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fawnheartedly · 2 years
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It's very hard for me to find fanfics I love about Espresseleine because they're my favorite ship but under a very specific condition.
I want this ship to happen after both of them (especially Madeleine) have character growth
I want them to go Pride & Prejudice.
To have them not working great as a forced team for a while until they start to have some sort of attraction for each other but then their bad sides gets in the way and you get something like the confession under the rain scene and Espresso finally drops all the reasons he can't stand Madeleine and he leaves only to come find Espresso much later, after having done a lot to become his best self and maybe help the lower side of the republic to be heard why not. And Espresso could learn to be less snappy and sarcastic and to talk about the issues he has instead of dealing with everythig on his own.
I mean they're not 100% Darcy and Elisabeth by any mean, if at all, but you get the idea. I just want to see a progression for them as a team but also as individuals and the general idea of them bettering themselves for the happiness of the other.
Then, and only then, i'm happily shipping them.
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pretty-little-mind33 · 2 months
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I Think He Knows
James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: Your boyfriend promises to watch over you when you want to get drunk.
Genre: SMUT-ish
Warnings: innocent!reader, intoxication, swearing, grinding on someone's thigh, mentions of sex (no actual sex considering reader is drunk), praise kink
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Just as you extend your arm to knock, James slides in front of you and gently holds under your elbow. He's smiling at you fondly as he caresses soothing circles across your skin.
"I want you to know, love, just because we mentioned it doesn't mean you have to, hmm?" he reminds you, his voice low and husky.
You smile and nod your head, letting him wrap an arm around your waist, "I know, Jamie," you reassure him. James looks at you in such a way you know he understands and he settles into your side. He turns around when you knock, his arm still holding you close, and when the door swings open to reveal an already flushed Sirius Black, your boyfriend smirks.
"Prongsie!" Sirius cries happily, pulling James in by his collar and trapping him in a hug. James has released his arm from around you in anticipation of Sirius's gesture and you giggle, walking into the house behind them.
Sirius looks at you next. "Y/n!" he cries, "Your lovely lady looks as lovely as ever, Jamsey," he skips over and takes your hand in his, twirling you around. You can smell the faint cherry vodka on his breath as he holds up your hand and clumsily swipes a thumb along your knuckles. "Still no ring?" Sirius whines with a light-hearted pout.
James pulls you away gently, his cheeks blushed pink. "Alright, enough. Hands off my girl," he reprimands, holding you close as he presses a kiss to your temple. He's holding your hand almost possessively, but you don't mind.
"I keep wondering that myself, Siri," you join in the teasing and send James a smile.
The latter rolls his eyes but smirks as he helps you out of your winter coat. He hangs it up next to his own and then places his hand on your lower back so he can guide you around. It's a common gesture James doesn't even realize he's doing anymore.
Sirius and Remus's house isn't small, but it isn't big either. It's normally sized with dark brick walls and ivy near the upper windows. Inside, the fire is burning and the smell of cookies and wine is in the air.
Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene occupy the couch as they play a game of friendly poker with Frank and Alice. Remus, when he sees you all, stands up from his armchair and smiles widely.
"Y/n/n," he says as if he hasn't seen you in years. Which is a dramatic exaggeration.
Remus pulls you into a warm hug, which means you aren't next to James anymore and he pouts, "Why is everyone suddenly in love with my girlfriend?" he whines.
Remus chuckles and kisses your cheek, "Because she's just so lovely, James," he kisses your cheek again and you giggle. "Plus, you've been hiding her from us for weeks now. I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose."
James shakes his head with a low chuckle, his hand finding yours. "It's not my fault she's been busy."
"You guys do realize I am standing right here, yeah?" you interrupt with a chuckle. Remus looks at you fondly. He nods and then hurries you and James over to the couch where your friends are.
Always the gentleman, James crosses his legs and sits on the floor while you squeeze in between Lily and Marlene, sending them smiles.
A few moments later Sirius emerges with two glasses of white wine. He grins and hands one to James before handing you yours. Instantly, your eyes flicker to James as you take the glass and look at the liquid.
He sends you a reassuring nod. Even in school, you tended to stay away from alcohol because you were scared. Scared of losing control. But, now that you're with James and you feel safe around him. You had brought it up a few days ago: that you wanted to try. James had promised to watch you, to make sure you don't drink too much or do anything stupid.
So, you put the glass to your lips.
Three drinks in and you don't feel drunk.
Rather, you feel completely normal – well almost normal as you seem to have a hard time keeping your eyes away from your boyfriend's hands. You tend to play with the hem of your dress in your lap and you're still sitting in between Lily, and now Sirius as he drunkenly animates his sentences.
James is still sitting on the floor, his arms draped across his knees as he crosses his ankles. From time to time, he'll look up at you and his eyebrows will scrunch as if to ask if you're okay. Your cheeks start to feel hot and you fumble with your hands to press them on your face. You squirm around, feeling pressure in your core as you bite down on your lip.
"Y/n," James's voice is hoarse and you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Come here, dove," he whispers.
When you stand, you stumble to James and gasp when he pulls you down onto his lap. You hold onto him, looking into his eyes as his hand finds your thigh just shy from your ass. James frowns as he sees your expression but then his lips curl into a smirk.
Clumsily, he makes a show of standing as you cling onto him. Your friends don't seem preoccupied by you and James as he gently guides you into Remus and Sirius's small bathroom in the hallway. You lean against the sink, looking up at James and mumble, "W-What?"
James's knuckles caress down your cheek as he chuckles. "Hey, are you okay?"
You blink at him, trying to focus on something other than the heat from his strong body against yours. You hum, nodding. James's palm presses against your cheek first and then moves to your forehead. He frowns. "You're warm. 'You sure you're okay?" he asks with concern.
Your breathing becomes harsher as you stare at him. "O-oh- yeah. I'm g-good," you try to sound as normal as you can although his touch ignites a fire inside you.
James's frown deepens, looking you over. When you bite your lip, his eyebrow raises and the corner of his mouth slips upwards. He knows your signs all too well by now.
James slides his knee in between your legs, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your skirt rides up your thighs a little further. The coarse fabric of his jeans hits your cotton panties and your hands grip the sink harder. You look up at him, your eyes lidded. "J-Jamie?"
His hand slides up your cheek, tilting his head as he presses a sloppy kiss behind your ear. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I won't allow anything bad to happen to you, my lovely," he lifts his knee slightly and a shiver runs up your arms.
You clutch his shirt, your mind already starting to go fuzzy. You can't tell if you're just drunk or incredibly horny – perhaps you're both? All you know if you want James's touch. You want his lips, his hands, his cock. James's knee rubbing against your pussy interrupts your dirty fantasies as you sigh.
"I'm not gonna do all the work," James mutters and pauses his movements.
"More," You whisper, staring at him needily and James chuckles quietly.
"Shhh, my baby's simply a little too drunk for that," his voice is smooth and stern as he kisses the side of your lips, "I'm not gonna do that, lovie. I'm sorry. But, if you wanna get off on my trousers then who am I to deny you?" he quips with a knowing smile.
As if simply needing his permission, you roll your hips onto him and let out a loud moan. James covers your mouth with his hand, stroking your skin as you buck against him desperately. You're dripping and seeping through your panties to soak his jeans with your juices. You can't stop your soft, drunken, moans as you rub your sensitive clit against him.
"Good girl," James whispers encouragements, occasionally moving his knee to apply more pressure, "My good girl, aren't you? So needy when you're drunk, hmm?" he hums with a smile.
You nod, cheeks burning as your movements become even more desperate. It feels so good. He's making you feel so good and he knows it. James leans in and rests his hand behind your ear as he delicately kisses your head. He can tell you're close and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear as your mind goes fuzzy and your skin prickles with desire.
Your mouth opens only no sound comes out when you rut against him harder. James grins, enjoying having you so completely undone in front of him. You hold onto his sleeve, squeezing your thighs around his and tears of pleasure brim your lashes. James coos, "Aw, don't cry, sweetheart. What's the matter?" he teases and strokes his thumb across your cheek.
"I- I need more," you whimper, trying desperately to reach your high.
"I can't let you have more, lovie," James says quietly. He doesn't want to risk crossing any boundaries when you're drunk.
Still, he grips your hips and rocks them over his thigh, helping you. "Here, just let go for me. It's okay, I'll take care of you later I promise." You whine and lean your head on his chest as your pussy throbs.
You feel light-headed when you finally come, your juices soaking your panties and James's jeans. He kisses your forehead when you look up at him, eyes lidded. "Good girl, you did so good," he whispers, stroking a hand in your hair as you catch your breath.
James lifts you effortlessly onto the sink and you automatically spread your legs. You watch him as he bends over and rolls up some toilet paper in his hand.
He then hands it to you, "Clean yourself up, dove?"
You look at him innocently, silently asking him to be the one to clean you. James hesitates and bites his lip. Quickly, he dips his hand into your panties and collects your cum on the paper. He bunches it up and throws it in the toilet. He rolls up some more and wipes his jeans a little.
Finally, he flushes the evidence and kisses your lips. You squirm a little, uncomfortable from the wetness in your panties. James looks down and smirks.
He starts to slide your panties down your hips and looks at you for consent. You nod, staring at him. You're still in a haze from the liquor but you trust James. He slides your panties into his jeans pocket and smoothes your skirt. He sees your adorable frown, "No one will know, I promise," he assures you.
When you leave the bathroom, the hallway seems darker. James's hand rests on your ass, keeping your skirt down as you focus on not tripping. You don't realize how giddy and stupid you and James looks until you both enter the living room again and your friends turn to stare. Lily, Remus, and Marlene seem to compose themselves as they smirk behind their hands, but Sirius, in his drunken state, seems completely appalled.
"You did not just fuck in my bathroom, Potter!" he exclaimed. Laughs escape the others and you must look completely embarrassed because their smiles widen. James gently and playfully covers your ears as his voice strains to hide his amusement.
"Shut up," he chuckles and then kisses your temple, "we did no such thing, did we, lovie?"
You nod your head. You wonder if your panties are burning a hole in James's trousers just like your bareness is causing a burning in your stomach. James hands moves to your back as he caresses you comfortingly.
"So, why did you come out of the bathroom together?" Marlene interrupts and adds to the teasing, "Don't tell me Y/n needed help peeing?"
James sends her a glare and moves you through the living room and to the door. "It's late, I'm tired," he tries to take the attention off you, "I think it's time for us to drive home."
He drapes your coat over your shoulders and you're grateful he's taking you home. The neediness has been replaced by pure exhaustion and you grip his arm. James puts on his own coat and opens the door. He whispers to you, "Shh, you're safe with me," and kisses you again.
You both say your goodbye's and Sirius calls out one last time, "If I find any evidence you fucked in my bathroom, I'll personally kill you, James Potter," James pauses, knowing he's not finished and smirks when he hears Sirius's last comment.
"Shame on you for roping poor, innocent Y/n into your disgusting activities. And in my bathroom — "
"Sirius," You hear Remus warn, exhausted.
James holds your hand and starts to shut the door behind you,
"Next time, Remus and I will fuck in your bathroom!"
"Sirius!"
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zanarkandskylines · 14 days
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delicate (isn't it?) ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ the three of you passionately spent an entire night together, unable to keep your hands off one another. the next day, things are...different, to say the least. you're nervous about what your "friendship" looks like from here onward.
꒰ tags & content ꒱ hints of past abuse (emotional/physical) in a relationship | fluff & emotional comfort, establishing a relationship ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — takes place after the first night spent in their home. 。‧˚ʚ cross posted to ao3  | wc; ~1.4k ɞ˚‧。 ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿
A soft peck to your forehead stirs you from slumber, fluttering your eyes open to the beautiful blonde before you. You’re about to slur his name in confusion when Bakugo put his finger to his lips, silently telling you to stay quiet. He points behind you to a sleeping Kirishima, blissfully snoring as the sunlight highlighted his features through the sheer curtains of their bedroom.
Bakugo bends over to your face, whispering as quietly as he can manage in your ear, “Makin’ breakfast, I’ll come get ya when it’s done.” He leaves another kiss on the shell of your ear before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
The night’s - ahem, activities - replay in your mind like a pay per view movie. You’d never been touched like that before in your life, desired and worshipped like a goddess gracing their presence. It was the perfect mixture of passion and lust, pure euphoria from start to finish.
Exactly how many times did you cross said finish line?
…You lost count after three.
You had not expected to be waking up in their bed, nestled between the two of them - to have Bakugo making you and Kirishima breakfast in the afterglow of your amorous affair. Had you wished for it? Absolutely! Did you think it would ever come true? Not in your wildest dreams.
It was a silent pining, something you didn’t assume either of them reciprocated. They’d been married for years, how were you to know they’d be open to accepting you into their relationship? It wasn’t something you talked about, it was spontaneous.
Well, you haven’t actually talked about it…yet.
Would it be awkward to bring it up over breakfast? Bakugo didn’t seem phased at all this morning. He’d assumed you’d stay asleep when he kissed your forehead, simply admiring you curled up beside Kirishima. Did he do that because he wanted to? Does he feel obligated because you stayed the night and slept together?
Endless intrusive thoughts are cycling through your head when Kirishima stirs next to you, silencing your inner critic when he throws an arm around your waist, tugging you into his heated body. He nuzzles his nose in your hair from behind, sighing contently.
“Mornin’ darling,” he mumbles, voice groggy with sleep. “You sleep okay?”
“Yeah, thank you.” You don’t think your cheeks could flush hotter than they are now, especially after the ‘darling’ pet name in his husky ‘just woke up’ voice. Kirishima’s yawning behind you when Bakugo re-appears in the bedroom doorframe.
“Breakfast’s on the table, get your asses down there while it’s hot.” He smiles at the two of you before turning to head back downstairs. Wiggling out of Kirishima’s grasp, you swing your legs to the edge of the bed, the aroma of whatever Bakugo’s made lingering in the air. Kirishima trails behind you lazily as the two of you tread downstairs to the kitchen. Bakugo’s finishing pouring coffee into three mugs as you sit at the table, eyes widening at the buffet he’s managed to prepare in such a short amount of time.
“Holy shit, Katsuki!” you exclaim, blinking dramatically to convince yourself it’s real. “What’s all this for?”
He smirks proudly. “‘s nothin’. I enjoy cooking for people. Usually it’s just Ei, so I might'a overdid it.”
The table is full of options - a full dish of baked eggs, a stack of homemade pancakes, a plate of bacon and sausage links, a bowl of roasted peppers, another plate with cooked salmon, and three small servings of rice.
How long has this man been awake?! It’s only - you take a quick glance over at the stove to confirm the time - 8:15am.
He hands you one of the cups of coffee and ruffles your hair playfully.
“Are ya cold?” Bakugo asks, motioning to your bare legs. “ You can grab a pair of my sweats from upstairs. I tossed your wet clothes into the wash this mornin'.”
You’d forgotten that you’re only wearing one of their t-shirts and underwear. Oops.
“Oh, thank you! I’m alright, it’s warm enough in here,” you say quietly. “But, uh, if you want me to wear pants, I-”
“Oh no, sweetheart, no one said that,” Kirishima chimed in cheekily. He takes a sip of his coffee as your cheeks grow rosy.
The three of you enjoy the breakfast spread in silence. The unknown anxiety in your gut is growing, afraid that this means you've somehow tainted the friendship you've built with them.
"Somethin' wrong?" Bakugo questions, eyes narrowed at your visible worry.
Wow, he catches on quick. You nervously fidget with your shirt, eyes locked onto your plate. "Umm...no? Well, not wrong. I'm just...confused," you begin to say.
Kirishima gently interrupts you by outstretching his hand to your wrist across the table. "Everything's okay!"
"It's...been awhile since I've dated, let alone slept with someone. I don't wanna make this weird."
Bakugo can't help but roll his eyes at your assumption. "It's not weird. We've never done shit like that before, either.”
That makes you feel a touch better, easing your worries enough to continue the conversation.
"Okay, so then...what, uh...what are we?"
Both boys simultaneously roseate as they look at each other, exchanging a silent conversation with their eyes.
"What do you want us to be?" Kirishima proposes, giving you the option of choice. "No pressure at all. It doesn't change a thing."
What exactly did you want? This was a foreign situation - to all three of you, of course - but did you want something more than just friends with benefits? To date them, or keep it at a one night stand with your best friends?
"To be honest, it felt nice to be wanted again. My ex was never...actually, we don't have to talk about that."
The two of them shifted their expressions into concern as you've never mentioned your love life before. Your change in tone hinted that it wasn't a happy experience.
"You don't have to tell us about 'em. It's in the past and that's where it can stay if it's what's best for you."
Bakugo's reassurance makes your heart soar, not expecting such a kind understanding with little insight. Taking your inflection as a clue was more than enough for him to understand the delicate, and potentially painful, memory. You finally look up from your plate and nod in thanks.
"This is different, but it's...comfortable. I don't know what to call it, though.”
“Jus’ keep it simple,” Bakugo asserts, shrugging his shoulders. “We can hook up or date. Or none of the above, once an' done deal.”
Even though his words are bold, his face is redder than the tomatoes in his garden. Kirishima's biting his lip, head turned away from the conversation to hide the heat creeping across his face. It’s honestly adorable how flustered they both are about this - about you.
"We don't need an answer now, either! We can table -," Kirishima begins to explain as you interrupt him.
"I want to be with you two."
Both of them trade stares once more. It was impressive how well they could communicate without words. Bakugo snickers, grin settling on his lips. Kirishima's toothy smile appears when he sees his husband's joy.
"Wanna be our girlfriend?" You can't help but laugh at their dual question, comical how they happened to ask at the same time.
It was an easy answer. "Yes, I'd love that - both of you."
They get up from their seats at the table and rush over to smother you with kisses and hugs, excited for this new stage in your lives. Bakugo halts for a second following the whirlwind of affection, kneeling down to be at eye level with you.
"Fuck whatever his name is and how he treated you, alright? We'll treat ya like the goddess you are."
You can feel the tears welling in your eyes at his words and bite the inside of your cheek, praying they won't fall. All you can respond with is a soft 'mhm.' He brushes your cheek with his thumb, pinching it lightly before returning to his seat.
The silence no longer feels heavy as you finish breakfast, enamored with your newfound relationship. Who would have thought you'd find not one, but two people who want to shower you with love?
Taking that job transfer was the best decision you've ever made.
⋆ ˚ʚɞ — the triad is a-go!! 💜🌟 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries ↶ | previous entry (a quiet life) ↷ | next entry (twisted in bedsheets)
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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 9 months
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Super excited to see more Fourth Wing content on Tumblr. I don't have any specific ideas yet, but maybe some fluff with our hot wingleader Xaden? Or some wholesome training scenes with the dragons?
It needs to be brought here because it's a crime to have practically nothing here!!!
Morning lights
The morning sun wasn't even fully out when Aetos banged on every single door on the first year's floor shouting something about the promised training and how lucky everyone should feel that he's taking his time to put in extra work even if it should be a punishment for performing worse then others squads in the last training session.
You suddenly become hyper-aware of the still-cold morning air seeping through the window, that you left ajar last night. Dawn is still breaking outside. Light shades of pinks and oranges painting the horizon. It's a beautiful sight. One you wouldn't want to miss or at least enjoy one of the mornings when someone isn't forcing you out of bed.
You move to get up slowly but two strong hands instantly tighten over your lower stomach, drawing you back to where you were laying moments ago. "Remind me to spit into Aetos morning coffee", the husky voice fills the space. You let out a breathy chuckle, turning slightly in the embrace of the man who's been sharing your bed for some nights now. "Don't, he might come swinging at me", you mutter, trying not to fully chase his sleep away since his eyes were still closed. He lets out a slightly frustrated huff, "I would love to see him try", and here it is real Xaden Riorson lethal, powerful, ready to fight at any given moment.
It was slightly funny how this big muscular male was squeezed beside you looking like an absolute work of art that didn't belong in the first year's bedroom. Your fingers carefully moved to run through Xaden's dark hair, nails scratching the scalp softly. The most content sigh leaves his lips as his hands grip your hips tightly.
"Wingleader, the cadet is needed on the training grounds", you say in a more serious tone, in a way mocking Aetos. But you also know that time is working against you now. You do need to get out of bed and get ready. The last thing you want to listen to is grumpy males complaining. "This cadet is needed in bed", Xaden mumbled against your skin, bringing you even closer to him, his warmth seeping into your skin and now you understand why you didn't feel the cold breeze from outside. How could you when you have a whole personal heater in your bed? "Is that an order?", you tease, Xaden opens one eye, throwing a glare your way, "Yes. Yes, it is".
Yet it all wasn't that simple. He was still a wingleader. A wingleader who shouldn't even be here in the first place. Because the conclusion that everyone would go straight to would be that you slept your way into safety. And you don't want to be labeled as a whore. This place was a shit show as it is most of the time.
You firmly push at Xaden's arms, the last thought fueling you with enough strength to pull away from him. "No...", he tries to grab onto your hips once more but you're out of his reach now. Could he easily drag you back? Yes. One flicker of his shadows and you would be pinned to the bed. But he's not stupid too. The commotion outside the door is getting louder. Meaning that you're running out of time.
"Now you're being a whiny baby", you tease, pulling Xaden's shirt from your body and reaching for your flying leathers instantly. Better safe than sorry in these kinds of situations. "I'm not a whiny baby", he argues back and you can hear the announcer in his voice that makes you chuckle, "And now his masculinity has been scarred", you place your hand on your chest sighing dramatically. "Sometimes I hate you", he rolls his eyes, before moving to sit up. His muscular chest somehow looking even more unreal in the early morning light. But you shake your head quickly, reaching for your daggers, "Oh same... look at us sharing mutual emotions", you flash him a smile that he doesn't return.
"Be careful", he says, eyes now practically cutting right through you. One of his shadows move to caress the scar that now was forming on your forearm. You brush your fingers over the shadow, "I'm always careful". But you can tell that the worry growing within him is much bigger than most mornings. "This is something Aetos came up with. Most definitely no one in command...", but you cut the distance between you, knee pressing into your mattress as you lean closer to him, "I will be fine, Riorson", you lean in brushing your lips over his. The kiss is gentle and soft. A rare moment because most of the time it's filled with so much speed and desire that you lose yourself in the moment. Not even noticing when it ends. "And I have Liam" you mumble, packing his lips one more time before turning to leave. Xaden growls and you know that it's because you said another male's name right before kissing him. Territorial bastard.
"Any clues about what this is?", you catch up with Liam, who instantly wraps you up in a side hug as you walk alongside the others.
"Not really. Some bullshit", he grumbles still sleepy. "Use your far sight signit", you wrap your hands around his middle. "And look into Aetos insides?", you let out a laugh, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth and shoving Liam slightly. Yet a couple of heads instantly turned your way. Jack one of them. Instantly glaring at you. You return the favor by flipping him off but that only makes his snarl more.
Morag. You call out. Not far away. The voice rings out, soothing you in a way. Do you stink of wingleader once again? You roll your eyes. Mind your business. Morag lets out a dramatic sigh. I have to carry your stinky ass. You flip him off mentally. Out of the two of us, it's you who stinks.
"I'll see you out there", Liam taps your shoulder as he walks towards his dragon. Wrapping your arms around yourself you watch as he jog towards Deigh. You can't imagine your life without him now either. You two had bonded almost immediately. After crossing the parapet you burst into tears. Liam had instantly stood in front of you shielding you from the crowd and equally as much not letting others see your tears. "If it helps, I'm sure a shat myself midway", he had whispered, making you let out a chuckle as you whipped your tears.
But you're brought out of your head as a hand holding a cloth clasps over your mouth and you're brought into a tight chest with a huff. Your hands instantly move to push away from the person holding you down, moving and wiggling in its hold. "Squad whore", the words ring in your ears and you instantly know how this is. Just don't have much time to be mad when a wave of dizziness hit you. That fuck must have dosed the material in something.
I'm almost there. Hold on. Morag's voice fills your head. Your nails dig into his pam as you try to rip it off your face. But then you see the gleam of light. Reflection. Sun. A dagger. Your eyes widen. Jack strikes for a kill just you move you heal up shoving between his legs as hard as you can. The blade zaps the side of your neck, and the warm blood trickles down almost immediately. "I'll end you bitch", Jack barks from behind you. You try to step away but your legs buck as you come in contact with the ground. The roar pierces the field. For a moment you feel relief flowing through you because it has to be Morag but it's the blue wings that make your gut drop. Even the shouting from cadets dies down. Sgaeyl. Why is she here? She shouldn't be here. You try to push your hands against the ground. You need to get out of her way as well, yet your body feels so heavy. She lads with a thud, sending dirt debris flying all over.
Xaden you plea in your head, gods what a way to die by his dragon. Just Sgaeyl steps closer, growling as she glares ahead. You count your last seconds and then her wing moves over you. Drawing away the early sun. You feel the blast of heat and then an agony-filled cry.
Breath Morag orders. What's happening? You ask, feeling your consciousness starting to slip, your hand now clasping the side of your neck. You stink of someone and you're sure Morag is rolling his eyes. Xaden. Sgaeyl felt Xaden on you. Or has he told her something? Does he know? Sgaeyl moves her wing away, and her snout if you can call it that moves closer to you as she inhales your scent. "Thank you", you mutter, "Just tell Xaden a less dramatic story, please", you're not sure but it sounds like she lets out a snort before moving to nudge your hand and then everything goes black.
When you open your eyes once more it takes you a moment to realize what had happened as memories filled your head. Head. Head that was pounding. The tightest on your neck piercing with pain. "Love", a voice rings out and you flinch instantly. Warm fingers run down your arm, that same comforting warmth that you know. You blink your eyes a couple of times. Waiting for your eyes to concentrate. And there he is. His hair was messy from all the pulling he must have done. The shirt slightly wrinkly. "Why are you here?", you ask groggy, hand instantly reaching for your throat at the uncomfortable pulling. "In my room? Or with you?", panic runs through you. You can't be in his room. No. No. No. People will talk. You move to sit up but Xaden's arms instantly hold you down.
"You're not going anywhere. Gave me enough of a fright", he grumbles in frustration, "I didn't ask for it", you argue back. Something in his eyes darken, "And I did? I've never ran faster and you were there behind Sgaeyl wing all bloody", his voice raising with every word he spoke. Your gaze softens. Losing had always been his biggest fear. And it's been a long while since he had something precious to lose. "Sgaeyl saved me all thanks to you I'm sure", you lace your fingers through his. Xaden shakes his head, "That's all her doing. I did get a lecture about not taking proper care of you", you let out a slight chuckle, imagining her lecturing him and him not being able to talk back, "Say thank you to her from me", you mutter.
Xaden runs his fingers through your hair, letting out a sigh, "I...I love you", he whispers, bringing your hand closer to his lips. You smile at him sweetly, brushing your free fingers across his cheek, "And I love you". Xaden leans in, brushing his lips over yours before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, "Though I wish I could bring him back just so I could kill him myself", he grumbles, "Xaden!", you warn him, yet let yourself chuckle.
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part ii : dear old shiz
(remus lupin x reader, sirius black x reader, soulmate!au)
series masterlist
contents: fluff, sirius' birthday
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divination class isn't something you're good or bad at. that subject really depends on your luck. that being said, sitting front row across the professor's table was just pure bad luck.
through that whole day you've been racking your brain, trying to get a perfect present for sirius as for november third is just right around the corner.
you didn't know why you worry so much about getting him a present. sure you wanted to get a perfect gift for him this year but so had you the year before. you've never been this stressed about getting someone a birthday gift.
last year you had gotten him a new pair of leather shoes. the look on his face when he saw them was priceless. you don't think you can ever top that one.
sighing as you rest you cheeks in the palm of your hand, dozing off in a trance. not a single word from the professor has made its way to your ear, you were in your own little bubble of thoughts.
your bubble of thoughts was suddenly popped by a husky sound of your partner who was sitting across from you. "what's on your mind hm?" remus said, kicking your feet slightly to gain your attention.
shaking your head as you lift your face, you meet his pretty eyes that were looking at you in confusion and concern. "have you got sirius a gift yet?"
remus nodded his head slowly, saying yes.
"i don't know what to get for him. i mean- he's seventeen now- i don't know the right thing to give to a seventeen year old," you sighed.
remus smiled gently, trying to ease you by saying, "i'm sure he'll love whatever you have for him."
"i don't know that, what if he tries to be nice a fake it? i don't wanna give him something embarrassing or not suitable for him now... you know what i mean?" you asked as he drank his cup of tea, looking at you from the rim of his cup. "oh we're supposed to drink the tea?" you whispered under your breath chuckling at your own foolishness.
remus let out an airy laugh, "yeah, you weren't listening huh?"
you picked up your cup, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "sirius has been in my head."
remus' head perked up at your words, eyebrows raising.
"no no no i don't mean it like that i just-" you tried to clear your part only earning a fit of laughters from the boy. "forget it," you mumbled before taking a sip of your tea. wow does that taste bitter.
remus swirled his cup of tea, eyebrows furrowed. he seemed like he's deep in thought. "now you're the one who's thinking way to much."
he lifted his head, gesturing to his tea dregs that were in the form of a strange shape. two hands holding a heart with a crown on top of it. he has never seen anything remotely close to it before.
you let out a soft gasp, eyes twinkling at the confused boy across from you. "what's wrong? what is it? is it bad? oh my g-"
"no rem it's not bad at all!" you explained, "that's a claddagh," he seemed to be more confused so you elaborated, "a traditional irish symbol. a heart represents love, the crown stands for loyalty, and the two hands symbolises friendship."
"so... does that mean..?"
"are you into someone?" you asked out of the blue, taking him by surprise.
james seemed to heard this since he was sitting at the table behind you, he audibly gasped. "oh my gosh -" he said that a bit too loud, remus grimaced. "moony is in love?" he lowered his voice for the next part which you replied with a scoff. he was being a tad bit dramatic with his choice of words.
funnily, a certain someone appeared on remus' mind. he figured that the symbol of two clasped hands that means friendship is the friendship he has with you. he has always been there for you since second year- loyalty. but the heart though- he's still figuring that out.
with that in mind, he felt his cheeks growing hot as he looked around the room uncomfortably.
"oh i'm so sorry i shouldn't have asked like that," you apologised, shushing james away.
"ah it's fine... well i do have someone but i don't know.... love is a bit strong, isn't it?" he questioned unsurely. he has uncountably told himself that he wasn't into you. he couldn't. not when soulmates exist. he doesn't even know who his soulmate is so standing on the edge in definitely the best option.
"it is- well whoever the lad is, they are so lucky," you patted his hand.
remus felt that wave of unfamiliar feeling again. he couldn't help it- not when you're sitting there looking so supportive of him all the time. "you think so?" he asked, smiling.
you nodded, "of course. i'm so lucky to even be your friend."
remus accepted your comment, hating how easy it was for him to get flustered. he will never get used to your sweet compliments of him, though you've said those so many times before. he knew you meant it, but he didn't know how far you meant it.
to be fair, how can a person not catch feelings to another when all that person does is say affirmations of how much they appreciate him or how good of a person he is.
your compliments are platonic, he knew, but how long could you be just best friends when he looked at you for the past month like you're his soulmate?
parties held by the gryffindors are always a crowd puller. sirius and james knew what they are doing.
the whole common room has turned into a dance floor with a giant mirrorball hanging from the ceiling. the music was playing loudly along with the party people dancing to the beat of the song.
sirius' birthday has never once missed. the whole school loved that boy so everyone- not only the marauders- will always make it a day. he may not be the most down to earth person in hogwarts but he surely is smart, and funny, and caring, and friendly.
there were multiple kinds of pastries and desserts for the young and there were spiked chocolates and drinks for the older.
everyone seemed to be enjoying their time.
you found yourself struggling to find the birthday boy, head whipping side to side in search of his presence. you clutched a neatly wrapped box which was his gift from you.
"enjoying the party?" james appeared by your side, a lopsided smile plastered across his face. he had a drink in hand with what it seemed like a cherry at the bottom.
you hummed, tapping the side of the box you held, "where do i put this?"
james swiftly turned his heel the other way, pointing at a couch far away with piles of boxes and paper bags scattered all around it. "there."
you nodded, "thanks james! i'll put this there and be right back," you stepped away to make a bee line towards the place.
sirius is a lucky lad. there's probably more than twenty presents for him to open. the amount was enough to make a mountain. you placed yours in between some brown paper bags before heading back to your last spot.
"y/n! found you finally!" a booming voice came from beside you, you whirled your head instinctively. there stood sirius black dressed in his gorgeous party attire as usual.
"sirius, hi," you replied. he came closer to you to hear you better. with the small distance you can smell his cologne filling up your nose with a tint of beer.
"you look stunning," he complimented, putting you at arms length as he admired you. "blue looks flattering on you, darling."
you know he's being nice and friendly, but you couldn't keep the heat from rising up your cheeks. sirius smiled when he saw your flushed face. "you look good yourself."
sirius swayed to the music, draping an arm over your shoulder. "are you nervous about getting the mark?" you asked curiously. now that you look at him, sirius was really handsome. of course he is, everyone knows that. the bridge of his nose was perfect, his lips are upturned, his eyes were reflecting back the lights from the mirrorball.
"well not really? i don't care much about soulmates, it's a bunch of nonsense. why can't i choose who i wanna be with for the rest of my life? why do i have to get a soulmate? i don't belong to anyone," sirius said, shrugging his shoulders.
you inclined your head in agreement, "that is true, we should all have the right to choose who we want to be with," you continued, "but isn't it fun though? the idea of a pair being created by nature for each other?"
"it is fun if it's a movie or something but it's not the same when you're the one experiencing it," said the boy before he took a sip of his drink. "want some?"
you shook your head, scrunching your face. "no thanks, you should go and join james," your eyes travelled to the boy who was dancing shamelessly in the centre of the room. "go and have your fun, happy birthday by the way!" you pushed sirius into the crowd but his eyes were firmly on you.
"wait-," he stopped you, "you're so pretty you know that? you're my best friend and i'm so happy to have you... um do you wanna- go out on a date with me to hogsmeade this weekend?"
you were taken aback by his words, eyes widening in surprise. "you're drunk sirius," you shook your head.
his eyes fell, a look of disappointment on his face. "no really, i want to have a date with you."
you really wanted to go with him too, he has been nothing but a dear friend to you and maybe taking that friendship to the next level won't be so bad, but then again you think about the consequences. the possibility of making the friendship weird, the possibility that you are not meant to be.
"sirius- you'll get your mark in about twenty minutes, why don't you go out with that person?" you tried.
sirius shook his head from side to side, "i choose you over them," he said slowly, face inches away from yours.
you sighed in defeat, knowing that you couldn't say no to the boy. besides, it's his birthday party anyway, he's not much conscious, maybe tomorrow he'd forget.
"okay, fine yes," you replied. and when he smiled, you felt butterflies swarming around your stomach. he has that lovesick smile that he rarely uses.
"who hoo!" he jumped before kissing you on your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded with a red face.
god damn was he charming.
you stood there for a while, rethinking about what just happened.
"you okay there?" you heard a familiar voice.
"remus, hey," you smiled. "yes i'm fine. sirius just asked me out- on a date."
remus brows visibly shot up, forehead crinkling. "what'd you say?"
"i said yes," you answered shyly, cheeks heating yet again.
"is he your soulmate?" remus asked, that familiar sinking feeling on his gut arise.
"i don't know, he hasn't got it yet," you replied, furrowing your brows as you look at sirius, happily dancing with james.
"well have fun on your date then," remus said as he tried hard not to sound sarcastic.
"thanks," you give him your best smile. "i'm getting tired, i'm gonna go sit down. have fun remus."
november fourth was chilly. you had forgotten your scarf on your dorm resulting in you freezing from the cold air as you walked through the halls of hogwarts on the way to your first class. hugging yourself, you walked as fast as your feet can do.
out of nowhere, a soft wool was circled delicately around your neck. you look up to the person to see the one and only, sirius black. "you look cold, darling."
"won't you be cold?" you replied, unwrapping the scarf to put it around his neck instead but he held your hand in place.
"i care about you more than i care about myself," sirius shrugged, dragging you along with him to class. he wasn't aware of how much that sentence affected you.
"by the way, you're still up for the date right?" sirius asked just to make sure.
you hid half of your cheeks under his scarf- that smells so much like him- to avoid getting caught blushing. "mhm," you hummed.
sirius smiled as he looked at you. "let me see that pretty face," he pushed down the fabric slightly, revealing your crimson face. "you look cute when you are blushing."
"don't flatter yourself, i'm cold," you huffed.
"whatever you say, darling," sirius smiled smugly. the nickname sirius had for you was no good to your face.
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taking transfem stevie at a metal concert into my own hands yall gotta see the potential
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This isn't Eddie's first rodeo. When he sees the pretty girl standing at the side of the concert, looking out of place in her baby pink sweater and light-wash jeans, he wonders what the hell a girl like this is doing at a metal concert, clutching a bottle of coke and watching the crowd like a hawk. And more importantly, as a red-blooded American male, he wonders what he can do to make her look at him that intensely. 
So he sidles up to her, gives his best winning smile that shows off his dimples, and introduces himself. 
“Hey,” he says. “Hope you don't mind the cliché, but I gotta ask: what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
The girl gives him a sideways look. She's got pretty eyes, droopy and a lovely warm brown, and her face seems to go through a wild array of emotions before settling on something lightly amused, huffing out a laugh. 
“Babysitting,” she says. She's got a nice voice too, a little husky but musical. Eddie’d love to hear her sing. “Some kids I used to watch in middle school wanted to come, but their parents wouldn't let them unless I came to make sure they stay out of- what's that thing called where everyone makes a big circle and beats the shit out of each other? The mash pit?”
She says it with an adorable tilt to her head, her shoulder length brown hair bouncing a little as she does, and Eddie swears he falls in love right then. Mash pit. That's hilarious. 
“The mosh pit, yeah, good call. Not the best place for little kiddies.”
The girl snorts. “Not that little. They're seniors in high school, I’m only like five years older than them. Doesn't stop them calling me mom though, little shits.”
Eddie laughs. He likes this girl. “Well, I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out his hand. The girl gives it a slightly bemused look, and shakes it. “Can I get momma bear a drink? Another coke?”
She looks at him for a second, assessing him somehow, then shrugs. “Sure, as long as you promise never to call me that again. I’m Stevie.”
“Stevie,” he says, rolling the name over his tongue. It suits her. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Be right back!”
Stevie blushes a pretty pink as he leaves, practically the same shade as her sweater, and as much as Eddie’d like to stay to see what else he can say to put that colour on her face, he's made a promise. 
He makes his way over to the little bar at the back of the concert and orders a coke for her and a beer for him. As he's waiting for the bartender to pass him the drinks, he hears someone call his name. 
“Henderson!” he yells, immediately pulling the kid into a hug and obligatory noogie. “Been too long man, look at you! Almost human sized!”
It's been three years since he'd last seen any of his little sheepies, since he'd put Hawkins in his rear view mirror and gotten the hell out of dodge. He'd missed them. And Dustin had shot up in those years, as tall as Eddie now. If Eddie's not careful he'll start to tear up. 
“Fuck off man,” Dustin says, goofy grin spread wide across his face. “Come on, you gotta say hi to everyone! Mike and Will are here too- Lucas didn't wanna come he'll be so pissed-”
As Dustin says it, the bartender returns, setting down the beer and the coke. Dustin clocks it immediately, little genius that he is. 
“Oh are you with someone?” he gasps dramatically. “Does Eddie the Banished finally have a girlfriend?”
Eddie rolls his eyes as he grabs the drinks. “No, but I was working on that before I was so rudely accosted by a child-” pause for outrage- “but don't worry man, I'll be right over, it's been way too long, gotta see how my babies have been doing navigating the hell that is high school without me! Just lemme drop her drink off, I don't wanna be rude.”
Dustin nods, following behind Eddie as he weaves through the crowd, talking a mile a minute about Hellfire and all the campaigns they've been running the past few years. Eddie half listens, but honestly kind of tunes him out. The crowd is thick and loud, he's trying not to spill the drinks, and honestly, while he loves the kid, Dustin kind of sucks at re-telling stories. He'll get the rundown from Will later. 
All this means he doesn't notice when Dustin falls silent, just as they reach Stevie. Her eyes are wide as she sees them, blankly taking the coke from Eddie and staring at Dustin with a weirdly panicked look on her face. 
“Sorry, baby, really wanted to get to know you better but I ran into-”
“The girl you were flirting with is Stevie????” Dustin shrieks, and god, Eddie’d forgotten how loud he could get. 
He looks back and forth between the two of them. “You two know each other?”
Stevie sighs, looking up to the sky as if begging god to strike her down. “Yeah, this is one of the kids I’m babysitting.”
Something niggles at the back of Eddie's mind, even as Dustin and Stevie get into a heated back-and-forth about the use of the term ‘babysitting’ which ends up in Stevie getting Dustin in a loving sisterly headlock. Something about how Stevie said she’d babysat the kids since middle school, about how she kind of looks familiar if he tilts his head just right, about how when Eddie first met these kids they'd never shut up about-
“So yeah, sorry about this, and thanks for the coke,” Stevie says, avoiding eye contact even as she maintains her grip on Dustin. He seems to have given up fighting now and has resigned himself to his position tucked up against her side. Eddie's never been more jealous in his life. “Uh, last I saw Mike and Will were over by the stage, if you wanna catch up with-”
“Wait, Harrington?” The cogs in Eddie's brain have finally stopped turning, and arrived at the inevitable conclusion. Because yeah, looking at her again, this girl is definitely Harrington. Same hair, if a little longer, same golden skin spattered with moles, same bedroom eyes. The only major difference is the boobs (and the hips and the thighs and the lip gloss and good god, those boobs- Eddie's gotta stop that train of thought. Dustin’s right there).
Eddie's still pretty sure the reason he failed his second senior year was because of Harrington. He'd just figured out he was bisexual, and as a man with working eyes he'd immediately developed an unhealthy infatuation with the prettiest boy in school. They had like every other class together, and Eddie had not absorbed a single word any of their teachers had said during them. 
At his words, Stevie's face shuts down. She drops Dustin, who immediately places himself between her and Eddie, eyes flitting back and forth between them as he shuffles uncomfortably. 
“Uh, yeah. Well, it's Henderson now, my parents didn't exactly love-” she waves a hand vaguely up and down her body- “this. But Mrs. Henderson took me in, so…”
She's tense, and so is Dustin, and it breaks Eddie’s heart a little bit. He knows it never really came up during Hellfire, although he'd tried his best to let them, Will especially, know that everyone was welcome there, no matter what flavour of freak they were. But Stevie doesn't know that, and Dustin doesn't know it for sure, so he does his best to look non-threatening. 
“That's cool. Not the parents kicking you out thing- that sucks obviously- but I bet Dustin’s psyched you're officially his sister. Kid never shut up about you during school.”
And watching Stevie relax at that, the little smile that paints her lips, it's intoxicating. She's so beautiful when she smiles. Eddie never wants her to stop. 
“Thanks,” she says, quiet. If Eddie wasn't paying probably the most attention he's ever paid in his life to this woman, he might not have caught it over the sound of the music and the crowd. “And hey, I’m sorry about how I was during school, if I ever-”
Eddie waves her off. “Honestly you weren't that bad. It was mostly your friends. And I mean, benefit of hindsight, I can see why you wouldn't wanna speak up, draw attention to yourself.”
“Still,” she says with a little shrug. “Not cool.”
Eddie grins. “And heaven forbid the queen of Hawkins High do anything uncool.”
Stevie laughs, a beautiful bubbling sound that seems to surprise her as much as it does him. “Yeah, I guess.”
And the night goes on. Stevie waves over Mike and Will and they spend the rest of the concert barely listening to the music, just reminiscing and catching up. Eddie insists on buying all of Stevie's cokes and she insists on buying all of his beers. And at the end of the night, Stevie piles the kids into her beemer, the same one she had all of high school, and turns to look at Eddie. She's got that look in her eyes again, sharp, assessing, and Eddie has to fight off a blush. 
“Here,” she says, pulling a pen out of her purse and pulling Eddie's hand close. She writes a number on it. “Call me sometime. And Henderson I guess, we do live together. So you know, don't open up with anything too weird, he could answer.”
“No accidentally flirting with your little brother, got it,” Eddie replies with a giggle. He's so happy he feels high. This is embarrassing, he's pathetic. 
“Good,” she laughs. Gives his hand a little squeeze before she pulls back and gets into her car. 
He watches her go with a little wave, and makes sure she's definitely gone before he does a dumb little jump and punches the air. He looks down at the number on the back of his hand. There's a little heart next to it. He's never washing his hand again. 
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rejectedfables · 8 months
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rereading 2ha after you know the [🌷redacted🌷] spoiler is just realizing that it isn't "Dumb Husky" as in "haha Mo Ran is so stupid" but rather "Dumb Husky" as in "watch how this major plot spoiler dramatically restricts Mo Ran's capacity to access his memories, interpret his feelings, control his emotions, and connect with others to a debilitating degree" and also he's so stupid haha
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dabblingreturns · 1 year
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Strong opinion: Gideon Nav is not a golden retriever!
Gideon is a husky. She's opinionated, strong, very self sufficent, tough as nails, and also a dramatic bitch!
To follow this up
Marta Dias: German Shepard, she shows up, ready to work, does her job as a professional and looks forward to her kibble at the end of the day.
Coronabeth Tridentarius: Standard Poodle. Under all that hair and good breeding is a frighteningly compitent hunting dog just waiting to show you that she is the best and exactly why you should love her.
Naberius Tern: sadly that boy is a toy poodle. And he's doing the best with what he has...its a pitty about the yapping.
Jeanmarie Chatur: a young English lab or pointer...she's going to be the best there ever was if only she can get the chance to grow up.
Magnus Quinn: is the actual Golden retriever. His kind have been breed for years to be a part of the family, he loves you and your kids...he's a goofball....he is perfect...
Camilla Hect: mid sized terrier. Yes, she looks cute with her big personality and messy coat, but she never lost the instincts that alowed her ancestors to run into Badger dens and fight the enemy on thier own ground. She is smart and visious and determined and she loves her person.
Protessalous: the mutt you had growing up who passed away when you were a teen. He isn't any clear breed....but somehow all other dogs are measured up to him and found a bit wanting...
Colum asht: mastiff....he's big, overbreed, designed for one use only (to put fear in the hearts of his enemies) and won't live as long as the other dogs. But he's doing his best.
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giggly-squiggily · 1 year
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Hiyaaaa! How are you? I hope this finds you in good health. My I please request some Lee! Douma, Lee! Enmu, Lee! Akaza and Lee! Koku headcanons (remove some if it's too much :)) with a reader who isn't ticklish but loves to (be a sneaky bish-) tickle them?
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You don’t even know anon- Akaza’s been on the brain lately. I forgot how much I like him klarjejkakjrajek I’ve gotcha covered! :D I’m gonna do all four because I can :D
Under the cut for length!
CW: Violence and Mentions of Swearing (It’s Akaza); Demon Slayer Manga Spoilers, Upper Moon Spoilers
Lower Rank 1: Enmu
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- I’ve headcanoned before that Enmu doesn’t always recieve tickles. They’re pretty crafty in avoiding them when undesired. That said, when it IS desired, they’re the easiest target to grab.
- Ticklish hand vibes! Palms, wrists, even the inside of their elbows is pretty ticklish. They find them really soothing, even if they make them giggle like crazy. Besides that, they’re fairly ticklish in the legs, hips and armpits!
- Has a sleepy laugh, deep and husky- as if they’re being awoken by said tickling. That’s the beginning of it- the longer it goes on the more bell like and high pitched it becomes. If you squeeze their hips in such a way, they’ll squeal.
- When Enmu fights, it’s with dreams- putting his Ler to sleep with dreams of them getting tickled as they flee. However, if they can get past their defenses, Enmu’s a goner. They just curl up and wail dramatically about how their going to die (but not really- they secretly really love it.)
- Not much fighting back in the moment- as I’ve said they prefer to make their lers dream while they run, but they’ll remember you. And they will get their own revenge in time. Best keep your eyes peeled if you’re the ler who got them good (Unless your Douma; can’t really do much against him).
Upper Rank 3: Akaza
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- Oops I’ve fallen for him. It’s that voice of his *grumbles in Felix simp* But anyway! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- he’s the most ticklish demon of the 12 Kizuki. This means he’s one of the most targeted of the group and he “hates” it.
- Ticklish stripes! Especially on his torso and limbs- just gently tracing them will make him scream. Besides them, he’s generally ticklish all over his torso and arms. One squeeze to the biceps and he’s done for (shout out to @/helloitsghost for this headcanon!)
- Is known as a “breakdance squirmer”- if tickled he’ll bust out every martial art move and stunt to attack his ler while screaming profanities at them (unless it’s Rui. He’ll let the spider have his fun before getting him back #SoftSpotForRui). Douma coined the term after he watched Daki and Gyutaro tickle him relentlessly- “It’s like your dancing!” He got his head punched off for it. Worth it.
 - Howls in laughter- borderline shrieky with how loud he can get. Lots of swearing and death threats mixed in- also has what I call a “keyboard smash” laugh- it’s a string of gibbery noises mixing with his swears and death threats that sounds like he’s scat singing. It’s hilariously cute and really adds to his dance like squirms- Akaza’s just one whole performance when you tickle him.
- If you're Douma, prepare to “die”. Akaza has and will punch a whole through his ler’s chest (if they’re a demon) out of spite for being tickled. If you catch him in a good mood or your one of his “allowed” lers, he’ll grumble and pout- turning his back to you and crossing his arms like a grumpy child. This is a trap though- the moment you lean in to look at his face he’s grabbing you and tickling you right back.
Upper Rank 2: Douma
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- The residential tickle demon; Douma rarely finds himself in the position of lee. If he does, it’s by his own design; he loves being tickled and will provoke anyone and everyone to do so.
- The definition of “Can’t take what you dish out.”- he’s incredible at teases but the minute you baby talk him he’s gone. Instant defeat, Douma’s puddy in your hands the minute you start teasing him. Call him cute, coo at him, point out the blush on his face or how his smile is pretty and he’s done for.
- Really ticklish lower back (shoutout to @/helloitsghost for the headcanon) and waist. Even with the numbing defense of Ice powers, just brushing these spots makes him giggle like a child. His neck and under the chin are also good spots to make this demon a mess. While more sensitive to harder tickles, you’ll find that lighter tickles are quite effective if the room is warm enough.
- Has two laughs- a fake one and a real one. The fake one is what he used to humor the the demon kids tickling him (They weren’t bad at it- they just didn’t know where to go on him.) His fake laugh is light and airy- lots of “Hohohoo!”s and “Hehe”s mixed in. His real laugh on the other hand? A hot mess. I’m talking snorts, wheezes, loud cackly laughter that rivals Akaza’s in terms of downright hilarity.
- He’s not one to fight back when tickled; he’ll accept his fate and quietly plan his next attack on his ler. He loves to watch them squirm with anticipation- never quite going for it until they think they’re safe. Post tickles are the same; he just lets them think they’ve got him good until they haven’t.
Upper Moon 1: Kokushibou
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- The one most are too scared to try tickling. It was Douma who gave it a shot and realized how effective light ones can be on the swordsman. Koku’s not often a lee for the reason above, but when he is it’s a rather sweet sight.
- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: ticklish palms. Gentle traces and scratches make him squirm and huff with laughter- never quite reaching a full laugh but it’s enough of a sight to warm the soul. Also fairly ticklish on his shoulders (shoutout to @/firepolemos05- I believe you were the one who came up with this headcanon?). Tracing them makes him shiver and laugh.
- When he was human, his laugh was low and deep- shaking his ribs with each chortle. Now as a demon- that hasn’t changed; though it feels...foreign; like a sound he forgot he could make that surprises him every time he does laugh. He can’t really tell if he likes it or not- though a part of him leans towards liking it.
- He’s not really a squirmer- he’ll freeze up when tickled and just kinda- shake. Fighting down a smile in vain, all six eyes squeezed shut with laughter. It makes him an even grander target as he’ll never fight back; accepting his fate until his ler is satisfied. He might go for revenge tickles but only if his ler is trying to provoke him into a tickle fight.
- Overall he likes tickles for the most part. They’re bittersweet; bringing up a feeling of nostalgia he can never quite get rid of; but also making his demonic heart feel strangely whole once more.
I hope these were good!
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iamdarcylewis · 1 year
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Is life flashing before your eyes?
"let's play hide and seek darcy" Then she followed Ben to a closet, he covered her ears and stayed there for probably hours until someone opened the door and Ben was ready to fight them only to notice it was the police man.
...
"promise me you won't leave?" "i won't"
And then whenever one moved to a foster home, the other one would go too even if it meant fighting whoever tried to separate them.
...
"i'm not hungry, you can eat it." Because Darcy had noticed how he would give her most of the food he'd find and going to sleep hungry. It was bad enough they had only a crappy tent and a blanket as a home.
...
"we kind of decided... to change our last name." The face on Sara and Dan lit up but waited for the siblings to finish their sentence before getting their hopes on.
"we want to be lewis." Darcy said with a smile and then the hugging and crying started, this was the best of times.
...
"fitz, they're gone."
It wasn't fair. Just a few years with them and then it was all gone. What were they going to do? What was she going to do? She still had Ben but she needed her mom, how was she going to do this without her mom?
...
The screaming and excitement after reading the acceptance letter, Ben telling her he knew she'd get in. The packing, dropping her in college and being alone was rough, but at least there was an internship she got an eye on, maybe if she was lucky enough.
...
"so we're supposed to go back to work as if a no.rse god didn't just showed up and lived with us for a while?"
"yes, darcy but i've got an idea that could help us communicate with him." Jane always had a great idea in mind, except when it comes to pizza, but Darcy adored her. Hey, maybe she should change her major.
...
"imma cut your toes." She wasn't serious. But it was fun to mess with agents and his face was hilarious.
"excuse me? you’re not getting anywhere near my toes." And then she said something about his fingers, making a jar collection or a necklace.
...
"you sure we won't get caught?" A giggle escaping her lips as they were sneaking to the throne room, L.oki just laugh and shook his head.
"don't worry, i've got it covered."
...
"c'mon darcy, let's get you out of this apartment." Jane basically pushing her out while Ben had her stuff in boxes, Darcy barely listening as she remembered his last words, and the huge mistake she just made a few hours earlier talking to Jin.
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"congratulations dr lewis." Cheering, claps, and lots of hugs and congratulations from everyone who went to see her dissertation. She laughed, she cried, but it was fine because the most important people were there with her.
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"this isn't an island." And disappointing Kartika, even if Darcy tried to reach out, the other doctor would just ignore her calls.
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"dandy, tom, this is orion and he's gonna be staying with us." Dandy got close to the husky and sniffed him, then she was wagging her tail and Orion was wagging his too. Tom took longer to get used to the new dog, but at least they all nap together now.
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"my carpet, man." Okay, a lot more happened and maybe the carpet wasn't as important as being alive but Jane gave her that carpet and to think it was used to... No. No thanks. But it was done now and she was safe.
...
"oh my god, this is going to be the most dramatic season ever!" "they always say that darce." But it was fun to watch this show with company, and forget about their problems for a while.
...
She looked out the window of the airplane, thinking if her friends were still at the airport or if they ran as soon as she walked through the gate.
...
Darcy was so tired. Maybe it was for the best, everyone knew she needed a rest and maybe this was it. She had regrets though, and it would suck to leave without fixing them.
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synthshade · 11 months
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A HC:
Werehogs are more like Huskies than actual wolves.
They are dramatic, food-motivated creatures with godly talents for screaming and shedding year-round
While I don't share this HC* -- only because OG/game Werehog acts WAY too calm to be like a husky -- I'm actually going for something like that with my AU's version of the Werehog. Dramatic/emotional and loud, occasionally having temper tantrums and generally being a big baby -- you know, like a husky.
*I actually do like this HC a lot, I just wish the OG Werehog was at least a little wound up and overexcited/energetic so I could agree. Just because he's pure of heart and uncorruptable doesn't mean he shouldn't be allowed to go wild and be a little feral.
Anyway, I do like the idea of Werehog!Sonic having husky moments like that, especially husky tantrums, so maybe I'll draw some of those when my art block isn't so bad.
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meili-sheep · 2 years
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If there's one thing that Duke hates more than anything in this world, it's bathing.
Being on a leash is fine. Getting his nails clipped is fine. Having himself combed during the shedding season is okay. Hell, even taking medicine for fleas is fine. But baths? NO.
But this doggo gets filthy. Running around the property? Covered in grass stains and branches. Playing with some of the kiddos? Mud, grime, and the occasional splatter of organic matter and refuse. Taking a dive into the lake? That water looks pristine but compared to what Duke goes through too? Wet, messy, dirty dog.
The smell is absolutely horrendous either way. And he loves to just shake it all off after dipping into a body of water like it'll do anything. So these are the elaborate steps of how a bath typically goes down:
Duke will smell it first. The shampoo and the conditioner being taken out of wherever has a strong-ass scent. He starts to get nervous.
Then he notices the towels, combs, and brushes and he's actively looking for a way to get outside.
The instant he hears running water, he's out. Gone. Running.
If he can't run outside to escape, he will run around the winery. He will bamboozle staff in order to either eventually get outside or hide. He has leaped through windows. He has crawled into barrels. He has hidden in bushes. He has even played dead.
One time, Duke managed to make it all the way to Mondstadt proper and underneath a nook and cranny in the marketplace. Venti smelled him and asked if there was a corpse nearby.
So once he's found, he doesn't bite or attack, but he will absolutely squirm and fight anyway.
It takes Diluc coaxing him out with a treat or two mostly five to seven to get him to begrudgingly agree to settle down.
Diluc has to carry him back because there is the chance that he will either change his mind or lose his nerve and bolt again.
He howls like he's dying the whole time he's getting washed, but it seems to be much less excessive if Diluc is the one bathing him.
He usually talks to the sullen dog while he's trying to keep Duke's rump down so that he doesn't shake a bunch of water out of his coat again.
"You absolutely love diving into the lakes and any body of water you can find, but a little soap and suds are the death of you?"
"Awoooooo . . ."
Diluc is guaranteed to come out drenched in sudsy water every time.
After Duke is finally toweled down, he will drag himself away, throw himself on the ground, and proceed to chuff and pout.
No one is allowed to touch him for like twelve hours. He is mad at everyone, involved in the process or not.
He pins them with a look of absolute sadness and betrayal like 'why would you put me through this I thought you loved me' and all that jazz.
A peace offering of a super special treat will get him to come around a lot quicker though and the instant he has it, all is forgiven until Duke plows into a puddle of mud again.
At least Duke isn't a husky, because they are dramatic as all hell.
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So from my experience with bassets, they are pretty dramatic little shits. And Imagine Duke just flopping around howling because he's clean well Diluc is just exasperated from probably hours of fighting to get his pupper clean.
"You can be mad at me forever."
Duke just howls
"Come on."
Just more howling.
"Would you like a treat?"
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"A special treat?"
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"Ooooh, I know you do."
And I just imagine that Duke just hops on Diluc and starts begging and loving on Diluc. And of course, Diluc gives him lots of love and a super-duper special treat just for bathtimes.
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hungryhyena · 2 years
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bits n pieces
the tattoo on eddie's neck is sort of a tradition, from back in the day when the family was more of a cult, as an extra showing of devotion to their god. back then, it was done after a hunter finished their training and made the blood pact with their partner. now, it's done whenever, once the recipient has proven their loyalty and has had a good meal and plenty of water in the past few hours. not getting it is a-ok, but getting one when you're still new is a huge faux pas.
vampires aren't immortal, but they do have extended lifespans- the upper limit seems to be ~250-300 or so. mama rosa is in her mid-200s, and eddie's 40-something, equivalent to around 25-30. (dakota thinks he's 28 but isn't totally sure) werewolves also have longer lifespans on average, but there's a lot of variation and not much documentation.
dakota is more or less cis and uses he/him, eddie is genderqueer and uses he/they or whatever. people occasionally use 'it' for dakota, as in "jesus what the fuck is that it's enormous oh god its catching up to me oh god no aaaahhhh" screaming, gore noises, etc
vampires can eat regular food, but certain ingredients can make them sick, including garlic. the sangriano family, however, is italian, so they've built up an immunity to it. (werewolf diets are essentially human, but they prefer their steaks rare) they do require blood, though- there are bloodbags in every grocery store nowadays, but eddie likes it fresh.
eddie's family has a flair for the dramatic. dakota is one of the only people who can tell if eddie's lying or not, he's an excellent actor. mama rosa sometimes spends hours making sure her office is the right ratio of ominous to comfortable before seeing "clients"
dakota is based on malamutes, but he has those ice-blue husky eyes. his piercings transfer from wolf to human form, except his plugs- those just kind. pop out. his helix piercing is from when he was accidentally tagged by forest rangers a couple years back. he liked the look but every time he walked past a radio it'd buzz at him, so he got a little cuff instead.
eddie loves horrible loud hawaiian shirts and eyeburning patterned button-ups, and seems to have an infinite supply of tacky dangly earrings. he has dozens of pairs of earrings with those little plastic babies in different colors. he also absolutely refuses to get rid of the mullet. like a reject lost boy.
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mistahjs-jester · 7 months
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Joker x Oc (Part 12)
The door was blown wide open and in strutted the one person I didn't want to see. The Joker.
     He states dramatically. "Where's my ah plate?" I don't reply, staring at him blankly as I dissociate. Jonathon looks from the Joker to me. Joker examines us both then says with his hands up. "Relax, I'm ah not here to hurt you." I look at him cautiously then back at Jonathon who nods slowly gesturing for Joker to continue. I look down at my food while he speaks. "You ah forgot that ah Hugo Strange has a knack for bringing people back to life. Once he found me he ah couldn't resist.
      I look up at Joker but continue to stay silent. Joker cocks his head and examines me. "Ah, Sage. Always stoic in the face of true… EMOTION." He puts emphasis on emotion. I don't give him an expression but keep eye contact. He states. "Stems from ah childhood trauma, eh Crane?" Jonathon agrees with a "Yes." But says nothing further.
      Joker grins widely like the Cheshire cat. Funny example. I think back to my time with Jervis. The moments we had of tea and biscuits. The moments I escaped Joker to get them. He knew it was me every time.
      Joker raises his brows. "Daydreaming, are we dear? You were always the one with the good imagination." I come to, absorbing his words and look at Jonathon. He takes my hand and Joker notices this, tensing up. "What have we here? A, ah happy couple?" 
I look back at Joker bravely and reply. "Jonathon cares." Joker seethe. "I ah CARE, Sage!" Jonathon replies calmly for me. "We've been working on touch therapy together. It is quite successful." Joker looks stunned but quickly covers it with a smirk. "Oh so little Sage isn't so skittish about ah affection as she was?" Jonathon defends me. "She's worked very hard and been through a mass amount of trauma invoking her to be cautious of whom touches her in any way. It isn't easy going through these things. You should know something about trauma."
       Joker smiles wryly. "Don't doctor me, doctor." Jonathon chuckles dryly and lets go of my hand, patting it then completely taking all contact from me as he gets up. "Is this all you came for? Useless words?"
      Joker plays with a blade. "I wanted your ah…" he looks down then back up again with an almost angry and conflicted expression. "Forgiveness." He says bitterly.
      Jonathon and I exchange looks then both eye him. "Forgiveness?" He queries. Joker says sternly. "Yes."
     I cross my arms and hug my body slightly. "This is obviously a ploy." Joker says in a low husky voice. "If it was you would already be… Mine." 
       I look away and try to process this whole encounter. He burst open the door, came in unannounced and without invitation… And now he wants forgiveness? What does this even mean? And why did Jonathon want to have dinner in the first place?
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nuwanders · 1 year
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3, 5, 12, and 14 for jórunn and cassathra 👀♥️
hehe thank you Jay!! <3
3. What does their voice sound like, in a couple of words? (ie soft, scratchy, seductive, high-pitched, etc)
Cassathra - answered here!
Jórunn - on the low side; husky, slightly bored in tone.
5. Does their fashion sense reflect an aspect of their personality? (ie bright and colorful outfits symbolizing that they’re an upbeat person)
Cassathra - answered here!
Jórunn - like Cassathra, the short answer is unfortunately no :( working in the brothel, she would have spent work hours dressed provocatively at the behest of the madam. In her time off, I think she would have tended towards clothes that were comfy, plain, and conservative; loose-fitting linen blouses, long dark skirts or breeches.
12. How do they feel about romantic relationships? Are they into casual flings or more serious, long-term romances? Or are they uninterested?
Cassathra - Cassathra is SUCH a romantic and a big Yearner™, though she has a hard time admitting to herself that romantic love is something she wants; she wants to think of herself as independent and self-sufficient. I think the thought of a casual fling interests her, but (as readers will know) she lacks the confidence to follow through with one. What she truly wants is something serious and dramatic and romantic, because she's young and inexperienced and hasn't yet come to see the appeal of love that is simple and safe, but either way, she is also quite content on her own for the time being, thank you very much.
other answers under the cut!
Jórunn - this is the billion dollar question with Jórunn; at the moment in her story, I would describe her as somewhere between 'uninterested' and 'conflicted'. Working for a decade in a brothel--largely due to a lack of other options--has had a lasting impact on her relationship with intimacy, because she's never had the chance to experience true 'romance' and sex has only ever been transactional for her. That's not to say that she isn't interested in romance or sex at all; it's just that she's more interested in the idea of romance, and for the moment, she is frightened enough by the reality of it that she should probably work through a few things on her own beforehand.
14. How is their relationship with their family? Which family member are they closest to?
Cassathra - her relationship with her family is strained by their ideological differences; Cassathra thinks magic is beautiful, exciting, and a force for good in the right hands; House Redoran, and by extension her parents, think magic is dangerous and unnatural and never to be trusted. When she was younger, her closest relative was definitely Raydrin (her older brother), because he was fun and caring and sympathised with her growing anti-Redoran sentiments (he probably encouraged them, if anything). When she was a teenager, Raydrin took to skooma and withdrew for reasons Cassathra only later came to understand, and so Mathyas became something of a surrogate confidant and brother-figure.
Jórunn - Jórunn, unfortunately, has no living family to speak of, and I think she'd feel little for them if they were alive. She was on good terms with a few of her fellow workers at the brothel, but they were never 'family' to her, and she doesn't regret cutting ties.
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maddie-w-draws · 2 years
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Headcanon that Best Gerald has the temper and vocals of a dramatic husky (also known as a normal husky)
that's very much the kinda vibes I was thinking of in that last drawing
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