#grey glass and hidden faces (anon)

[oldestenemy]

Hey! Just wanted to say I’ve recently read your ‘Forever Onward, Scion,’ series, and absolutely loved it.

I’ve been playing Wizard101 since I was ten years old, and your series perfectly encapsulates the reason I still find myself pulled toward the game, despite the repetitive combat. My aching love for the young wizard, the complicated characters that are the Drake brothers and Morganthe, the way the game’s atmosphere shifts as the wizard travels through more and more worlds of the spiral; your series has it all.

I’m a dedicated Death wizard (both because my terrible gaming skills depend on life-steal to survive, and) because I love the complexity of the wizard’s relationship with ghosts and spirits throughout the game, the lore that I made for the death spells that have you harm yourself for heals/buffs, and the added conflict of being a representative of a magic practically rejected and by Ambrose himself. But your series gives me a whole new view on Myth students and their beauty, and makes me cherish Professor Cyrus Drake even more than I already do.

I’ve bookmarked your series, and am going to be rereading it in the very near future. I genuinely felt so emotional, so glad that someone understood the young wizard in the way that you do, that I cannot wait to experience it again. Feel no pressure to work on updates or responses! I just wanted to let you know that your series means the world to me, and I hope you’re aware of just how amazing and beautiful your writing is to us readers :,)

Hey anon, I adore you, I am having a hell of a time right now and you just made my night, my weekend, and possibly my whole gods damned august.

I'm so so glad you love the scion series and that it has resonated with you so much. Wiz has been my comfort game for a very long time, I started it when I was eleven and while there have been patches here and there where I haven't played (hello three solid years I was in celestia) it's always something I come back to. Diving into it again once I was an adult (both before and after the FTUE update so I got a refresher on the original starter quests) really made me appreciate the things the young wizard is thrown into with little guidance or help.

I have such a deep fondness for the arc 1 story, for the Drake family and their struggles, for the way (As a myth wizard by virtue of Assigned Myth At Quiz Book when I was 11, hated that my professor was mean, made a life wizard, felt bad before level 5, went back to myth determined to stick it out and never stopped) that Cyrus has to walk with you the whole way through, watch you get stronger and wonder will it be enough, do i want it to be enough? Because inevitably you're going to kill Malistaire, no matter how hard he tries to end things peacefully, that will always be the outcome. (I have some mild HC-lore surrounding myth wizards as mildly clairvoyant, addressed in fic using the celestial calendar spell, but I always felt like Cyrus especially knew he couldn't stop things, no matter how much he wanted to). Cyrus Drake is so so so important to me, his trying to dissuade you in the beginning, to get you expelled, to get you out of this place where you will inevitably become a murderer by virtue of having no other choice. Having by the end, him thanking you for everything you have done for him, for the peace you've brought his brother, his sister in law, himself. His speech in the graduation quest kills me, as does the one at the end of Darkmoor.

And arc 2, while a little disjointed for me by virtue of having started it at... uh, age 18 or so, and not finishing it until literally this spring (and now I'm 26, so, it's been a minute!) hit so hard and so satisfyingly at the end that it just spurred all my ideas even further. The way Morganthe is such a product of her surroundings and the way nobody seemed to actually pay her the care she needed in order to flourish, the way that turned deadly so fast. While I know young morganthe's memories were tainted by her own emotions I cannot help but resent Ambrose all the more for them. His presence in arc 2 is that of someone sending a child off to fight a war with nothing more than a force ghost council of advice and a prophecy that might not even be true. The things the Wizard is forced to do especially once we get to Khrysalis just drive home how deeply they have been affected by what they've been through over the years. Enemies in Khrysalis start to question why you don't just ask for information, why you hit so hard, why you fight tooth and nail before speaking to them, it's because it's all they've been taught how to do. The wizard, as young as they are, is not a peacemaker, is not a diplomat, they are a soldier and a war machine for Ambrose's, and by further extension Raven's ends by this point. It hurts, and while I love a silent protagonist, I want to voice that pain.

I love love love Death YW lore as well, and yes especially as a school so prejudiced against and so pushed back on by Ambrose, not only for his own failings with Morganthe, but for his failure to the students of the Death school after Malistaire's departure. I love the wizard as someone who (in the case of a death student) has to walk this line of realizing they are the next prodigy on the universal chopping block, the next great necromancer half expected to fall off into the pit that is darkness and evil and shadow. I love them rioting against that notion, and of pushing back against Death itself being seen as a cursed school, a dark school, it is essential, just as any of the others.

All this to say, I'm so glad the series has made you feel things, and I'm glad you want to go back and experience them again <3

I'm working my way through the darkmoor chapters in between writing horribly out of order (I got a little too excited once I hit arc 3 proper and now I'm all the way in Empyrea because I haven't stopped to breathe)

Thank you, genuinely this makes me so beyond happy.

-- Stevie/The Wizard Nightshade

#wizard101 #wizard101 fic #still tapping. less murder. #grey glass and hidden faces (anon) #lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood #seriously i've just been rereading this and crying about it it's so sweet i'm so at a loss for words #which may sound incorrect given the above but i am genuinely at a loss to show how much this means to me #anyways the scion series is going very well very good super great

[bardicbeetle]

What's your favorite kind of bird?

Mourning doves!

Or White Throated Sparrows. (Specifically the HIgh-low-low singers, not the oh canada variety. There is a difference, just trust me)

Both for auditory reasons.

Mourning doves and WT Sparrows are both harbingers of springtime, they mean I've made it through the hardest part of the year, they mean the sun is returning. They're the early morning calls that I can hear with windows open in May. They keep me company on walks.

Yeah, those two.

Also I love me a good Crow.

#the magician cries #questions concerns and or rotten tomatoes #grey glass and hidden faces (anon)

[fairyhaos]

seventeen as types of tea

requested by anon ! my tea knowledge is like. a little bit extensive. but only a little, so some of these r based off of what google says these teas taste like ++ the vibes they give me ^^

masterlist

seungcheol

ginger tea. the warmth and the spiciness and the slight sweetness of the tea definitely give me strong seungcheol vibes. the fact that it's good for you and also super delicious? hmm yeah idk but it's giving scoups

jeonghan

honey tea. a gentle, sweet tea that melts on your tongue. it reminds me of being taken care of by my mother, bc she always gave me honey tea when i was sick. for me, its a comforting tea, and the lovely sweetness gives me jeonghan vibes. 

joshua

bergamot tea. most people know it as earl grey tea, and it sounds like it'll be a musky, tasteless old-people kind of tea, but its floral, citrusy taste is very vibrant and lovely. bergamot is also a nice stress reliever, and is also a vv nice cake flavour and idk. the vibes feel very joshua

junhui

jasmine tea. dude, everyone loves jasmine tea, and if you don't, then you're lying to yourself. and that's exactly like how i firmly believe that junhui is nothing except absolutely and utterly loveable. it makes me think of dim sum bc the cleansing taste of it always balances the oily food sooo well

hoshi

tea with lots of cream and sugar. it's almost horrifically sweet, but hoshi drinks it with a straight face and you can't help but wonder if, maybe, it's because the tea is so sugary that it's numbed his taste buds off forever. also he's totally the type to give himself a cream moustache. 

wonwoo

hibiscus tea. the slight cranberry-ish tartness of the taste feels very much like wonwoo for some reason? it makes me think of the shininess of glasses frames, the rough texture of books, and the gentle deepness of his voice. 

woozi

coffee disguised as tea. idk how to explain this bro but jihoon is Not Really a tea-drinking person in my eyes (not enough caffeine in it) but people keep telling him that having 7 coffees a day isn't good for his health so he's started drinking “tea” instead. except it's not actually tea and it's just.  coffee. hidden in his flask. 

minghao

matcha. matcha is lowkey just an aesthetic tea ngl but also?? it's a tea that's basically known for its health benefits bc it's just sooo so healthy and i feel like minghao, as a tea nerd, would love that. also matcha flavoured stuff is vv yum and makes me think of him for some reason

mingyu

masala chai. ive never actually had masala tea before, but i think the combination of richness and warmth and spices of it just suits him very very well. just the vibes of it make me think of mmingyu's undeniable presence and his warm, beautiful, colourful nature

dokyeom

peach tea. fruit teas are definitely more dokyeom’s style bc they're kinda attached to the idea of youth and smiles, cuz children r more likely to have fruit teas. also peach tea is just sooo so sweet and fragrant. especially iced peach tea!! to me, i think that it literally tastes like syrupy sunshine. 

seungkwan

rose tea. it's just such a delicate, floral, aromatic tea with veryyyy good health benefits, and not only does it give me seungkwan vibes, i also think that he'd really like to drink it. also the floating rose buds in tea are so very aesthetic. 

vernon

tea biscuits. i couldn't think of a tea for him help anyone who has anything negative to say about tea biscuits is gonna have to Fight me bc they're actually sooo nice and i can and will finish half a pack of tea biscuits in one sitting if you let me. vernon probably could do that too. 

chan

milk tea. idk man but for me, i think that the unambiguous milky taste of milk teas just make me think of the all-encompassing and reassuring warmth of chan. he's like the pleasant milkiness of the milk tea that stays on your tongue

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[ceruleancattail]

Yay! Open requests :D may I request octavinelle, but this time reader is THEIR butler instead? I was thinking of an efficient, eye-brow raising, maybe a lil smidgen joke-snarky butler, who is still caring none-the-less, but! wherever your ideas take you personality-wise, i am totally on board! :)) Thank you for everything you write! It's always a joy to see you on the dash :) hope you're having a good day <33

ANON. ANON. YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING.

I AM LISTENING.

Holy shit this is good food my goodness-

AND YOU’RE SO SWEET THANK YOU Q W Q I’M GLAD I COULD BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY!

I’ll split this into three parts,because I have to pace myself. I have horrible stamina, especially when writting. Hope you don’t mind!

Octavinelle, with a butler!

Part one:

Azul x Butler reader

General neutral reader, but I use butler to describe their job. (Is there a gender-neutral term for butler/maid? Help-)

There’s something to be said, working for the House of Octavinelle.

You always have a underlying sense of unease, treading through its winding halls. Your feet heavy under you, pressing deep into the carpets. These feelings are rather irrational, especially for a butler.

Your duty is to serve. Anything else is irrelevant.

Although those feelings aren’t that unfounded.

You stop in front of a oaken door. Hand hovering over the silver doorknob, a slight chill running through your palm. A premonition of what was to come?

Nonsense. Sheer nonsense. Your masters may be… unique, but they have never done anything to harm you.

Yet.

Pushing open the door, you keep your head bowed tactfully.

“You called, Master Ashengrotto?”

A chair swivels around, a blur of motion. Light grey pupils peer at you behind a pair of crystal clear lenses. Curls of silver run down the left side of his face, swaying with his every movement. He was wearing a shirt , however, the tie seemed to be loosened for comfort. His blazer was hung behind his chair, casting quite the imposing shadow over the room.

Azul Ashengrotto. Head of the family.

“Ah, you’re here.” He runs a hand through his hair, knocking his glasses askew. You sigh, before reaching for his face, adjusting his frames for him. Fingers reaching for the back of Azul’s ears, pressing the glasses in place.

You pull back, taking your spot at the front of the table once more. A light pink dusted his cheeks. Perhaps from the heat. You’ll have to ventilate this room well later.

“You called, did you not?”

Azul’s hands raise up in a gesture of surrender.

“So I did.”

You straighten your back , tilting your head slightly. Prompting him to spit out whatever he had on his mind. Time was rather precious, both to him and you.

A moment of silence, before you spoke up.

“Might I inquire why you require my presence?”

A laugh, tinged with an underlying melancholy. Bitter, hidden behind a facade of amusement.

“Does there always have to have a problem for me to wish for your presence?”

An raised eyebrow, you stare at him.

“What else would you require me for then?”

Rising from his chair, Azul takes hold of your hands. Clutching them tight, his fingers creep into yours. Intertwining with your gloved fingers, a shockingly intimate gesture.

“Is it so hard to think that I simply miss you, my dear?”



#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #lucky potion🔹 #azul ashengrotto #Azul Ashengrotto x reader #twst Azul #Azul x reader #butler reader #butler au #Azul x butler reader

[murdercrumb]

not sure what your landmines are but sae's cognitive goro + shido's cognitive goro something something turbo virgin meets turbo whore something something akira gets gorohole

NINAKE IS ALWAYS WELCOME AROUND HERE, ANON!!!

cw: ninake (aka goro selfcest), voyeurism, sae’s coggoro has a pussy

joker swears this place must be hell. what was originally a normal christmas eve has dissolved into a nightmare, the depths of mementos an endless path of sorrows.

every palace leader they’ve fought and defeated—they’re all here. the cognition of the masses are here, locked in a tower of infinite jail cells, lamenting about their desire to be controlled. it was a difficult sight to come to terms with. continuing through a hidden path, however, they begin a journey even harder to swallow.

“shiho!” panther runs to her best friend, her eyes wild with fear when she’s met with a golden stare. shiho is dressed in that outfit from the pervert’s palace, bunny ears on her head, volleyball in hand. kamoshida’s cognition. skull frets over mishima’s clone beside her.

noir and queen rush over to an alien version of haru. okumura’s cognition of his daughter. oracle and mona approach the bird with wakaba’s face, fox rushes over to madarame’s cognition of his classmate. every cognition birthed in those fallen palaces, they’re all here too.

without his team behind him, joker continues on. he passes multiple cognitions he hadn’t noticed while exploring each distortion—futaba’s version of sojiro, kamoshida’s twisted copies of shujin staff. kaneshiro’s underlings, madarame’s students. sae’s cognition of akira, the stunt double shot in the police station last month. there’s no bullet wound between his eyes. there’s no blood dripping down his face. it’s just akira.

moving through a narrow hallway, joker passes less and less cognitive doubles. he eventually reaches a point of total solitude, yet the hallway stretches on. does he dare keep going? what could be waiting at the end? a trap?

craning his head around, he can’t even see his friends anymore—

“you’re looking for a good time, aren’t you~?”

joker startles at the voice. he finds nothing in the surrounding vicinity. the voice wasn’t talking to him.

“don’t touch me.”

“you’re a shy one, hm? is that why you came looking for me~?”

“a headache like you is the last thing i want to deal with.”

joker glances around before warily following the voices. the hallway is a long journey of nothingness, but the bickering grows louder with every passing step; 

“so cruel. can’t you do better things with that mouth?”

“do you ever shut up?

“you could make me~”

the voices sound familiar, yet not familiar at all. too foreign for akira to place.

“i have numerous methods of silencing inconveniences.”

it’s an emotionless threat, a monotonous drawl, robotic.

“there’s no weapons here. ah… unless that’s a gun in your pocket?”

it’s a desperate attempt at flirting, giggly and slutty. like someone downed a glass of liquor when they’re far too young to be drinking.

“i’m not entirely sure what you’re referring to.”

“perhaps i should teach you~”

joker reaches a dead end at the edge of the hallway, a small room tucked into the side wall. what he sees inside has his heart stopping in his chest; it has his blood running cold.

the floors are dark grey like the rest of mementos’s depths, red streaks running through the walls like severed veins. a single table sits in the center of the room—if it can even be called that. a grey cube and a grey rectangle acting as a bench. the decor isn’t what has joker’s eyes bulging beneath his mask, no. it’s the two cognitions within the room.

i never thought i’d see him again.

there’s something off about the both of them. it’s been less than a month—joker wouldn’t forget his face so easily. he knows his eyes weren’t this soulless; nor were they glistening with such saccharine innocence. his frown was never so slim; his smile was never so wanton. it’s not him. neither are him.

still, joker recognizes both of them.

the one sitting on the bench wears akechi’s winter uniform. he’s a little broader than joker remembers, a little taller. his gaze is completely blank. he wears the face joker saw before akechi shot the bulkhead door shut. the face of a killer. the face he sees in his nightmares.

the one sitting on his lap looks like a wet dream.

his sultry eyes and giddy smile are unfamiliar to joker, but he can only assume this is sae’s cognition of akechi. the casino bunny costume... it’s something the real akechi would never wear. a black leotard and a white collar, a tiny black tie laid over his creamy chest. a bunny ear headband sits atop his head, and his long legs are laced in a pair of fishnets, thrown across his counterpart’s thighs.

they’re complete opposites. both are nothing like akechi.

still, joker watches. it’s the closest he’ll ever get.

“what could you possibly teach me with that vapid, rotten brain of yours?”

it’s so clearly shido’s projection of akechi. joker can easily imagine those words spilling from shido’s drunken mouth. all that’s missing is a hissed brat at the end.

it would make joker sick if it wasn’t akechi’s voice. it’s emotionless, it’s cold and dead, but it’s his voice nonetheless.

“we can start with the basics.”

and the casino bunny… it makes joker wonder what the hell akechi was doing in that prosecutor’s office...

“what are you—”

“shh, accept my guidance. i promise to make it worth your while.”

the casino bunny prods at the crotch of his double, giggling when his breath comes out hitched and ragged.

“you like that, hm?”

...akechi must’ve been shaking his ass all over that office to make sae view him like this.

“don’t you dare—”

“you’re getting worked up already~”

“you won’t humiliate me—”

unzipping his uniform pants, the casino bunny makes a happy sound unveiling the puppet’s cock. joker resists the urge to laugh.

“you’re getting so big. how cute~”

the puppet is about average size, a decent handful in the bunny’s fist. still, it’s bigger than the real akechi’s cock, comically so. the glimpse of his small size in the bathhouse made akira’s heart swell all those months ago. it was more of a clit than anything that could function as a cock: pink and dainty, clean-shaven and adorably soft as he climbed into the water. akira was smitten from just a glance. he can only imagine how sensitive it must be.

“i’m not cute. stop treating me like a damn child.”

the puppet is starting to get frustrated, its expressionless face morphing with rage. joker remembers this from shido’s ship—when the cognition’s face stretched into something terrifying. something inhuman, features only a doll could possess.

“deny all you want. you’re so desperate—you’re throbbing just for me~”

“you’ll regret those words—”

“on the contrary.”

the casino bunny reaches for the puppet’s hand, bringing it to the thin stretch of leotard between his legs.

“feel how excited i am?”

“as expected. you’re nothing more than a dirty whore.”

“but so are you.”

“you truly are worthless.”

“i believe you can find some value in my presence.”

this is sae’s cognition? the same cognition the thieves tied up while akira was sitting in that interrogation room? while he was drugged and beaten?

the casino bunny grinds against the puppet’s fingers.

joker is so…

the bunny reaches between his legs, searching for the button holding his leotard together.

so…

it comes undone with a deafening snap.

so…

the bunny tears his fishnets apart, revealing the pretty, glistening pussy he was hiding underneath.

he is so jealous.

“see how wet i am?” he climbs over the puppet’s lap, hovering just above his leaking cock. weirdly, he straddles his thighs in reverse. facing the door, like he knows joker’s watching. “you’ll take care of me, yes?”

if joker had been the one tying him up—if he had this cognition in his grasp, lord knows he couldn’t control himself.

“i’ll deal with you. you’ll know better than to open that mouth of yours.” 

the puppet squeezes his eyes shut when the bunny sinks down.

it wouldn’t have mattered if joker was alone or not—if he had a friend or his entire team at his side. one glance at that cognition—akechi’s glittering eyes and blushing cheeks, his ample chest and luscious thighs; back when joker could look at akechi’s face and feel anything but grief—he would’ve torn off his clothes and fucked him on that dirty police station floor. he would’ve filled his pussy without a second thought, pounding him until the real akechi came looking for akira, when he couldn’t figure out why his target wasn’t in position.

“are you planning to teach me a lesson~?” the bunny purrs while he bounces in his double’s lap. his pussy looks so cute stretched around the puppet’s cock—he’d look even better taking something bigger. he deserves something bigger.

the puppet finds a strong grip on the bunny’s hips. cruel. possessive.

“you want to be treated like a whore?”

the bunny nods frantically, as fast as his ass springs up and down in the puppet’s lap.

“i’ll treat you like one.”

the puppet barrels into a brutal pace, hard and fast, sending the bunny into a series of broken moans. it’s wet and loud—the puppet’s cock pistoning into the bunny’s pussy. joker wouldn’t be surprised if the other thieves can hear it.

joker fucks into his fist just as quickly.

he would’ve taken the puppet too. if he found him wandering the halls of shido’s ship. he’s a near exact replica of what akechi once was; the empty eyes being the only inaccuracy. joker wouldn’t have looked at them anyway. he would’ve bent him over and fucked him against the boat’s railing—against the nearest desk or wall, the captain’s damn helm if he had to. he’d make the puppet pay for what he did to his goro. he’d meld him to the shape of his cock, he’d make the puppet suck him off until his mouth was stained with cum.

“c-close! don’t stop!”

so what if his insides are as cold as his heart? joker can warm him up.

“take it. take it—”

the bunny shakes when he comes, his legs thrashing, his chest shuddering, his eyes rolling back with a high-pitched cry. it’s beautiful. it’s just as beautiful when the puppet finishes behind him, whimpering as his head rolls onto the bunny’s shoulder.

joker strokes his cock at a frenzied pace—

“oh, joker~”

freezing his movements, joker sees the bunny standing beside the puppet when he looks up. cum drips steadily down the bunny’s thighs, but he looks perfectly polished compared to the wreck of his lookalike. they both stare right at joker. 

“uh. hi ladies.”

“i’m so glad we could put on a show for you,” the bunny purrs. “but i think he needs the full experience for his first time, wouldn’t you say?”

the bunny reaches down, spreading the puppet’s thighs apart to show off his hole. his slacks must’ve slid off during the festivities.

for a soulless, lifeless puppet, the cognition blushes bright red.

“what do you say?” the bunny prods, “help us out?”

and, well. it’s a good thing cognitions don’t need lube, because joker dives right in.

he breaks in two pretty dolls that day.

#so when i said i got carried away before... #now i REALLY got carried away #ninake #sex sex sex sex plap plap plap plap #crumblr

[darkkitty1208]

prompt: Royalty au

Ancient One is Stephen’s mother (adopted/biological) and is ruler of Karma Taj. Stephen has to get married but his identity is always hidden by a veil or a fan he carries. The Ancient One believes that Stephen should be married to someone who makes him happy. So people try and come across the world to see if they can win the approval of Stephen. However TAO hasn’t realised but Stephen already found someone who makes him happy and that Stephen revealed his face to someone.

(If it isn’t obvious it’s the craftsman/blacksmith/knight Tony)

Sorry if this is confusing T-T

Thank you for the lovely prompt, anon! I initially wanted this to be a short n sweet oneshot, probs 2k and 3k max, but well. Whoops. These idiots decided to make their own decisions, so I guess it's a multichap now! 

Special thanks to @stopcallingmeoutfr , who not only is willing to beta read this fic regardless of not being in the fandom, but is also willing to keep up with my horrible plotting and monstrous writing. You're the best, man. 

Anyway, updates are weekly, every Thursday (or whenever I remember to. I make no promises). 

Enjoy! 

~

Of Magic and Love

Chapter 1: Butterflies

The light streaming through the curtains shifted from the red and orange hues of the sunset to the calming blue light of the moon, streaming through the cracks of the windows and landing on the rumpled sheets of the chamber's empty bed. Soft laughter can be heard echoing gently around its walls, its source coming from the balcony where a prince and a blacksmith spoke under the moonlight. 

"Let me show you something, Anthony," he spoke, his voice filled with excitement. Tony looked in rapt attention as the prince held out his hand, and a swirling light of blue began at the tips of his fingers. It shone brighter than that of the moon, and soon, fluttered a blue butterfly that crawled across Stephen's palm. 

"Beautiful," Tony muttered, in awe at the butterfly that seemed to emanate a gentle glow. It flapped its wings into the night air, disappearing into the night. Stephen grinned, a smile that made crinkles form in the edges of his eyes. He conjured some more butterflies from his palm, letting them burst out in a series of flutters. 

A single butterfly flew around the blacksmith, making him turn in a circle to keep eyesight at the beautiful creature, before it decided to land on the tip of his nose. Tony heard soft laughter from beside him, and the moment he flickered his eyes and caught sight of Stephen, his breath caught in his throat, almost as if it were knocked out of his chest. 

The moonlight shone across his features, a slight flush forming on his high cheekbones from the cold of the night air. He was laughing softly beneath his knuckles, and his shoulders shook with it. 

"Beautiful," Tony repeated. The butterfly on his nose fluttered away, joining its friends. 

His warm brown eyes gazed into Stephen's, the swirling shades of green, blue, grey, and a tint of brown in his eyes never failing to enrapture him. It was like looking over the expanse of the deep ocean, where secrets and mysteries of the sea lay beneath, awaiting to be discovered.

The prince had only shown him his face a few days ago, and Tony had cherished every single chance he had to look at it. It was an honour, a show of trust, something no other person – well, no other person like him – has ever had the fortune of seeing. And Tony was forever grateful for it. 

The beauty of his face was nothing like he's ever seen before – the gentle upturn of his lips when he smiled, setting butterflies fluttering inside his stomach, the little crease between his eyebrows whenever he frowned, the little crook of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones that could cut glass… Stephen Strange had an assortment of odd features, yet blended together so well. His beauty was, undeniably, none like the other. It was captivating, luring Tony to the man. 

But just as soon, the little bubble that formed between the two of them at that balcony was disturbed by a knock that came from the door. 

"Your royal highness, the Sorceress Supreme requests your presence." A voice from the door came, and Stephen scrambled for his veil. Tony hurried to drop off the balcony, climbing down the branches of a tree he used to get up. 

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked, whispering the words, but loud enough for the prince to hear. 

Stephen turned around to catch Tony's eyes, and even through the veil, the way his eyes sparkled with a twinkle told him that a smile had formed on his face. 

"Same time tomorrow." Stephen said, before he turned over his heels and stalked towards the door. 

He straightened his clothes and readjusted his veil, clearing his throat before placing his hand on the door handle to slowly pull it open. With a curt nod, the guard in front of him led Stephen through the carpeted hallway, down the swirling staircase, and into the main tower where the throne room was at. Sat on the throne was The Ancient One, who stood upon Stephen's arrival and stepped forward towards him.

"My prince," she greeted. 

"Mother," Stephen replied, giving a bow. 

The Sorceress Supreme returned it with a gentle nod. 

"Such a lovely evening, isn't it?" 

"Yes, I believe so." 

She nodded again, and then clasped her hands together. 

"Well then, I believe I shall just get to the point." 

Stephen nodded, shifting in place. 

"I have decided that it is time for you to take the throne," she said, and Stephen's previous composure gave way to that of surprise, evident from the widening of his eyes and the raise of both his eyebrows. 

The Ancient One gave a light chuckle. "It was bound to happen, eventually. It's not that I'm dying or anything, dear. I just felt it was better to… speed things up" 

Stephen gave a sigh of relief at that, but some tension still lingered in his shoulders. He knew it wasn't just that. 

"But," The Ancient One said, holding up a finger, "in order for you to claim the throne, I wish to have you married. To have someone as a companion to lead the kingdom of Kamar Taj together." 

"Married?" Stephen asked. 

The chuckle that came from his mother was unexpected. "Yes, married." 

Stephen gave a frown. 

"I have, in fact, gathered a few individuals from outside the kingdom that might be compatible for you. Some even wish to merge our kingdoms together," She said, her smile growing at every word, "isn't that such wonderful news? They have agreed to come gather in the very room we are standing in right now, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Stephen exclaimed, the initial shock giving way to anxiety. "Why have you just told me now, mother?" 

The Ancient One gave him a look. It was that look Stephen had never understood, the one that looked so innocent yet held such power, one that made his skin tingle and his insides churn, sending his mind into a swirling mass of panic. It was as if she were staring right through him and revealing every secret of his being, leaving him bare and vulnerable beneath her eyes. 

"Tomorrow." She said instead, a little smirk playing across her lips. She walked away without another word. 

Left standing alone in the throne room, – aside from the guards standing behind the double doors – Stephen gave a frustrated exhale. 

Tomorrow, her voice echoed in his mind. 

~

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[diludae]

Hello congrats on 200 followers! I would like to request something from your event."To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life." -Victor Hugo Les Miserables with Grey Valley Sunset please in writing. Thank you so much!

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽’𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮

This one gave me a little struggle, but that just means I'm learning and growing stronger! WOO

SPOILER WARNING: Hidden Strife part 2, I suggest reading all the letters before reading this fic

diluc x gn!reader // hurt/comfort // anon suggestion // Diludae's 200 Follower Cafe // enjoy!

Your hands sifted through letters and old documents, your grip tightening as you read the words on the sticker.

“Hah! To think that all that play-acting as a one-eyed pirate would eventually end with one actual wounded eye."

How could Diluc do such a thing?! To you he was so sweet and gentle, acting as if you had glass bones and paper skin. But now, you uncovered a new side of him, one filled with bloodshed. You knew he was certainly powerful, but you never imagined him using his vision for such a tortuous punishment. Especially on someone he once called a brother.

You put all of the letters back inside the box and sealed it off with the missing brick, hopefully never to be seen again. Heavy footsteps made their way up a flight of stairs before reaching your ears.

You knew who it was, who had followed you, yet you still didn’t wish to see his face.

“Y/n.”

No response.

“Y/n, look at me.”

Still no response. 

He let out a deep sigh, one of regret and remorse. Diluc knew you wouldn’t blow this off so easily, you were too empathetic to do that. Still, he hoped you would forgive him for his past mistakes. He had matured, he just had to prove it to you.

You heard his footsteps come closer. Why were you stricken with fear? You love Diluc with all your heart, why now could you not bear to face him? One, two, three, you counted each of his antagonizing steps. Maybe, if you ran for it now, you could just barely escape-

“Y/n. Please.” A warm hand was placed on your shoulder. A hand that you held many times, a hand that had injured many. You turned around to see Diluc, his face full of shame. A blow was taken on his heart when he saw the tears in your eyes. He caused this, this was all his fault, his doing.

“Why? Why would you do something like this?” He stood silent for a moment to collect his thoughts. “It was an accident..” “An accident?! Wounding someone’s eye is no accident! You did that with intent!”

He deserved this, this is his punishment for being such a stupid and blinded kid. Sure, he could try to argue his case, but would that really make things any better?

All he could do was pull you into a tight embrace, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so, incredibly sorry my love.” Without even realizing it, you welcomed his touch, which is something you had grown accustomed to. You were used to hugging Diluc, but definitely not like this.

“I- I was stupid, I shouldn’t have acted this way, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you may be scared of me, hurting you is the last thing I would ever do. I just-”

“Over these years, of losing everyone I’ve loved, and then meeting you, I’ve had time to think of what love… truly means to me. Love is so delicate, yet it’s also the most you could ever hope to ask from this world. I learnt that bonds can easily be broken, often from such idiotic reasons. You are my love, my one and only, you are and always will be the most important to me. I’m sorry if I scared you or if you’re upset with my actions. Please, forgive me.”

You cried into his chest. So much had been piling up. Nights spent waiting for Diluc to come home tired and injured, his ongoing war with the Abyss Order, and now his bloody history finally coming to light? Tears flowed out of your face, staining his black dress shirt. Through all of what you’ve been together, you could never turn your back on him. His words were truly genuine.

“It’s okay.. Diluc. I forgive you.” He sighed of relief as he held you even closer. “It must be a lot to handle, and I apologize once more. Would looking at the stars make you feel a bit better?”

Even if Diluc didn’t think he was great at comforting, he sure had a knack for it. As you drifted off to sleep beside him, he stared at your resting form. A kiss was placed on your forehead.

“I love you, my darling. Maybe now, I can finally have the courage to make amends.”

"To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life." -Victor Hugo Les Miserables

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[fangirl--writes]

Purpose. Pre-Spray Jeremiah Valeska x Reader

ENCHANTED PROMPT: “Plan a private picnic by the fires glow.”

RQ by anon. There was no specification other than Jeremiah Valeska so I chose Pre-Spray Jeremiah Valeska.

This was super fun to write, thank you so much anon! 

Word Count: 1550

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A quick rasp at the door caused you to look up from your book. Wordlessly you sighed dropping your marker on your page.

It was just getting good too….

You gave a longing look back at your book before you adjusted your sweater and headed to the door.

“Yes?” Your tired gaze settled on the stoic form of your boyfriend’s assistant.

Ecco. Her blue eyes were deep as she swept your form with a quick nod.

Your lazy afternoon gone in a matter of seconds.

“Come with me please.”

Your brows arched as you stiffened,“Is Jeremi- “

“Mister Wilde, is fine.” Her voice was firm.” I have been instructed to come collect you at his request.”

A soft whine bubbled from your chest as you grabbed your shoes, slipping them on before reaching for your keys. Ecco’s eyes never leaving you as you locked the door. Her hand fell to your back as she guided you to the car, your mind racing with all matter of worry.

Is he okay?

Did something happen-

Jeremiah always informed you ahead of time if he was sending his proxy

Always.

His assistant remained steadfast and silent as she drove you the hidden paths to Jeremiah’s bunker deep in the outskirts of Gotham. Your hands twisted the seat belt in knots as you stared out the tinted window; the city skyline getting smaller and smaller in the rear view.  Time seemed to drag as the car headed into the darkness; the soft glow of the headlights illuminating the rugged path ahead of you.

Please be okay... Please be okay.

Your knuckles were white as the car finally eked to a stop, you had to force yourself to still as the blonde came around to open your door. She led you through the familiar path to the cylinder block square nestled into the ground, with a soft click the door opened. Your chest was tight as the grey walls were bathed in a crisp glowing light. In an instant you threw yourself down the hall, the tense energy that bubbled in your chest burst as you sprinted leaving Ecco behind.

“Jeremiah-

Jeremiah…please answer me.”

Your voice grew more desperate with every scream. There was no sign of your red headed engineer-

Images of him collapsed somewhere down one of the many twisting halls flooded your mind; his body limp, lifeless on the cold concrete. The soles of your sneakers skidded to a stop as a faint crunch caught under your feet.

Your frantic gaze veered down to see a petal crumbled under your rampage… a vibrant crimson rose.

You backtracked catching sight of more petals… your siege paused as you followed the trail down the new corridor. The white lights were dimmed; instead, the hall was illuminated in soft glow of small flickering candles. A warm whiff of your favorite scent guided you down the hall.

Did… Jeremiah do this?

Every so often you’d come home to a beautiful bouquet on your table with a handwritten note of adoration. Small gifts would be delivered to your workplace, but never a gesture like this.

You thumbed the rose petal in your palm as you gawked in awe as you moved along unsure of your destination.

The hall opened up to a room familiar. The den where you and your significant other spent hours, reading, laughing and enjoying the others company.

The worn petal slipped from your hand as you laid sight on a room aglow by a steady crackling flame in a fireplace… a new fireplace. Lanterns filled in the gaps chasing away any inkling of frigid darkness.

Your hands flew to cover your lips as a surprised gasp escaped you. A massive fur rug was spread over the typical cold concrete draped with plush pillows and blankets. The rose petals had blossomed into dozens of stems planted in small metal vases laid meticulously across the space, dancing in the dim glow.

“Do you like it Darling?”

You nearly melted hearing Jeremiah’s breezy voice tickle your ear; your eyes squeezed shut as his arms slipped around you in a warm embrace

He pulled you in close his cologne faint, filled your senses as you held him.

“It’s… amazing…”

You froze in you enrapture; eyes growing wide for a split second as you remembered-

“Don’t Scare Me Like That.” The words flew from your mouth angrily as you wiggled turning to smack your partners chest.

“Do you know how worried I was?

I thought you were dead.

Ecco didn’t say anything and you- “

Jeremiah’s lips cut you off as he cradled your cheek in his hand. His forehead together against yours pulling away to speak in your place.

“Forgive me. I know it’s brash but I wanted to surprise you and didn’t know any other way.”

You grazed the back of his hand falling into the deep green pools of his eyes.  His dark brows knitted in concern at your silence.

After a few moments your bubbling giggle filled the room. “Don’t make it a habit.” You pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before turning back to the fireplace.

Your partner’s hand entwined into yours with a low breathy chuckle and a shake of his head as he led you to the warmth of the hearth, guiding you to a cushion before slipping off to the side returning quickly with two glasses and a covered dish.

“Thank you.” You grinned as you reached to take one of the glasses filled with your favorite wine.  

He settled beside you before laying the dish to the side before taking a drink of his own.

“I do wish you would have at least given me a clue…” You swirled your glass before taking a sip. “I feel so out of place in all this elegance.”  Even he had dressed impeccably as always in a copper toned sport coat and trousers down to his shoes that shined with care.  

Jeremiah’s hand brushed against your knuckles pulling your attention from the drink; the flame dancing off the lenses of his glasses as he stared into the roaring fire.

“It doesn’t compare.”

The faintest grin crept on his face as he caught a glimpse of your eyes darting away to your glass, your form dipped at his sincerity. He felt a small pride seeing your blush, the bashful grins as you took his compliments was almost mind numbing for him. “All the grandest gestures I could give would never measure to the one you have given me.”

Your head lifted with the faintest tilt as you set your glass aside. “…Sweetheart is was just a watch...”

Your naïve nature was a charm he held so dear to his heart Jeremiah wanted nothing more than to protect you, to guard you from the evils of the outside world that had turned him callous and cold.

He felt his cheeks crack into a chuckling grin that spilled into his speech. “-And it’s a lovely piece, but it wasn’t…quite what I had in mind.”

He cleared his throat as he turned to face you reaching to take both your hands.

You gave him a reason to step away and take part in the small pleasures.

He felt life was worth something again. He was alive when you were with him, the mere thought of you now made Jeremiah…dare he say giddy like school boy with his first love. He now had a purpose beyond the piles of blueprints and sticky notes lining the walls of office.

He had you.

The fear that paralyzed him to hide in the shadows of the underground was cracking, shedding a light on a new life that he could build with his new purpose.

Even now as he looked to you, blinking under the cover of the candle lit room a weak smile slipped across his lips. The words all planned, down to the breathes he’d take all but faded away; Jeremiah didn’t even notice the faint tremor in his hands as he took in a breath in an attempt to seal his nerves.

You made him a mess.

“Y/N, my darling... will you stay here? With me.”

Your eyes glistened, as a soft gasp escaped you breaking into a beaming smile as you nodded eagerly your whole-body following along.

Before you could reply, he pressed a finger to your parted lips. His voice was faint as he dropped an addition.

“The night, and forever.”

You couldn’t hold the elation that was bursting in your chest; suddenly you sprang forward overtaking him in a fit of glee as one word fell feverishly from your lips. Yes. Yes, yes yes.

The two of you went tumbling down to the plush carpet. Jeremiah was on his back in an instant as your lips came crashing down to capture his own in a buzz of excitement.

Unprepared he flinched as the two of you went reeling back; his mind going blank as your lips settled into his. His hands wandered to hold your waist steady, savoring the taste of the drink on your lips before watching you pull away with a breathless huff.

And now, he would never have to think of another day were you wouldn’t be with him.

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[oldestenemy]

I FORGOT TO SAY THIS ALSO YESTERDAY BUT I ACTUALLY THINK UR STITCH IS SO SICK LIKE ITS AWESOME TO ME!!! never seen a stitch like it before. and i love the crafted khrys wands like khrys crafted wands my beloveds forever and ever 🤝🤝🤝 the drip they have is literally unmatched... 🫶 and u can flex u've done ur crafting quests at least up until then 😏

Thank you so much!!!!!!

Burrower armor my beloved. I also like the idea of the darkmoor hood covering the wizard's identity from that point forward unless they pull it down because...as is probably clear I am really here for their loss of/lack of identity as a lore point.

And YES i adore the crafted Khrysalis wands, I love any of the more unique looking wands honestly, I had the Storied Spyglass stitched on everything I used from level 60 onward... But when I saw there was a staff one I could pick up from Sardonyx I spent so much time trying to get the stardust and turqoiuse for loremaster tcs i needed. I love it, it's stitched to... something right now, cannot honestly remember what without booting the game up. I don't think it's the darkmoor one, I'm pretty sure that's hanging on a wall somewhere.

I just double checked and I am currently up to the Visionary crafting rank, I need... many many many more flying squid ink (I have..four, of forty-five) plus a handful more aether ore and shining scales before I can finish baba yaga's focused mace. Though in all honesty I like the Khrysalis staff better so I will almost certainly just keep using that one XD

Crafting quests are some of my favorites! Like I mentioned I wish we had more craftable castle options, because I think the challenge and work required for them is really rewarding if they're done well.

--Stevie

#lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood #wizard101 #still tapping. less murder. #grey glass and hidden faces (anon)

[bardicbeetle]

I love Fresh Cut Grass! Also, how are things? ☕

Coffee!

I also love FCG though i’ve not really been keeping up with this campaign 💚

Things, go i suppose. I’ve been getting more writing done the last couple weeks than i have in a long time. Most of it being doctor who fanfiction but you know what i’ll take that. It’s nice to step back to. and it’s certainly nicer than not writing at all.

Hmmm things that are happening— oh name. name is new. Hi, I’m Lark. that’s. new. And still something i am getting used to (coming to terms with?) despite having picked out myself (oh the joys of being trans/nonbinary).

I’ve been burnt out to hell and back lately. winter isn’t helping much. i’d be happier if it wasn’t -17 (F) every morning when i rolled out of bed. because despite having Winter Depression i do actually like being outside in the snow. but not when my perpetually damp body parts freeze on contact with hair (eyes, nose, mouth, lungs).

Boy and i have been working our way through doctor who (me again— him for the first time) and we’ve reached season 3 which is good because i can’t stand rose tyler and also it means i get Koschei back soon.

I’ve dropped myself back into witchcraft and also character journaling both of which are helping keep me from running away from society forever which is what working makes me want to do every day of my life. Oh and i’ve become obsessed with indeterminate variety tomatoes because i want someday to have one of those squash tunnel trellis things covered in tomatoes. i want a tomato tunnel.

secret garden: vegetable edition.

That’s where i’m at right now. desperate for a tomato tunnel.

How are you doing? How has the year of many twos treated you so far?

And always thank you for checking in 💚

- Lark

#~~i’m rather partial to pussy and apple pie myself~~ #the magician cries #coffee nonnie #grey glass and hidden faces #questions concerns and or rotten tomatoes #coffee anon #larkspur will write later

[shini--chan]

I have an idea! What would Allies do after finding out that their s/o have (another) stalker? It can be another yandere, a creep, ex, jealous coworker with bad intentions or even a serial killer.

And a good idea it is, my dear anon.

Yandere Allies – Feindling America

You were already fast asleep, snoozing away under the covers in your shared bedroom. He, on the other hand, was still wide awake and had decided to settle down in the living room to do some light reading. His insomnia was due to the usual reasons – too much caffeine, too much stress, too much curiosity to just let the day finish.

And because he was worried, intently, about you. There was somebody else trying to stick their grubby fingers in your shared life, and pry you apart. That was something he was absolutely sure off. After living so long, and becoming paranoid due to his position on the global stage, he knew very well when he was being watched.

There was something after you in particular, he didn’t like it.

Out of his peripheral vision, he caught sight of somebody moving in the bushes. A spike of adrenaline shot through his body, and for a moment he was tempted to storm about side and give that creep a hook. Yet a better idea came to mind – first to fire a warning shot.

He net his book aside and sauntered to one of the glass door to the balcony and gave the pane a few sharp knocks. It was enough to catch their attention. It was almost comical how the figure froze, and the hood swivelled in his direction. Alfred couldn’t identify them in any capacity – they wore non-script jeans and a grey hoodie along with a pair of gloves. But this was about digging up the war axe.

Grinning, he flipped the bird at them, and then proceeded to draw a thin line across his throat in an unmistakable message.

Alfred would see this as a chance to play hero. He would finally be able to prove to you how capable he is at protecting you, how attentive he would be when it would water down to your safety. Of course, he would make sure there would be a lot he wouldn’t catch wind off – it would be the instances where he would come off as an evil master mind or as a control freak that he would skilfully hide from you.

He might or might not elect to torture the fool that would be stalking you. For him, waterboarding that creep would be a method of stress relief. It would also drive home the point that nobody should dare try to get between him and his sweetie.

Canada

Besides you, your phone beeped for what must have been the twelfth time in the span of one minute. You sobbed harder and buried your face in his chest. Matthew calmly stroked your back, making quiet soothing noises as he held you close.

“(Ex) will have to leave you be someday. This can’t go on forever. One day that jerk will have to accept that you’re gone for good”, he told quietly, while cautiously shifting his position to a more comfortable one.

You were both on the backseat of his car, having sought sanctuary there after you started panicking upon seeing the messages. All the memories had started to overwhelm you, and you had gripped his arm as if it was the only thing that was preventing you from drowning.

“No, that won’t be the case. Before I met you, I tried to leave so often only to be lured back into it. It was only because I met you that I haven’t gone back”, you cried, gazing up at him with a tear-stricken face.

“Shh, I will think of something. There shall be hell to pay.”

Matthew would be concerned about your wellbeing first and foremost. He would cater to you, cuddle with you, sooth you. But don’t think that would mean he would go easy on you should you step out of line and try to flee from him. When he would say he would never let your ex take you back, he would be indirectly saying he would never allow you to leave him.

Naturally, he would be careful and avoid any explicit rhetoric stating that your place in the world is at his side, but the message would be there, hidden between the lines.

With the legal sway he would hold, he would easily have your ex punished in some capacity. This could range from a fine to a restrain order to spending some time in jail.

China

A scream pierced the silence of the night, followed by a yell as the attacker was swept off his feet. Yao didn’t hesitate to continue beating the culprit up, even though he was on the ground.

After all, this was a man that had just been a few milliseconds away from dragging you away and murdering you, after doing unspeakable things to you, things that couldn’t be lightly talked about in any context.

“So, you’re the vermin that has been butchering people left and right for the past four months. You’re just as disgusting as I expected”, Yao commented as he brought his foot down on his back in a harsh stamp.

You had taken seat on a tree stump that was standing by. The near death experience and the fight going on in front of you had utterly rattled you. You were numbly staring at the scene playing out, heads in your hands, whole body trembling and eyes wide blown.

He kicked the killer in the side and was rewarded was a grunt and a hiss: “And I’ll fucking kill you too.”

“Sure you will”, Yao drawled sarcastically and pressed the criminals head into the dirt. “Get used to the taste of it.”

Contrary to expectations, Yao would approach the situation of serial killer being after you calmy. Not because he wouldn’t care about you, but rather because he would be far to old to be surprised by such a – in his eyes – trivial thing. And because he would know that letting himself drown in anger or panic would just result in him making grave mistakes – ie. losing you.

Nevertheless, he would never be far off, lurking behind corners, just out of sight of you and the murderer. He would also scoure your online activity, searching for any suspicious doings from other users. Furthermore he would use the opportunity to learn more about you and your strengths and weaknesses.

England

“Ah, ah, ah. Keep your dirty paws off that”, Arthur chided Jane and firmly grabbed Jane by the ear, harshly tugging there. It wasn’t the most humane treatment of a mortal, that England knew very well. However, he was in a sour mood, your infuriating co-worker being one of the contributing factors to it. Besides, he hadn’t made it one of his life maximas to be nice.

“You dare”, she hissed. When he gave another sharp tug, she yelped and dropped your phone, showing one of your social media profiles. Jane Smithers was persistent, he would have to give her that. Yet that would just be her downfall because she had decided to use that trait to try to ruin your life.

“Oh yes I dare. I dare to not tolerate your disgusting behaviour. Between you and me, we’re going to have a very long talk about your morals.”

She snorted and grabbed his hand.

“I could sue you for sexual harassment. We’ll see if you’ll still be laughing then.”

Oh, he had expected such a threat to come from such a vile person as her. He chuckled lowly – did she really think she could best him when it came to anything.

“And then spend some time in the nick for lying to judge and jury. Don’t think you’d be able to weasel your way out of this. I’m the one here that can have your framed and believe me, I could get you a bloody life sentence.”

She stared at him, uncomprehending, before realisation dawned and she let out a harsh laugh.

“So that is how (l/n) did it. Slept the way to the top.”

“No. (Y/n) has talent, impeccable talent. So unlike you, my dearest never had to resort to the methods you were so kind to mentioned.”

Arthur would see it as his duty to protect you – your physical & mental wellbeing as well as your reputation. So of course he would go after any jealous co-worker that would try to ruin you to any extent. And as mentioned in the snippet above, he wouldn’t be exactly nice about it. Any means would do for him, as long as the risk of his machinations backfiring on him and you would be relatively low.

During the whole process, he would letting you know about everything. It would be his point of proving that the world is a horrible place and that you can only find solace in his company and attention.

France

Francis was in the kitchen when you came stumbling in, frazzled and panting as If you had just run a marathon. By the way your extremities were trembling and sweat dotted your forehead, he wouldn’t be surprised. The only question was why.

Aside from that, fear danced in your eyes, and that was the only further information he needed to know that something was wrong. Rushing forward, he scooped you in his arms, ignoring the coffee that he had been preparing, and asked you:

“What happened, ma cherie?”

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his torso, taking heavy, laboured breaths, as if you were crying. That was when he realised that you were. It worried him.

Was this something that he had done? What had caused you to become so distressed? Was it something he could fix.

“You don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to”, he offered shakily, unsure about what he should do to cheer you up. How could he, when he didn’t know why you were in such a state?

Thankfully, you supplied him with an explanation, one that caused his concern to freeze to ice cold anger: “There is some creep following me. He grabbed my butt when I got off the bus.”

Whoever that devil was, he was going to have hell to pay,

Francis would be enraged that somebody would be so disrespectful of your boundaries and of the fact that you’re already taken. In the brief moments of his more intense bouts of fury, he might do something as rash as to track the creep down and bludgeon him with something, probably a newspaper.

However, his preferred method would be character assassination (this would work especially well if the culprit in question would have a high social status) and verbal abuse. In this case, his revenge could be long-winded and very elaborate.

Russia

The temperature of the corridor had dropped since the last time he had visited – a testimony to the bad insulation and the approaching winter. Ivan thought it did her justice. After all, she did deserve this after nearly kidnapping you.

Speaking of her, she was sitting near the bars when he approached and when she glimpsed him, she quickly scooted away. Clever; she had learned from what had occurred the last time.

“Come to taunt me again?”, she seethed, curling into a tight, haggard ball of fury. Understandable in her case, however he wouldn’t shed any tears or have any sleepless nights.

“As is customary. I have to elevate your boredom somehow”, he confirmed, grabbing a chair and seating himself opposite her.

She stared at the door at the end of the passage, hungerly tracing it and searching the shadows for any sign of you. Ivan derived pleasure from mocking her: “How foolish are to think I would have brought my lover with me? I didn’t the last few times so why should it any different now?”

“You’re so very attached to (y/n), so I had my hopes.”

“Then I’ll have to forever dash them. That I owe you.”

She snarled at this; face twisted to a nasty frown.

“You know, you and I aren’t so different. So it is even more hypocritical of you to claim the moral high ground. Does (y/n) know even half of the things you’ve done in the name of your love?”

“I detest the comparison. I walk free while you rot in solitude, unloved and unwanted. While you have done everything wrong, I have done what was right where it counted most. You go very far by suggesting anything else.”

Russia would be the one to act the most intense of all the allies. He would have had people that were dear to him ripped away from him in the past, so he invest a lot of energy in insuring that wouldn’t happen to you and him.

That would mean he would go up to 11 in this case. As in, he would either kill this person and dissolve their body in acid or feed it to the pigs. Or he would leave this other yandere to rot somewhere after having dragged them before court for a very showy trail to break their spirit.

#yandere hetalia #yandere allies #yandere america #yandere england #yandere russia #yandere canada #yandere china #yandere france

[ceruleancattail]

HAPPY (late) NEW YEAR!!!! I just noticed your requests were open and was wondering if you could do fluff with Azul? Like reader and Azul go to the beach for whatever reason and this is the first time reader sees his merform? And they just keep complementing it and saying just how cool it is and everything, idk if this is enough of an idea to be called a request lol, but anyway have a great rest of your day/night and remember to drink some water!

It’s ok- I was also late in answering this request, so we’re even anon! So sorry- this was honestly such a cute, adorable concept, thank you for your request!

The Sands and Your Hands.

Azul Ashengrotto x reader

The beach smelled like summer.

The salty breeze lapping at your cheeks, nibbling against your skin ever so lightly. Cerulean waves rocked into the shore, foam bubbling against the sand. The sound of the water a hymn, honouring all the wonders of the sea.

Hand interlocked with the male behind you, you both made your way towards the golden shore.

It was hard to stifle a smile when you stepped onto the beach, grinning at the way your shoes sunk into the sand. Feeling those little yellow particles crunched under your sole. You soon made short work of your shoes, kicking them off, if only to feel the softness of the sand underfoot.

A soft sigh blew right by you, uncertain eyes hidden behind lens of glass, twinkling with the sun’s glow. Always one step behind you, Azul walked with slow, tentative steps, carefully navigating his way through the sandy shores. He wasn’t too eager to come to the beach, but how could Azul refuse you?

You were ever so cute as you pleaded, eyes all bright, shimmering like pearls. You’ve spent your time weaseling through every excuse he put up, shooting them down one by one. Until Azul finally relented, if only to get you to stop. Honestly, you’ve been spending too much time with him in the Mostro Lounge.

Not that Azul hates it. It’s rather… pleasant to have some company whenever he’s working. Especially when it’s yours. Your voice, a smoothing potion engulfing his heart in a warm, tender embrace.

He hangs back, tossing his coat onto the ground. This wasn’t a planned trip, honestly. Azul would have preferred to have a mat, some refreshments and all the works. However, the moment he agreed, you grabbed some leftovers from the Mostro Lounge, and dragged him to the beach immediately.

Spontaneous, aren’t you? Despite himself, Azul’s lips slipped into a small smile. You just couldn’t contain your excitement of finally making him crack. Well, you might think you were the victor, frolicking merrily in the waves, but to Azul?

Tilting his head ever so slightly, Azul’s gaze takes on a softer, more gentle quality as he watches you laugh. Seeing you smile, joy-filled laughter echoing through the air like a siren’s sweet melody….

Anyone would agree that he was the true victor here.

His eyes meet yours, your mischief reflected within his grey irises. Before Azul could even blink, something cold pelted his arms. Your hands were outstretched, flinging seawater all over him. Cool droplets clung onto Azul’s skin, glittering like a string of pearls. Along with those wet splotches, were dark patches of black and purple, blooming across his skin.

Panicked, Azul yanks his sleeves down. A rustle of clothing as Azul did his best to cover up. Keeping that side of him out of sight. Out of your sight, in particular.

You were already so happy. Azul didn’t want you to stop, especially not because of him.

A weight pressed into his arm. Fingers deftly slipping into his sleeves, folding them up hesitantly. Raising his head, Azul came face to face with you. Shooting him a sheepish grin, you fold his sleeves back up, fingers lingering onto the dark splotches on his skin.

They were surprisingly smooth, chilling the very tips of your fingers. A refreshing chill. Pressing your wet palms against his arm, you watched in amazement as his skin changed, melting away into a deep purple.

Swallowing back a quavering breath, Azul whispers, as soft as the sea’s gentle breeze:

“Are you not scared?”

Your gaze flickers back at him, before you shrug.

“Well, it’s cool. It’s a… beautiful purple, really.”

Hands dropping down to his, you clutch at his palm. Fingers trembling as they wrap around his, clasping Azul’s hand within yours.

“Anyways, it was my fault that you got wet in the first place. Sorry, Azul.

I thought you’ll like the beach, but all I did was drag you to a place you didn’t want to go.”

Silence hung heavy in the air in between both of you, before a cough was choked out by Azul. An awkward one, forced out of his throat.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I didn’t want to see the ocean again. Bickering with you about this trip was… unexpectedly fun.”

Carefully, his fingers wrap themselves around a lock of your hair, tucking it securely behind your ear.

“I guess I was just afraid that you’ll be… repulsed.”

Like the rest.

Even though that part went unsaid, you heard it as clear as day. Squeezing his hand affectionately, you whisper to him.

As soft as the ocean’s kisses to the shore.

“I would never be repulsed by you. I… I like you. A lot, actually.”

A sudden warmth rushed to your cheeks. You could feel a tint of pink blooming, turning a deeper crimson with every passing second. Quickly, you avert your gaze. Doing your best to hide your embarrassment from Azul.

Unfortunately for you, a businessman hardly misses anything. A chill nibbles at your cheek, as Azul cups it lovingly. Gently easing your face back forward, coaxing you to look at him once more. His thumb caresses your lips lightly, the weight of his gentle touch lingering long after it moves away.

“What was that, darling? I couldn’t quite catch… whatever it is that you said.”

Frowning at Azul’s smug grin, you reply:

“You definitely heard whatever I said, liar.”

The faintest trace of a smirk danced across his lips, as Azul moved closer. Close enough for you to see your blush reflected within his eyes, to feel his breath, waft against your lips.

“Awww, now I’m a liar? How hurtful. And here I thought I heard you say you loved me.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #Azul #Azul ashengrotto x reader #Azul x reader #lucky potion🔷 #I hope you don’t mind I didn’t write about his entire merform #because that would have involved dunking #the poor guy into the sea entirely. #As much as I wanted to I don’t think #he’ll give in to that too easily #Of course maybe if you asked really nicely… and gave him a little kiss…. #maybe he would #maybe

[rezzyromance]

I told you you'd do great. (Moreau x GN!Reader)

Summary: The reader finds a baby in the village whos family was killed by lycans and takes it home with them and Moreau to give it a new home.

(This is the story that was requested and I accidentally deleted it. I hope the og anon finds this.) TW: Mentions of gore, violence, and death.

The door to Moreau's shack had been broken for weeks now. You had spent a lot of time and energy trying to fix it yourself, but had to give up as your frustration grew too overwhelming. With no where else to go, you had to result to asking, nearly begging, for assistance from the only person who you knew could help: Karl Heisenberg. He refused at first, claiming he didn't have enough time to be everyone's handyman. But, you had annoyed him enough for him to agree to build you a completely new door if you were able to gather the supplies.

So, that's what you were doing today. You were trekking through the woods from the reservoir to the village, hoping to gather enough spare wood for Heisenberg to build a new door for the shack you lived in along side Moreau. You've been pushing a wheelbarrow for what feels like forever, hoping it could aid in carrying your gathered wood back to the factory where Heisenberg stayed. You want to give up and give your sore arms a break, but the village is so close that you can't just take a break. Plus, there had been a lycan attack last night. They managed to wipe out what little population was left of the village, so the journey isn't a very safe one. You had a shotgun on your back which you barely knew how to use, but kept close just in case.

Finally, you made it to the village which was now a ghost town. You let go of the wheel barrow and sat down on the ground to rest. Your period of recovery didn't last long you heard a growling noise grow closer. Even though the lycans had massacred every last soul in the villiage the night before, a few decided to stay in the are. And now, they were all eyes on you. One was on a roof while two others began to approach you from the left. You scatter to your feet and run towards a house with a gaping door, hoping you'll have enough time to prepare your gun.

You get inside the house and shut the door. The inside of the house was a wreck. Broken glass covered the floor along with flipped furniture and blood splatters all over the walls, floors, and even ceiling. It was a horrific sight that only caused your adrenaline to rush more. The door began to shake and you could see them from outside the window. You rush to the room farthest in the back and lock the door behind you.

It was a bedroom. And inside you could hear the muffled sounds of crying. You shake your head, thinking that you're hearing things in your panicked state. But the crying never ceased. Instead, it grew louder. "How can there be any sign of life here?" you think as you tremble, attempting to hold your gun straight. "Where is it? What is it? A baby? How? Where?", these questions flooded your brain. The crying grew louder as you looked around, still no baby in sight.

Then, you saw something. A piece of paper on the floor, slightly wedged between a loose wooden floor board.

"Please, for the love of Mother Miranda, if anyone is to find my sweet Daniel, care for him. Keep him safe."

- it read. You looked at the loose floor boards from which the paper came from. "It's in the floor", you think. Suddenly, your own thoughts are silenced by the banging of the bedroom door. A grey and grotesque hand managed to forces it's way through the wood, clawing mercilessly as the horrific growls of the lycans fill the room. You grab the gun and stick it through the new hole, pulling the trigger. The hand recedes from the hole and a new one takes its place. This time, one of the beasts sticks its disgusting face through the gap. You cock the gun and pull the trigger once more, blowing bits of the lycans face in all directions before it's lifeless body falls on top of the previous one. The last one is only angrier now, pulling at the hole and causing it to grow. High on adrenaline, you don't budge from where you're standing as you prep your gun and shoot at the beast once more.

After the last gunshot, the only noise in the room is the crying from under the floor that had now turned into screams. You gather your thoughts and focus once more on the loose floor boards. You stick your fingers in the gap of one of the wooden plants, pulling it from the floor easily. You do that to a few more before the screaming child is revealed to you. There was a secret hole under the floor that the wooden planks covered which is where the baby was placed, wrapped up in a blue blanket. You can only imagine the fear and heart break the person must have felt as they saw their baby's face for the last time before hiding it underneath the wooden floors.

You hold the crying baby close, rocking it gently and attempting to make soothing sounds in hopes to calm the both of you down. There's no telling how many more lycans may be roaming the village, so you understand that you don't have time to waste. You hold the baby close to your chest and make a run for it towards the reservoir, leaving the original mission of gathering supplies behind.

You made it back to the resevoir with no other lycan encounters. Your running had caused the baby to continue to cry on the way though. When you were close enough to Moreaus shack for him to hear it in the distance, he staired out the window. He was shocked and confused to see you so panicked with a crying baby in your arms. "What happened?! Who's baby is that?!", he rushes out of the building towards you. "I'm not sure. His name is Daniel, I think, and his family had hidden him under the floor during the lycan attack last night. I saved him and had to kill some lycans and...", you stopped to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. "Moreau we have to help him.", you hold the crying child close, rocking it gently. Its crying grew quieter, but didn't stop. You looked over to Moreau. His hands were on his head and he was stunned.

"N-no! I-I-I-I can't! I can't take care of a child!", he blurts out. "We'll do it. We'll do it together.", you put a hand on his shoulder in attempt to calm him down. "I'll scare it! It'll hate me!", he grew more and more panicked. "Sal, please calm down love. Here' hold it.", you begin to hand the baby to him. He steps back. "I can't!" "I won't be able to do this on my own. We're this babies only hope. Heisenberg and Donna won't be able to handle it and Alcina wouldn't want to raise a boy." He knew you were right and couldn't argue. "I don't have anything to help! No food and and an- no baby clothes!", he says. "I'm sure the Duke will have something. He's got everything! And he's never hard to find. I'm sure if I left now to go look for him, I wouldn't be gone for 10 minutes and I'd come back with everything the baby needs and more!" He grew silent as he anxiously fiddled with his hands. "Here, you take the baby while I go looking for the Duke. I won't be long. You'll do great.", you begin to hand the baby to him again.

He turns around. "I don't want it to see me, (Y/N)!", he refuses. "Fine.", you sigh. "I'll set him down on the couch. You can watch him and make sure he doesn't fall while I'm gone.", you place the baby on the couch and give Moreau a kiss on his head. "You'll do great, honey. I won't be long.", you give him one last kiss before leaving. He was left alone with the baby who was now crying loudly, wiggling on the couch.

"Please don't cry! Please calm down! I-it's okay!", he quickly makes his way over to the baby, unsure of what to do. "Please..calm down..", he gently places a hand on it's stomach. It grips onto one of his fingers and pulls it closer. It's crying quits down into whimpers. "Are you okay?", he begins to wiggle his finger that the baby is gripping onto. It responds with a giggle that brightens up the room. Moreau's heart is left fluttering with excitement. He smiles and wiggles his finger more. The baby lets go and claps in excitement. Moeau begins to laugh to, excited by the fact he was able to make the baby laugh.

The baby began to wiggle and rock, attempting to move. Moreau watched it, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, the baby put all of the power in it's little body into rocking it's body to the side, attempting to roll over onto it's stomach. Instead, it began to roll off the couch. Moreau screams as he grabs the baby before it hits the ground. "You can't do that! You're gonna get hurt! (Y/N) will be so mad if something happens to you!", he held the baby close to his chest, cradling it in his arms protectively. A smile stretched across its face. He reached a hand up and began to tug at Moreau's hood. He looked down at it, confused on why it wasn't screaming at the sight of him. 'Are you.. not afraid of me?", he put his hands under the babies arms and lifted it up to where it can see him face to face. It continued to smile and reach for him. Tears began to form in his eyes. This innocent little life viewed him as a friend, not a monster.

You returned home from visiting the Duke. Just as you suspected, he provided you with a large selection of baby essentials. Formula, clothes, diapers, and even a few toys. You pushed open the broken door and gaze upon the sight in front of you. Moreau was holding the baby in front of his face. Tears of joy slowly washed over his face as the baby giggled. "I told you you'd do great.", you smiled.

#re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #salvator moreau headcanon #moreau x reader #salvatore moreau

[markberries]

what we do in the dark┊draco malfoy

• anon requested: Hey! If you do story requests can I get draco and yn in a secret relationship (yn is also slytherin but muggleborn) and then draco gets tired of hiding, kisses her in public and smut ensues? Thank you in advance love your writing!

• info: having a secret relationship with hogwarts’ troublemaker was difficult, especially when all he wanted was for everyone to know that you were his.

• warnings: cursing, fingering

• genre: fluff, angst if you squint, smut, fem reader

• word count: 2346

• a/n: HOLY CRAP i actually finished a wip!! anyways sorry that i haven’t posted much hp in awhile </333 i hope u guys enjoy!

being a model student was difficult; having the endless stress of keeping your grades above everyone else, the constant studying and time you spent in the library, and most importantly, keeping your relationship with draco malfoy hidden.

it had been 6 months since the day he asked you out, the classic “bad boy” and “nerdy girl” couple, you were surprised by his confession, and he was surprised by your agreement. the secrecy part was a mutual decision, being brought up by you, when someone had told you that hanging around draco was a bad idea.

draco, of course, didn’t mind, for he had a reputation to keep up with his friends, and that is what settled it. you liked it, the sneaking around, the excitement of nearly being caught hiding in the prefect’s bathroom together, it was fun.

in public, you two were rarely seen together. you acted like you didn’t know each other. people never got suspicious; the only thing that could get you two caught was draco’s inability to keep his hands to himself. when guys would hit on you, unbeknownst of the steady relationship you and draco had, it made malfoy’s blood boil. 

he would watch them walk up to you confidently, where you would sit in the dining hall, intently writing notes and eating the nicely placed food that lay in front of you. he would watch your eyes look up to the boy, who would politely ask you on a date. you would decline, saying that you were too busy to date. 

he would lock eyes with you, you would shrug your shoulders and smile at him, but being cautious of the people surrounding you. the only thing that irritated him was the fact that these boys thought they had a chance with you. they thought that the only reason you wouldn’t date them was because you were merely busy, when the truth was that you were taken. by him.

the reason you liked draco was because he made you feel different, like you were taking risks. people used to call you boring, but draco changed that. he thought of you as unique, he liked you for you, and he had never tried to change you. he was just a sweetheart hidden behind his bad boy facade.

“you looked so pretty today,” he whispered to you, arms engulfed around you as you two curled up in his dorm. usually, you would be worried about someone catching a glimpse of you two, but today, you had decided to skip potions class. it was the second time you had ever skipped a class (the first time was also with draco), and people may perceive that it was his influence on you, but you thought differently.

“we didn’t see each other today,” you laugh, pinching his cheek. he winces slightly, before giving you a soft smile.

“yeah, but i know you looked pretty.”

you raise a brow, “oh? what a flirt you are.”

he buried his head in your shoulder, breathing in deeply to get a whiff of your sweet fruity scent, “only for you,” he says, voice muffled by your grey pajama tee.

“mm,” he pauses, entertwining your hands. “the yule ball is coming up.”

you hum, ruffling his hair and offering him a kind smile. “i know.”

“we could attend it.. together.”

“i know,” you kiss his cheek, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink, “but everyone is gonna be there..”

there’s an evident frown that forms on draco’s face, his thought process remained unknown to you, and there’s a slight pang of guilt that washes over you, after all, you didn’t expect draco to want to sneak around with you forever.

“right,” he clears his throat, turning away to lay on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling. you bite your lip, sitting up and running a hand through his blonde hair. his eyes then stare back at yours, and you offer a pity smile.

“i’m sorry, let me just get through my finals and then we can tell the others, okay?”

there’s a pause of silence, before draco speaks up again.

“are you ashamed of me?”

your expression softens, lying back down and caressing his face, making him turn to you. there was nothing that could make you ashamed of draco, you just didn’t know if you were ready to face lectures from your parents, knowing well enough about them, for dating someone who constantly torments people of the muggleborn status. you wanted to tell them that he was different, that he was capable of accepting people for who they are.

“no, i could never be ashamed of you, you know that,” you reassure, placing a kiss to the tip of his nose. he smiles, brushing a piece of hair out of your face lovingly.

“i know love,” he admires your face for a brief moment, studying your features, “sometimes i just can’t help myself when i’m around you.”

a giggle escapes your lips, followed by a raise of your brow. a grin creeps it’s way upon your face, as malfoy rolls his eyes at your own silliness.

“you’re so weird,” he comments, enveloping you into his arms.

“draco, people are gonna be wondering where we are in the great hall,” you remind him, as the time for dinner approaches. skipping classes together was already risky, not showing up to dinner would be the frosting on the cake.

“alright alright,” he sighs, getting up and picking up his robe that hung from your desk chair. your heart clenches — in a good way, thinking about how it would be like to tell everyone about your relationship.

there were always pros and cons, as you knew there were a few female students who found draco undeniably attractive, and if they were to find out, you knew that you would always be a topic of conversation, but on the contrary, they wouldn’t try to spark up conversations with him. you knew your parents wouldn’t be happy, but you would be able to openly spend time with him, you’d get to kiss him whenever you wanted, and your parents would eventually get used to your situation.

you were torn between two sides, even if you were to tell everyone, what would be the right occasion to share your story? and when was the right time?

you shake your head, snapping out of your own trance.

“you ready, love?” draco asks.

you smile, looking at him and nodding, “yeah.”

—

“hey y/n,” a voice says to you, causing you to stop drinking your water mid sip as you stare up at the culprit.

“cedric,” you say, placing your glass down with a smile. he looks uneasy, nervous even, as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. cedric had been the first hufflepuff to make contact with you, as no one really engaged with slytherins unless it was to start a harmless argument.

it was a year ago, and he had approached you in hogsmeade, your green scarf in hand, that you had lost an hour before. you had accepted it with a simple smile and a “thank you”, wrapping it around your neck again. he made sure to point out how different you were compared to the other slytherins, even saying that you belonged in ravenclaw or hufflepuff. you laughed it off, being proud of your house and who you were.

“is something wrong?” you ask with a tilted head, his cheeks turn a soft pink while they heat up. he clears his throat, finally looking at you in the eyes.

“do you want to maybe.. be my date to the yule ball? of course, you don’t have to say yes, it’s completely up to you.”

you nearly choke on your own saliva, your eyes widening in surprise. you’re at a loss for words, what should you say to let him down softly? that you’re busy?

“she can’t,” a familiar voice calls out to him, and draco takes a seat next to you confidently. you snap your head towards him, and his jaw is clenched, not a single hint of playfulness in his voice.

“oh? do you already have a date y/n?”

you say in a hushed voice, “draco what do you think you’re doing?”

he doesn’t reply, he merely wraps an arm around your shoulders confidently, eyes locked with cedric’s.

“yeah, me,” he says nonchalantly, and this time, it’s your turn to blush, staring down at the ground intensely. everyone at the slytherin table is paying attention to the conversation, quietly talking amongst each other as they stare at the two boys who are glaring at each other.

cedric scoffs at him, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue and looking away from you two for a moment.

“alright then, see you around, y/n.”

without a word, draco harshly tugs you throughout the hallways, towards the prefect’s bathroom. his expression is unreadable as he lets go of your hand when you two finally arrive at the destination.

“what was that about?” you finally exclaim, more shocked/surprised than angry, but draco takes a step towards you with a huff of frustration.

“i did what i had to do,” he replies, staring down at you with hooded eyes. “unless, you wanted to attend the ball with diggory.”

“you know that i would never do that, i love you,” you say softly, and draco takes another step, your bodies almost touching.

“we’ll just have to show diggory that, then,” malfoy then begins attacking your neck with his lips, pressing you up against the wall with a small thud. he sucks harshly, leaving obvious marks on your hot skin. he trails kisses along your jawline, and your hands find his way to his blonde locks, tangling in them as you let out small whines.

he uses one of his hands to snake its way under your shirt, massaging your left breast. his free hand presses against your clothed core, harshly rubbing to get a reaction out of you, and of course, it worked. you were moaning, all whilst draco hummed against your neck.

you grip at the fabric of his robe, panting heavily as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he places both hands on your ass, carrying you to the nearest surface and setting you on it, the marble feeling cold against your body.

“your moans are like music to my ears,” he says, lust dripping off of his tongue. at this point, you didn’t care if anyone walked in. you wanted draco now, and it didn’t seem like draco wanted to stop either as he eagerly lifted your grey sweater vest above your head, pressing his soft lips against your own.

he removes his robe, carelessly tossing it to the ground and loosening his tie. he slips his tongue into your mouth, harshly sucking on your own, and you knew better than to fight for dominance with him. the heat between your thighs continued to grow, a wet patch forming, and you knew your underwear was done for.

you wrap your arms around draco’s neck, deepening the kiss as he unbuttoned your shirt, leaving you in your black bra, skirt, and pantyhose. he broke the kiss, ogling at your breasts.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tease him, which was definitely the wrong thing to do.

“what a brat,” he grunts, unhooking your bra and exposing your boobs. he then began pinching your right nipple, making you yelp out in surprise and grab his shoulders for balance.

“got anything else to say?” he asks confidently, and you shake your head.

“fuck you’re hot,” malfoy groans, tugging your skirt and tights down. you kick the articles of clothing off, while draco dips a hand into your panties, collecting the gathered wetness and pulling his hand out to admire it.

“all for me?” he smirks, rubbing his fingers together. you quickly nod your head.

“use your words,” he says.

“y-yes, it’s all for you,” you reply in a small, innocent voice, causing malfoy to shove the fingers that were coated in your wetness into your mouth. you suck on them, making him satisfied. he then takes his other hand pushes your underwear to the side, shoving his slender finger into your entrance without warning.

“oh, ah!” you cry out. he takes the hand that was in your mouth out, using it to grip your face.

“look at me while i finger fuck you.”

unlike usual, he doesn’t start slow. he’s already curling his finger inside you, pumping it in and out at a fast pace. he stares at you with the same dark eyes he had earlier, and you bite your lip to prevent yourself from being too loud.

draco adds another finger, the room being filled with the joyous sound of your pleasure. your breath hitches, and you begin to uncontrollably moan.

“god, i could do this all day,” draco groans, the imprint of his boner beginning to look painful. “who makes you feel like this?”

he adds a third finger, making you arch your back in euphoria from the sensation. “it’s you! fuck draco, only you.”

“you’re such a good slut,” he praises, picking up the pace as you clench around his digits. the lewd sounds were so loud that you were surprised that no one had busted you two, but even if someone were to walk in, you don’t think you would’ve stopped.

“cum for me,” he whispers into your ear, pressing his thumb against your clit. you screw your eyes shut, moaning draco’s name as he kisses your neck. you swear you can see stars behind your eyes, exploding in a sense of ecstasy from malfoy’s fingers.

your eyes flutter open, a seemingly never ending chorus of pants leaving your mouth. you smile through it, resting your head on draco’s shoulder.

“that was so hot,” you say.

draco chuckles, bringing his mouth close to your ear, “you thought we were finished?”

you shiver.

maybe some things aren’t meant to be kept as secrets.

#draco #draco imagine #draco fluff #draco smut #draco oneshot #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy oneshot #harry potter

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What magic would each duo have in your au? :o

This concept has spiraled into a full blown au now anon look what you’ve done /j

Cleo is the queen of the undead. Bdubs is human, and scared of the dark. Every day he's asleep by sundown to will the monsters away. After an encounter with a dark and mangled mass of green deep within a jungle years ago, Bdubs wants nothing to do with the supernatural, full stop. One night he stays up building and is chased by monsters into a thick and twisted forest, stumbles across a dead and rotting woman with fiery red hair and a crown of bones and flowers. They talk. Time passes. Cleo, one day, promises Bdubs a way to keep the monsters away, to drive off the dark and the things that lurk within it. It will cost him, and change him, and probably not for the better, but he'll be safe. Bdubs agrees.

Bdubs no longer sleeps. His phantom membrane wings give him flight, his wide and piercing eyes able to see perfectly in the dark. Cleo is the queen of the undead, and they are charmed by her voice, follow her commands, an unending army constantly replenished with every battle. When Bdubs and Cleo bound their souls together, their mutual magic flourished as flowers, as twisting tangling thorny vines erupting from the ground, as wither roses blooming from their fingertips. Water turned turned to wine turned to poison.

The Red King is a creature of the night, grey skinned and red eyed. A howling snarling beast with a crown dripping eternal blood, sword clutched in clawed fingers, a crimson cloak around his shoulders. Martyn is human, with no ties to land or kin or purpose. A wanderer. One night there is a hunt, a chilling howl echoing across the mountains. Martyn is alone. Martyn is chased. Wolf jaws close around his arm, another set snaps for his throat, death a hair's breath away when the Red King calls them off. Later, Martyn will say the Red King is kind, and he'll be scoffed at, dismissed, but he'll be thinking of this moment. The Red King tells Martyn in a gruff voice that he had not realized his dogs had scented human, apologizes for the misunderstanding, leaves with his pack of wolves milling around his legs in search of actual game. Martyn is terrified. Martyn is enamoured.

When they meet the second time, Martyn is walking into the court of the Red King with his head raised high and defiant. It had taken some ingenuity to find this place, but he's done it, and he swears fealty to the Red King, who accepts his loyalty, impressed by his boldness and determination despite himself. To join the Red King’s court, you must leave your humanity behind, and Martyn does, shedding mortal coils like snakeskin, newly pointed ears the most obvious sign of his new allegiance, new abilities. The persuasion in his voice is a coincidence, he swears, and his perfect mimicry of mobs nothing more than a party trick. He is lying. Time passes. Martyn and the Red King talk, and often. When Martyn swears his soul to Ren and when Ren gifts his in return, their mutual magic is cold. Winter bites, as does their magic, snapping and frozen and tinged red. It surprises them both, but the warmth they feel when they look at each other more than makes up for it. 

Jimmy is human, a farmer, in search of his missing cow. He is not very wealthy, and he can’t afford to lose even one of his herd, and besides, Daisy is his favourite and he can’t just abandon her. Jimmy finds Daisy on the other side of one of many magic barriers in the world, the kind that keep humans and beings separate, the kind easily crossed by mobs and monsters alike. A line that cannot be uncrossed, should he choose to go in. He hesitates, and enters the land of the nature spirits. The flower kingdom is isolationist, borders closed year round, even to other beings. The king of the meadow is said to be cold and aloof, distant as the stars, but when Jimmy stumbles across him with Daisy happily following on her lead some days later, he finds Scott is nothing like the rumours. He finds he doesn’t want to leave. Time passes. Jimmy has found a home among the nature spirits, a home hidden in the side of a hill for him and Daisy both. And he’s found a friendship with Scott deeper than anything he’s experienced before. Scott’s magic is elemental, powerful, visible in the way poppies bloom at his touch, in the way water purifies in cupped hands, in the way he makes ice sparkle like chips of stars and in the way the wind tousles Jimmy’s hair like a gentle caress. Scott swears the breeze isn’t him, but Jimmy simply smiles, tells Scott that if he wants to play with his hair all he has to do is ask. When Jimmy and Scott tie their souls together, they do it with a bouquet of poppies and with iron rings. Their mutual magic makes a lightshow- fireworks and constellations and conflagrations. Sparks fly from their fingertips, green and yellow and red, float around them like burning harmless wisps. Their magic is light and energy, rainbows in reflections. 

Grian and Scar are lying to each other. They’re still lying when Scar puts his soul in Grian’s hands, when Grian drops it, when Grian gives his to Scar in exchange. Grian is a being, brightly coloured wings at his back, but nothing- no one- special, he swears, poker face far better than Scar’s. Scar is human, all charisma and business deals, and that’s all, he says, with fingers crossed behind his back. They do not talk about the purple in Grian’s eyes or in his feathers, about the shattered halo half visible around his head. They do not talk about how Scar’s eyes glint blue or the jagged wings half visible at his back, and neither brings up their masks, one white and eyeless and the other grey and smirking. They’re lying and they both know it. Beings are not supposed to be able to make soul bonds, so Grian and Scar are very surprised to find their mutual magic exists at all, let alone how it scorches them. It’s fire and flame, controlled explosions and smoke in their lungs. It’s molten rock and sand blasted into glass and obsidian, cut into daggers. Their mutual magic is combustion, air and fire partners in crime, and there is nothing more fitting. 

Or, there is a distant land blessed by a myriad of magic, and there is a curse settling into its soil, and very soon it will make itself known, and when it does blood will reign. What happens when you rip a soul in two? 

#asks #my writing #I put effort into this I'm maintagging it actually #3rd life smp #tldr be gay do crime give your soul to the magical being in the woods devote yourself to them and watch in horror as respawn disappears #souls au