was probably the wrong thing to belt out when your composer boyfriend just told you he was having issues trying to wretch out that stubborn melody from his skull. You heard more than saw as the door to the music room swung open with more force than normal. In the doorway revealed Mozart, giving you an icy stare as he slowly walked toward you.

"MC? So it was you from earlier. I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt. However, I simply cannot forgive what I just heard." He placed his hand on the wall beside your head while you were staring at him with wide eyes. He moved to eye level, close enough to kiss him, his other hand moved to gently hold your chin in place. Maybe it was a bad idea to choose that song out of anything else? "Mozart, it's just that your music is so accomplished, that there may be some parodies of your work and that so happen to be one I overheard…"

He was silent, cool amethyst eyes watching your expression. Pondering about what to do with you. You had interrupted his time twice with what you called singing. No doubt everyone in the mansion had heard them. Grasping your chin, his eyes bore into yours, a small smirk started to grace his lips. "You had suggested I take a break. Come." Letting go of your chin and stepping away from you, he started towards his music room.

"Why are we heading towards the music room? I don't think it would be productive if you took a bre-!" Forgetting your momentary faux pas and getting slightly annoyed that you were still in your spot, he came back over to you to sweep you off your feet. "Your listening skills are as bad as your singing." That smirk got a little bigger as he carried you to the room. You glared at him for that little comment.

"I am going to take a break with mein liebe by giving her a voice lesson. That should inspire me." At the threshold of the door, he kissed you, teasing out a low moan from your throat. "Much better." With you still in his arms, he shut the door to start your "lessons".

*A few hours later*

Closing the door to the music room and hearing the piano's song flowing beautifully in the hallways you grabbed your cleaning supplies. Heading to the kitchen, you straightened up your clothes and hair. You happen to look at the wristwatch Issac had repaired for you, realizing it was 10 minutes passed the normal time the caffeine addicted vampires of the mansion took their coffee, Mozart included.

Arthur had beat you to the coffee grinder as he was drinking his fill of the precious bean water along with Leonardo present. His tool kit was sitting on the counter, putting away one of them. "Coffee grinder mess up again Leo?" Placing the bucket in the pantry and washing my hands, both vampires were silent, feeling their eyes on me. Drying your hands, you made eye contact with Arthur's sapphire ones. "What?"

"I didn't know Wolfie's bird wasn't much of a songbird. Was going to come out of my room and give you a standing ovation." Your cheeks were flushing red. You thought everyone had moved to the first floor, you had forgotten about the other residents that reside on the second floor. Arthur was probably writing instead of being with Theo. Leonardo chuckled, handing you the grinder. "Everyone heard you cara mia."

You groaned, hiding one of your hands. Arthur smirked at your embarrassment, "yeah. Mozart caught me singing to one of his concertos with verses that weren't really appropriate for it. He was trying to compose with a melody that wouldn't come to him and I told him a break would probably help."

Leonardo was silent, hearing the muffled sounds of piano playing. "It sounds like it helped cara mia or would prima donna be more suited to you eh?" You threw the drying towel at him, seeing him getting a laugh out of the teasing both of them were doing to you.

"It did, I'm just glad it helped. It finally came to him after he gave me some music lessons so I am happy he can get it on paper now." Placing the towel back on the counter, Leonardo left the kitchen, leaving you and Arthur. The smirk on his face grew the size of the Cheshire Cat's. "What? Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?"

 "I think you enjoyed the lesson too, bird." His index finger tapped to the place where his shoulder and neck met. Miming him, you felt the dried blood from where you had ‘your lesson.'

"Arthur!" Furious, you placed the coffee grinder down on the table to chase after the laughing writer.

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Thank you @aeoncryptic for proof reading and for the support for my first Ikemen Vampire fanfic shot!

The song MC is an actual song called Ill Winds by Flanders and Swann. Take this fic as you will, just wanted to have a little fun with Mozart.

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