#finished this one only a little after finishing the crow drawing

[grandline-fics]

hi! i just read all of your oneshots and they’re perfect, i’m in love. hoping it is okay to request something with zoro having a soft spot towards reader? he doesn’t even realize it a first, but since reader is somehow quiet and gentle (not weak though!) he starts to take note of small things to do/don’t do or notice their actions (ex: taking care o the crew) a lot more than others. thank you. <3

DESCRIPTION: Who knew you were Zoro’s soft spot? Apparently both of you are the last to know 

WARNINGS: none, just pure fluff

CHARACTERS: Zoro

WORDS: 856

A/N:  Thank you for your kind words and for this request! I hope it's to your liking. I've been feeling a little under the weather these past couple of days so some fluff was needed <3

MASTERLIST

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

It’s tiny things; little, practically meaningless things that are so easy to miss but they’re there. When you first joined the crew, your presence fell into the likes of his and Robin’s; strong but relatively quiet and easily looked passed if you wanted. You didn’t see the point in wasting energy needlessly and knew the value in waiting until letting yourself be known. Zoro unknowingly enjoyed that kind of calm you naturally brought and found himself gravitating towards it because it seemed even when he was in his own space you were still in his eye-line. In the beginning he found it a little strange that it kept happening, he knew you weren’t following him. Hell most of the times you were on the other side of the ship or talking with someone else so he cleared it as coincidence and thought nothing of it. As time went on, there was a lot he was putting down to mere coincidence. 

When you were all exploring new islands it was purely happenstance that you two walked side by side. Neither of you were the type to bound about and race ahead without a cause for urgency. He found he didn’t get lost as easily when you were close. You always seemed to know the way to go. On one trip Brook had commented to Zoro how lucky he had been that you were there to talk to him at the right moment otherwise he would have kept walking towards a path that would have taken him towards a ravine. Because of your voice suddenly pulling him into conversation he’d kept the right track and avoided possibly injuring himself and getting a lecture from the others. Lucky right?

It was also luck of the draw that when eating or drinking off the ship, Zoro was sat at the table in such a way that his back blocked you mostly from view from any unwanted stares. It was never in a subconscious way to keep you from interacting with others but it was like another sense he had that he was able to tell when you just wanted to sit with the crew and enjoy your meal. It seemed to go both ways too in that regard. If women tried to approach and flirt with him you effortlessly had a way of making a joke to dissuade them and steer them in Sanji’s direction. Was any of it done out of jealousy, possessiveness of the other’s attention, or an overwhelming need to protect? Not in the least, it was just doing what needed to be done to help out a friend and fellow crew-mate.

On the Sunny it’s no different. It’s not even a second thought, his body just reacts without thinking. In the early, barely waking hours when he’s finished his night watch and is about to grab a quick snack before training he always pulls out a specific mug from the cabinet and sets it on the counter. It’s never for him and like clockwork you appear just as he’s finished drinking a glass of water. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and stifling a small yawn you always offer him a small smile and greeting that is returned. You both pass each other, your only motivation is caffeine to see you through the last of the watch before everyone else is awake while he goes to the crow’s nest to train. 

After all this time it’s never occurred to you to question why your mug is waiting for you when you rise. You don’t know why but it’s something that immediately makes your morning a little bit brighter. It’s also routine now that an hour or so after breakfast, you and Zoro both nap; him to rest between his training sessions and you to grab another couple hours after your night watch. Nami occasionally glances up from her charts to shake her head at your sleeping forms. Robin finds it adorable while Brook chuckles, nostalgic over youth and love’s first stages. 

“Jeez they’re both so clueless.” Sanji grumbles, he’s accepted long ago that he doesn’t have a chance with you but is so infuriated that nothing has actually happened. He lost you to the swordsman who hasn’t even thought to make a move. Usopp grins and watches as you stir slightly in your sleep which in turn makes Zoro react before his body relaxes again. Currently he’s lying on his back with one hand tucked behind his head. While the other that’s draped over his chest, his fingers almost touching yours that are curled by your head as you sleep on your side. 

From his spot on Sunny’s head, Luffy grins. “I don’t know. I think they do know, in their own way.” It’s the little, insignificant things that you both do for each other that are easy to miss and while a lot of little things add up into something bigger, none of it compares to the way that you and Zoro unknowingly look at each other at any given chance. Because that is something so big that no one else can ignore. 

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x you #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #one piece fic #one piece imagines #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #one piece fluff #one piece requests

[teacheesee]

leg day (zoro x reader) smut- mdni

warnings: thigh riding. sex. unprotected sex. thigh riding. g/n fem bodied reader. thigh riding. thigh riding. thigh riding. thigh riding.

enjoy.

Watching Zoro work out was something you had gotten used to, given how much time you spent in each other’s presence. Normally you’d sit on a bench in the crow’s nest, reading or drawing or mindlessly looking out over the cool blue ocean. Today was an exception, your mind blankly spacing out as you watched him intently.

It was the way he did it, not just the actions themselves. The way he would hold in quiet sounds as he lifted or heaved or thrusted. The way he would tuck his bottom lip under his teeth, or peek his tongue out in concentration. The way he would run his hands across his thighs after finishing his rep.

His thighs. After watching him work out, you just couldn’t shake the image of them out of your head. The tan of his skin accentuating the movement of the muscle, the hard work behind them. The worst was the knowledge that you had them at your disposal all this time and had done nothing about it.

“Hello?” He waved a hand over your face as you snapped back into reality. He laughed as you tried to pull yourself together, gaze still tracing his defined leg muscles. Something about them was really making you feel…

“Is something wrong? You’re spacing out on me here,” Zoro chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“No, I just can’t seem to stop looking at your legs I don’t know what’s up,” you laughed. You sat up from where you rested against the bed, crawling over to where Zoro sat on the end of it.

“My legs?” You nodded, reaching your arm towards his thigh to trace the muscles outlined there. Your approach made Zoro shift where he sat, caught off guard by you. You squeezed his thigh and he jumped, eyes searching your body, trying to read your next move. You crawled to straddle him, weight supported by those strong legs you spent all day staring at.

“What’s gotten into you today,” Zoro muttered, looking at your lips before you brought them closer to meet his. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and hands wound into his hair, your fingers reveling in the dull buzz of it at his nape. One of his hands cradled the small of your back while the other pressed you fervently closer to him. This could’ve gone on for hours if your body didn’t give you away so easily, making you rock back and forth subconsciously against him.

Zoro lifted you wordlessly to place you square on one of his thighs, graciously giving you the surface you needed as you continued to push down onto him. He leaned back, hands still on your lower back and guiding you as you chased friction against the skin of his thigh.

“Hold on,” you said, getting up and hastily beginning to unbuckle your shorts. Zoro helped you as you stepped out of them, climbing back to your position on his lap. He had discarded his shorts as well, leaving only a tantilizingly thin layer between you. You started back with the rhythm you had chased before, his lips capturing yours as they had been. The thickness of his legs alone had gotten you this far, your breath heaving with the air stolen from your lungs. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, now focused solely on the sensation his leg was bringing you.

“Come on,” you whispered, your pace desperate as you dragged your core against him, the feeling of his muscle grazing your clit inching you further, “come on.”

Zoro groaned as he felt your arousal growing, and he lifted his leg with your rhythm, sliding you down quicker and harder than you had been able to do yourself.

“Little more,” you mumbled, taking note of how hard he had grown under his boxers, the brief touches of your body pulling a sharp inhale from him as he continued to shift you back and forth across his leg.

“More,” you groaned, more definitively this time, and finally making a move to get rid of everything separating you two. Your legs were burning from all the effort, but the look of satisfaction gracing Zoro’s features made it worth it. He loved knowing that his hard work was paying off, really paying off. He watched as you pulled his shorts away, your underwear following suit, and he shuffled towards the head of the bed, bringing you with him as you sat straddling above him. You leaned over, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips, dragging your core over his leaking tip.

The sensation made his eyes close, using all his power to hold back the sounds you were pulling from him.

Maybe it was the way you’d been holding back, or the blatant body worship you’d been giving him all night, but Zoro was finding it hard to hold back and keep with your torturous pace. You continued to drag yourself back and forth over him, savoring the delicate sensation, occasionally teasing him by sinking slightly down.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

As you teased, lowering slightly down onto him, the grip he had on your hips tightened, pushing you down to bottom out inside you. The surprise caught you off guard, completely overwhelmed at the feeling of him stretching you out all at once and so quickly. He sighed, feeling satisfied at the warmth finally surrounding him after what felt like forever.

After you recovered, a stubborn resolve marked its way onto your face, taking the time to lean down and whisper in his ear.

“Don’t move.” You nipped at his ear lobe, gently tugging one of his gold earring as you pulled back. You took back your position on top of him, resting your hands across his chest as you started to rock back and forth. Zoro’s eyebrows scrunched in compliance with your command, a testament to his strength, the sensation you were eliciting was driving him crazy. It took everything in him to not reach out, to run his hands along your body, to touch where he know you would want him to. Instead, his hands stayed glued to your side, neither pushing or pulling you as you tried to keep up your pace.

“So good for me, Zoro,” a sheen of sweat starting to appear on your forehead, “so good, all mine.” With your slowing pace and faltering resolve, Zoro let his hands take action, lifting you back up and down, back and forth, hitting all the sweet places inside you relentlessly. You became putty in his hands, your body exhausted and ready to reach the reward you worked for, the one you deserved. The tension inside of you was building to an insurmountable pressure as you finally let go with a shudder, Zoro thrusting you through it. The unwinding of such intense pressure brought Zoro there just after you, his strength finally failing him as he let go the praises he’d been holding back.

You shuddered a last time as you got up, laying down next to him for a moment to catch your breath. You turned to him and smiled.

“I love leg day.”

A/N: i’m sorry guys i just had to write about zoros absolutely delish yummy scrumptious legs i thought abt them for one second and then got possessed by some kind of thigh smut demon. lmk if i should write abt sanji with this prompt next. i’ll do it, just dare me.

okay bye now kitties meow *.•

#one piece #zoro smut #zoro #zoro x reader #luffy #zoro x y/n #luffydmonkey #sanji smut #sanji x zoro #zoro x luffy #zoro x sanji #one piece zoro #op zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro headcanons #ronoroa zoro #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro #one piece modern au #one piece smut

[makkir0ll]

setting the past (part one/ prologue)

ukai x reader.

wc: 837

synopsis: you coach a volleyball team, one of the best in the country known for having mostly recruited players. you take pride in the fact that you have led your team to win a national championship title. And with the news of the rising team karasuno, your interest is piqued, mainly because that was your old school. you had known that they were nicknamed the "fallen crows" and such, so hearing about their fast improvement you decide you want to see it for yourself. you call up the school and takeda picks up. you organize a practice match for later that week.

but what you don't realize is that their coach is your highschool ex.

a/n: woohoo finally finished part one of idk how many. i haven't written since my wattpad days and i have so many good ideas for this fic so i hope y'all enjoy this. i just need to like collect my thoughts and put them in order because thinking about the plot my brain goes like 100 mph but then when i actually have to write it, suddenly im illiterate.

anyways enjoy this!!

Once practice concluded, and the clatter of equipment being stowed away subsided, the Karasuno boys formed a line in front of Ukai and Takeda, anticipating any last-minute announcements before dispersing.

".. and make sure you're eating well and getting enough rest. That's all I have to say for today," Ukai stated firmly, his arms crossed as he surveyed the team.

Takeda cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the eager players. "Yes, indeed. I know this is short notice, but the coach from Kozue Highschool reached out for a practice match later this week, and I accepted."

"HUH?" The boys chorused in a mix of surprise and excitement. A practice match against the reigning national champions was unexpected, to say the least.

"Didn't they win nationals last year?" Daichi questioned, his brows furrowing with intrigue.

"Did they? I'm not sure but you know more than I do." Takeda replies with a smile. "But apparently, their coach is an alumna of Karasuno," He glances at Ukai. "Y/N, I believe? Do you know her? She might be from the same graduating class as you"

Ukai's reaction to your name didn't escape notice. He knew exactly who you were—the pride of Japan's under-19 women's team and, to add a twist, his high school sweetheart.

"Yeah, I know her," Ukai replied, turning to the players. "That means this won't be an easy match. Not only because Kozue is a national champion, but also because Y/N is coaching them. She was- is one of the best womens volleyball player. So think expect nothing less from her team. Be prepared to face some formidable opponents."

"WOW! A NATIONAL CHAMPION TEAM! I CAN'T WAIT TO PLAY WITH THEM!" Hinata exclaimed, his excitement palpable. "I won't lose to them!"

"Yeah, me neither," Ukai thought to himself, his expression unreadable.

After practice, as the Karasuno third years made their way home, Suga couldn't help but bring up the tension surrounding Ukai and you.

"So, Y/N is definitely Coach's ex, right?" Suga prodded, casting a knowing glance at his companions.

"Oh, absolutely," they agreed. They continued to discuss the possibilities as they walked home.

Ah, the history between you and Ukai. It was a tale of high school romance, filled with shared lunches, mutual support at games, and stolen moments in the clubroom. But graduation day shattered those dreams, as Ukai chose to explore college life, leaving you heartbroken and struggling to move on.

But some wounds never truly heal. Ukai remained a lingering presence in your thoughts, the memory of him etched into your heart as your first love, your first heartbreak.

Little did you know the storm brewing ahead as you prepared for the practice match against your alma mater, Karasuno Highschool.

The bus ride back to Miyagi was quiet, your team fast asleep behind you. As the bus slowed to a halt, you felt a surge of excitement—the familiarity of your hometown, the anticipation of facing your old school.

Karasuno High. The memories flooded back as you recognized the school's facade. Your stomach churned with excitement and nerves as you led your team off the bus.

"...twelve, thirteen, fourteen, yep! That's everyone," you counted, gently tapping your players as they stumbled out of the bus, still half-asleep.

"Why are we playing at a school two hours away again?" Haru, your team captain, yawned.

"Because, one, I used to go here back in the day, and two, I heard they're really good now. I'm excited to see what they look like. It'll be good practice," you explained, walking into the school towards the old gym where you spent multiple late nights after practice. you hear the familiar sound of volleyballs hitting the ground grow louder the more you walk toward the ajar door.

But what you didn't anticipate was a volleyball hurtling towards your face. Instinctively, you raised your arms, but it never struck you. A familiar figure stood beside you, his presence startling.

Ukai Keishin.

You were at a loss for words. It couldn't be him. Yet, there he was, saving you from a potential injury.

"Hinata, you can't be receiving like that!" Ukai's voice cut through the air, snapping you back to reality. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"What are you doing here?" you managed to ask, your tone sharp, eyes narrowed.

"What does it look like, Y/N?" he retorted with a teasing smirk. "Same reason you're here, I suppose."

You couldn't believe your luck—running into your high school ex at a crucial moment. Hoping to avoid any further interaction, you turned away and made your way to your team.

"Thank you for having us here," you bowed to the Karasuno team, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. As you started stretching with your team, your mind raced, your gaze occasionally drifting to Ukai. Your usual composure faltered, and your team couldn't help but notice.

This practice was shaping up to be far more challenging than you had hoped.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #ukai keishin #ukai #ukai fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #hq headcanons #hq fanfic #coach ukai #takeda ittetsu #karasuno #hq ukai #first fic scared for my life

[georgies-ftts]

GIVE ME THE WESPER ANGST. THE HURT. THE PAAAIN.

and not the “oh my god they misunderstood each other over something that could’ve been solved by basic human communication🥺👉👈”

NO!

I WANT WYLAN TIMING HIS EXPLOSIONS WRONG AND JESPER GETTING CAUGHT IN THE FALL OUT AND HE CANT FIND HIM THROUGH THE DUST AND DESTRUCTION

WYLAN MOVING AT THE WRONG TIME AND JESPER WATCHES AS HIS AIMED SHOT GOES STRAIGHT THROUGH HIM

JESPER GETTING BEATEN UP AND WYLANS HURT BUT DESPITE HIS PAIN HE STILL GETS UP AND TRIES TO DEFEND JESPER

WYLAN NOT GETTING AWAY FROM HIS OWN BOMB QUICK ENOUGH AND BLOWING HIS EAR DRUMS OUT OR GETTING BURIED IN RUBBLE

JESPER OWING PEOPLE MONEY AND GETTING CHASED THROUGH THE BARREL AND NOT BEING ABLE TO GET THE FIRST DRAW AND HE GETS WOUNDED BADLY

WYLANS DAD STILL SENDING PEOPLE TO TRY AND FINISH HIM OFF EVEN FROM HELLGATE SOMEHOW AND HE GETS CAUGHT ALONE IN A BACK ALLEY UNABLE TO GET BACK TO THE CROWS CAUSE HE’S SO HURT

JESPER RETURNING LATE FROM A JOB WITH KAZ AND WYLANS WORRIED BUT WHEN HE COMES HOME HE’S ONLY A LITTLE HURT BUT WYLAN GOES CRAZY

JESPER LOSING THE ABILITY TO SHOOT DUE TO A TEMPORARY INJURY

JESPER AND WYLAN GET CORNERED AND THINK THEY’VE FINALLY RUN OUT OF TIME BUT THEY’LL DIE PROTECTING EACHOTHER

WYLAN GETTING THROWN INTO A CANAL AND HE HAS A ‘KAZ’ TYPE PTSD FLASHBACK OF THE MEN TRYING TO KILL HIM ON THE BOAT TO THE MUSIC SCHOOL AND WHEN HE TAKES WAY TOO LONG TO RESURFACE JESPER JUMPS IN AFTER HIM (might write this one actually omg i’m a genius)

JUST. ANGST. PLEASE. I NEED YO SEE THEM SUFFER AS LONG AS THEY EITHER BOTH LIVE OR DIE TOGETHER AND LOVE EACHOTHER ALL THE WHILE I DO NOT CARE

#six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone season 2 #wylan van eck #six of crows wylan #wylan hendriks #soc wylan #jesper fahey #six of crows jesper #soc jesper #wesper #wylan x jesper #jesper x wylan #cw swearing #tw swearing #caps lock

[peppermint-monster]

Itachi Uchiha X Hussy. Chubby Reader!

Warnings: Slight Yandere!Itachi, Stalking-ish (Watching her every move by his crow), Blackmail-ish, Manipulation…?, Unprotected sex, Dirty Talk, DDLG, Strangers to Lovers….?, Blowjob, Protected Anal sex, Praise kink…?, Caught-ish, Public Display, Confession...?, Possessive!Itachi (Just can’t handle seeing his boo with someone else), Size kink...?. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also be mindful that I didn’t really mention much of the reader’s appearance (Besides she’s female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that all photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️ If you’re not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Itachi Uchiha x Hussy. Chubby Reader! How she happened to stumble across the strange man one night while engaging in a late-night activity. Calmly waited in an empty cubicle while checking herself in a little pocket mirror, with a lack of a bra, she wore a size smaller crop top tee, low waist booty shorts that did little to conceal her pudge's tummy and obviously fat fupa, and thigh-high socks with the sexiest high heels that highlighted her legs. Personally, she looks hot.

When she hears knocking, she smirks, smugly licking her lips.

"Right on time," She murmurs, making her way to the locked door and opening it to grab the strange man's sweatshirt, yanking him inside and pinning him to it. Now, the dude was an average person in his early twenties who appeared to be a boring guy.

"You know the rules," She said, slowly backing away and promoting the hem of her shirt in a teasing manner. "Anal only."

Before fully lifting up her shirt til her breast slips out. 

Quickly they lock lips with each other, tongues wrapping around one another while caressing his cheek.

“Ahn~!” She moans, drawing away when feeling her sensitive nipples being pinched. In a split second, she wrapped her arms around him, her shorts around her knees as he rested his hand on her chubby hips.  

“Mmm… Fuck, my ass is aching for your dick.” She pants out, drawing a hand behind her and to her ass where she stuffs two of her fingers inside, prepping herself. She continues to kiss the man, slowly pulling him close to her wanting him.

Sitting on the toilet seat legs wide, ass and pussy on full display with no pants on, she seductively taunts the guy, “Alright cutie, shove that thing in me~”

Prompting him by using her hands to spread herself wider to see her gaping hole. 

“Mmm… Show mommy how big you are~” Licking her lips at the sight of the tent in front of his pants, fantasized about how big his cock is until… “Oh… Wow…”

She was not expecting it to be so small much to her disappointment, quickly changing her demeanor as a fake smile spread on her face.

“You like that?”

“Oh yeah…” She plainly said over the guy's ear. With a neutral look on her face as he fucks her. “You’re so good...”

What was supposed to last 30 minutes ended up finishing 5 minutes after sensing he cum. Pulling out and discarding the used condom, she seductively goes and toys with her ass.

“You still got 25 minutes left. Don't you want to keep going?”

“Nah, I’ll be late for my next mission.”

“Oh okay.” She disappointingly said as he get ready before leaving.

After a few minutes of refreshing herself, she walks out of the bathroom stall and heads to the mirror to reapply her lipstick.

Well, that was boring, another day and another boring guy using her for his own sexual pleasure. Sure she likes being used and all, but she just wishes she could find someone who was more…exciting. 

Quietly wondering if what she was even doing was worth it.

“Pardon me, but what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” Suddenly sensing a shadow towering over her she quickly turns around.

Standing in front of her was a handsome-looking man with enchanting crimson eyes that almost seemed like they were glowing underneath them were long tear troughs. Having as well long jet-black hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail with long center-parted bangs. Overall he looks casual wearing a black shirt and pants and sandals with white leggings over them. Yet strangely he seemed to be wearing a black cloak with red clouding on them.

“My apologies, sir. I guess I was in a rush and went the wrong way. Silly me. Well, I should be leaving!” Trying to compose herself from being caught she cheerfully puts on a fake smile switching to her fake innocent persona before quickly grabbing her things and walking past the cloaked man.

“I see you put a front wherever you are. Always so polite and helpful to others. But then again, I doubt being so naive enough to make such a silly mistake.” She pauses for a moment, turning around to meet those eyes again, making her take a step back.

“How dare you speak to me that way!”

“You’re in the business of serving people, arent you? Giving them what they want. And I want something.” He said, ignoring what she said.

“Hey, listen to me! You don't know the first thing about me! Thinking I’m some hussy.” She screeched out, stomping her foot as she slowly lost her temper. 

Yet he remains calm.

“Oh really?” 

In a blink of an eye, he was close to her, leaning over and whispering in her ear, “You’re right. I don't know the slightest thing about you. Besides the fact that you live two different lives. One of them is helping your parents by working in your family's Dango shop, acting all sweet and innocent with a lovely smile on your face. And the other…” He pauses for a moment. “Hm. A naughty side, that would bring shame to one's clan.” She gasped, seeing the once crimson eyes with black comma patterns were now changing right in front of her eyes into a pinwheel shape. 

Suddenly she could see everything he was saying, whispering every single detailed description in her ear of what no one should know yet she could see it play out in front of her. It felt like she was in a dream, one so real she thought she was really there. 

Until finally coming back to reality, “How did you know it was me?”

"Let’s just say you stand out around here." He indicates while trapping her against the counter his hands resting on each side of her head. Watching her eyes wander to and away from his stare until eventually, with begging eyes and her hands clasped in a pleading stance, "My family - They can't know. It would ruin them, our business, and my family's name. Please, I'll do anything."

When she felt this strange man move close to her, placing his hands around her waist and down to rest on her ass, she gasped but cut herself off.

"I'm not one of those delicate chunin boys you select. I don't want a piece of the full thing, no-I want the entire thing."

She bites her lower lip as her body starts to tremble from the proximity of his body to hers, from him fondling her ass, and from his shameless statement.

“Where do you want me?” She shyly asked, clinging to his arm.

He backed away from her just enough to glimpse those innocent, doe-like eyes of hers and said, "On your knees."

Crouching down on her heels, she was met with an undeniable erection that was pushing against the fabric of his pants.

She gasped as she scooted closer, unfastened his belt, and saw the length slip effortlessly out in front of her.

So close to her face, and close enough that she could lean forward and use her lips to touch the quivering member if she wanted. And believe me, she does.

"I’m safe." When she looks up at him with lust-filled eyes, he utters it out while turning away. "I-I may not be big like the man you've slept with, but I will satisfy you." He spoke tentatively, still not looking at her surprised expression.

"W-Who hurt you?" She murmured this while stroking the thick member as she heard him sharply draw in.

Was he a moran? He had such a magnificent dick, so long and fat with him only being a foot away she could just lean forward and kiss the flush head. 

Closing her eyes, she moves in close to the length and kisses the leaking tip before trailing kisses here and there all around the girth until finally reaching the base of his cock while looking up with those innocent eyes.

She drew away and gulped down the lovely man's entire length till it reached the back of her throat and back out after keeping him in for a solid minute with saliva trickling down her chin. As her tongue aggressively travels out, lapping his balls while deepthroating him, he couldn't help but lean on the counter to steady himself. The delightful heat travels up his body every second as he attempts to relax himself.

He was a patient man by nature, but his curvy beauty always puts him to the test. While he longed to appreciate this moment, he also sought to maintain his cool so that he didn't lose control.

Yet he has no shame.

The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he grabbed the back of the curvy beauty's neck as she continued to sloppily deepthroat the strange man's dick while grazing the member here and there made his mouth drop open slightly. Secretly loving the roughness that added to the sensation and brought him closer to the edge.

However, as much as he would have liked to cum in the curvy beauty's mouth, he refused.

"Ahhh~" She breathed out, her eyes rolled back, and a satisfied smile spread across her face.

Taking her by the hand, he sat her down on the counter and fondled her breasts, making her gasp.

"It appears you like it when a man takes advantage of you, exploiting you in ways you could only think of. Isn't that why you're here? You don't want just any man to ruin you. No. Just that special one." He muttered huskily over her ear, his hands expertly wrapping around her plump hips and settling on her ass.

"That’s not true, that's not true at all -!" She gasped, cutting herself off from the feeling of thick fingers kneeing her cloth cunt, rubbing into her wetness before drawing back and holding it up.

"Completely turned off, huh?" He scuffs lightly.

"Be quiet." She panted weakly.

She wanted to get even with him and was about to smack him but was stopped by him catching it and pinning it above her, trapping her between him and the cool sink.

"You're in no position to make any demands." 

"And you are." She fires back.

When she noticed a little grin on his face, she gave her best bitchy face. 

"I believe so. If you'll allow me, that is." She experienced a chill when he moved in close to her ear and spoke in a gruff, naturally deep voice. When she doesn't respond, he gently lifts her chin to face him, and she swallows hard. 

"Hmmm... perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself." He said aloud as he started to pull away but was abruptly halted. He was delighted to see the curvy beauty holding onto his robe with tears welling up in her eyes.

"No! It’s alright!"

Her eyes widened from her unexpected outburst. She covered her mouth as humiliation overtook her. He chuckles, his hand failing to hide the faint smile appearing on his face, sending her heart racing. He draws her in close to his broad chest.

"Well then. Who am I to object to your wishes?" He commented, peering out from under her neck with a smug smile on his face.

Suddenly and expertly, the strange man flipped her over and had her lean against the sink counter with her shorts hanging around her buck knees, exposing her throbbing ass and sopping pussy.

"Even though you've made this unavailable to your customers, you want it, don't you?" 

"I've never felt this-," she said, trying to glance back at him in a haze. 

She abruptly cuts herself off, gasping at the startling sensation of something thick slipping in between her folds.

"Keeping this all tight for me?"

Itachi took cruel pleasure in watching her shake at the slightest brush of his dick running down along her entrance and pressed in hearing her yelp every time his tip brushed against her clit. “Do you think you're ready to take me, my pretty?”

She honestly doesn't know what's wrong with her. It’s not fair how her hands can't help but get sweaty when not even a few minutes ago she was cursing at this attractive man and now her heart is fluttering by that stupid pet name as she begs him to fuck her while trying to lift her hips so the heaving rod can just slip inside.

"Yes, sir." She eventually blurts out.

Not fair that he stands so close behind her with such a low voice grazing her ear while without warning, he thrust into her, slow and deep. Plunging full-length into her warmth and all the way down til it brushes against the entrance of her cervix.

"AHHH!" She moaned, back arched and eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head as she unknowingly was seized by the strange man's muscular chest, trapping her between the cold counter and his hot body while he slowly thrusts his hips against hers as one of his hands travels up and caresses her plump face before leaning it against the bathroom mirror. If anyone was around, they could have heard her loud, enticing shrieks, leading them to their fuck fest.

Finally pulling his upper body away, he began to move his hips faster watching the way her cunt gobbled down his dick over and over again.

‘It’s official, I’m a slut.’ She thought to herself. Believing that she hit a new level of low, allowing this attractive man to have his way with her, free of charge to keep his mouth shut. And right where any man could come in and see. She was scared to be caught yet also excited.

God, every time he slides in it felt so fucking good~ 

She cries in ecstasy from the sudden smacks her ass was receiving. Smack after smack echoes through the empty room and not too far along her whines and whimpers. Shockwaves after shockwaves of her pussy spasming around his length making the silent man grunt at the tightness as he tries to pull out.

Wrapping their hands together, he brought them up to knead her breast while he caress and toyed with her doughy side.

“Ahn!” She gasped, suddenly feeling the stinging of him giving her what no client is allowed to do. “Noooo…” Give her hickeys.

She could feel her thoughts numbing and fading into bliss as she continued to make sounds that a stupid bimbo is meant to make on her night out, which is getting her brains pounded out in a cramped public bathroom.

“-Nngh!” She lolled out, eyes slowly crossing. 

The mysterious man began to move his hips faster watching through the mirror the way her free breast swayed by the force of his thrust. She felt so good, the way he rolled his hips against hers caused her greedy cunt to leave a nice ring of cream around the base of his cock.

“Already creaming? Well, aren't you a dirty girl, huh? A slut disguised as a lady or is it the other way around?” His vein hand that was teasing her other breast slowly made its way up and around her neck in a nice firm grip tight enough for her to understand he was the one fucking her, no one else but him.

“Yes, I-I’m a dirty girl! I’m daddy’s dirty GIRL!” She suddenly screeched. The tears that glossed over her eyes slid down her cheeks, smearing her caked face.

She was a mess, her once dolled-up face was ruined with tear streaks running down her cheek, and her once glossed-up lips were now swollen and smudged from the passionate kisses they’d shared, and from sucking this beautiful man off, she must look like a mess to this man. If only she knew how pretty she looked in his eyes.

Until unexpectedly, the strange man pulls out and turns her plump body around, setting her down on the counter with her lower half hanging off, setting one of her legs over his shoulder and spreading the other as far as it could go to get better access.

"Mhm!" As soon as he slipped in, they both gasped in ecstasy.

Hours passed as they made sweet, passionate love, taking her in many positions that made her question her flexibility. Pulling out, he turns her around to face the mirror again before wiggling her backward to snuggle up close to him. Catching a whiff of his cologne she felt herself becoming hazy as he lifted one of her legs up on the counter for support and lined her on top of his length. Shushing her gently as he heard her faint whimpers, he held her chubby waist for support while massaging her breasts and leaving trails of sloppy kisses all over her neck and bare shoulder as he made her cum once again. 

Before taking her in another position. Still staring ahead in the mirror, she notices multiple hickeys on her neck, shoulder, and breast, but she doesn't have time to react because he cups her face, linking their lips together as their bodies remain intertwined together.

"Bend over, beautiful." He instructed.

Guiding her forward and face away from him, he bent her upper body down till she could see her knees, restraining her arms behind her back with one hand while sliding his cock back inside her eager hole.

She couldn't take it anymore, stuttering out how lightheaded she was while feeling the blood rush to her head and how deep he was penetrating. Having to loosen herself from his grip to support herself by touching the cool restroom floor.

Begging and panting for more.

Until finally being in a carrying position. She clings to the attractive man with nothing on except her thigh-highs and a barely hanging heel. Though he was in no better shape than she was, with lipstick marks on his neck and shoulders and around his mouth and lips, his pants hanging around his ankles, his cloak and shirt discarded somewhere, leaving him naked with arms around his neck and legs wrapped behind him, he lifts her completely off the ground while thrusting inside her.

‘Yes, this is what I want. This is what I need.’ She thought and kissed again. Each kiss feels better than the last, and their kiss grows deeper.

"My girl," The handsome man declared, making her pussy flutter around him at the idea of being his girl, his good girl. And he was aware of it.

"Yeah? Like being mine? My good girl. How about that? My good girl, my good girl, my good girl…" He chanted as he dragged his cock into her writhing walls, making sure she felt every inch of his length.

She nodded, feverishly nodding her head in approval, whines pouring out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her tongue lolled out as drool dripped from her mouth.

She couldn't envision this man saying these embarrassing things, but he did, and he said them deliciously with pride.

He paused, smoothing aside the damp hairs from her forehead before continuing.

"Do you want me to cum inside? Speak up, like a big girl. Daddy loves it when you use your big girl words." He purred, stroking her cheek and staring into her sex-dazed eyes.

“Y-YES! Yes, Daddy, I want you to stuff me full of your load -Nng!” 

He chuckles as he hears her feeble whimper and sees her teary eyes. Her arms clutch his shoulders as she looks him down with gritting teeth and tears-shedding eyes before eventually feeling shy and attempting to avert her gaze yet he didn't allow her to, cupping her face and keeping her gaze on his.

"Cum with me," he huffed, drawing her face close as she nodded. They were in a trance, staring into one other's eyes and panting as he looked between her eyes and lips, touching her bottom lip before gripping the back of her neck and drawing her close for a passionate kiss.

Bouncing her on his cock, over and over again, until she notices his heartbeat rising, his length throbbing, and his breath quickening when he rips away. Fucking her fast and hard, growling in her ear about who treats her well, who fills her up like this, and who makes her cum this fucking good. And all she could say while sobbing against his mouth was that it was him, and only he could make her feel good, and of course, they both ate it up.

Their bodies stutteringly clung to each other as he thrust into her slowly and deeply, cumming. She brushes his wet bangs away and puts his face in the crook of her neck, watching his body heave as his hips thrust lazily upward while firmly holding her body close to his so she doesn't collapse.

Slowly setting her down on the counter after a few minutes yet she still clung to the man in front of her with those big flirtatious eyes, peering naively up at those glowing red ones while pouting.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” Looking down to hide her embarrassment, but he reaches his long finger out and beneath her chin, gently lifting her face to look at him. Silently ordering her to speak.

"So that's it then. What’s the point of all of this? For you to just leave?" It’s so unfair." She murmurs while clutching his cloak and turning away from him, not wanting this man to see her cry.

"Enough now. Have I not tormented you enough?" He was hesitant to turn her head to face him, gently cupping her chin, seeing tears running down her cheeks and staining her once dolled-up face, and he wiped it away with the sleeve of his coat.

He focused his entire attention on her. He’d never witnessed her being that submissive. Her lips were swollen from kissing, and her face was heated to the touch with half-lidded eyelids. In all honesty, she was a mess, but to Itachi, she looks absolutely stunning right now.

"Will I ever see you again? -Only if you want to...! She paused before continuing, suddenly aware that she was yelling at the stranger. " I-I mean…"

He pulled away from her to redress himself. He smiled apologetically, occasionally massaging the side of her thighs just in case she had a cramp. "We'll have to wait and see. Until then, take care of yourself."

She cries out to him just as he is about to take another step. 

"Wait! Before you go, what is your name?" As she waited for his response, she sheepishly covered her chest with her discarded top.

"It's Itachi," he said, casting a side glance.

‘Itachi~’ She touched her chin and nibbled her bottom lip. 

She liked how his name sounded coming out of her mouth.

Itachi made his way to the door of the restroom, where he stops to clarify something. 

"By the way, no fooling around. If what you said is true in the heat of the moment, then your body belongs to me. If I find out you forgot, I won't hesitate to remind you." He said, exiting the restroom, leaving the curvy beauty speechless and awestruck after him.

Did that just happen? She had never experienced anything so vivid, yet so dreamlike at the same time. It felt so amazing that she was already missing the mysterious stranger.

As she was getting dressed something slips out of a piece of clothing and fell to the ground leaving a clinking sound after it. Kneeling down and picking up the object she observes the metal ring with the crimson center with the writing “Shu” on it. Flashbacks of the familiar ring flood her thoughts from when Itachi had his hand wrapped around her neck as she face the mirror.

He wouldn't mind her keeping the ring as a memory of their nightly passion, would he?

———————

“There you go, enjoy your meal.” She said, bowing with a kind smile on her face before leaving. 

It had been weeks since their encounter, and she had returned the next night, waiting for hours to see whether she would see Itachi again. She eventually gives up and realizes that she will never see him again.

Carrying the tray of Dangos, she headed to where the cook said the diner sat until noticing the familiar ring on her right ring finger. 

She had been so attached to him in such a short time that she did not dare or intend to revert to her old self. Surprisingly, swearing not to sleep around. Sure, it was entertaining for a time, but when Itachi claimed that she was his, she couldn't help but smile.

"Sorry for the wait! Please enjoy your..."

Moving aside the short noren curtains, she abruptly halted in her tracks and noticed the familiar red cloud pattern noir cloak on the person she had assumed she'd never see again.

‘No way... It’s him. Itachi!’ She dashes back inside, hiding behind a wall, nearly knocking the sweets off the tray she was holding.

‘Hopefully, he didn't see me.’

She wants nothing more than to run up to the mysterious man with open arms and kiss him passionately before clinging onto him while telling him how much she missed him and how she's been such a good girl since their lovemaking.

But she can't be ecstatic, at least not in front of everyone. Yet, if Itachi truly wanted to see her, he knew where she worked and where she met for pleasure, but he didn't, leaving her to wonder if it was all a dream (when it wasn't).

Easing her nerves, she took a deep breath before making her way toward him.

“H-Hello,” Showing her best fake smile, she places the sweet treats down next to him, before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. If he wanted to keep what they had a secret, so be it. She was used to this.

“Enjoy…” She mutters out, giving a faint smile before turning back so he couldn't see her smile fall. 

She'd never felt so nervous before. The suspicion that he is lying to her in order to get his way with her and, as a practical joke, going where she works and claiming not to know, it hurts. However, before she could go, her hand, which was holding the crimson ring, was seized, keeping her motionless.

"So, as you predicted, we meet again." He whispers in her ear, causing her to gasp and hide her heated face with the tray in her hand.

"I-I should leave since others are waiting for their meals." She averted his eyes as she said that.

But Itachi would not let her.

"Look at me." He coos, his breath tickling her sensitive ear as he drags his finger up the side of her face, bringing her close to meet his.

Taking the dish from her and dumping it someplace near them, he immediately had her under his spell.

“What’s the matter? Why is the pretty girl pouting?” He teases, showing a faint smile. “Don't play with me, Itachi-sama. I thought we wouldn't see each other again and that what we did was just a one-time thing.” She hissed out, struggling to get out of his grip. 

That made his brow twitch.

“Don’t you miss me?” He smirked, ignoring her feeble attempt and comment. 

Which only seems to irk her.

“Did you?”

If only she knew, how long Itachi had been silently yearning for the curvy beauty. Observing the way she works at a local Dango shop and how she approaches every customer's table sensually, swaying her hips from side to side as she sets their treats on the table while wearing a smile and innocent-appearing eyes, and then makes her way away to take the order of another customer. 

He wanted her to leave lose the phony image and show her true self. The confident, brave, and sexy woman who does not take crap, is an overly eager hussy and appears to become bashful and pouty when her Daddy is not there.

Or so she thinks. 

For Itachi, he kept assuring himself that what he was doing for months was for her sake and would not interfere with anything she did, only observing her every move. Keeping one of his crows following her wherever she went.

I mean, was she that gullible?

She didn't seem to care about her personal safety.

Wearing the sexiest, tightest-fitting clothes imaginable so late at night. What if something went wrong? He’s not shaming her in what she wears -no, he just doesn't trust the outside world. If you think this man is insane now, just wait till something intervenes with her safety. 

He'll be there in a heartbeat.

It was almost as if this was a test. A test to see who could deliver her the pleasure she wanted and deserved. And a test to see how long she could tolerate being with other men before being taken away by him. 

To bind her solely to one dick.

His.

So, when she asks if he misses her, the answer is yes.

He was drawn to her piercing gaze, then to her lush, slightly parted lips in a cute pout, as she bit her bottom lip as noticed where he was looking.

"How about I show you how much I miss you?" He charmingly smiled, leaving her flustered and stammering.

"If you think you can just walk into my life and expect me to just-" She abruptly responds, slamming his chest to vent her annoyance, but stops as Itachi clutches her wrist. "W-what are you doing?" She stutters, feeling his warm fingers trace her arm till they lock hands.

"I believe this belongs to me." He stated this while staring her down and bringing their linked hands between them, revealing the silver ring she cherished.

Of course, he would change the subject.

“I found it.” She calmly said, trying to regain herself by pulling her hand away and behind her body.

“Of course you did.” He grins, surprisingly leaving the ring on her finger. “Keep it. I have another one.” Itachi already knew she'd take the ring, deliberately leaving the silver ring where she could see it, imbuing it with a very special seal.

“And let not forget you putting the honorific ‘sama’ after my name. It hurts my feeling when you said that…” He said, drawing her close and seductively whispering her name with the honorific ‘chan’ right behind it.

“S-Stop it, Itachi! I’m working right now. Everyone could see-” She whispered shouting while backing away from him.

"-that didn't stop you last time. Remember, pinned down on the counter while-"

“Shut up!” 

He can't help but tease the curvaceous beauty. It's amusing to see her become flustered and embarrassed while attempting to fight him back. It's cute.

“Ssshhh…Relax.” He cuddled her and brought their foreheads together to soothe her down. Of course, it eases her. She clung to his cloak and gradually gave in to her loneliness and longing for him.

"I really miss you." She whispered sheepishly, biting her lip and looking at him with hungry eyes.

"I'm sure you did, Love. Have you been a good girl since I left?" Itachi knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.

"Yes." She pants out, already forgetting where she was as she clings to Itachi's arm.

“Well... Are you going to let me reward you for being my good girl, or are you going to be a brat once again?" He stated this while arching his brow, but before she could speak, he cut her off. "I'll give you two options: tell them you're on your very long break or go back and serve with me gone." He left it at that.

Itachi slips the dango from the dish and begins to walk, leaving her there with no time to evaluate her choices.

But you already know which one you'll go with, right?

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The Wisp Between Worlds

CHAPTER THREE: OVER THE WALL

Acotar fanfic/rewrite. Inner Circle x OC. Eventual Azriel x OC.

Summary: Have you ever wondered what you would do (and do differently) if you found yourself trapped in the fantasy world of your dreams? For Nora, this fantasy of hers is about to play out when she finds herself portaled away to the Moral Lands south of Prythian. But all is not as it seems. Feyre Archeron is missing and the deadline to break Amarantha’s curse draws near. Who will save Prythian now?

Warnings: None for this chapter 

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Dinah made good money that day, haggling at the market to sell the deer meat for a higher price than it was worth. They’d even cooked a few cuts for dinner in the fire, filling the house with the heady scent of meat that lasted long after they’d finished tearing into the food with reckless abandon. After nearly a week of surviving on stale bread, tea, and water it felt like they were doing something wrong. But after leaning back in her chair, stomach full and comfortably stretching the waistband of her pants, Nora wondered if it was the guilt eating away at her instead. If she was right about this, about everything, then she’d just killed a faerie today and the High Lord of the Spring Court would be coming for her.

Nora crawled into bed, bones weary and begging for rest. But her mind would not let her forget the glint of the steel tipped ashwood arrow sticking out of the beautiful wolf’s skull. Dinah and Jaskiel whispered to one another from their shared bed across the room. During the winter months they needed to crowd into the living room by the fire to escape the cold that seeped in through the floor and walls. Sleeping on opposite ends of the room was as much privacy as any of them would get. The beds themselves were little more than sheets stuffed with hay and scraps of wool from Dinah’s mending projects and just barely kept you from freezing on the ground. 

Before Nora had met them, and before Jaskiel had fallen ill, him and Dinah had lived comfortable lives in this little cottage. Jaskiel was once a small-time merchant and craftsperson, making frequent travels to the Continent to trade his wooden trinkets for spices and silks to sell to nearby villages. Dinah stayed home, tending to the house and the now dead garden of roses in the backyard. Whatever comforts Jaskiel had brought back for Dinah had long since been sold to the highest bidder. The only pieces left from that previous life were the books tucked away in the corner shelf of the living room, swollen and yellowed from the many times they’d all run their fingers through the pages, and Dinah’s wedding ring.

“It was the first thing I bought on the Continent.” Jaskiel told her, smiling at the strange girl who sat on the floor by his feet, bright eyes staring at him with curiosity. After a bath and a dinner of boiled katniss she was looking better, less like a frightened bird with its wings clipped.

“My first successful trip, and certainly not my last! And I knew the first thing I needed to do when I came home was marry Dinah.” She smiled from her seat next to him, abandoning her sewing project for a moment to rub his knee. She was thinner now than when they’d gotten married, gray hair sprouting from her temples and framing the crows feet that grew from her eyes whenever she was happy. Her hands were stronger too, more calloused and accustomed to hard work after Jaskiel had gotten sick. By pure force of will she’d carried the two of them through life since then and she vowed to continue doing so. 

Perhaps it was because they’d known a kinder life that they took Nora in, patiently allowing her to learn the skill of survival. 

I don’t want to leave. Nora thought tearfully, praying to whatever gods existed in this world that she wouldn’t be swept away in the night. She’d dreamed of Prythian every day, dreamed of being able to go home. Part of her still wanted that, the other part simply wanted to make peace with the life she knew now. No more change, no more being taken to new places and forced to learn everything all over again. 

Her prayer was not answered.

Dinah and Jaskiel had been asleep for hours now, unaware of the doom that had slipped through the wall and was now lurking outside their home. Nora lay awake, holding a knife close to her chest and continuing to murmur her pleas and prayers.

The front door blew open, shattering into a million pieces and raining down over their heads with sharp stabs. Nora immediately jumped to her feet, throwing her blanket around her to protect from the wood that continued to strike her as the creature clawed at the ruined door frame. 

Dinah was screaming. Jaskiel shouted Nora’s name as he threw his body over his wife, grabbing his cane. His lame legs cried out in protest when he tried to stand, brandishing the glorified stick as a weapon.

Nora sprained across the room, heart pounding and vision a blur as she barely dodged the next spray of wood that came crashing down. 

The beast had ripped the walls and part of the ceiling into ribbons with one angry swipe of his claws.

Well that was fucking rude. Nora thought, trying to quell the shaking of her hands as she stepped in front of Jaskiel and Dinah, holding her knife out towards the beast as he finally made his way into the room.

Every step shook the ground more powerfully than an earthquake. The little moonlight spilling through the cracks in the ceiling were snuffed out by his enormous frame. Standing taller than a fully grown man was a creature with the body of a bear, head of a wolf, and horns extending so far out from his skull it was a miracle they didn’t catch on the wooden beams. Pure muscle rippled underneath fur that glowed with a golden light, illuminating the mouth of jet black teeth that were bared as he roared, “MURDERERS!” 

Nora cringed, clapping a hand over her ear. Don’t drop the knife. Don’t you dare drop the knife.

“MURDERERS!” he screamed again. The foundations of the house shook with his power. Dinah’s screams died into quiet whimpers. Jaskiel crumpled to the ground, legs folding like paper beneath his rickety frame.

“WHO KILLED HIM?!”

The house remained silent. Only Dinah’s choked sobs punctured the stillness of the night. Nora tried not to faint, her mind fracturing into a million pieces as she tried to think of what to do next.

Do I tell him I killed the faerie? Do I tell him I killed Andras? Was that even the faerie’s name? But he hasn’t told me who I killed. I know who I killed. Am I supposed to know who I killed? Am I supposed to know I killed a faerie at all? What will happen to Dinah and Jaskiel?

Infuriated by the silence he lifted one arm, slamming his paw into the ground so hard that it broke through the wooden floors. Nora could feel the heat of his breath as he drew near, shoving his face right up against hers. “WHO KILLED HIM?!” 

Nora refused to falter, irritation slowly beginning to overtake her fear.

His breath smells like roses. How ridiculous. 

“We didn’t kill anyone!” Dinah sobbed, clutching her husband's shaking arm. The beast took one step backward and Nora let out a breath of relief. They were still alive. Dinah must have caught onto that string of hope because she began to regain her composure. Her blubbering might do nothing more than enrage the beast enough to slaughter them all.

“Please we didn’t-” Jaskiel’s feeble words were cut off by a growl. The beast’s eyes were still fixated on Nora, filled with even more fury for the fact that she remained standing - standing with a weapon brandished in her hand. The gall of the girl. He ripped it out of her hand as easily as one swatted a fly. Nora was too shocked to register the pain in her forearm as she stumbled backward, blood dripping down her hand and landing with a rhythmic thump thump thump onto the floor. 

If he regretted hurting her he didn’t show it. As if to make a further point that he could kill them all in an instant, he whirled around towards the dining table. It exploded without so much as a whisper from him, taking out a chunk of the wall in the process.

His horns threw shadows against what remained, twisting and turning like a pair of skeletal hands. Jade green eyes glared out, filled with fury and some small seed of grief. “Who killed him?”

“We didn’t kill anyone.” Nora said. Her pain made her angry. 

“LIAR! THE WOLF! Who killed the wolf?” 

Jaskiel and Dinah shared a look. Nora hadn’t said anything about a wolf.

“I did.” The young girl didn’t flinch, although her throat tightened from the admission like someone had a hand around her neck. “I killed a wolf. This morning in the woods.”

“Hush, child.” Dinah hissed. She tore a strip of fabric from her dress and tried to stem the flow of blood from Nora’s arm.

“And did you know?” The High Lord growled out, barely concealing the threat of death in his voice, “Did you know he was faerie?”

The color drained from Nora’s face. 

This is it. Two choices: lie and say you didn’t know and maybe he’ll let you live. Or… tell the truth. Tell him you knew the wolf was a faerie. Tell him you killed him out of hatred. Go to Prythian… try and get home.

The beast caught the flicker of recognition in Nora’s eyes, caught the narrowing of her inky black eyes in a look of hatred. 

“You did know.” he seethed. He pulled away from her, disgust in his eyes at the feeble human girl before him. This was the girl who’d killed Andras. Some pathetic little human had slaughtered his trusted friend. “Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy it when you slaughtered my friend.” He prowled about the room, never taking his eyes off the three of them still huddled in the corner by the cinders.

“Better him than me.” Nora held her head up, glaring at him.

“No.” Jaskiel breathed out, grabbing at her uninjured hand. “Please,” he begged the beast, “She’s my daughter. She’s young. She didn’t know any better. She was afraid.” 

“Is that true?” the beast hissed, baring his fangs, “Did he attack you?”

She squared her shoulders. “No.” 

“So you slaughtered him. Unprovoked. You murdered him.”

Nora barked out a laugh, “And how many humans have you murdered? How many will you continue to murder? How many homes will you break into? How many lives will you threaten?” her voice was filled with venom as she spit out the words, “I hope your friend is suffering right now in the afterlife. I wasn’t certain at the time, but now that I know he’s faerie I don’t regret it at all. I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

She ignored his deep growl and dealt a final blow, “It was a quicker death than he deserved.” 

With a roar he brought his claw down on the bookshelf next to him, shattering it completely. The beloved tomes tumbled onto the floor, half shredded and dusty from their fall.

If you were really going to kill me, you would’ve done it by now. 

The fear of a painful death with Tamlin sinking his teeth into her throat and thrashing her around had made Nora forget one key fact: she knew this story. She knew about the curse that hung over his head - that hung over Prythian - and like it or not, he needed her.

The realization gave her power. She stood up again, ignoring Dinah’s desperate hands as she tried to force her daughter to kneel again, “What do you want?”

“What do I want? I want justice for what you did. I want you to pay.”

“We’ll pay the cost.” Dinah said frantically, “Name your price.” 

Nora’s heart broke. Please don’t. 

They had no money to spare. Dinah worked hard enough as it was, coming home every night with bleeding and cracked hands, and Jaskiel could do little more than beg for scraps of work. The wealthy in the village would offer them no respite, no mercy. They were too comfortable behind their iron gates and towering walls. Nora didn’t want to see Dinah beg too.

“And what is the price you’d lay on your daughter’s head?” the beast asked, stepping off the ruined shelf. Dinah stilled. “Whatever pathetic sum you offer won’t be enough. Andras was worth more than one-hundred of you.”

“Then what would be enough?” Tell us and be done with it already. “What do you want?” 

“A life for a life. That’s what I want.”

“I’ll pay it.” Jaskiel said, voice even and strong. Dinah swore at him as he struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane. 

“What the hell are you doing, Jaskiel?” Nora hissed, turning around and stepping directly between him and Tamlin. 

His kind face, weathered and leathery after decades of sea travel, softened when Nora’s face blocked the terrifying beast. She knew he liked her. He’d treated her with the love and kindness he would have shown his own daughter if he and Dinah had ever been blessed in that way. But the fact remained that Nora wasn’t theirs. She owed them a debt that could never be repaid and she wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to them.

“I’ll pay the price.” He said again, stepping to the side. Nora stepped with him, refusing to let Tamlin get close to Jaskiel.

“No he won’t.” Nora commanded, swinging back to Tamlin. The beast’s eyes flickered for a brief moment with something like surprise.

“As touching as the offer is,” he drawled, “I want the actual murderer.”

“Take me outside then. Don’t do it here.” 

Again, that flicker of surprise, “You dare ask for such a thing?” He scoffed, eyes narrowing.

“I wasn’t asking. You already ruined half the house and left a hole in the floor, you don’t need to fill it with blood either.” Nora spit out. 

He snarled, “For having the gall to ask me for such a thing, I’ll clarify something: I want your life. Prythian wants a life for the one you stole. So either you come with me across the wall to live out the rest of your days, or I take you outside and tear you to pieces as you so kindly told me to do.” His lips pulled back in a threatening smile. 

“So either you kill me here and now, or some other beast over the wall kills me in a few days time. Tell me, Beast, which would be quicker?”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowed. There was something in the way he moved, cat-like and predatory. Doubt flickered within her. What if I’m wrong? What if he kills me?

“I have lands,” Tamlin said carefully after some consideration, “So long as you don’t leave those lands you will be safe.”

“And what about Dinah and Jaskiel?” His eyes flickered over to the pair. Dinah’s eyes were trained on him, fear and fury simmering under the surface of her now composed face. 

“What about them?” 

“They’ll die without me. You only asked for one life. What fairness in ‘a life for a life’ is there if my absence leads to their deaths.” 

Dinah and Jaskiel both tugged harshly at the back of her sleep shirt, begging her to control her boldness. 

If a wolf could frown, it would look like the annoyance that crossed Tamlin’s face. “They’ll be taken care of.” 

Nora’s breath caught in her throat. Did he mean it? He must mean it. I’ll give him hell if he doesn’t help them.

“You swear it?” 

Tamlin’s eyes passed through each of them in turn. Nora, the girl’s name was. He tested the name out in his mind finding it agreeable enough. And he had to admit, some small piece of him was impressed - if not annoyed - by her boldness. The couple would surely die without her, already their frames were too thin and delicate to support their aging souls. 

“I swear it.” He said, and found it a very easy promise to make, “But, you must promise to never leave Prythian. The moment you step foot back in the Human Lands, the deal is off, and I can’t promise what will become of your precious little family.”

“Take the offer.” Dinah said, turning Nora around and grasping her too-thin face. Tears welled up in her amber eyes and Nora did all she could to stop the rising emotions in her chest. “Take the offer. You’re a survivor, child. You’ll make it. You’ll make something of yourself.”

Jaskiel said nothing, face falling and aging twenty years in a few mere seconds.

“When does she leave?” Dinah said with a sniffle, wiping her tears away and taking a deep, shuddering breath.

“Now.” 

“Now?!” Nora wanted more time with them. She wanted one more night.

“Now.” The decision was not up for discussion.

Dinah grabbed Nora’s shoulders, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “Don’t worry about us,” she whispered, burying her face into Nora’s dark hair, “Just worry about taking care of yourself, alright? You know how.” She kissed Nora’s cheeks, wiping her hands on her nightdress as Jaskiel took his turn. 

Nora braced her legs, feeling the weight of Jaskiel in her arms as he held her close. His legs may have been weak and broken, but his arms were strong. He brushed the hair back from her face with a calloused hand, stormy gray eyes expressing all he could not say. Goodbye. You will always be a daughter to me. Until we meet again.

Dinah grabbed her thickest cloak from the back of Jaskiel’s chair and threw it over Nora’s shoulders. Somehow the most important piece of furniture had managed to survive Tamlin’s rage. Final whispers of encouragement escaped Dinah’s lips before the beast snapped at them to leave, maneuvering through the wreckage he’d created with grace and power. 

Nora could do nothing but allow her hand to slip through Dinah’s and quietly trail after the beast.

He led her to a beautiful mare that had been waiting obediently for them by the treeline. Her coat was as silky and pristine as a polished pearl. Nora hesitated. She’d never ridden a horse before, but Tamlin was in no mood to wait any longer. He grabbed her roughly by the waist with one paw and dumped her unceremoniously onto the mare’s back.

Asshole. She glared at the back of his horns as he led them into the night.

When Nora looked behind her she found Dinah and Jaskiel standing together in the gaping hole of their now ruined house. She didn’t stop looking until the woods closed around her and her home disappeared from sight.

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They traveled for hours through the woods, the sun slowly sliding into place over the horizon and transforming the frost-bitten forest into the world’s largest chandelier. The constant rocking of the pearl-coated horse beneath her made Nora’s stomach turn and her thighs ached from the effort of staying upright. Tamlin’s utter silence didn’t make matters any better as he traced some secret path through the woods. Over time the rhythmic crunch of snow breaking beneath the mare’s hooves began to drive Nora to insanity.

You’re supposed to be getting me to fall in love with you, you know? Fucking idiot. 

The more and more Nora thought about the events from last night, the more irate she grew. He’d crashed into her house in the middle of the night in his beast form, scared them nearly to death, demanded Nora leave her home, and now wasn’t even putting in the effort to speak to her. It was deathly silent in these woods, as if even the squirrels and birds knew that royalty walked among them.

Nora huffed. Tamlin continued to walk unbothered. 

“You didn’t need to break into my house like that.” She said pointedly, breaking the silence. 

Tamlin’s left ear twitched. “What did you say?”

Nora rolled her eyes. With his fae senses there was no way he hadn’t heard her.

“I said you didn’t need to break into my house like that.”

He ignored her, which only fueled her desire to speak her mind out loud.

“You could have stolen me away in the night without bothering them. You could have waited until daylight when we weren’t sleeping.”

“You’re upset because my timing wasn’t convenient enough for you?”

Nora frowned. When he put it that way her words sounded quite childish. “What I’m saying is that you barged into my home with more pomp and circumstance and-and drama than you needed to.”

“You killed my friend.”

Nora stilled. She wanted to apologize for it. As much as she didn’t like Tamlin she regretted what she did. Part of the reason she hadn’t been able to fall asleep the night before was because she kept seeing the light leave Andras’s eyes. She couldn’t stop herself from hearing the pitiful whine that had escaped his throat as he finally stilled. She’d dared to touch his body to close his eyes. But as quickly as she’d laid her hands on him she’d reeled back. In the time it had taken her to gut the deer and bind it to the sled, his body had turned cold and rigid.

“You threatened to kill my family.” She said lamely.

“And yet they’re still alive, aren’t they?” “How can I trust you? How do I know you won’t just send someone else to kill them after we’re beyond the wall?” “I promised you they would be taken care of. I keep my promises. The question is whether you’ll keep yours.” His voice was gentler, more tired the further and further they got from Nora’s village. She thought his power would be tied to Prythian in some way - that he would gain strength as they neared the wall. Instead he was dragging his feet, limbs landing on the ground with heavier steps as they went along. She made note of every change in his body, storing the information away to mull over later.

“If it means they’re safe you can be sure I’ll keep true to my side of things.” She replied.

He’d been walking ahead of her the entire time, forcing the mare into a brisk pace that had Nora jolting in her seat, but after a few moments of cautious thinking he slowed down to walk beside her. Even while atop a horse, Tamlin stood taller than Nora, his horns dangling over her head like the swaying branches of a tree. She looked at them for a long while, tracing the grooves in the bone all the way down to where they connected to Tamlin’s skull. He stared at her the whole time.

“You don’t look like your parents.” Tamlin said carefully, catching her eye.

Nora snorted. With her dark hair and darker eyes and… well the rest of her, she was well aware that no piece of her looked like it came from Dinah or Jaskiel. 

“They’re not my parents.”

She flung her arm out, grasping at Tamlin’s horn for support when the mare took a quick jump over a fallen log. Her thighs were burning now, holding onto the lean body beneath her like a lifeline.

“Sorry.” Nora muttered, jerking her hand back to her body and cradling it beneath the folds of her cloak. She flexed it uncomfortably. 

She’d just touched the High Lord of the Spring Court. 

Suppressing a shiver she instead focused her attention on the strip of fabric still wrapped expertly around her forearm, running her fingers over the material and ignoring where it dried stiff with blood. It reminded her painfully of Dinah. She would have to mend the rest of her nightgown now. Nora hoped she hadn’t stained it too badly with any blood.

“What happened to your real parents?” Again he asked the question carefully, like she was a flight risk he couldn’t afford to scare off… which she very much was.

“They’re alive… or dead… I don’t know.” A truth. “I was stolen from them too and brought here from the Continent to be sold by slavers.” A lie.

“But you escaped.” He almost sounded impressed.

“Obviously.” 

And one day I’ll escape from you too. 

The words hung unspoken between the two of them like a spider’s web between two branches, delicate and complex. They descended into silence once more. 

“I’ll need to bind your eyes when we cross the wall.”

“What? Why?” Nora snapped her eyes to Tamlin and she forgot about the raven in the sky she’d been examining for the last twenty minutes.

“I cannot risk you seeing my lands.” His back tightened and he held his head up high.

“You said I would be safe in your lands.” 

“You will be. That doesn’t mean I want you to see all of them.”

Because you don’t want me to know how to run away. 

“Fine.”

A black silk sash appeared in Nora’s hands, cool as water and weightless as she obediently tied it tightly around her eyes. He must have enchanted the fabric because when she tugged at the knot she made it would not budge. She tested the blindfold but as much as she tried to pull it off it would not give. She huffed as she gave up, turning her head towards where she imagined Tamlin still was. He may be taller than a man and ten times heavier but his footsteps were imperceptible.

Blindness forced her to see with her ears, straining to identify every flutter of wings and rustle of snow falling onto the ground from a disturbed branch. She was just about to ask when they’d reach the wall when the world went still. 

All the sounds of the forest she’d been analyzing died out. Magic rippled through the air, humid and all consuming as it reached out for her. 

Her face paled. Suddenly she was back in the sea, screaming underwater as salt water filled her lungs and magic dragged her from her world to this one. Her reigns on the horse tightened, knuckles losing all their color. 

“Take off your cloak.” Tamlin said tightly. “You won’t need it anymore.” 

Nora only gripped the cloak tighter as though it would keep out the magic that threatened to consume her.

Tamlin said nothing, but he must have continued forward because despite Nora’s protests, the mare passed through the break in the wall. 

They passed through like they were passing through a waterfall. Magic rushed over Nora’s body, slick and alien, but it was quickly replaced by the comfortable heat of spring. The heady scent of flowers filled her nose, clouding her mind with their fragrance. While the oppressing winter in the Mortal Lands had driven all but the scavenger birds into their homes, here they fluttered about seeking companions with whom to live out the eternal spring. The subtle morning sun blanketed Nora’s shoulders, heating her up beneath her clothes. Still she refused to give up the last piece of her home. 

Tamlin let out a sigh of relief or despair - Nora couldn’t tell - as he felt his bond to Prythian grow once more. His magic would always run through his veins as intrinsically as blood - being in the Human Lands had done nothing to diminish that power - but he could not deny his connection to the magic that ran through Prythian, a magic that was beyond himself and to which he was only a borrower. These were the lands to which he would be tied until the end of his days. 

“Welcome to the Spring Court, Nora.” 

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Author’s Note: Hope you all enjoyed! Apologies it ended up a lot longer than I was expecting... whoops 😅. I have a masterlist up and am also starting a taglist so if you want to be added just let me know! 

Taglist: @myheartfollower​ @impossibelle

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[akwolfgrl]

I'm a great fuck but better lover part 9

Sanji waved goodbye to Usopp as he tinkered away at the table, Mr. Noodles lay right next to him being nosy. The long nose man was finishing up hisSanji grabbed the rest of the jerky for Luffy on night watch, more jerky in the dehydrator. He stepped outside for one last smoke of the night, enjoying the cool night air.

“Luffy! Meat!” A long rubbery arm came out of the crows nest reaching for the jerky.

“Thank you Sanji!” Luffy called down as he took the jerky.

Sanji finished his cigarette, dropping the bud into the ashtray he kept in this spot. He would never deliberately drop a cigarette into the water. He loved her far too much to do such a disrespectful thing.

After washing his face and the rest of his skin care, Sanji headed to the boys' bunk room to read one of his romance novels and relax before bed, maybe evem masterbate. He was still horny after thire fight easiler.

He had no idea where Zoro was. He had asked for more time to work on his list and vanished. Sanji spotted Zoro sitting on the coach. He was leaning back, and his legs spread wide, no shirt on. His impressive chest was on full display, and the simmering arsoul was beginning to bubble and boil at the sight.

“Well hello there, what a sight you are, titts out and everything,” Sanji purred, stepping closer.

“Are you fine with what we've already done?” Zoro asked, dangling one of his ties for his fingers.

“Yes, what do you have in mind?”

“I want to tie you arms up and hook them up where we put the hammock, then I want to touch and taste every inch of you before fucking you until your begging for more,” Sanji moaned, he was very okay with this. “Hush now, you don't want Nami to hear, I want all your pretty noises to myself tonight,” Sanji dick twitched in his pants as he stepped in between Zoro spread legs, he could see the outline of the other man's hard cock in his pants.

“Mm and what are you going to do if I dont?” Sanji smirked, spearing his own legs, placing them over Zoros. He used his core muscles to keep slef up right as he placed his hands on Zoro's chest, grouping the hard muscles under his fingertips. He could wait to see Zoro get bigger, with proper food the carzy weights Zoro lifted it was only a matter of time. They whole crew could use a good feeding they were all too thin. “Come on, Marimo, tell me what you're gonna do to me,” Sanji whispered in Zoros ear running his tongue across his earing before giving them a little tug with mouth.

“Be a good boy, and I won't have to gag,” Zoro threatened, his hands coming to rest on Sanjis hips before sliding to cup his ass.

“Mmm that should be too hard if all you're just gonna be all talk and no action,” Sanji teased.

“And you call me impatient,” Zoro grabbed his hands gently and warped his tie around his wrists. “is it too tight?” Sanji wiggled his wrists a bit.

“Nope, prefect,”

“Good,” Zoro stood up, still holding on to the rest of the tie, with a bit if shuffling Zoro manged to switch thire positions moving him over to stand under the hook he warped the tie around the hook. Sanjis arms above his head.

Zoro quickly unbuttoned his shirt hid mouth latching on Sanji nipple. The green haired swordsman did wicked terrible things with his toung and teeth drawing moans and whimpers from his toaght.

“Shuch pretty nosie you make, but don't forget if you can't keep your mouth shut, I will gag you,” Zoro warned before he moved over to his other nipple. Sanji bit his lip and shuddered.

Fuck this was gona be hard.

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[kookieswan]

Sweet Blood - Bloody Mess

Poly!Demon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader

Word Count: 900+

Genre: Poly AU, Demon AU, Horror, Nsfw/18+, Fluffy 🌸

Warnings: Blood, Nsfw/18+ Content (Biting that draws blood, marking/hickeys, talk/insinuation of sex and sexual acts, finger sucking, dirty talk, etc etc 😅)

Notes: Posting before I leave for the airport lol. A little spooky, a little saucy. What else could you possibly expect from the demon boys? BIG NOTE that this takes place far into the future when they’re all romantically/sexually involved already.

This is a snippet from the Sweet Blood series. Find it here!

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“What in the nine layers of hell are you baking now pretty thing?” Allowing a small smile to grace your lips, you finish placing some of the cream cheese frosting on the freshly cooled brownies. You knew the smell alone would cause your boys to come running before long, both demons practically teleporting to you from the front door as soon as they step through. You insisted they start using if after they’ve popped out of no where one too many times which has caused you countless heart attacks.

“I’m trying a new recipe for brownies! I know you guys like the my classic recipe but I wanted to do something spooky for Halloween.” They crowed in one either side of you without hesitance, squishing you between their large bodies in a yummy demon sandwich. Jungkook leans down to sniff at them before turning toward you abruptly, cute nose brushing your cheek as Tae pats your butt.

“We could just eat you instead, my precious little sweet blood.” Jungkook nips at your neck jokingly, tongue poking at your skin as you swat him away. Tae doesn’t allow for the teasing to stop though, clawed fingers running up your back and wrapping gently around the your neck as you glare jokingly at your other lover. You swear they’re always thirsty as hell when you’re busy… Which is always.

“I agree dove, I wouldn’t mind devouring you whole. Just a little bite at least.” It’s a hot whisper in your ear as his fingers tighten marginally, but you ignore the other demon as you pick up a spoon and spread the cherry pie filling sparingly onto the top of the brownies. There’s no way you’re going to let them distract you. Not again. Nope. Not after the curtains caught fire last weekend because you were… Busy. Assholes.

“Bad horny demon men! Calm yourselves and you can have some of these bloody brownies when I’m done. If you don’t, I’ll eat these all. By. My. Self.” Smacking Jungkook’s hand as it slithers toward your ass, you grab for the knife so you can cut up some of the actual cherries up to resemble entrails. You make quick work of it as the demons practically glue themselves to you, Jungkook whining into your ear as Tae’s hand slithers inside of your shirt.

“Mmh, we want you though. If you jump up on the counter and spread those pretty thighs, I’ll have your eyes rolling back in no time. Doesn’t that sound nice?” He grabs your hips and turns you abruptly, snatching the knife and discarding it before lifting you up and plopping your ass down on the counter without a second thought. You gasp sharply, Jungkook spreading your legs to step between them which causes you to fall back, his crotch brushing up against yours teasingly.

They both laugh as you fluster, deep voices echoing off of the darkening walls. You go to sit up as Jungkook tuts, his hand pushing back against your chest before sliding down your body. Tae hums as he watches, clearly satisfied with how things are going. Meanie.

“I have a treat for you too dove. Want to taste it, hm?” The pale demon steps around the counter slowly, his clothed dick obscenely close to your face when he settles opposite to Jungkook. Your senses cloud over slightly, the image of Jungkook’s face buried between your thighs and your mouth wrapping around Tae taking over. Reaching out blindly, you grab for your loves, only to whine as Jungkook bites at your thigh harshly.

“Ah! Fuck…” He licks at the skin immediately, mending the superficial damage he had caused. They’re always quick to heal any sort of harm they do, but you’re secretly glad they can’t get rid of bruising. You’ve always loved the pretty bruises they leave… Reaching down, you wipe away some of the blood that falls from his lips with your pointer finger, affection blooming through your chest at Jungkook’s bunny grin.

“So beautiful sweetheart, you take whatever we give you so well…” Huffing with a pout, you tilt your head back and glare again, but Taehyung just smiles and reaches for your trembling hand. Like clockwork, he sucks the bloody digit into his mouth, tongue laving over the skin as a low moan vibrates through his throat. Kookie watches from below with heavy eyes, but stays put otherwise, some of your blood still on his pretty lips.

The younger goes back to sucking at your stained skin without a word then, clearly in a state of euphoria as Tae releases your finger. He smacks his lips a few times, enjoying the taste of your apparently very sweet blood. It’s still a wonder to you how they manage to enjoy it so much, but to each their own. You could even say that you enjoy watching them consume it, the way they practically melt as they drink it up like men starved so delightful to see.

“Now, that’s a delicious sight… You want to indulge a bit baby? We can finish these brownies later, hm? Jungkookie and I will help you finish them.” Tilting your head back to look toward Tae, you grin almost shyly as caresses your face affectionately. Leaning in, he leaves a few upside down kisses against your lips, eyebrows raised as he waits patiently for your reply. At the feeling of your shorts being tugged down clumsily among sloppy kisses, you giggle.

“Yes please.”

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[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta finale (original)

“Last time, on Total Takes Action: our final three competed in an all-out, extra dramatic laser tag challenge with a few… twists. Alliances were formed, friendships were broken, and it was Peter who took the fall to give Scruffy a chance at the finale. With just one exciting challenge left, I’m sure you’re all wondering who will win- and there’s only one way to find out: right here, right now, on Total! Takes! Action!”

The sky is clear and blue, the pigeons are cooing, and the smell of breakfast sausage is filling the air as Scruffy and O wait in a very short line for their complementary “final two breakfast” in the craft services tent. 

Chef heaps a few sausages, eggs, and waffles on each plate and shoos the players off, both of which immediately gravitate towards the opposite ends of the picnic table and eat in silence. Scruffy paces around their end of the table, swiping forks, knives, and spoons, just in case. O draws a little smiley face on his plate with syrup. 

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O: “Well… this is it,”

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SCRUFFY: “Today’s the big day,”

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O: “I can’t believe how far I made it,”

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SCRUFFY: “I can’t believe how far O made it,”

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O: “I’m not exactly winning material… but then again, neither is Scruffy,”

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SCRUFFY: “He’s a big softie. Not nearly as well-trained, unless you count psychology- but then again, I’m an expert at that, too. He’s just gone to- ugh- “therapy”. Who has therapy helped?”

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O: “I’m thinking that once I get back, winnings or not, I might cancel my sessions with Dr. Anderson. I feel like… I don’t know. Pathologizing my problems has made them worse, somehow. Maybe it’s time to try a different approach. The… Scruffy approach, I guess,”

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SCRUFFY: “Still, I can’t help but wonder if all of this dedication- all the hours I’ve spent rewatching the original show, all my community college classes, all my reading and training- has really helped me get here. I’ve been missing an obvious pattern. If only I could figure out what that is…”

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 O looks up from his syrup smile and waves at Scruffy. “Hey, bro. Good luck today,”

Scruffy blinks. “Um… okay,”

“Attention, campers! Your final challenge starts in five minutes out by the trailers. Time to bring your A-Game!”

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Scruffy and O stand an arm’s length apart as Chris paces between them, humming to himself. “You’ve lived. You’ve loved. You’ve laughed. And most importantly, you’ve lost. Today is the final test of strength, wits, smarts and endurance- both of you will enter, but only one will emerge a hero. And with a big fat check,” Chris chuckles. 

“Today’s final challenge is a multi-part rendezvous across the set. You will start here and make your way through the city,” 

Scruffy immediately jumps into a running stance, ready to take off. 

Chris grins. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The first leg of your race to the finish line was inspired by your very first challenge here- the birdocalypse. Thousands of territorial birds are having their afternoon nap on the city set. Wake them up, and you might have a problem,” he goes on. “After that, you’ll make your way through a ghost-filled maze, inspired by the video game and period flick challenges. Once you’re out, you’ll run the final stretch to Lot B- a functional studio next door. The first to arrive wins the prize. Ready?”

Scruffy and O exchange nervous glances. 

“Go!”

The two don't run, but awkwardly walk off in the same direction, as if taking a pleasant afternoon stroll. 

O’s eyes drift over to Scruffy and he winces. 

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O: “Is it weird to ask them for advice? I feel like it’s weird, but…”

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“Hey, dude,” O says, looking over. “I know we’re competing and all, but-”

“Shh!” Scruffy interrupts him, holding a finger to their lips. They point ahead, where a black mass is covering the city set- it’s almost like an oil spill, but instead of the viscous glimmering liquid, it’s hundreds of sleeping crows. 

Scruffy goes first while O hangs back, looking ahead nervously. The former moves through the set, stepping over birds on the road and ducking under birds on the street signs and lamps. They delicately step, roll, and skip through the set with expert agility while O watches on. 

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SCRUFFY: “This isn't so hard! Just a little yoga moves and some spatial awareness. Maybe I haven’t lost my zing after all!”

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Scruffy reaches the other side and turns to wave at O- in a clearly taunting way. O crosses his arms and glares. 

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O: “Yeah- no chance of friends there,”

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Scruffy reaches the mouth of the maze and chuckles. “Easy. Is this all you got, Chris?”

Chris rolls his eyes and pulls out a large remote. His thumb hovers over the big red button on the surface for a few moments, taunting Scruffy, before he slams it and the maze lifts off the ground and begins rotating on a large metal plate. 

Scruffy watches the ground disappear beneath them and sighs. 

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SCRUFFY: “WHY would I say that? That’s the easiest mistake to avoid on this show!”

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Back on the city set, O tip-toes over the birds, nearly stumbling over each one. He’s breathing heavily, and almost falls over at least ten times. 

But, he reaches the end and sighs before jogging off. O reaches the entrance of the rotating maze and gawks at it. 

“Yeahhhh,” Chris grins. “Don’t worry, though, we’re prepared for this.”

Chef wheels out a canon. 

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Scruffy wanders through the maze, dizzy and unbalanced as it spins around itself. They’re about as green as their hair, but still pressing on nonetheless. 

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SCRUFFY: “I’ve been trying to improve my gag reflex since island. I’m usually pretty good, but I have… a thing about other people getting sick in front of me. As long as that doesn’t happen, I’m set,”

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O’s screams echo, growing closer and closer before he slams into the concrete of the maze behind Scruffy, leaving a hole in the ceiling. He coughs. 

“Don’t throw up!” Scruffy shouts. 

O stands, rubbing his head. “Wasn’t gonna. Don’t worry, man, I’ll leave you be,”

Scruffy nods and the two run in opposite directions. 

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O: “I get it! Scruffy has nothing to get from me, so why would I bother them?”

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Scruffy steps through the maze, scratching their head as it spins. “This isn’t good. I’m all turned around,”

Chris’ voice blares over the intercom: “That’s the point, Total Drama Genius!”

They sigh and hold onto the wall while stumbling along. The maze suddenly lurches and begins turning in the opposite direction, sending Scruffy tumbling to the ground. They groan and sit up against the wall. “It’s hopeless. I keep lying to myself and telling myself I can do this, but I can’t! I don’t know what I’m doing,” they turn to the camera. “I’m sorry, Jules.”

---

O walks along, faring much better than Scruffy. A light breeze tussles his hair and he turns to where it’s coming from- and just around that corner, a beam of sunlight filters through. He grins and jogs forward. 

As he rounds the corner and sees the exit, though, he hears a loud cry. The sound of Scruffy’s wailing carries through the maze, and it stops O in his tracks. 

He hesitates. 

---

O: “I know I shouldn’t go back. I mean, what if it’s a trap? What if Scruffy is just trying to get my help and then dump me after? But…” he sighs. “I’m not like them. I’m a nice person, and there’s nothing weak about that.”

---

O turns and jogs off into the dark. 

---

Scruffy, curled into a ball on the floor, cries in anguish. 

“Hey? Dude?” 

They whimper loudly. O sits down next to them and sighs. 

“Listen, I’m not gonna try to fix your problems, ‘cause I know that’s not what you like,” O says. “But you should know that… well, you don’t have to win this. You’re not a weak person for not being mean and conniving like the people who get far on this show…”

“But I want to be!” they whimper, eyes full of tears. “I want to be Heather!”

“But you’re not… Heather,” O looks around awkwardly. “You shouldn’t want to be, either?”

“I’ve been studying this show since primary, I’ve taken all the classes, done all the research, trained to perfection- why am I so bad at this?”

O pats Scruffy’s shoulder. “You’re not. You’re good.”

“But not like you. You didn’t even try and you made it to the same exact spot I got to! I don’t get it. Were you a pawn? A twist villain I didn’t see coming?” Scruffy rocks back and forth. 

O raises an eyebrow. “Um… no… I don’t know, man, I’m just nice,”

“You can’t win just by being nice, I mean, that’s… that’s improbable! The nicest contestants always get got!” Scruffy says. “I’m nice! I’m not mean!”

“Yeah, man, but you’re kinda… uh, you know… you’re not the easiest to be around,”

Scruffy’s eyes water again. “Wh-what do you mean?”

O sucks in his breath through his teeth. “You’re… kind of intense, dude. All you talk about is the show, and, I mean… you’ve got some serious walls up, man,”

“I-I do not! Ask Jules, she’ll tell you! Julia knows!”

“Saying that one of the meanest contestants on the show knows you more than anyone is… not great, Scruffy. Haven’t you made any other friends?”

“Haven’t you?”

O frowns. “I guess not. But… I mean… I dunno,”

“When you say you’re nice, all I hear is that you’re a pushover. You let people use you!” Scruffy says, crossing their arms. “I’m not like that! I don’t like being pushed around!”

“Says the guy who went nuts cause they thought a girl would like them more if they won some dumb game show,”

“Says the guy who hasn’t had a single steady friendship since the show started!”

“Says the guy who needs to impress everyone with how great they are!”

“Says the guy who does the same thing, Dr. O!”

Both huff and turn away from each other. The intercom crackles to life and Chris’ voice sounds slightly peeved. “Hey, guys, this heart-to-heart has been great, but you are IN A CHALLENGE! Now get to it!”

The maze suddenly starts spinning faster, throwing Scruffy and O to opposite sides of the hall they were seated in. Each grab on to a corner of the black walling and hold on for dear life as they’re thrown around like they’re getting flushed down a toilet. 

“I- can’t- hold- on!” O shouts. 

“Take my hand!” Scruffy throws out an arm as O flies off the wall, catching him just in the nick of time. “Maybe I can be… nice after all!”

O smiles gratefully and nods. “Let’s get out of here!”

The two fashion makeshift ice picks out of the forks Scruffy had swiped from the craft services tent and rake their way up the wall as the maze spins even faster. 

“This way!” O instructs, retracing his earlier steps to the exit of the maze. The two reach the door and look to the ground below, where only a tiny kiddie pool was left to break their fall. 

“Ready?” O shouts. 

Scruffy nods. “On the count of three!”

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

The two hold hands as they jump, both screaming and flailing their free arms until they land in the shallow pool below. 

“We… we made it!” Scruffy shouts with glee as O coughs up a mouthful of water behind them. “We did it together!”

O stands. “We did, didn’t we? Together,” O puts an arm over Scruffy’s shoulder. “No strings attached.”

“No expectations,”

“No value!”

Scruffy nods. “Let’s wing this,”

The two start off on the final track, throwing the doors of a large set building open and running through it, approaching a final set of double doors. 

“Hey,” Scruffy jogs up to O. “May the best man win, right?”

O salutes them. “May the best man win!”

---

“And that’s the story of how I lost my first tooth,” Staci says. “And no one ever found the hammer.”

Caesar massages his temples. “Another fascinating story from Staci. Anyone else have something to add?”

Luckily, before someone else can add on, Bonnie runs on stage. Caesar sighs with relief. “Bonnie, here to save the day again! What’s the news?”

“They’re coming!”

Caesar squeals, and the peanut gallery turns to the double doors backstage in anticipation. “Can we get a countdown?”

“Five!” Ass and Courtney both lean forward, then notice each other and glare. 

“Four!” Sha-Mod and McLovin are busy giving each other crudely drawn stick ‘n poke tattoos of each other’s faces. 

“Three!” Julia shoves Patrick out of her face when he gets to close. 

“Two!” Mal blows a gum bubble and texts something on her phone. 

“One!” Bonnie takes a seat and Caesar puts a hand on their shoulder. 

The doors burst open, and O runs in. 

“The winner of Total Takes Action, everyone!” Caesar shouts. “O!”

A shower of confetti and balloons fall from the ceiling and the crowd cheers. A group of former contestants- Kelly, Al, Michela, and Peter- run from the stands and hoist O into the air, carrying him in. He laughs merrily.

They set him down in the hot seat and Caesar grins. "So, O, you've just won a season of Total Takes- what are you going to do next?"

"I think... first, I'm gonna split some of the winnings with my friends. Then I'm gonna take a long, long vacation,"

"You don't have to do that," Peter states. "We're just happy you made it back in one piece."

McLovin pipes up in the background. "Did somebody say One-"

"Anyway," Michela interrupts. "We were kind of planning on taking you out for a celebratory-or-consolation dinner, anyway. On us."

O smiles.

“What a season, what a cast!” Caesar says. “And here’s our runner up, Scruffy!”

Scruffy jogs in behind him, breathing heavily. Julia stands and runs to the doors, hugging Scruffy. “I missed you!”. The peanut gallery continues whooping and cheering, and O gives Scruffy a big thumbs up as Patrick storms over and tries to pull the two apart. 

Scruffy waves as the crowd cheers for them, then collapses as soon as Julia lets them go. 

Caesar turns to Bonnie. “Thoughts, feelings?”

“Not many. I’m a little hungry,”

“Oh, God, me too. Those finger sandwiches are three parts air, I swear,” Caesar says. “Dinner tonight?"

"You're on. Maybe we can tag with O's crew and eat free,"

"I like the way you think," Caesar winks.

“Well, this has been Total Takes Action- The Aftermath. We’ll see you all soon for- what’s this?” Caesar presses an earpiece, and then bursts out laughing. “Oh, my God- no- really, you’re joking? You’re not?” he turns to the audience. “Chris McLean has been arrested and is currently in custody for illicit activities!”

The crowd cheers even louder, the big screen rolls down and displays a live newscast. Chris is being led from the Action set in handcuffs, Chef and the interns watching from behind a police barricade.

"You CANNOT do this to me! Do you know who I am?!" Chris shouts. "Chef- call my lawyer- call the producers- call my mom!"

"You should've remembered our anniversary,"

"CHEF!"

The police drag Chris into the back of their squad car while he screams. The wind picks up and his hair detaches itself, flying away in the breeze.

"MY TOUPEE!"

Chef rolls his eyes. A white van pulls up just as the cops slam the door of their cruiser on Chris, and a team of hazmat-suited scientists hop out of the back. The broadcast ends and turns back to the studio, where a blonde woman with a tight face reads off the happenings to new viewers. The monitor turns off.

Scruffy sits up from the floor and raises an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“No official reasons yet,” Caesar says. “In due time, I suppose. In the meantime, we’ll-”

An intern runs over to the host and hands him a letter. He huffs and opens it. “It’s from Scary. It just says “told you so”,”

Bonnie rolls their eyes. 

“Well… if this is the end of the show, I just wanna say I'm glad we met. I'd be nowhere without you guys,” O says.

The former contestants turn to each other with warm smiles. 

“And yet… this can’t be the end,” Scruffy interjects. “We haven’t had a musical season yet!”

“Woah, woah, let’s save that for the Gemmy’s,” Caesar chuckles. “We’re about out of air time, but… I want to say that it’s been a hell of a season, everyone! See you all soon!”

#tta #total takes action

[ardent-fox]

New Year's Ask Game for Fic Writers ✍✨

I decided to complete this game to help me reflect and possibly get back into writing regularly again, I was not tagged but here's a bit of self-indulgence nonetheless 😊💙

To close out 2023…

1) What fic did you have the most fun writing this year and why? Or, if you can’t decide, what was most fun about writing this year for you?

I've only completed and posted one fic this year/ever and about a dozen Galladrabbles, and had the most fun writing humorous dialog whenever it was sprinkled into them.

2) What’s a scene/story that you finished and felt “wow, I really accomplished that, that actually went so well”?

The mechanics of Mickey getting fucked and jerked off at the same time in Everything, followed by describing his and Ian's orgasms. I've never written erotica from a male perspective before fanfiction and had no idea how I was going to do it, but am pretty satisfied with the results.

3) What helped provide the most inspiration for stories, if anything? Was it poetry? A song on repeat? A gorgeous gifset? A walk outside? A book you read that made you want to change everything? Whatever it was! Tell all.

Music, I make playlists for most of my WIPs. Everything had only a couple of songs, the most prominent ones being Colorblind by Counting Crows for Mickey's and I'll Be Your Lover, Too by Van Morrison for Ian's perspective. Also the poem "My God, Why Are You Crying?" by Molly Peacock, which I discovered while going through a Reddit thread about people crying during sex, doing research is sometimes inspiring in itself.

4) What is something you want to share about what you’ve written this year? A particular line, a comment that made you feel really good, a scene that was difficult to write — you get to choose! What do you wish someone would ask you about when it comes to what you’ve written?

This little tidbit in Everything that I managed to write after coming back to what I thought was an abandoned fic five months later, capturing Mickey's conflicting feelings about making noise:

The beginning of a sob emerges and he gulps it down, flinching when he feels Ian nod encouragingly against him. Rather, he dips his head, cheek resting on the back of Ian's hand as fresh tears quietly leak from him, a rogue one snagging on Ian's wrist before sliding down. "Hey," Ian gentles, hand stirring beneath him. "Don't have to hold anything back. Can be as loud as usual." He wants to, he truly does. Pleasure builds deep within him, its sounds catching in his throat, begging to be freed. Other noises tether themselves, too, ones he'd rather not bring to fruition, and he draws in his bottom lip to keep them at bay, the stubborn desire to hand-pick them denying him the deliverance of any. Restraint coils around him and he clings to it in turn, actually praying Ian doesn't stand for it and finds a way to cut it down, his authority easier for Mickey to give in to than his own permission to be vocal.

Also, all the beautiful comments I got for the fic and all the reblog tags I got for my Galladrabbles, I always screenshot those so I can easily find and reread them whenever I need a pick-me-up 💕

And to start off 2024…

1) Do you have any writing/creation goals for the year? What are they?

Just to write more without any expectations and see where it takes me, whether it's fanfic or personal stuff. Make it fun, write with abandon and focus more on the process than the final result, more on the emotions I wish the story to evoke than on the construct of things. Try to finish up most of the Gallavich WIPs I've had going on since summer of 2022, but not be afraid to drift away if something else inspires me in the moment and just write, write, write.

2) Is there a fic or idea that you’re really excited to be able to continue to work on in the new year (shout out to my fellow fic writing folks who take forever to finish wips, sometimes it’s nice to be able to continue working on something even if you wish you’d gotten it done! Now you get even MORE time with it!)

There's one domestic/fluff/angst communication-centered Gallavich fic I got the idea for and outlined not long after I joined the fandom, but thought I needed more practice before writing it that I feel ready enough to jump back into now, so that's very exciting. I also have a 13K WIP one-shot of gratuitous smut that I wrote for Kinktober 2022 that I was 90% done with, but scrapped because I used my then limited resources to complete Everything instead, and I'd love to give it a rewrite and complete it. There are ideas brewing for a Blackbonnet fic as well, but I'd rather wait and see whether we get a season 3 before delving into it, since I prefer to write post-canon. Also continue Galladrabbles, my dear 100-word morsels that are super fun to write and allow me to experiment with different themes and styles which I can later apply to other projects if I see fit.

3) What’s something new in your writing you want to try/are going to try? A different writing style? Different fandom? Darker works? Fluffier? Longer or shorter?

I'd like to work on being less rigid in my sentence structure, play around with length/pacing in order to convey the mood better. Stop focusing on counting how many times I've used a certain word and switching it out even though it fits perfectly, not allow editing to suck the joy out of things in a way. I'd love to write more at a faster pace, too, but since severe brain fog prohibits me from writing a single coherent sentence on particularly bad days and that a 7K one-shot took me 6 months to write + 2 months to edit, I'm just content with keeping my motivation strong and spirits high while writing at whatever pace I can manage. I'd also like to experiment more with angst and see how I navigate difficult, dark, traumatic topics as well as possibly try writing in the past tense, as I'm not sure a present one is the way to go for every fic.

4) What’s something you love about your own writing that you will continue to appreciate in the new year?

My ability to dive into a character's psyche in order to describe their feelings and reasonings in complicated situations, all the while making sure I sprinkle at least a tiny bit of humor along the way. I'd love to continue playing with themes such as healing through communication and sex and working out their kinks as a couple, both in and outside the bedroom, all in favor of emotional breakthroughs that strengthen the bond between them. If the level at which I'm able to portray a character's vulnerability matches the enthusiasm I have for exploring it, I reckon I'll stay on the right track this year.

Tagging @lupeloto, @crossmydna, @metalheadmickey, @gallawitchxx, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @ian-galagher, @squidyyy23, @bawlbrayker, @secret-gallavich, @juliakayyy, @look-i-love-u, @thisdivorce, @mmmichyyy, @howlinchickhowl, @callivich, @lingy910y, @arrowflier and @sam-loves-seb in case you haven't done this and would like to, otherwise just ignore the double tag and accept this cookie as a token of my adoration 🍪🥰

#me acting like some big shot writer while struggling to keep all of this coherent is a mood #here's hoping my ailments dwindle down and let me sleep in 2024 so i don't have to constantly worry if my writing make sense at all #it's been a year y'all #here's to a better time for all of us and to many creations in 2024! 🥂 #tag game #ask game #fandom friends #writing

[cluelylikesporn]

okay exam update cuz im actually really pissed off.

so im autistic + adhd, and only been diagnosed relatively recently, so i havent really been getting assistance until now. (autism diagnosis last year, adhd 2 years ago.)

my last exam was (still is) this period, and im going home once i finish it. one of my other exams i was sent to special ed (it’s called different things in australia and other schools but i dont wanna get doxxed) and the chick helping me (we’ll call her charlie) told me she couldnt even read the questions out to me… like i legit get more help in my normal exam conditions.

she told me WHILE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK “i think i know why your so upset, because you know you dont listen in class and just sleep and draw on your hand.” cunt, what..?

HOW ARE YOU WORKING WITH NEURODIVERGENT KIDS..?

i literally have spent my whole life wondering why i cant listen in class and hearing “just reread it.” or “your not listening hard enough.” is so fucking tiring. maybe explain it? she refused to help me because i “wasnt approved” to have a helper

the school knows im autistic so why do i have to be approved to get the help i need? like you dont have to make up all these forms and files. you have teachers who can help me literally in the building who could help me but you refuse.

okok i got rlly off topic but tldr on what happened today:

my teacher sent me to the special ed area to do my exam (last time he did they told me to go back) also shout out to my english teacher hes a legend. he gave me my sheet, i took a ritalin, said bye to the people i liked and left. (i used to take ritalin daily but now i jst take it to focus better in exams and shit)

i went to se and saw a couple kids i knew. one i hated and didnt know why he was there, one who has some mental problems so i understood why he was there. hes a sweetie. and some chick i knew who broke her wrist and had to write on a laptop.

so one by one they were assigned a teacher who would sit with them and help them/ read out questions and then the lady said “oh chloe your not supposed to be here, you have to go back to class.”

are you fucking kidding me.

i completely understand its not her or my teachers fault im not meant to be there, but im allowed to be a little frustrated. i asked why i kept getting sent here and why i couldn’t get help.

same shit about documents and boring stuff.

keep in mind i get ndis funding so i thought that would impact my education experience but nope, literally nothing. i also understand there could be things my mum hasnt done and that’s completely ok she has her own life, but also THE SCHOOL KNOWS IM AUTISTIC. that should be enough. its like i only get the help if i start ditching class and become an eshay or some shit like i shouldnt have to become a troubled kid to get help.

so the lady said my only benefit i even got from the school is like 5 minutes extra time. and she told me i could either go back to class or do my exam here( which means i could get no help/ questions read to me.)

ngl this was dumb of me but i said ok bc i didnt want to go back to class after saying bye to everyone😭

so i sat there with one airpod in, a pen that didnt fucking work, the only help i could get was eavesdropping on what the assistant teachers were saying but they were so quiet. i did manage to write some stuff but it was pretty fucking stressful. i couldnt stop thinking about what charlie said (the lady helping me with my maths the week before.)

this may sound super dumb but i saw a crow fly onto a table outside and i felt like it was watching over me. like it was looking right at me. it made me feel a bit better and i got some work done.

it wouldve been fine if those fucking assistant teachers didnt keep giving me pitiful looks like bro. i know im fucked.

anyway i finished my exam (barely) and went to the bathroom to tell my friend ab what happened, caught a bus home and am about to play dbd 😾

sorry for the long post im jst so pissed😭 but ily guys and ill post i swear🙏

song of the day:

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #spotify #the walking dead #dead by daylight #metal #metallica #elvira #autism #adhd #spiderman #scott pilgrim #rammstein #elton john #australia #exams

[yridenergyridenergy]

Phalaris Vol.II - Zepp Nagoya day 1 [2023/05/12] live report

SETLIST

Hibiki

Schadenfreude

Mouai ni Shosu

Devote My Life

Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau

Ningen wo Kaburu

13

Uroko

Eddie

GRIEF

Beautiful Dirt

Otogi

The Perfume of Sins

ENCORE

Dozing Green (acoustic)

un deux

Utafumi

T.D.F.F.

Sustain The Untruth

Well, this show was not consistent, to say the least. Ups and downs, confusion. It was my first time ever being in the front row, I paid VIP but I had never had such a great number. The show started amazingly: the crowd was alert and active, nobody pushed in the VIP section, the band received our energy very well, Kyo took off his ear monitors often and acted as if it wasn't loud enough but it totally was - it was crazy.

Hibiki was played with raw emotion and we listened solemnly and solidarily.

For Schadenfreude this time, I tried to pay more attention to the background imagery. The song starts with Die playing the acoustic guitar muted, with someone progressively turning up the volume of his instrument. The lighting is blue. The background begins showing dozens of small flies in an eerie environment, more like little shadows. As the red lighting shrouds the stage for the rest of the song, with Kyo singing more emotionally and gesturing more today, the images change to a square corridor of flesh or inner organic lining, all dark, that lead to a large room. In its centre is a throne upon which seems to sit a faceless being composed of branches. More importantly, the visuals portray humanoid beings on their knees, praying, head bowed. After Kyo gestures widely at us while singing about the murder of crows, the following mentions of a rainbow and scenery are actually pictured as fire, flames devouring everything, burning paper. I think there was a final parallel between the floating ashes and the initial flies. Throughout the song, we shouted: "Ikedomo jigoku ka" each time and Kyo encouraged us by throwing a hand up on some occasions. The song ended and we roared our appreciation.

The series Mouai ni Shosu - Devote My Life - Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau is insane. Kyo sang perfectly in all of them, reproducing all the tones from the studio recording. He grimaced as if he wasn't satisfied with our final "nananananana naze nanda" but we did it as requested. Several times throughout those three songs, he came up in front of his crate and took off his ear monitors to hear us more, but there wasn't really a crack of a smile yet.

I think it was after two songs, when the band broke pace for the switch of instruments, Kyo threw his mic low in the air to let it fall on his crate. It didn't seem like dissatisfaction.

During a subsequent break, Kyo sat on the ledge of Shinya's platform with a foot up on it beside himself, scratching the back of his head, from what I could see. And I may be mixing up the chronology of events, maybe even the song, but I believe it was at the beginning of Ningen wo Kaburu (or some other song with white stage lighting) that Kyo finished one of the water bottles and threw it behind him high into the crowd without looking, no care in the world for who received it. But it seemed a bit early to gulp down an entire bottle of water.

Anyway, Ningen wo Kaburu seemed even more special than before, with Kyo staying at the front of his crate for most of the song and letting us sing more than just "Dare no tame ni ikiru no darou?" And so many times throughout this show, Kyo lowered his mic, standing as close to us as he could, and let us sing for a while only to blast off the lyrics at the top of his lungs unplugged with us.

But then, things kind of devolved starting with 13. He sang it intensely at first, however, starting with the "Never die" verse all the way until the end of the song, Kyo sang near his table in the back, his back turned to us… I'll attach a picture of his T-shirt, in case he wanted us to reflect on the drawing that is featured on the verso during the final lines of 13, but it started being very weird, like something had unclicked, something went wrong, or maybe even something offended him? It couldn't be that he was staring at the fire being displayed in the background, because he was not actively staring at it.

Uroko started really fine, it might be then that he threw away the bottle into the crowd, but he remained very stoic, frowning. He had us sing the first "anata shidai de", but for some reason he insisted on singing the second himself. It seemed like he wasn't happy about something.

Eddie started and it was performed great, I guess? The background white lighting along with the multicoloured lines darting randomly toward us make for quite the ambiance.

Yet again, unlike the shows up until now in this tour, he appeared to sing GRIEF with pure rage, expecting us to back up the "motherfucker" as usual, but he was totally unfazed by our clapping at the quieter part this time around. So far, he had kind of mocked it, turning it into something unhinged. Today, I essentially just remember some glaring. Anyway, there was a lot of whipping the mic cord around.

Then Beautiful Dirt arrived and it went totally to scrap…….. There were minor mic issues, I'm quite sure, but they were fixed intermitently, nothing prolonged. Tech seemed to be back on track, but Kyo up and left, I think after throwing his mic somewhere, completing deserting the stage with a determined, pissed off pace. The song wasn't nearly finished! The crowd sang the last of the lyrics and Kaoru came to the left of Kyo's crate to fill up the gap, which is rare. So the band finished the song, and then there was an interlude that I'm not sure was planned, as none of the musicians seemed to require an instrument switch. It took probably a good minute until Kyo sulked back on stage. We cheered for him even louder, if possible. No word, even the band didn't seem to be in the know about what caused Kyo to walk off stage. I noticed Takabayashi stop by Fujieda to inform him of something. Nothing was done to Kyo's mic, there was simply a change in the lyrics sheets on the ground.

Eventually, with Kyo returned, Kaoru envelopped the venue with static noise and we were plunged in red, for Otogi. Toshiya did many emotional gestures again. Kyo sang basically as usual, I think ending with a cry like he has been doing. We clapped and semi-cheered then, due to the tone of the song, but wanting to encourage Kyo to keep going and thank him for coming back.

The Perfume of Sins started and despite his skeletal mic stand being in front of Shinya's drums, Kyo growled the "Nose, Eyes, Ears" simply witn his corded mic. I just now noticed that it's in this dong that the smoke is made to come out of the Phalaris bull head's mouth inside Kyo's crate, especially during the intense beats, at the mention of: "the sound of the brain dying". Kyo stayed mainly far back, maybe putting a foot up onto his crate.

When The Perfume of Sins ended, the other members walked silently off stage but Kyo stayed standing, staring or even glaring at us (mainly the back of the crowd), for many seconds as if to make up for his previous absence. But he was also soaking in our extra cheers.

Then, it felt like forever that we chanted for the encore. At last, Shinya showed up in black jeans and the tour T-shirt, Die kept his ripped leather pants with a long uneven sleeveless shirt, Kaoru had a very ample rippled greenish-grey top and his wide black pants, Toshiya changed his top for a clean sleeveless white dress shirt and some long black necktie of sorts, while Kyo didn't change, still wearing the mascara below his eyes, the aforementioned OUTO Half Wit Life shirt, beige pants with few dark stains near the bottom and his The New Warriors black boots.

We became quiet as Die began the first notes of Dozing Green (acoustic). We stood in silence, some moving a bit to the rhythm while absorbing all the emotion.

At un deux, now Kyo came back in front of his crate, but he didn't really look near the front of the crowd anymore. He seemed fixated on the back of the crowd, left side of the stage. He made us sing a lot of un deux, sometimes with him without the mic. It was great to be in unison again, as it seemed like maybe our singing earlier in the show had been what offended him, even though it was only at the appropriate times.

In Utafumi, he did the fall-fall-fall-fall-fall-fall gesture each time and asked us to sing a bit, but it seemed to be slightly back to impersonal. I remember that the band stopped playing for two seconds to wait until Kyo reached the part where they were supposed to play.

T.D.F.F. came on but it wasn't necessarily as crazy as usual. We gave it our all but there was once more no hint of joy in Kyo, from what I remember.

Only when calling the Last Song did we finally get more cues on how Kyo felt. Unlike his Instagram post that day or his past shows in Nagoya, he didn't taunt us with: "Nyaaagoooyaaaaa" Instead, he said it normally, and mainly repeated many times: "Ikitendarou?", only raising the intensity and raspiness at the last two times, before shouting "Last Song" with his finger high above him.

Sustain the Untruth came on and he seemed to nod. He once more stood in front of his crate, stayed there for the entire song instead of moving left and right to ask all parts of the crowd to sing: "the inside mind" like in most shows. So we gave him everything we had every single time. As usual, he kind of grabs his shirt above his chest after those segments, as if in appreciation of something. No dancing or anything, Toshiya might have come up to the right side of the stage at some point, but it seemed like Kyo's decision to stay put had the other members reluctant to act as festive as they can usually be during that song.

Anyhow, quite sure this was one of the songs where Kyo sang with us, no ear monitors and no mic, for a LOT of the verses. We started cheering way before the song's real final notes were reached. Kyo stayed a really long time there, I think on top of his crate, with a kind of different expression on his face, still very serious though. Then, as we had been screaming: "Kyoooo! KYO! Kyoo!", eventually he seemed to want to mirror that toward us and, again without a mic of any sort, he started screaming: "Nagooyaaa! … Naagooyaaa!" Since the mic wasn't near his mouth, it's possible that he also said: "Nyagoya" instead. Then, he left, seeming a bit satisfied but very stoic. I thought we would get more of an explanation on social media or on kyo-online, but we have only that cryptic mess of characters thar he posted on Instagram, ending with "Nagoya" in Kanji.

Of possible significance is that I heard Kyo sniff before Dozing Green started, so that, coupled with the bottle of water and the fact that it got swiftly replaced even if there was still a second bottle with a straw on Kyo's table, could indicate what was going on.

Anyway, it was awkward after Kyo left, because clearly the other members were just hanging out in the back, waiting for him to leave without looking at the front, and the instrumental of Kamui was not played yet because they wanted to give Kyo the silence to hear whatever he wanted to hear or even maybe say something. Eventually, Shinya got up from his seat and made his way to the crate to throw a few sticks and the ending SE was finally put on. It did kind of break the mood overall though. I don't think Sustain the Untruth was even ended in the usual way, with the extra drums of a final song. Anyway, I almost caught Toshiya's towel this time but the guy next to me was taller. The members seemed really happy with us. Kaoru didn't tease too much. I could see that his makeup was a bit more elaborate, with lines having been erased from his cheeks to cut through the makeup and the corners above his eyebrows again. Toshiya was all smiles. Die likewise genuinely reacts to hearing his name cheered. He appeared full of pride and recognition that we were cheering him on so much, but in a different way than Toshiya - you know what I mean? Kaoru splashed most of the crowd with water, which the security guard did his best to avoid. Kaoru and Die carefully made their way across the stage equipment on the edge of the stage, balancing as best as they can on that narrow ledge, but their shoes came close to that security guard's bald head too.

They each left with small bows. The stage went dark and the screen showed the tour title, but it took a while for the announcement to be heard that the show had ended, asking us to leave.

By the way, this tour, Dir en grey is playing an English translation of the show rules each time. I thought it was done by the venue, but it is heard at every single show now. More inclusivity!

#live report #Phalaris #tour23 Phalaris vol II #dir en grey

[sailtomarina]

Promise me you won't do it

They were coming up on their anniversary and she knew Draco was up to something. Despite all his training, the many years of occlumency, she read him as easily as her favorite Le Guin novels. The man, for better lack of a phrase, was as dear to her as her own soul. “I’ve got to head down to the nick and finish off some paperwork before our trip, but I should be back in time for dinner.” He dashed around the kitchen, draining his tea before tightening his cravat.

As he walked into the drawing room towards the Floo, his eyes slid towards the sideboard where his array of liquor sat, pointedly ignoring the bookshelf behind him.

Sauntering up, Hermione pressed her hands into the front of his trousers, fingers curling behind the belt and tugging him flush against her. One pale eyebrow raised in intrigue, and she grinned in response. Of course he leaned down for a kiss, as if he could resist her charms, as if he had no idea what his wife planned while he was gone.

“Promise me you won’t do it,” he whispered into her ear, all warm breath and nibbling lips.

“I make no promises I won’t keep.”

He growled at her honesty, and punished her with a light tug to the fistful of hair at the nape of her neck.

“Whatever happened to rewards for the patient?”

“Please, you know patience isn’t one of my traits. Not by a long shot.”

A smirk and another leading kiss later, he vanished into the flames and she was alone. The liquor cabinet was obviously a ruse. She pivoted on her heel and contemplated the layers of books threatening to burst out of their constraints. Little knick knacks squeezed in here and there, mementos to their years together: a feather from the beach where they celebrated her 30th birthday, a preserved forget-me-not after a weekend in the land of the midnight sun for his.

“Novis revelio.” To reveal that which does not belong.

She instantly noticed the hidden box behind the stack of Quidditch playbooks. Crowing in delight, she darted forward and dived in like a niffler, intent on her treasure. The foolish man didn’t even bother with detection charms, much less ones for security. It was as if he wanted her to find it.

The box opened without any resistance. She stared at its contents.

Nice try, dear.

The scrap of parchment with his familiar scrawl was the only thing inside, that along with her humiliation. Before she could curse his name a million different ways, the entire box disintegrated into dust of the most noxious lime green, coating her hands and lap where it had rested. 

Now she cursed. Somehow she knew the evidence was permanent, much like some of her own spells—it would require a counter known only to the caster. She tentatively pressed one hand against the oak flooring, and sighed in relief. She could touch things without worrying about transference.

Fwoooosh.

Caught by surprise at the sound, Hermione tumbled to the side in her haste to turn around. Draco stood one foot in the fireplace, one forward into the room.

“I forgot my—”

Light grey eyes descended upon her form.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

She stood as gracefully as her guilt would allow, smoothing her frock as she cleared her throat.

“I wanted to organize the books and found something that didn’t belong.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I don’t know if it was some prank left by George and Ron, or some kind of expired product you forgot, but it made this mess.”

“Right.”

The tosser had the audacity to grin at her frown.

“What did you forget?”

“Oh!” Startled into remembrance, he bustled past her and returned clutching a file. He pressed another kiss against her temple and was just about to leave again before he left one last parting shot.

“Be careful, yeah? I have a feeling that’s not the only prank of that kind in the house.”

And then he was gone, and she was left with the distinct sensation of several ticking time bombs just waiting for her overly curious designs. If he thought that comment would stop her, he was sorely mistaken. She wasn’t called the “cleverest witch of her age” for no reason; she would reverse these spells onto their maker, and ensure they all went off at the same exact time.

Snort. “Happy anniversary, dear.”

#dramione #dramione prompt #harry potter flashfic #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco malfoy #hermione granger

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - someone to hear you

Part two:

Mr Evershed had to wait a few days for the response about his idea in order to get you to take the exam and finally he had a response.

Mrs Carter walked into his classroom and made sure it was empty before she’d walked fully in and sat on the edge of his desk.

“So the trust have been aware of (Y/N)s difficulty when it comes to talking to people, and they agree that you can give her the exam under the assumption that she’s preparing for it.”

“Oh thank god, there’s not some sort of catch or anything is there?”

“No, no. No catch this time, they want her to pass and agree it’s the only way.”

He nodded his head and showed her your book of ideas that he was going to use to try and help you come out of your shell a little more.

“Good luck, let me know how it goes.” She smiled.

That day Mr Evershed asked you to come after school so you could carry on your talk from the other day.

As students were happily going home you padded to your English classroom and avoided looking at the teacher as he held the door open for you.

“Thank you for coming, are you alright?”

You gave a nod and sat down at your normal seat while he grabbed you book, some plain paper and a few pens and walked over.

He set them down and you the plain paper and a pen and watched as you immediately started to doodle.

“Did you decide which one you want to talk about?” He asked softly.

You took the workbook from him and circled something before sliding it back, letting him have a look.

“Animals, that’s a nice one. What’s your favourite animal?”

“Crow..”

“Crow, that’s different. I personally like dogs, I think they’re great companions.”

You nodded your head.

“How come you like crows so much?”

You shrugged a little bit, swapping from a black pen to a blue pen as you carried on with your doodle, keeping your arm over the page so he couldn’t see it.

“I always thought crows were kind of scary. We’ve always been told their a sign of death and bad things.”

You flicked your gaze up to him before you turned back to your drawing.

“Change and transformation…” you spoke softly.

“Sorry?”

Mr Evershed was a bit confused about what you had said, and he was trying to understand a bit more about you and why you liked crows so much.

“They symbolise change and transformation. Not death…”

He nodded his head, writing it down under the word crow in your workbook and he pulled out a laptop from his bag and logged in.

He slid it over to you and slid your book over.

“Want to do some research for me? Just some things you think people should know about crows.”

You nodded your head and flipped your drawing around to hide it and pulled the workbook and the laptop closed as you started to type.

While you were doing that, he got up and started to tidy up, giving you some space so you didn’t feel overwhelmed or pressured.

After maybe ten minutes he walked over and crouched down next to you, looking at the laptop.

“Want to share what we’ve got so far?”

You nodded your head and showed him your book and he was amazed at how much you had done and how quickly.

“This is amazing (Y/N)!” He smiled.

He set the book down and stood up.

“All we have to do is set it out as a speech, we can do that next lesson, is that okay?”

You shrugged a little and he smiled, putting your book and the laptop away he watched you pack away your stuff, putting the paper in your bag you handed him his pens back.

“Bye…”

You quickly left and he smiled, he was making progress with you and he made notes and everything so he could keep track of it all.

When it came to the next lesson, he helped some other students and gave you your space so he didn’t draw any attention to you, and you quickly left the classroom when the lesson finished.

He checked you book and saw you had rearranged your notes and he smiled, taking a photo of it so he could send it, and his notes along to the exam board when everything was done.

All that was left was for you to read it, and that was going to be the challenging part.

He got you to meet him after school had finished again, and he sat you down.

“Your speech is amazing, it’s set out perfectly. All you need to do now is read it.”

You looked up horrified and quickly shook your head.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, it’s okay (Y/N), it’s just us okay? No one else?”

You shook your head again.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ve got some things that could help you, alright?”

You didn’t reply and he sighed a little.

“Can we try?”

Your heart was racing in your chest, you could hear it thumping in your eyes and your hands were trembling as you fiddled with the bottom of your jumper, eyes glued to the ground.

Mr Evershed looked at you and set your workbook on the desk.

“Do you have any headphones?”

You pulled some out of your bag.

“Perfect, Perfect. Put them on, okay? Play your music as loudly as you want. Draw while you prepare, keep your back to me, whatever it is you need okay? Don’t rush yourself.”

You put your headphones on want watched as he went and sat down on a chair.

You pulled up your own chair and turned it away from him and sat down, staring at your book on the desk.

Mr Evershed could hear the faint beat of your music through the classroom, and he saw you grasp your book from the desk and he smiled.

He didn’t rush you, he didn’t sit on his phone or do anything to distract himself, he just sat there patiently.

Then he heard you talk.

“I..in my speech I.. I would like to discuss crows… w..why they’re my favourite animal…”

You spoke softly, he could hear how nervous you were and sometimes you would pause for a little while to breathe and calm yourself down.

You talked about how intelligent, how they were able to remember faces and how they could learn to trade things for food. How they had different meanings in different cultures but they meant change and transformation.

You gained a little confidence and you sounded almost excited to be talking about your favourite animal.

Mr Evershed noticed when you stopped talking you would draw, then you’d go back to talking and before you knew it you finished your speech and he put his notes away.

You didn’t turned around to face him, you simply put your book down, grabbed your bag and walk to the door without a word and he laughed a little.

He was so proud of you and he put the chairs back before going to pick up your book he noticed the drawing you had been working on.

“Amazing…” he whispered.

It was a detailed picture of a crow, almost lifelike and he smiled, putting it in the draw of his desk and he went to tell Mrs Carter everything.

He told her how you did and showed her your speech and once everything was complied and ready he sent it all off.

You didn’t know that the speaking exam had already happened, and you had actually forgotten about it after not hearing about it for a few weeks.

Sitting in your English class, you were doodling in your book again.

The bell went and everyone started packing away.

You went to leave but were quickly stopped.

“One second (Y/N).”

Nodding your head you stepped aside to let people leave and Mr Evershed walked over to his desk and grabbed an envelope and walked over with a smile on his face.

He held it out and you looked at it confused.

“Go ahead.” He said softly.

You took it, and opened it, reading what was written in it.

“Congratulations (Y/N), you passed. You did absolutely amazing and you should be so, so proud of yourself.”

You stared at the results in amazement.

“H..how…?”

“The preparation for the exam was your speaking exam. I didn’t want to put you under anymore pressure, stress and anxiety you already were.”

You couldn’t help but smile and you looked up.

For once you didn’t avoid his gaze, you actually looked directly at your teacher, a huge smile on your face as you practically burst with excitement.

“Thank you so much…”

“You’re a wonderful student (Y/N), I knew you could do it. You just needed someone to hear you, to help build your confidence.”

You smiled softly at him and nodded, putting the results in your bag.

“I’m so proud of you (Y/N), congratulations.”

You left the classroom with a smile on your face, you were really happy with your results and you were so, so proud of yourself and you had every reason to be because you smashed it even if it was hard

#ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr Evershed #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader #mr Evershed x y/n

[n7viper]

WIP Weekend~

Thanks for all of the tags in the past month or so, I appreciate all of them 💖 Thank you to @melisusthewee, @ndostairlyrium, @cleverblackcat, @demandthedoodles, and @idolsgf for thinking of me! Even if I don't respond, it means the world to me that you would tag me 🥺

I've been dealing with some really aggressive anxiety and haven't been writing much. I tried my hand at some micro story prompts recently and worked up to posting one last week, only to private it after a few hours. I'm gonna use that as my WIP because while the prompt was for a micro story, it gave me big thoughts, and I really don't want to consider this finished. I want to flesh it out further and make it a little easier to understand. Because I know what I'm going for, but I'm not sure it's clear and conveys the specific emotions that I want it to.

In short (and for the benefit of my non-Destiny friends), I wanted to explore Crow's feelings about regaining the memories of his past life and the inevitable recurring nightmares I think would stem from that. The Mae that Crow meets and falls in love with is very different from the Mae from Uldren's memories -- a hollow, dead-eyed guardian full of grief and hell-bent on revenge.

It had been odd to him at the time, how she had denied a connection with Solar Light. How his playful questions doubting her proficiency had been answered with downcast eyes and a slow shrug. He had seen her wield the Light in other ways countless times—but never Solar. It just doesn’t come naturally, she had whispered with finality, an unspoken plea to not repeat the question. And so he hadn’t. The answer echoes now in Crow’s mind as he looks just past the barrel of the gun gripped tightly in her hand. He hears himself snarl a question shaped like a knife that she doesn’t dignify with an answer. What he can see of her skin burns with Solar Light, creeping up to settle into her irises with a hue to match his own. It is only then that he realizes that he both is and is not himself, as she stares through him. He can feel everything—his past and his present—pressing down on him all at once. Anger, fear, indignation, pride, terror. Acceptance. They can both agree on that. A garbled noise to her left draws him from his thoughts. It is a sound he has come to recognize as her Ghost as it begs for his life, though he can’t hear its words anymore. It isn’t important, it stops nothing. It never does.

#if you did happen to see this while it was up - my bad! you get to see it again #I'm really trying to be at peace with posting; with just putting my stuff out there #how else am I going to improve? #also - there is no intimacy without vulnerability #so I will let myself be vulnerable with y'all #also I totally stole the title idea from Mel ngl - she said it first #wip wednesday #maezi

[i-never-even-wanted-to-be-here]

Hi........if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hey! Sure, I can do that.

In comparison to the big amount of ships I have I only have a handful I'm actually super serious about. So here are a few I like:

Merthur (Merlin + Arthur) from BBC Merlin: This goddamn kids show still has me deep in my feels after all this time. They're doing things to me. It's so sad that the series didn't get the treatment it needed and deserved because it was just for children. It had so much potential! The mutual trust and protection between the two is *chef's kiss*. They're soulmates in the most literal sense and belong together, are canonically destined to be with each other. What more do I need to say? And still, they're not canon. Unbelievable.

Andreil (Andrew + Neil) from the aftg trilogy: they have a super interesting, thrilling story, both the plot of the book and their relationship are fascinatingly fucked up and it draws you in. Despite their many issues and their rocky start they do have a really healthy relationship based on mutual trust, support and protection. I also like the imagine where we add Kevin and make it a throuple.

Mikayuu (Mikaela + Yuichiro) from Owari no Seraph: They're not canon but if they don't get together at this point it'd literally be unspeakably disrespectful because the way they act is so romantic, I've never seen a non-canon couple be so obviously in love. This is the most blatant queer baiting I've ever witnessed. Anyways, you could argue that they have a reason for their feelings, meaning that they're not genuine and only fabricated emotions, but idc, they're still obsessed with each other. Just because they have a reason for feeling the way they do doesn't mean that it's not genuine. Literally made for each other. The other characters also notice their fixation on one another.

Hualian (Hua Cheng + Xie Lian) from tgcf/ heaven official's blessing: I literally just finished this book series and already love them so much. It's a tragic and comedic story at the same time. I love when those genres are well balanced so that one doesn't destroy the other. They have their weird moments, like Hua Cheng being a little bit of a creepy stalker, which is why at some point I was slightly intimidated by him and completely understand why the side characters were terrified of him, but we know he's a great person and would never deliberately do anything harmful. They have a healthy relationship and as you may have noticed that's a really important aspect to me. BUT I do love angst and that's why beefleaf (He Xuan + Shi Qingxuan) from the same franchise are very dear to me as well, even though they wouldn't make a healthy couple.

Kanej (Kaz + Inej) from Six of Crows: badass characters that make me so emotional istg. But they make a power couple like no other. We stan the queen and the king. Again, a healthy couple, even though they're murderers. I just love how profound their relationship is. It isn't easy to cope with that kind of trauma and still want to be together. Also, the other two ships from soc are amazing as well.

Patrochilles (Patroclus + Achilles) from The Iliad: the OG gays. This story takes place 3200 years ago and it still makes me lose my mind when I think about it.

Caitvi (Caitlyn + Vi) from Arcane: I love their dynamic. They are both so cool in their own ways. And I have the biggest crush on Vi. I'm so impressed with this show tbh.

Yumihisu (Ymir + Historia) from Attack on Titan: Although aot/snk doesn't focus on romance at all and I like it that way, I do really like these two and I wish they could've gotten a chance.

Renga (Reki + Langa) and Matchablossom (Joe + Cherry) from SK8 the Infinity: Both are great ships respectively. The whole show is just for shipping and I love it.

Honourable mention: Khunbam (Khun + Baam) from Tower of God: I love colour coded relationships, they're kinda blue and red like Renga and Merthur. It's just funny to me that they don't romantically care about anyone else and their friendship is so intimate, at least from Khun's side, and while I don't think that they're ever gonna be a couple, it'd certainly be funny if the creator just pulled a gay trap on the readers. Reel them in with a battle based shonen webtoon and some straight baiting and then boom actually it's been setting up the queer ship all along. Oh how I'd laugh.

Honourable mention 2: Yoonmin (Yoongi + Jimin) from BTS: I'm sorry. It's just that I loved this ship when I still went to school. I hyperfixated on them because I needed something to obsess over to distract myself from my crippling depression. I don't normally ship real people because I don't want to make them uncomfortable, it's just for fun or as a joke. I am not serious about them, I just projected ship dynamics like grumpy + sunshine onto them and it brought me great joy. I even wrote a ff au when I was 14. Oh heavens, I have sinned.

#mikayuu #merthur #caitvi #renga #matcha blossom #hualian #beefleaf #andreil #kandreil #kanej #patrochilles #yumihisu #khunbam #yoonmin