#i couldn't even decide which reign thing to pick which is why i left that off 🤣

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

i may have forgotten some because they were too traumatic, but here is my definitive list as i could think of it this morning. oh, how i've suffered! 😢

#polls #i couldn't even decide which reign thing to pick which is why i left that off 🤣 #(my final potential choices were mary/catherine not getting any acknowledgement in the series finale #and greer/castleroy getting a magical HEA and then s4 taking it back) #dollsome's deep thoughts #also the guy/marian one is a pretty ancient throwback #but i cried for like my entire xmas break of '07 over that! like a cool person who's good at picking successful ships! #another underrated but profound tragedy: my bb lavinia swire getting spanish flu'd to death! #anyway. i could go on. #but here are the options! #update: i'm seeing the magicians mentioned a lot #i never watched that and i guess that was a good thing!

[hellomisst]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes: Lucy Gray Testing Coryo After Leaving the Cabin

I watched TBOSAS this weekend and, yes, I have been planning to read the book. Actually, I am reading the book already.

But I really can't get it out of my mind. This "theory". Someone else might have already thought of it but...

Spoilers beyond this line.

It might be that Lucy Gray was testing Coryo when she left the cabin saying she'll get some katniss. She had been very suspicious when Coryo said he killed three people, when Lucy Gray only knows two. At that point, she already knows that he was lying... and she said that trust is important to her. When Coryo saw the guns while looking for fishing rods, he acted extremely creepily. I think it was at that point when Lucy Gray decided to run away.

But the thing is if she really wanted to run away, she had enough lead time for her not to be seen nor caught by Coryo even when he realized she was gone for too long and decided to go look for her. She even had time to set up a trap with the scarf and snake. When Coryo was shouting for her, she was there. The only time she realized that she really had to run away was when he started to have a meltdown and lose his mind/ sanity... or the last of his goodness.

I think what she was testing was his genuine goodness; if she can really trust him with her life or not. When Coryo decided to look for her, his initial thought and feeling was that she left him and betrayed him. He did not think that she might have been caught by the mayor or peacekeepers or just the government in general (if this was in the book, I'm not at that part yet). He did not think that she might have fallen into a trap or a hole or that she was caught by an animal. All he thought of was that he was found out and that Lucy Gray turned her back on him, when it was he who turned his back on her. I think that if he reacted differently, if he showed more concern about her wellbeing rather than his own, if he genuinely cared for her, Lucy Gray might have revealed herself saying that she had a hard time looking for a katniss that was ready to be picked and that he did not need to worry. And that her scarf had fallen when the rain swept it away and that they should look for it, but to be careful because there might be snakes somewhere.

But no. Coryo panicked and took a gun with him. He kept shouting accusations at her, kept revealing his own guilt, kept being aggressive. When he could not get an answer, when he realized he cannot own nor control her, he raged. He did say that they can talk about it, fix it, if he said or did something wrong; but his actions, tone, and gun showed the exact opposite: he was not going to trust her and that he might (will) kill her, Lucy Gray, the loose end he hoped to tame and control for the sake of love... but couldn't. All these and his raining of bullets showed Lucy Gray that she was mistaken in hoping that Coryo genuinely cared for her. All these showed that he was and will continue to be selfish and manipulative for his ambitions. The evidence was already there: Sejanus, his "brother", dead because of him and his ambitions to reign over Capitol and the whole of Panem. Which is why she ran and was (almost?) shot by Coryo. And why she sang The Hanging Tree to stir up the mockingjays and cover for her.

But then again, we really don't know what happened. The story was told in Coriolanus Snow's perspective, and for all we know, he might have been delirious that time. Maybe Lucy Gray Baird was already gone and it was some forest creature that he shot. Maybe he imagined The Hanging Tree. Maybe she was really shot but just got away and died on the way up north. Maybe she was really shot but was only grazed, so she still got away on time.

Either way, the ambiguity is amazing. There are tons of heroic tales, especially of women, that were erased from the records of history or were really not recorded for fear that they might inspire uprisings against the ruling class. The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes portray this perfectly, and why and how it happens... and The Hunger Games trilogy show what happens long after history was tried to be remade, but then marks of the past remain to see the downfall of an abusive and oppressive power.

#tbosas #the hunger games #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #president snow #snow #coryo snow #coryo #snowbaird #lucy gray x coriolanus #coryolucy #can't catch me now #the hanging tree

[menina-das-flores]

Gray eyes.

summary: when sirius won’t stop tormenting you, you take revenge, but doesn’t exactly end as expected. 

sirius black x reader 

this is the first time i'm writing for tumblr so pls be nice to me!! also, english is not my first language so sorry in advance. enjoy!! :)

I had just left the transfiguration class and was starving, so I made my way to the great hall and sat down at my house table. That was one of those days when the mess reigned, and I couldn't blame anyone but the marauders, don't get me wrong I don't hate them, I just deeply dislike most of them, (Peter, there will always be room for you at my table if you decide to leave these idiots.) but specifically I dislike the boy with dark black hair and deep grey eyes who looks like he's going to eat you alive at any second the most, that being Sirius Black, one of Professor Minnie's darlings. Also, speaking of the devil.

— Look who the cat brought! Or should I say kitty? — Being an animagus has never been so humiliating before...

— Fuck off, Black. — I rolled my eyes and went back to savoring my food while trying to read my DADA book, which obviously wouldn't work because Mr. Black had other plans.

— I'll sit here, of course, if you don't mind. — he grinned slyly and sat down next to me before I could even complain. He slung his arm around my shoulder and started jabbering something about how cats are overrated.

— You talk too much.

— Then shut me up.

Silence.

Now I understood what a "screaming silence" was.

I turned slowly towards him, who was starting to blush. I smiled wickedly, this was a great opportunity to tease him for the rest of the year, and finally do what I'd wanted to do since fourth grade.

— You really want to kiss me, uh? — he opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out. I smiled and slowly approached his mouth, watching him pull back as he tried to think straight. I sealed our lips in a quick peck.

— I... I thought you didn't liked me? — he looked so confused that I had to hold back my laughter.

— Why do you have to talk so much? — I picked up my books and stood up, seeing the people around us looking at us, I lowered my gaze and covered my mouth as I laughed.

— Is this some kind of joke? God, you're playing me, aren't you?

— Maybe... maybe not, who knows?

I smiled sheepishly and started walking towards the herbology class, but the only thing on my mind was him, how soft his lips were, what it would be like to run my hand through his hair, what it would really be like to kiss him. At this point it was obvious and it was all over my face, I was in love with Sirius Black... the idiot with dark black hair and grey eyes so deep they made me feel like I was drowning. And to be honest, I kind of liked the feeling.

A few days passed and I avoided him as much as I could, hoping he wouldn't notice. The annual slytherin party on the winter solstice was coming up, and I needed a new dress considering that they always throw the best parties, (thank you cool rich guys who plan parties with their parents' fortune, and thank you other slytherins for convincing them to do it.) I was waiting for Pandora in front of the Leaky Cauldron as usual, so I decided to go into an antique dress store and take a look at the options.

(...)

It was the one, I needed this dress, it was decided as soon as I saw it, it was a blue and black dress with blue crystals, maybe lapis lazuli or quartz, it had gold details and it was definitely the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. Pandora arrived a few minutes after my impulsive purchase and smiled broadly when she saw the dress on my body.

— You look perfect, Angel... Definitely the most beautiful girl at the solstice party. Believe me, no one will take their eyes off you, not even Sirius.

— Pandie, you know how to embarrass someone, don't you? Thank you, we'll be the prettiest indeed! But... what do you mean about Black?

— It's more than obvious that you have feelings for him, and I'm also sure that it's reciprocal and well, he'll be at the party, you know.

— Reciprocal? And no, I don't have feelings for him. - fuck... I should have thought he'd be at the party. Pandora fixed her earring while I looked for a dress that would suit her.

— Yes, yes... whatever, well, I overheard him saying something about liking an animagus girl , pain in the ass, who annoyed him so much that he wanted to scream, but who also had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, and I assumed it was you. Besides, really? Come on, don't try to lie to your best friend.

— Pandie... you heard pain in the ass and you assumed it was me? What a great best friend. Well, okay, maybe I like him a bit, but that's beside the point, let's change the subject, shall we? How are you and Xenophillius?

We stayed in the store until it was time to go back, choosing accessories, shoes and things like that. I spent some time in my dorm thinking about him, Pandora could easily have heard wrong, but if there was even a small chance that he might like me, I should take it, right? I ignored this feeling for a while, the days passed and the party was tonight, happy winter solstice...

(...)

Right, the party starts at 9pm and I should probably get ready. After some time, my hair was finally done after a battle to keep it the way I wanted it, I'm already wearing makeup and a dress, I'll be late since my roommates have already left and I haven't put on my high heels or accessories yet.

I arrived at the party around half past nine, but well, they are the ones who came early. Anyway.... as soon as I set foot inside the slytherin common room I could smell firewhisky, hydromel and butterbeer. It was crowded and heavily decorated.

— Oh, look who it is. I didn't think I'd see you here, since you're avoiding me. — I'd recognize that voice anywhere, so I turned around slowly, hoping I wasn't completely red.

— Avoiding you? My life doesn't revolve around you, Black, my dear.

— Indeed, but I know when someone's busy and when they're trying to avoid me, and I can tell you, you're very good at it, I've been trying to talk to you all week. — He did?

— Did you? You must really like me. — It's more the other way around, honestly.

— I do, unfortunately. — he does what, now?

I raise my eyebrow in confusion and tilt my head to the side.

— Are you kidding? Obviously... is this revenge for the peck I gave you a few days ago? If it is, just forget it.

— I'm not joking, and I can't forget it either. Believe me, I've tried, I still haven't accepted that I'm in love with someone like you.

— Someone like me? I can say the same about you then.

— So you admit that you like me too? — he smiled for the first time that night, and I could see his grey eyes sparkle along with all the decorations of the same color, which only made me more mesmerized by him.

— Maybe...

— You need to stop saying maybe.

— And you need to stop talking.

He laughed as he rolled his eyes, pulled me by the waist and sealed our lips, he smelled like cigarretes, vanilla lip balm and whisky, and that kiss was everything and even more than I expected, for a moment I forgot everything around me, the music that was playing loudly started to get muffled and I could forget about the people around us, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and messed his hair, slowly pulling away. I smiled and it was probably one of the most sincere smiles I've ever given, and I knew that even with all our differences and fights, he would always find a way to make me smile as if it were the first time.

I was in love with Sirius Black, and his bright, deep grey eyes.

#sirius orion black #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #sirius black fic #sirius black blurb #sirius black imagine #harry potter fandom #marauders fandom #vixwritings!! 💟

[aalyssah]

Needy.

Parring: Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Hair Pulling Humiliation, Degrading, Names, (Babe, Baby, Good Girl, & Whore), Nipple Pinching, Oral, (Roman Receiving), Praise, Spanking, and Protected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 2,098

Summary: You've been needy for the last couple of weeks and when you finally get Roman alone, his cousins ruin it which causes you to say things you should've had.

Roman decided to take you out on a date since he's been so busy with the shows, and being 2 champions on 2 different brands isn't easy.

The restaurant he took you to was pretty expensive, it had people dressed with tuxedos and beautiful dresses. Roman was spoiling you with anything you wanted on the menu, but you only wanted one thing.

Him.

It's been almost 3 weeks since you two had sex so it wasn't surprising that you were needy. You didn't know how to tell him. Usually you weren't always needy, but something in you wanted him so bad.

Roman noticed how quiet you’ve become, looking off in the blank space. “Babe, what are you thinking about?" His deep voice asked. "N-nothing." You stuttered out, admiring his sharp beard and beautiful smile.

Your thoughts were swept away when a waiter came over. “Here's your fruit, Sir.” The waiter put the bowl of fruit on the table and left. "Baby, come here." Roman ordered you, patting his lap. You cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" You questioned him. "So I can feed you this fruit.”

What could go wrong? You thought, so you got up and sat in his lap.

You could feel the imprint of his cock, rubbing against your dress. That made you even more needier. You started squirming and grinding in his lap to get some friction, but very slowly, without making it so noticeable, but he noticed instantly.

"What are you doing?" You stopped when he asked, voice deep in your ear. "N-nothing sorry." You lied. As you started to pick a grape out of the bowl Roman’s cousins, Jimmy and Jey, came from nowhere, making you get off his lap.

"Yo, what’s up Uce! What y'all doing here?" Jimmy asked with a big smile on his face. “Decided to take Y/n out. What about ya'll?" Roman replied. “Just going out as brothers, y’know." Jey responded, taking a seat across from you both.

You couldn’t help, but get disappointed as the cousins talked. You thought it would just be you and Roman, but Jimmy and Jey had to come in and mess it up.

You started to pout, your bottom lip jutted out which didn’t go past Roman. "Don't start that pouting." He warned you giving you ‘the’ look. You sassily spoke up. "I wouldn't be pouting if they weren't here!" You whispered yelled.

It was clear that you were referring to The Usos. "Watch your tone when speaking to me, Y/n." Roman’s voice grew deeper as he warned you again.

Jimmy and Jey looked at each other, seeing the tense tension between the two of you. “It's okay Uce, we'll talk to you at the show next week." Jimmy dismissed both of them. They said their short goodbyes and left the table.

Roman instantly turned to you, a dark glare in his eyes. "What was that back there?" He roughly asked. "I just wanted your attention." You mumbled, now feeling slightly less confident than before.

“So you kick my cousins out of a public restaurant?" You let out an annoyed sigh as he grew frustrated with you. That’s when you decided that you were done playing games and waiting on him. "Yeah I did, isn't it obvious I want you, but your stupid brain is in your ass?!" You yelled quietly enough for him to hear.

Roman didn't say anything as his hand grabbed your throat, squeezing so hard that you felt like you couldn't breathe. "Do you want me to fuck you while everyone's watching?"

You were too stunned to speak at his words. "Hmm? You just want some dick don't you? You just need a good fucking." You felt like there was a waterfall in your panties. The way he was talking to you was so dirty.

You’ve never seen him this made at you. “Go to the car, now.” He demanded. You got up, rushing to the car with Roman slowly walking behind you.

The car ride was silent as he drove you both home and you were somewhat nervous because you didn't know what Roman was gonna do to you once you arrived at your house.

You could see the way his hands turned white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. Roman was all in for respect so when someone disrespects him, they get punished.

Even you.

When y’all arrived at home, Roman got out and went over to your side and opened the door for you. At first, you thought maybe he wasn't so mad anymore.

You went inside the house, but something didn't feel right.

Just as you thought that, you were pushed against the wall with Roman's large frame blocking the background for any sort of light. You gulped, slowly looking up at him, making eye contact.

“You were a very bad girl tonight." He said running his hands up the side of your stomach.

First, you ignored me. Secondly, you teased me in public. Third, you kicked my cousins out of a restaurant, and Lastly, you disrespected me.” His hand gently slid up to your neck, wrapping his hand around it, as he listed off all the bad things you’ve done.

“And y’know what happens to bad girls, right?" He asked, kneeing you knew the answer. "They get punished." You muttered, avoiding his eyes "Good girl, now, go to the room face down, ass up." You've never ran up those stairs so fast in your entire life. Part of you was excited, but nervous as for what to come.

When you reached the room, you started stripping from your clothes and got into position on the bed. You sat there waiting for a good 5 minutes and when the door finally opened, you felt chills run up and down your spine.

Roman walked in the room and saw you face down ass up like he told you to. He grabbed you by the hair, yanking you back, so you were looking up at him. "You think it was nice to disrespect your Chief?” He said in your ear. "No, my Tribal Chief, I'm sorry. I was just so needy." You whimpered out.

"Yeah, you’re nothing, but a needy whore." He quickly grabbed you, pulling you across his lap, and grabbing the paddle. "How many spankings do you think you deserve for being such a bad girl?" He asked, rubbing your ass.

“2" You sarcastically responded which seemed to anger him even more. "Just because you think I'm playing, you're getting 20." You felt your heart drop at the number. You wanted to say something, but didn’t want more spanking so you sat there and took it.

After 20 long hard spanking and endless amounts of crying, whining, whimpering, and begging for the pain to stop, it finally did. He set you down on the carpet, fumbling with his bottoms, and taking his cock out.

“Get up. On your knees, come on.” You barely had time to recover from the spankings, but you found some strength in you to sit up on your knees.

He slapped his cock on your face. "Open up.” You opened your mouth, only for him to shove his cock down your throat. He didn't waste anytime and started face fucking you, his hands on each side of your head, holding it steady.

“That's right, let your Tribal Cheif fuck your mouth like a good girl." He let out a deep moan as his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to choke around him. He pushed himself so deep down your throat your nose was against his pubic hair.

You gagged as tears formed in your eyes. You tapped his thigh 3 times which made him full back, his clock easily slipping out your mouth. He quickly picked you up, throwing you on the bed putting you up in a plumber position.

He fucked your mouth, ignoring when you tried to lift up your head, and pinned your arms above your head when you tried to push him off you. He pulled out and took a good look at you.

Your hair was messy, eyeliner running down your cheeks, ass bright red from the spankings, and glossy eyes from the tears running out. He felt like you had enough so he grabbed you and put you on all fours.

"What's the safeword?" He asked, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. “Banana.” You chose.

He was just about to put his cock in, but stopped, teasingly running his tip at your hole. “Beg for it. Beg your Tribal Cheif to fuck you.” You annoyingly sighed.

Of course his ego would come out now.

“If you don't say anything, I'll leave you right here, and you won't be able to touch yourself." He said in a stern tone.

You instantly began to beg because that was the last thing you wanted him to do. “Please fuck me until I can't walk! I'll be a good girl, I promise!" You pleaded.

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s really good enough. Maybe you don’t want my cock." He said with a smirk "Please, Please, Please, fuck me! I want to feel you in my stomach, please, My Tribal Chief!" He took a second and entered you with a warning.

You let out a squeal as he started pounding into you with no regards of stopping. "R-Roman slow dow-wn!" You stuttered out your plea, but he didn’t listen.

Instead, he went even faster than before. "You wanted this didn't you?" He questioned, but you didn't respond because you were getting fucked into space.

Then you felt a slap against your ass. “Answer your Tribal Chief or I'll stop!" He yelled, pounding harder. "Yes, yes, I wanted this! I wanted this so bad!" You sobbing out, hands gripping the sheets hard.

He pulled out and flipped on his back. "Come here and ride me." You slowly crawled over and hovered over his lap. You squatted down as his cock slid in you. You mewled when you bottomed out.

It felt deeper than ever. Roman didn’t give you time to adjust, pinching your nipples. "I said ride me. Unless, you don't want to cum."

You started bouncing up and down on him, his cock hitting places you didn’t know exist. Roman sat back enjoying the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. He didn't know why you were so eager to fuck him, but he wasn't really complaining.

Roman saw how tired you began getting, your bounces slowing down. He took control, pulling you against his chest, panting his feet on the bed, and starting to pound up into you.

"Tribal Chief you fuck me so good!" You praised him, boosting his ego. All that was heard in the room was skin clapping, your moans, and Roman’s groans.

You thought the bed was gonna break, or put a hole in the wall because of how much force was getting put into it.

Roman wouldn’t care even if it did. He also doesn’t care if your neighbors are mad at the fact y’all were so loud. It only encourages him to go harder.

“You gonna cum, huh?" Roman asked while increasing his pace. "Yes, yes, please let me cum Tribal Chief!” You plead. "Go on cum for me." He didn't have say that twice.

You came with a loud cry, burying your head in his neck. Your cunt had an iron grip around his cock which caused him to cum as well. His cum filled the condom, a dissatisfied groan coming from him.

Maybe one day he’ll be able to cum inside you and get you pregnant.

You both laid there for a moment, recovering from the harsh fucking. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. He grabbed some of your makeup wipes and cleaned your eye liner and put you on the toilet seat while getting the water right in the bathtub. You and him stepped in the shower and washed.

You got dressed in panties and his shirt and got in bed. “Why were you so needy today babe?" Roman quietly asked, gently scratching your scalp. "I don't know, it's been 3 weeks, I guess I just missed you." You answered honestly.

Roman frowned, feeling slightly guilty for your feeling. "I'm sorry for neglecting you, I didn't know. I have been so focused on work." He apologized. "It's not your fault.

You reassured him. After that, Roman felt better knowing that he didn’t make you feel neglected or unwanted.

You cuddled up in his chest, saying your ‘Goodnights’ before falling asleep.

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x you #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fic #roman reigns smut #roman reigns one shot #wwe smut #wwe x reader #wwe fluff #wwe smackdown #wwe raw

[christmastreebag]

The Horror of the Jizz Ghoul: A Fallout 4 Creepypasta

I have to admit something. I pirated Fallout 4, and have never officially bought the game. All of my time playing Fallout 4 has been on a cracked version. Normally, this hasn't changed much besides losing the benifits of the steam version of the game.

But recently, I decided to pick the game up again since I missed the Commonwealth. This playthrough I decided to try the Brotherhood of Steel questline, since I've never actually played it. I ran about the Commonwealth, punching a southward hole through the wasteland when I came about the police station. The Brotherhood was struggling to hold off some feral ghouls, so I helped out, but Danse acknowledged the smell of the ghoul, which isn't something I remembered but honestly its pretty cool attention to detail.

Danse and I headed out to get that thing he needed (I honestly always forget why we go there in the first place) but it was really interesting because the synths voicelines were different as well. They kept saying "Down the hall and to the left" and kept talking about a wall, which I don't even recall being a part of Fallout 4's plot. After the mission, I had to a quest for Rhys where basically I had to clear some ghouls out of a nearby subway. Pretty simple, reminded me of Fallout 3, which I put vastly more time into. When I got there, being the loot goblin I am, I started to loot everything, even the bathrooms. But strangely, there was a deep black puddle in the one on the left. It was so black that it was like something sucked all of the white of out it. I continued through the subway, and when killed one of the ghouls in the tunnel, I was horrified. Instead of bleeding blood like a normal person, this ghoul was bleeding SEMEN. I bolted out of there lest I be swallowed by the HYPER-REALISTIC JIZZ WAVE CHASING ME. As I climbed the stairs out of there I noticed "Vote for Clinton" signs on the walls, which weren't there before.

(a screenshot i took of the jizz ghoul)

As I stepped out into the light, I heard Dogmeat whimper as I realized that the air around us was filled with a thick cum vapor, resembling fog. It was either staying there or braving the sperm storm, and I chose the storm. Thankfully, the station was only a block away, and I could make it there with little difficulty. When I got there, I told Rhys that the ghouls were taken care of. He then said "Oh really? Great work. I think I'm gonna..... JIZZ YOU UP" Then something inside Rhys started to open him up in a cumsplosion and HILLARY CLINTON CAME OUT. She screamed and reached through the screen "I'M GONNA MAKE FALLOUT WOKE!" I knew that couldn't happen and before she grabbed me with her claws I reached for my gun under my desk and shot her in the face.

I now realize what happened. That copy of Fallout 4 I pirated was a hacked version made to be pro-Clinton propaganda for the 2016 presidential elections. I'm not sure if I ended the real Hillary's reign of terror but I do know that I'll never pirate Fallout 4 again.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanfic #fallout 4 creepypasta #creepypasta #fo4 #hillary clinton #based on a true story #fanfic #fallout fanfic

[chiyoso]

hiraeth! how are you doing today?

got a 59, 35, 42. 56 and 57 for your ask game.

it's a lot BUT I AM I N T R I G U E D

hehe! hey pretty <3 feel free to ask more, because i love intrigued people 🤭

35) favorite subject

i've ALWAYS, always had an affinity for music no matter what. i realized it late though, but because of my mom's wants of me being good at music in general, i developed a natural talent for teaching violin/piano in my own way that amazes her.

e.g. i helped a clearly struggling student of hers, and it was the day of the performance + we only had 1-2 hours of practice left, a piano student, she was having a hard time with counting the beats, and being on beat, having trouble with pacing as well, which i picked up almost immediately, and my mom was busy making preparations so she couldn't help. but i stood up and decided to because i just- idk? i really just wanted to help!

and i wasn't aware that this certain action of mine would lead to a successful performance, with a damn headmistress of a school offering me a free college scholarship because of my own performance + my sudden deeds

bam. (i think i overshared and retold my story about the free college scholarship lmao)

more info under cut! ❤︎

42) favorite books

hrm, i don't have a lot of books to read in this time now BUT

my favorite books growing up was diary of a wimpy kid (i swear i was so addicted to it, and i finished all books of it, PLUS THE MOVIE??? RODRICK??? OMG)

those fairy books i forgot the names but i think the titles were literal names of the fairies? idfk

bridgerton (cough) i'm a sucker for this genre

i can't think of anything else since i dont read much anymore, but i want to say that my favorite genres are; fantasy, romance, dark mature content (no, not 50 shades of grey) smut duh, sci-fi and i think thats pretty much it!

need recommendations... i wanna read some books where we flirt with some shadowy, dark eldritch horror or even the grim reaper himself (im so fucked omg)

56) favorite food

ITALIAN FOOD BABY, but i've been growing fond of uhh... chicken liver. i'm also really open to trying lots of things

ranking: most favorite

1. italian cuisine

2. fried japanese foods

3. korean cheese tteokbokki and tteokkochi

4. tbh convenience stores go hard too for my broke ass

5. philippines food

pizza reigns supreme.

...along with fries dipped in ice cream.

57) favorite animal

cats. any cat. (except for the furless ones im sorry)

cats remind me of scaramouche, lyney, neuvillette, blade and jing yuan so much, i wanna have a black cat along with a white one with gold eyes.

59) why i joined tumblr

now this... hrm

i genuinely forgot why i suddenly downloaded the app... shit.

dammit, i forgot. fuck. i just know i joined when me and my ex were at an all time low and the verge of breaking up.

i remember why i stayed and decided to write myself, i got inspired, heavily inspired and horny from the star rail fics i kept encountering, like my sexual drive just went through the roofs because of this certain welt yang x stellaron hunter blowjob fic, and some aspects of it, like welt and her not trying to get caught — my cynosure reader is inspired by that, doing lewd shit in secret.

and then i kept encountering fics, over and over. showering support to all which was so rejuvenating for my mental health, and then i encountered nat's al haitham fic, encountered you through my first story, and nat's mutual who guided me when i received anon little shits talking about my tagging lmao, yall were the three pillars that kickstarted my writing career genuinely

but if i can try harder to remember why i joined tumblr... i was uhhh, i was heavily depressed, dealing with my ex's shit, life, etc, and i was just mindlessly looking for something, anything, to give me energy, anything eventful for my overly draining situation.

that's all! ehe, ily aine <3

#💌 mailed to hiraeth #💌|·❍✧⃝·° H's recipient: ainescribe #🌹|·❍✧⃝·° H. — My Bouquets

[pandorasmidnight]

I'm Thinking

Donnie x Fem Chubby Reader

PS: So this is my first oneshot on here, so sorry if it's not the best. I finally decided to post it after a nice conversation I had and I also made it as neutral as possible so everyone can feel included 😁😁. So without further ado.

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☆ Warning: Self deprecating thoughts

☆ Category: Fluff with a pinch of suggestive themes at the end.

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Of all days, today was the absolute worst. It started off with your alarm never going off, you having to do your group presentation alone since the others had some "emergency", leaving you with a barely passing grade and the reigning champion you couldn't forget, those ever lurking negative thoughts, that on this momentous day, decided to show you who was boss.

While rushing to get ready for the day, you saw it. From the corner of your eye, in the mirror. Your stomach, it was jiggling from all the movements but you never let it get to you most of the time.

Unbelievably Ugly.

Why is he with you?

Isn't April better? I mean she's everything you're not.

I honestly don't understand why he chose you over her.

With this, you started staring at yourself a little more. When you entered a bathroom stall later that day, two others entered with a conversation that had you thinking the worst.

"Yeah she is fat. I honestly don't know how she's hasn't broken her chair yet."

"I know right. Gosh I feel sorry for everything she walks or sits on."

That's the last thing you heard as they left. Since the day wasn't all you thought it would be, immediately after school you went to your terrapin boyfriend for some much needed reassurance, but what you were greeted with had you reconsidering your place in his life.

"Ugh! Where is it?!" he said as he tore down the lab.

"Hey Donnie." You walked over to hug him but he side-stepped you and continued his search.

Without looking at you he replies, "What do you want Y/N? I'm kinda busy right now."

His tone told you he's highly stressed and this prompts you to tread lightly.

"Oh I just wanted to see you is all."

"Hmm," he walks around you searching once more.

"Can I help you find whatever you're looking for?"

"Sure I guess...."

"So what are we looking for?"

He explains what it looks like and you get to work. You search a little while and Donnie got more frustrated by the minute. He drops down in his chair and let's out a sigh while rubbing his eyes.

"Oh I think I found it!!!"

You get up so fast that you hit your head on a nearby table and some beakers fall to the floor.

"False alarm."

"Y/N get up."

"I'm sorry Donnie....I'll clean it up now!!!!"

"Y/N DON'T!"

You hiss in pain when your skin comes into contact with the liquid.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO! WAS THAT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!"

"Donnie I'm sorry but I–"

"NO JUST GET OUT, I DON'T NEED ANYMORE MESSES MADE!"

"I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AROUND PROPERLY BECAUSE YOU'RE IN THE WAY!"

Hiding the hurt expression on your face, you run out without even looking at the others as they came to see what the noise was about.

Donnie turns to the doorway when he hears Mikey calling him out.

"Y'know you really shouldn't treat her like that.....poor dudette looked kinda bummed when she came in....."

Donnie's eyes widen when he realized his actions, he plops back unto his chair and drops his head on the table.

"I'm such an idiot..."

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You sit on your bed contemplating what you did wrong in order for today to have been so terrible. Faint tapping on your window alerts you to the new presence. You look over and see his eyes looking back.

"I just wanna talk.."

You open the window and he engulfs you in a tight hug upon entry. You stand there for a few minutes until he finally speaks.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. I was just frustrated and then I took it out on you and......ugh I was an idiot and I'm sorry......"

"It's fine....I guess.....but can you let go you're kinda crushing me..."

He let's go so fast you think he might have whiplash. He rubs his neck, you giggle at his facial expression and sit on the bed. He sees directly through you. He kneels infront of you and cups your cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just thinking..."

He's pitying you.... there's no other reason I mean look at him....look at you!!!

He wouldn't want someone like you for his lover out of free will...

You look at your feet.

"Donnie...can I ask you a question?"

"What is it angel?"

"Why....why did you pick me?....."

His face drops instantly as he realizes how you're feeling and how his outburst might have contributed to it.

"Angel...I chose you because I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You lit up my life when you started conversing with me that day. I'll admit April did catch my interest but you came and stole it like it was nothing, you understand me and make me feel good about myself in ways I couldn't even imagine..."

With each phrase he gets closer and closer until he sealed your lips with his. It starts to get heated, but when he glides his hand under your blouse, you come back to your senses. You tug your blouse back down and wrap your arms around yourself.

"Wait...I'm not...."

He's over you in a split second and makes all your thoughts withdraw for the time being.

"Y/N don't you dare say anything is wrong with you. I won't tolerate it. You're beautiful and I love you just the way you are. If someone said something ignore them, their opinion is irrelevant because you never asked for it."

"This cute tummy right here. I love it." He kisses it for emphasis.

"It is literally the best pillow aside from your bust area which provides 24 hour comfort when I'm resting on them."

"These thighs....oh my...have you heard the phrase thick thighs save lives?"

"And as you can clearly see I haven't died from caffeine overdose." He chuckles lightly which makes you giggle as well.

"Honestly I love my head being able to rest on your thighs but I think I'd rather be between them."

He smirks while pushing up his glasses and you smack his shoulder.

"Stop messing around...."

"But darling, I can assure you I'm not...."

He pushes you down and gives you a lustful look. With his administrations throughout the night, you can safely say he did show you how much he appreciated your body.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt #tmnt x chubby reader #chubby reader #tmnt x reader #my work

[malghra]

I’m not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you

Darklina Week Day 4: Fairy Tales: Darklina Red Riding Hood / Company of Wolves AU

Title from Talyor Swift's So it goes, Rating: M

Winter had been hard on Old Baghra and Ana Kuya was worried about her, so she decided that Alina should make the trip to her cottage on the other side of the woods to bring her some food and kvas. On her way there, Alina meets a stranger...

Winter had been hard on Old Baghra and the staff at Duke Keramsov's household were worried about her, so it was decided that Alina should make the trip to her cottage on the other side of the woods to bring her some food and kvas. The fastest way to get there was through the forest, but Ana Kuya had warned Alina that the woods were dangerous and that she should never stray from the path.

She'd nodded eagerly, mostly to avoid one of Ana Kuya's lectures on acts of kindness and the importance of community, but behind her back Alina had sulked and pouted. It was one of the first sunny days of the year and she'd wanted to spend it in the meadow with Mal. But now she'd have to spend her day struggling through the forest with a heavy basket.

She took her red shawl from the hook on the door, wrapping it around her shoulders, and decided to go and find Mal anyway. He would go with her if she asked.

They were almost outside the front gate, when they heard Ana Kuya call out to them. "Malyen Oretsev, where do you think you're going?"

They exchanged a look and Alina bit her lip. Should they try to make a run for it? Unfortunately, Ana Kuya was closer than they'd thought.

Mal turned around and answered her question innocently. "I'm going with Alina to bring this basket to Old Baghra."

"And did I tell you to do this?" she asked in exasperation. "You need to stay here."

"But you said the woods aren't safe!" Alina objected. "Mal should come with me, to protect me!"

That earned her an ear boxing, and Mal was sent away to help the young men as they started repairs on the house after the long winter.

By the time Alina entered the forest, Ana Kuya's warnings had already slipped to the back of her mind.

Winter had passed and now that spring was reigning, the woods had never looked more beautiful. The trees were blooming, flower springing up along the path, and the moss and ferns covering the forest floor and scattered rocks were the green of emeralds, drops of dew that had not yet disappeared making them sparkle like the gems they resembled in the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

She took in the enchantment of it all with wide eyes and quickly forgot about the dangers that might be lurking. The trees and brushes were alive with animals awaking after the long lull of winter and the song of birds was filling both the forest and Alina's heart with joy. She hadn't gotten far when she could no longer resist joining them in their singing.

She sang as one would only sing when they are alone, so as was bound to happen, she soon discovered she was not alone at all. The man appeared from a gap between the trees some three feet ahead of her, stopping her in her tracks.

He stood there looking at her, arms loosely crossed over his chest and his head cocked to the left. He was tall and slender, with a shock of dark hair and dressed in black wool and leathers. Alina closed her mouth, realizing she was staring at him. "Good day to you, sir," she called out.

"And good day to you, milaya," he answered as he started strolling over to her. The hairs on the back of her neck rose and she tried to remember what Ana Kuya had said about strange men.

"Please, zolotse, do not stop your singing on my behalf, I was quite enjoying it," he told her, holding her gaze.

His words pleased her, but she could feel heat flushing her cheeks. He blinked slowly, licking his lips and Alina's heart sped up inside her chest.

"May I walk with you for a spell?" he asked, his slate grey eyes open and kind.

Despite herself, she nodded and clutched the basket she was carrying a little closer to her body.

They walked in silence for a while, until he asked, "What's your name, milashka?"

"Alina," she answered breathlessly.

"Alina," he repeated, as if trying to taste it on his tongue, and the way his lips curled around her name sent a shiver down her spine.

"I am Aleksander," he added with a smile which didn't really look like a smile all that much, even if she couldn't decide why.

She glanced over at his face as they walked. He had a sharp and smug look about him, a bit dour even perhaps, she mused, but when he met her eyes or offered her that odd smile, something fluttered deep inside her stomach.

"What do you have inside that basket of yours?" Aleksander asked.

"Food and kvas for Old Baghra. She lives near the bridge three miles south of the creek," she answered him.

For a brief moment, Alina could have sworn that a shadow passed over his face, but then he exclaimed,"But you're taking the long way!" his eyes wide and innocent.

"Of course not," she countered with a smile. "The fastest way is through the woods."

"Yes," he agreed, "It is. Through the woods, but you are following the path."

"Ana Kuya told me not to stray from the path," she mumbled, hating how silly she must sound to him.

He offered her a half-smile. "Ah, you're a good girl, aren't you? I bet you do every little thing your mother tells you to do, now don't you?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, her face flushing with anger this time, and he barked out a laugh.

"Ana Kuya is not my mother!" she spat at him. "I'm an orphan!"

"Ah, I see," he muttered matter-of-factly, and she was oddly grateful for the lack of pity in his voice and eyes.

They walked in silence, until Aleksander muttered her name again, and Alina automatically glanced up at him.

"Why exactly did Ana Kuya tell you not to stray from the path?" he asked her, head cocked to the side again.

"I..." she opened and closed her mouth. "She said it was dangerous," she told him, picking up her pace.

He easily kept up with her. "But why?" he wanted to know.

She bit her lip. She wasn't about to admit that she didn't know why. "It's better if we stay on the path."

He raised an eyebrow. "We? You can stay on the path if you like, lapushka, but I'll bet you I can get there faster than you can."

Her hands tightened on the handle of the basket. She nodded.

"Very well," he said. "Of course, I'll need a prize if I win the bet, wouldn't you agree?"

He held her gaze, but Alina didn't look away.

"What kind of prize?" she breathed, her voice betraying her.

"How about a kiss?" he asked.

Her heart started hammering again, closing up her throat and making it impossible to speak as her eyes dropped to his full lips. She glanced up to meet his eyes and nodded.

"Let me take your basket," he offered.

She handed it to him and then watched him disappear between the trees. She began walking faster, determined to win the bet. A kiss, she thought as her feet carried her down the path. She'd never been kissed before, but she tried to imagine it. She wondered if his lips would feel as soft as they looked.

Perhaps she wouldn't mind losing the bet. Perhaps she wouldn't mind being kissed by this odd but exciting stranger. She realized she'd slowed down again and looked around, taking in her surroundings. To her left, there was a small clearing between the trees which was filled with blue flowers.

Perhaps she wouldn't mind making sure that he won the bet. Perhaps it would be for the best if she didn't take any chances. She abandoned the path and walked into the clearing to pick some flowers and weave them into a crown. That would give him enough of a headstart to get there first.

Alina ended up lingering there for a longer time than she'd intended, singing under her breath and picking all of the prettiest flowers, but eventually she'd made her way to Old Baghra's cottage. It was already getting dark and the wind filled the evening with a menacing chill, but Alina didn't shiver, she had her shawl to keep her warm.

There was no sign of the stranger called Aleksander, so she knocked on the door and called out: "Baghra, it's Alina!"

No answer came.

"Baghra," she repeated a little louder than the first time. She tried knocking on the door again and slowly, it creaked open. As soon as she stepped inside, the warm and dusty, musky air inside filled her nostrils, making her sneeze and cough. A clattering noise came from the far side of the room.

Old Baghra was nowhere to be seen, but perched on the bed in the corner of the hut was her dark stranger.

Suddenly he was on his feet and the door clicked shut. She turned around to find him standing close to her, his eyes glowing in the dusk. It was quiet inside, except for the rattling still coming from the corner of the room.

"What big eyes you have," she whispered, clutching the ends of her shawl around her shoulders.

"All the better to see you with, Alina," he replied.

She was about to turn around to examine the annoying clunking noise she kept hearing, when a chorus of howls rose up all around the hut. She hissed, startled by the sound.

"Those are my brothers," the wolf told her.

She turned to look out the window, but it was too dark to see. "It's getting really cold outside," she whispered. He was standing right behind her, so close she could feel the heat rolling off his body.

She whirled around, clutching his forearms to steady herself. "What big arms you have," she muttered.

He leaned in until his nose was almost touching hers. "All the better to hold you with," he said.

She averted her eyes, her breath catching in her throat, and she licked her lips as her eyes fell on his mouth. She remembered she'd promised him a kiss. She angled her face up until she could press her lips to his.

Outside the wolves started howling again. It sounds like a song, she thought, a joyous song.

His lips parted under her attention and she pulled his soft bottom lip between her own. She felt something wet and warm nudge her lip.

"Your prize," she explained as she pulled away.

He smiled that odd smile, his teeth gleaming in the dark.

"What big teeth you have," she whispered.

His smile grew wider, showing even more of his teeth. "All the better to eat you with, lapushka."

In the corner where the bed stood, the clamouring resumed.

"Did you eat Old Baghra?" Alina asked.

He nodded slowly, raising his eyebrows.

She didn't know how to feel about that. "She was old and ugly and smelly. I bet she didn't taste very nice," she piped up.

"Not really, no," he admitted, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. "But you are young and pretty and you smell like flowers. I bet you'd taste sweet."

She giggled and objected, "I'm not a piece of meat."

He chuckled softly. "Show me, Alinushka."

She unwrapped her shawl and let it drop to the floor. She could feel his eyes on her as her fingers unlaced the bodice of her dress. He sucked in a sharp breath as it slid down her body and pooled at her feet. After that she removed her chemise and let it join the heap at her feet.

His eyes followed her as she walked to the bed and lay down on it, waiting for him to follow.

He started undressing and she bit her lip as her mesmerized eyes drank in his body. But when his last piece of clothing hit the floor, the man was gone and an enormous black wolf with glowing red eyes was standing there instead.

The wolf leapt up on the bed and even though Alina's heart was pounding inside her chest, she found that she was not afraid. The wolf lay down next to her, placing its huge head in her lap, and whined softly.

She patted its ears and neck and the wolf nuzzled at her belly and her maidenhair. Suddenly, instead of black fur, she was clasping thick strands of dark hair between her fingers. The wolf was a man again.

He pushed her thighs apart and pressed his lips to her most intimate place. His warm, wet tongue nudged her lower lips, slipping in between them.

"Yes, you taste sweet, lapushka," Aleksander told her in a rough voice. His eyes were dark and ravenous, but they didn't scare her.

"Kiss me," she begged him, so he did.

Alina had been warned to stay away from dark strangers, and she had been told that only wicked girls let dangerous men take their precious maidenheads, but she gave hers up willingly and called her dark wolf husband. The blood staining the sheets was as bright as her pretty red shawl, but it didn't disturb her as she slept peacefully under a starless sky, safely wrapped up in the embrace of his tender darkness.

#darklina #alina x the darkling #alina starkov x aleksander morozova #darklinadaily #darklinaweek2021 #fairy tale au #red riding hood au #company of wolves au #i am in love with fanon!aleksander's abundant use of russian pet names

[thesacramentoflove]

(Good Omens) Beelzebub x GN Reader:

3k words - The reader runs into Beelzebub while chasing their daughter, and Beelzebub decides to follow them.

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Something stirred, deep within their heart - a feeling so pure, so unbridled…perhaps it was love? They couldn’t be certain, but the tiny wings of many a butterfly toiled to trace the lining of their stomach. They wanted to understand the feeling - that which had been hidden from them for millennia. To whom was it directed? What purpose did it serve? Nothing thus had sent them into such a state of confusion. This feeling…it shouldn’t have been possible. But, perhaps it too was a cog in the wheel of the Great Plan. After all, God often sacrificed sense for inanity.

No…it couldn’t be love.

But this…it seemed so innocent, and the implications…they didn’t bear considering. As a demon, a being avowedly void of the very capacity, well…they should've been immune. It should've been a far-flung fantasy, a tale only told as fiction. But seeing you here, a child hanging from your arm…Beelzebub could feel a spark of…something. It was something wrong, they were certain - positive, and therefore very, very wrong indeed. It was something that defied logic, that gave the demon pause and instilled a confusion deep within. Your meeting, albeit temporary, had hindered their plans to a great extent. They were supposed to be monitoring Crowley (a task annoying in and of itself), not…following some human. Not even an hour had passed since your paths had crossed, and yet they felt such intrigue.

The way you handled your child with care and compassion beyond anything they'd seen thus far, the elegance that shone through even the smallest of movements, that smile…

Beelzebub wasn’t sure which, of the aforementioned, they favoured most. It was a difficult choice, since their mind hadn't bothered to list all of the qualities they'd become privy to. It took neither genius nor seer to tell that you glowed. You glowed with beauty, with love, with…everything demons couldn’t hope to match. You were angelic, without a whisper of effort. You didn’t claim to be an angel, but if ever you did, the smell of humanity would betray you.

Humanity…that was your sole flaw, but your very essence. For Beelzebub to pursue it, to want to…

All of this, all of it…was the result of a single interaction - one that you probably didn’t even remember. You had quite literally crashed into them, while on your daughter's tail. In her defence, she was playing Tag…amid a rowdy throng of people. And in your defence, you had warned her. Several times, in fact. But a child so young is an angel in theory and a devil in practice, paying attention to little unless it interests them.

The memory of your bodies colliding was still fresh in Beelzebub's mind. They could almost…feel you, as though you were still there, still in their arms. It hurt that you weren't, and that you fled so quickly. They remembered the rushed apology, the eyes that avoided theirs, and the glimmers of panic and guilt that couldn’t be concealed. It all happened within a moment, and then you were gone. Beelzebub had put their actual job on hold, to track you down. That might've been an honour, for a demon. The reminder of your humanity was…painful. Your human vessel would eventually expire, falling victim to the curses of illness or age. For that reason, humans were lesser, they were expendable.

That's why, the war…

Beelzebub shivered at the thought, a string of new emotions tying up their heart. They felt…desperate, protective and scared. The threads of fate would not waver at the behest of a demon, but…did humanity, all of humanity, need to be slain…? What if a single human and their child…what if they survived? Would such a thing be questioned, or challenged? If there was a way to keep you, even at the expense of your freedom…

But…was it that same freedom, and all your human traits, that made you desirable? Would you hold that same calibre, if you surrendered your humanity? Would you become an angel and thrive in Heaven, or would some horrible secret rear its head at the time of judgement? Would you join the fallen…the demons? Would you join Beelzebub, and reign at their side, for all eternity? Or would you condemn them, as God already had? Beelzebub found themselves unwilling to entertain such thoughts. Of course you would still be you, angel or demon. And…something had drawn them to Earth, on this day. Something wanted you to meet, they were certain! And, well…demons had ill fortune, but…God would never be so cruel, right?

Something had called to Beelzebub, planted the thought of visiting Earth in their head, and watched it flourish. It had offered up Crowley as an excuse, used the lack of trust between demons to its advantage. Beelzebub had been played right into its hands. But from here, they walked the path blindly. There were no further directions, no sign saying 'THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO DO'. They weren't sure how to talk to humans, how to appear as a friend instead of a foe…

Everything was just so complicated. But there you were, playing with your daughter on the grass, and weaving flowers into crowns with the delicacy of a feather. The smile you wore was bright and beautiful, luring Beelzebub in like a moth to a flame. They just didn’t understand why. Why did your arms suddenly look so inviting, and your lips so soft? Why did time seem to still, why had the sun framed your head in such a way that it appeared God herself had descended from the heavens to bestow a halo atop your head?

Why were you so angelic, yet…so human?

God must have been testing Beelzebub. Again. Their heart was beginning to fracture under the weight of decisions. Mere decisions! It was ridiculous…Beelzebub was never so indecisive. This should've been a trifle, in comparison to all the decisions they had to make for the upkeep of Hell. But…how could they choose between advancing (which could result either in rejection - Beelzebub did not get rejected - or you and your child fleeing in palpable terror), or staying rooted in place (during which time you could either make your exit, or someone could 'pick you up' - was that the correct human term?). This choice was so difficult because…something, some flicker of what could only be described as goodness, begged them to leave you untainted, to simply walk away and never return.

It seemed to scream, "Do not sully the human incarnation of this angelic being."

Beelzebub knew that their approach alone would expose you to all kinds of…unpleasantries - even if they themselves had no intent to do you harm. Which they didn’t. And for that matter, they never would. Though, the words of a demon gave little reassurance, and it wasn’t like you could hear them.

They dared not dwell too long on the choices - human life was fleeting, and an hour's silent contemplation to them could be several years to you (unlikely, but they did lack very basic knowledge, so their fear-driven assumption could be excused). They didn’t want to wait…they wanted to call out, to cradle and protect. They wanted the trust of both yourself and your child, but…they still didn’t know why. A human would've laid the blame on love, but love was something demons didn’t understand. They had renounced that right at the moment of their fall. Demons couldn't…love, they couldn’t care for anything! No…it wasn’t love.

Though clearly, there were two exceptions: Crowley and Beelzebub. The latter briefly wondered if the former felt such intense emotions towards his angelic companion. Though, they had met far more than once, and Crowley hadn't made a habit of stalking Aziraphale. What Beelzebub was doing…that was stalking. And it was creepy. Their eyes were so focused, tracing every inch of your body. You wouldn’t know how to act if they just…appeared before you. No, that was definitely a bad idea - bad as in bad bad, like, really bad.

However, their hesitance left an opening for someone else - a wild animal, a vulture, someone who cared nothing for your heart, your mind or your child…someone who only wished to conquer your body. And as if to mock the demon, such a person did show up. Beelzebub was now certain this was a test, with their go-to option (murder) nowhere in sight. No…you seemed much too frail. You shouldn’t have to witness such a graphic display. Beelzebub watched for a moment, as a new form of anger took hold. That human was too close to you. Your smile had fallen, happiness abandoned and discomfort rising to its place. Beelzebub didn’t like that. Not at all.

But this was a test seemingly impossible to pass, and designed for failure. Though, if Beelzebub knew one thing, it…wasn't tests, or humane ways to deal with a given situation. What they knew was confrontation.

This wasn’t your fight, and Beelzebub was poised to prove that.

The stage was set, and they moved towards it, determined to do something…anything, to return your smile to you. This human could rot in the deepest pit of Hell, eternally isolated from both sunlight and warmth, from contact, and most importantly, from you. After today, this cretin would never bother you again, on pain of, well…pain. There wouldn’t be a murder…not yet. Your comfort was the priority, and Beelzebub had to remember that. It couldn’t be jeopardised.

They reached the scene within seconds, acting on the immediate instinct to shield you and your child. Panic and fright painted both your faces, tarnishing that beautiful innocence. That could not be excused. Beelzebub glared at your harasser, but this was a poor deterrent. They backed up a mere three paces, before sneering - acting high and mighty, as though they weren't in the presence of a Lord of Hell, a revered demon.

Still, they addressed you, venom dripping from their words. "I didn't know you had a…partner. When were you gonna tell me that, sweetheart?"

You did nothing to deny the accusation, instead vowing silence and looking between the two figures. You seemed weary, as you should, but you were thankful for the intervention. Without it, well…your imagination conjured some disturbing almost-realities. This new person, whether in or out of the binary, was…helping you. Though their presentation could lead you to believe they weren't interested in good deeds, they were…helping.

And then it hit you. The familiarity hadn't registered until now, as you couldn’t see their face, but…you knew them. Or, at the very least, you'd seen them, bumped into them. Great, now you were panicked, scared, and embarrassed, all in front of your child. You held her close, throughout this entire ordeal. A part of you wanted to run, but you had to somehow repay this stranger's kindness. And you had put them in a potentially dangerous situation, albeit without intent. You hoped this was kindness, and not simply obligation, civic duty or something to a similar effect. That was the impression they gave, but…ulterior motives seemed to be a curse of humanity. No-one was genuine anymore.

"They don't like you. So leave. Now, before I do something I can't take back." It was the first you'd heard of their voice, but you never knew you could find such comfort in a tone so exceedingly dull.

The human seemed to waver. "…Oh yeah? What, you gonna kill me or somethin'?"

"I might." A real and viable threat wove its way between those words. For all God's shit, Beelzebub was prepared to neither play nor gamble - not with you on the line.

And in the intermediate moments, the human acquired a sliver of common sense. Beelzebub was the threat, and the sooner they recognised this, the better.

They stepped back, sputtering out the pathetic excuse of "I, uh…I left my cat in the oven!"

Sheer horror led your child to cry, "Kitty?!"

"He means cake, angel." Though, your thoughts didn’t carry such surety: I really hope he means cake.

Beelzebub watched the human retreat, but kept an ear open for you. Nothing would distress you now - not with their protection. But they had to be absolutely certain. Their expression softened, senses still sharp, still looking out for you and any danger that might endeavour to betide you. They didn’t know how to speak with humans, nor how gentle it was possible to be.

But the effort could be made. "Are you…okay?"

Their question, though rather sudden and unexpected, was…calming. You could tell they cared. "Um…we're okay, yeah…thank you. You didn’t have to do that, but…I'm glad you did. Are you okay? That was a short exchange, but it was charged."

Yeah…you must've been an angel. "Yeah. 'M alright."

"That's good." You smiled. You smiled. "Thank you. Again. Oh, (C/n), what do you say to them?"

At the prompt, the little child at your side shouted, "Thank you for saving us!"

You giggled at their choice of words, while Beelzebub just stared, stunned. "I'm sorry about her, she's easily excited. Cute though, isn't she? She's usually the one protecting me. You showed her up…"

Your tone was so light, so warm, so full of…something - something special. It was greater than relief, or gratitude. Well, it seemed greater. Beelzebub couldn’t really be sure, but it zapped their confidence and made almost…made them weak. And weakness…that was dangerous. Well, it was supposed to be. Yet somehow…it didn’t feel that way. It felt like a thundering heart, a sudden and creeping heat, a soft, fluffy…something, that was so alien but at the same time, so nice.

When Beelzebub didn’t respond to your prompt, you coughed and said, "Well…is there anything I could do? To repay you, I mean…I have to repay your kindness. Um, would you like a coffee, or dinner, or…you could choose something? Sorry, I don't know what you like…"

"I like…" Beelzebub looked around, trying to find an answer in all that surrounded them. They were desperate to keep you talking, to keep your eyes on them, to make you stay. "…those."

You followed their finger, laughing as you did. "The ducks or the flowers?"

Their confusion was so strange and child-like, you couldn’t help the laughter. Still, you had never been one for judgements. You replied in earnest. "The ducks are the animals in the water, the small, fuzzy ones. Ah, see the one over there, flapping its wings? That's (C/n)'s favourite. We come here to feed them, on occasion. And flowers are those - you see them coming out of the ground? They're really sweet, and every flower has a different meaning, but no-one knows them all. It's like a secret language! (C/n) and I love that a lot…"

"You like them? Do you give them to other huma- other people?" They asked, now with a genuine curiosity.

You giggled. "I don't, not personally, unless it's a daisy from the park, which I'll give to (C/n). But…I don't really…have anyone else to give them to. It's usually a romantic gesture, and I don't…I'm not…with anyone."

You hadn't meant it to sound so much like an invitation.

"Oh. Good…Why not?" Beelzebub's tongue couldn’t decide on a narrative, torn between sympathy and a sort of cruel relief.

But in spite of this, your smile refused to fade. "Well…I'm perfectly capable of raising a child alone, and no-one ever really…made my heart soar, I suppose. My other half was…not one of God's nicer creations, I'll say that. I have a catalogue of words I could use, but…well, they would put a dampener on things."

Beelzebub nodded, noting that for later enquiries. "Are they dead?"

You laughed, both amused and taken aback. "No, no…to me, perhaps, but…no. Ah, if you're asking because of the past tense, I only used it because we aren't together anymore. We're, um…four years divorced. I just…focused on raising (C/n), rather than tending to my romantic needs. She is, and always will be, more important."

"What did you mean," Beelzebub started, furrowing their brows. "with the bit about your heart? The 'heart soar'? What…is that? How does it work?"

"Have you ever heard of 'Cloud Nine'?" You waited until they shook their head, to continue. "It's a feeling you get when you're around someone you love, where your heart starts to beat really fast, and you feel like you can fly to great heights. You feel weightless, like any sudden wind could take you into the air. Oh, it's such a magical feeling!...Have you never felt it before?"

As you spoke, Beelzebub's experience, their feelings, gained clarity. Things just…clicked. Had it been that easy all along? And had they known…? Had their heart simply pulled the veil over their mind? Could demons love? Part of them wanted to scream; love was sacred - the antithesis of hatred and the enemy of all evils. The very act, the very thought…were so unbefitting, so un-demon like. But this seemed beyond merely act or thought.

"That's how it feels." They stated, with faux confidence.

"So you have! Isn't it just wonderful?" You paused, then gasped rather loudly. "Oh my…I can't believe I forgot to tell you my name! I'm (Y/n), it's a pleasure to meet you!"

They took your hand, after a fierce internal debate. Their face, however, remained neutral. "Beelzebub, and likewise."

"Oh, you have a biblical name! Those are always so fascinating!" You gushed, taking them by surprise.

"You have a…name. A nice one." They stammered, new to both giving and receiving compliments.

You laughed again, a sound too sweet for their ears. "You don't get out much, do you? Um…would you like to get some food? Provided you can deal with (C/n), of course. We could…talk? Get to know each other…? You seem really nice, and I'd like to, um…"

Demons didn’t eat, but at this point, Beelzebub would do anything to stay at your side. Their acceptance came easily - too easily, by their standards. But they were beginning to reject those standards, at a hawk's pace, rather than a snail's. It might've been concerning, but…why should they care? Loving a human was bad, and demons thrived in the bad. Bad was good, in their books - or at least, the demonic equivalent. And 'good' wasn’t a descriptor that suited Beelzebub, but 'bad'…now that was. Surely then, a little greed couldn’t hurt. But it wasn’t material greed, no…it was far more personal, more intimate. They hungered for your affections, for your hand…for everything about you.

Their very nature justified this sin. Such beautiful, glorious sin. If Beelzebub could fall any further…they would do so with a glad and willing heart.

So this is love. They thought, as a smile crept to their lips. Forbidden love.

#beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub good omens #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #gender-neutral #single parent reader #lord beelzebub

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A Snippet of Life with Agatha Harkness

I have no idea how to use tumblr so I hope this works

--- Salem 1693 ----

Chaos reigned in the forest that night. Even before you had any inkling as to what had transpired between Agatha and the elder half of the Coven you could feel the imbalance in the air. It came in the form of an ominous pressure weighing down on you, a heightened sense of urgency that had you rushing toward shelter.

The forest had never scared you, not until that night. Shadowy figures seemed to move in your peripheral, gradually drawing nearer as you grew closer to your house, to your sanctuary. For once, you were cursing the remote location in the depth of the woods as upon arrival, you'd find yourself completely isolated, yet trapped by the thick rows of trees.

Although, as the heavy wooden door slammed behind you, the tension dissipated ever so slightly. Despite what your intuition was telling you, there was still a sense of safety to be found here. You exhaled, calming your erratic breathing and turning to lock the door.

"You know that flimsy lock wouldn't work, right?" A voice called from the back of your house, hidden in darkness but revealed by the person's tone.

Without turning, you answered. "It would against humans."

This wasn't the first time Agatha had sought refuge in your house. When she was younger, and would argue with her mother, she'd come running to your door begging for a bed for the night. Your own mother, a much kinder woman, would never turn her away. It was how you became such close friends.

She chuckled in response, though there was no real humour behind it. In spite of how tired Agatha sounded, she commanded a certain amount of fear. You could feel the dark power radiating round the room that was accustom to her presence. The other witches were not attuned to her malevolent abilities, but you'd always known.

The energy was almost audible, crackling as it came into contact with your own powers. Most would be threatened by it, but as her closest friend, the magic welcomed you into its obscurity. Tonight, however, there was a certain hostile hesitance to it.

You gulped, refusing to turn around in fear of facing the truth. "Are you staying for the night?"

"No." You heard movement, imagining that Agatha was gradually walking towards you. Your suspicion was confirmed as her breath hit the back of your neck. "I need you to come with me."

A chill travelled throughout your body at the notion. She'd always hated living as part of the Coven and used to share her dreams of running away with you. Now, for some unknown reason this fantasy had become a possibility. You remained quiet, trying to put two and two together.

At your silence, she sighed. There was more movement, and then her hand was outstretched in your line of vision, palm flat presenting a broach. Her mother's broach. Your breath hitched. If the broach was in her possession, than that could only mean one thing.

"They held a trial against me." Her voice barely breached a whisper. "Tried to have me killed." Her other hand rested against your shoulder, causing you to flinch. "I couldn't have done anything else."

You inhaled a shaky breath, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. Years ago when your own mother had died, you blamed yourself, but Agatha had been there for you. She saved you from spiralling further into depression, dragged you out of the bleak captivity and promised to never leave.

You owed her everything, and had promised to do the same if anything ever happened to her. Now was the chance to repay for her loyalty.

Without another word, you turned, wrapping your arms around her form and tugging her closer. She was taken aback by the sudden contact, but soon reciprocated the embrace. She leant into the crook of your neck for a moment, then placed a kiss along your jaw. It served as an unspoken agreement, sealing your pledge of loyalty.

You knew in that moment that Agatha Harkness would probably be the death of you, which was something you were more than willing to accept so long as you could spend eternity in her arms.

--- London 1852 ---

Since the turn of 17th century, you'd been inseparable. On the very same night Agatha had grown fully into her potential powers, you'd run away together. It fulfilled childhood ambitions while simultaneously throwing you into independence earlier than you'd been prepared for, meaning that Agatha was all you had, not that you were complaining.

Had your mother been alive, you liked to believe she would've approved, although, sometimes you missed your home amongst the forest. The house and Coven had been your last true connection to her, severed that night as you left without a proper goodbye. Even now, over a hundred years later, the loss still caused you grief.

Agatha had never related to your attachment to Salem, or to family. From her perspective, you were all she needed. As long as you were by her side, anywhere could be home. Which is how you found yourself living in London, of all places, trapped amidst the seemingly endless industrial revolution. The houses were crammed close together, the streets overcrowded with miserable people.

Out of all the places you'd resided, this was by far your least favourite. Though, you'd never mention your misery to Agatha, who you could tell secretly loved the chaos of the city.

Your house was one among an identical row, so undifferentiated from the others that there had been several occasions when you'd accidentally entered the wrong one. Though thankfully, this evening you did not repeat that particular incident. After a long day of work, which you insisted on doing to maintain some sense of normality, your feet were aching, and your lungs filled with the smog that encompassed the city.

As the door shut behind you, the bustling noise was slightly subdued. You sighed in relief, taking a moment to observe the current layout of your home. While you spent the day working, Agatha would practice spells, and often you'd arrive to find the house either in disarray, or in a state of luxury that didn't match the appearance of the building. Today was the latter.

The living room had been transformed into something you'd expect to find in a manor house, featuring a rich wooden floor and furniture that looked to be the most comfortable you'd ever seen. New exotic decoration was scattered throughout, though you didn't take the time to appreciate it upon noticing the lit fireplace, instead collapsing in the armchair in front of the crackling fire. You basked in its warmth while savouring the comfort the chair provided.

You closed your eyes, appreciating the silence until it was inevitably interrupted. "Evening, dear." Agatha's enthusiastic voice called out as you heard her walking upstairs, most likely leaving the basement. She spent most her time down there, pouring herself into the books she'd accumulated over the years, dedicating effort to gaining more power.

"Evening. " You greeted upon hearing her footsteps grow nearer. "I like what you've done with the place." Opening your eyes, you were met with the unexpected image of Agatha wearing one of her usual dresses, only it was now an intense purple. "Nice dress."

"Oh, this old thing. Just an experiment." She dismissed with a wave. "Now, come with me." She stepped forward to grab your hand, impatiently trying to pull you up.

You groaned, reluctant to move from exhaustion. "Let me sit for a minute." The complaint didn't deter her, and you finally relented as her magic began to surround you, lifting your body as though you were weightless. "This better be worth it." You mumbled, being lead down to the basement.

It in fact was worthwhile. She'd spent the day working on a counter to a binding spell, and required you to be the test subject.

First, she walked you through how it worked, explaining in great detail that you shouldn't immediately oppose the spell, but rather let yourself fall deeper into the trap. And then she, without warning, bound your hands together, assuming you were willing to participate.

Unfortunately, her guidance hadn't been as clear as she intended, leaving you stuck for the following half hour.

"Please, Aggie, can we just give up?" You shifted around, seeking room to stretch your cramped limbs. "I obviously can't do it."

"Well, not with that attitude you can't." She clapped her hands, seemingly reinvigorated by your surrender. Then she began to amble around you in a circle as though observing from every angle.

You rolled your eyes, ensuring that she saw the display of impatience. "Why don't we pick this up tomorrow? Or when I haven't just had a full day at work, at least."

"It's your choice to work." She reminded you. "We have no need for the money." Agatha halted behind you, concluding that a new approach was necessary. She stepped closer, starting to rub soothing circles on your back. "You're overcomplicating it. Just- think about the disadvantage you're at right now. All the things I could do from this position."

You could practically hear the smirk in her voice, so decided to play along. "And why would I want to stop you?"

She laughed loudly, or rather, incredulously at that. "Oh baby, you sure you could handle it?"

Finding yourself at a loss for words, you simply nodded. Agatha usually flirted at any given opportunity, which was initially for her entertainment, simply to make you blush. But as you spent more time together, you became immune to her words. You'd quickly learnt that they carried no real weight.

Except now her tone was insinuating some sincerity behind the claim, which left you speechless.

"Can't even get out these binds." She murmured, her breath hot against your ear, her body pressing against your own.

"That's- unfair." You faltered, distracted by the close proximity.

"Then prove me wrong."

Tearing your mind away from Agatha's annoyingly smug insinuations, you focused on the binds in front of you. Purple magic looped around your wrists, erratically swerving around, but firmly holding your hands in place. Taking her advice, you almost entirely cleared your mind, concentrating only on the feeling of confinement. Slowly, the purple was overtaken by a sea of blue, replaced by your own magic.

"Atta girl." She praised, watching as your magic began to work. In encouragement, her mouth brushed against your neck, trailing up to behind your ear.

The binds suddenly snapped. Your mind overwhelmed by her teasing touch. You were grateful for the freedom nonetheless, sighing in relief as you massaged your wrists. Agatha backed away.

You turned to face her, already missing the contact. She was being unusually quiet, and only smiled awkwardly at the eye contact before busying herself with something else.

So much for being serious.

--- London May 8th 1945 ---

Despite living rather detached from the events of everyday, the World Wars had been rather hard to avoid, especially now, as millions of people flooded the streets to celebrate victory. The party had really begun the night before, requiring a noise cancelling incantation to be placed upon the house. Although it only resulted in a restless night spent lying in bed imagining what was happening outside. You had sworn to yourself that you'd join the celebrations the following day, regardless of whether or not Agatha wanted to join.

Living for such a long time, you'd come to realise that events truly were once in a lifetime, so you certainly weren't going to miss out on this one. Throughout your unnaturally long life, you'd grown wiser in some aspects, while with others you remained equally clueless. Dealing with your emotions, for one.

Almost three centuries of life spent with Agatha, yet you still hadn't confessed how you felt. The feeling had crept up on you slowly, strategically taking root deep within you. At first, you'd reasoned that perhaps it was the endless amount of flirting, or the shared experiences that made you care so deeply for her. But as you were currently walking through the city, passing couples sharing in their jubilation, you admitted that it was entirely her.

You loved everything about Agatha. You loved her at her best, and at her worst. Stuck by her side through prosperity and calamity. From the time she accidently transmuted you both to the middle of a jungle (which was then proceeded by a long hike and a tense week in which neither of you spoke to the other) to moments like these.

Through a gap in the crowd, you'd spotted her a few paces ahead, frantically looking around for you.

Sometimes the most memorable moments with her were when she was oblivious to you, in a world of her own. One of her weaknesses had always been her inability to truly relax with other people, and despite having spent so long together, you were no exception. Though the scarcity of these moments only made them more special, which is one of the reasons you loved to watch her work. There would inevitably come a point when she was so lost in her thoughts that she'd completely unwind, and the rare but real Agatha would take over.

Carefully pushing past the hoards of people, you caught up with her. Admittedly, the 40s were serving her well. Somehow she was able to perfectly blend in, styling her hair to be shorter and donning a deep purple dress, while simultaneously being eye-catching. You were certain that you'd be able to find her in a crowd of any size.

You reached out to tap her shoulder and were almost knocked over by the pace at which she swung round. At first glance she appeared concerned.

"There you are." She exclaimed, smoothing her expression into one of disinterest.

For all Agatha may try to act nonchalant, you'd learnt to recognize when she was uncomfortable. In this instance, it was the slight disdain in her voice that gave it away. "Behind you the entire time." You lied.

She looked sceptical, but dropped the subject in place of grabbing hold of your hand. "I hate crowds." She half whispered, half shouted, shooting an exasperated glare in the direction of a group that had just bumped into her. "Don't wander off again." She scolded, switching her focus back to you.

"Lighten up, Aggie." You tugged her forwards, re-joining the pace of the procession. She followed obediently, keeping her eyes down. "Don't ya know," You mimicked your worst American accent. "wars over doll!" The attempt at cheering her up earned a small smile, but she remained otherwise distracted.

A few more minutes of walking in a rather solemn silence and you relented. "What's on your mind?" Pulling her to a stop, your hand automatically slid to her waist. "If you don't want to be here, we can go home. I don't mind."

She shook her head, opening her mouth to speak, but never got the chance.

Behind you, someone from within a group began yelling out a countdown. You turned to see what the commotion was just as they reached the end, then watched as everyone in the group grabbed a partner and kissed them. The display was followed by cheering, and a round of applause as several other couples followed suit around you.

Perhaps it was the celebratory atmosphere, or the continually increasing intensity of your feelings toward Agatha, but you only had one goal in mind as you turned back to her.

But she must've been thinking the same as she beat you to it.

Her hands found their way to your face, yanking you closer. In the split second before your eyes fluttered closed, you caught sight of the abnormally vulnerable way she was looking at you, and quickly sought to reassure her by reciprocating the embrace. As soon as your lips met, everything faded around you. Agatha was all you could feel. She became everything.

Neither of you wasted any time in deepening the kiss. Soon your lips were parting, her tongue brushing against your own causing a rush of heat to suffuse across your body. Her hand shifted to caress your jaw, the softness of the action contrasting to the insatiable desperation with which she was pressing herself as close as possible.

You reluctantly pull away for a second. "We should-" You're trying to speak between kisses as Agatha refuses to stop. "go home now?"

There's no need to elaborate any further as she, without halting her path down to your neck, teleports you both home in a cloud of purple smoke.

You've never been more pleased with her improved accuracy in transmutation.

--- 1986 ---

Somewhere in the distance an awfully cheesy song was playing, one from one of Agatha's mixtapes no doubt. She loved the recent music style, stating that this would be the peak, though she'd said the same during the 60s and 70s. You had to agree, listening to trashy ballads with her had been the highlight of every decade.

"What are you thinking about?" Agatha's voice was low and husky, almost a whisper. You turned to see how she was staring at you, eyes roaming across your face as though for the first time. You were undoubtedly doing the same, but who could blame you when she only grew more bewitching everyday.

"Nothing." You sighed, sinking further into the pillow behind you. The room was faintly glowing, illuminated by both blue and purple strands of magic floating through the air. It was strangely comforting, like watching lightning crackling from afar. Lazily, you reached up, swirling a strand of blue round your finger.

"Your magic is darker." She commented, admiring the sapphire colour. She was right, while her power had taken on its purple colour earlier, yours had gradually darkened from the conventional light blue to a deep sapphire.

"Probably from spending too much time with you."

She chuckled, drawing your body closer to her chest and resting her head against your shoulder. "You love it." Smirking, she pressed her lips on your collarbone, then lightly bit down on the flesh. She shifted impossibly closer, her mouth tracing a path across your neck.

You revelled in the attention she was indulging you in, the sensations that accompanied her affection. Having Agatha's complete devotion was something you'd never get used to. During your friendship, she'd strived to be as close to you as possible, but being in a relationship with her provoked a whole new level of dedication.

"I love you." Though not the first time you'd told her, the repeated phrase still carried the same weight.

However, perhaps it was even more meaningful on this occasion, because as soon as the words left your mouth, Agatha froze. An anxious minute followed in which neither of you spoke, let alone moved. You didn't dare say anything else, rather lay there in silence, wondering what had warranted the sudden change in atmosphere.

Then she, without lifting her head, murmured against your skin. "Marry me."

Initially you believed your hearing had deceived you, that in reality she had said something else entirely. But judging by the way her whole body tensed, the way her magic pulsed dangerously as if it were guarding her, you knew, or rather could feel that it wasn't a deception. She had just proposed.

As another minute passed, you could almost feel her retreating into herself, insecurities inducing regret. You snapped back into reality, already loathing yourself for delaying the obvious response. "Yes. Of course I will."

Finally, Agatha dared to look up, tearful eyes meeting your own. She smiled shakily, then leant back down into a demanding kiss. "I love you, so much." She practically purred against your lips, before continuing to pepper any available skin with kisses.

Being loved by Agatha Harkness was bliss.

--- The Battle of New York 2012 ---

Another devastatingly loud crash shook your apartment, the gradually increasing volume indicating that the conflict was drawing nearer. Unlike the rest of the building's inhabitants, neither you nor Agatha had fled yet. But with each deafening rumble, or ear-piercing scream, you found yourself a step closer to ignoring her demand and leaving to help.

Upon waking up that morning, you'd sensed something was wrong, or rather, would be wrong very soon. The inkling had nagged strongly enough at the back of your mind to prompt you to wake Agatha up, who was quick to confirm your suspicion. However, neither or you could pinpoint specifics, leaving you to continue as though it were a normal day.

At some point, Agatha, being the ever vigilant wife, had gone behind your back and decided to place a protection spell upon the apartment for any worst case scenario that might've occurred. Although not an inherently bad thing, with the eventual discovery of this, you'd come to a couple rather upsetting revelations.

First, the obvious fact that she hadn't told you her plan, and second, the realisation that she'd somehow learnt to hide her magic from you. Of course her actions had annoyed you, but the battle raging outside kept you too distracted to process anything beyond basic surveillance.

Instead of arguing with Agatha, you'd suggested that you ought to help in any possible way. She'd replied with strong discrepancy, stating that it'd be too dangerous, then later admitting that she was afraid of losing you. Under any other circumstances, the confession would've been sufficient to cool your temper, to resign to hiding with your over-protective wife, but not this time.

You'd grown weary of watching people suffer, of the city being destroyed all around you. The large windows surveying the streets below had portrayed nothing but constant violence for the past hour. You were unable to look away, yet hated to watch helplessly. Only you weren't helpless. Unlike the majority of people, you were able to defend yourself, to fight back. The only thing stopping you was the reluctant promise made to your wife.

Avoiding the battle was becoming unbearable, and with no end in sight, you decided it was time to take action. Jumping up from the chair, you set a determined pace toward the kitchen. Agatha had her back turned, nonchalantly making tea while ignoring the chaos surrounding your home. Her indifference only motivated you.

"Agatha."

"Yup." She replied, casually popping the p.

"I'm going out." You tried to copy her apathetic tone, though there was still anger behind your words.

She tensed at the declaration, her grip on the counter visibly tightening, yet was remarkably quiet. Despite being unable to see her face, you could perfectly picture her grimacing. Nonetheless, her silent seething only encouraged you to continue. "Sitting here and doing nothing is driving me insane. I can't just-"

"No. You're not." She slowly turned round, peering at you both challengingly, and curiously. You hadn't seen her like this for centuries, not since the night before you'd runaway together. She had the same demeanour, was harnessing the same barely contained power. It filled the room like a shadow, engulfing you in a sense of dread. She shook her head, an eerily disbelieving smile stretching across her face. "You're not going anywhere."

The statement was commanding, it should've had you at her feet begging for mercy. But you'd spent so much of your life with her that you could see the lie in her eyes, notice the lack of meaning behind the words. She wasn't going to stop you.

"I'm going to help, Aggie." You took a step forward, a pleading attempt to convince her to let you go, maybe even to join you. Instead, she flinched. "Please..."

She was warily watching you in silence, her stubbornness shining through. The lack of compassion she was demonstrating reignited your resentment, had you nearly shaking with apprehension. There was no way she'd join you, but she definitely wouldn't stop you either.

"Here." With unsteady hands, you fumbled around for different valuables about your person, first throwing a watch onto the table, then a phone, and finally your ring. "Look after these."

Without another glance at Agatha, you strode out of the kitchen, flung open the door and descended onto the chaotic streets of New York.

It soon became apparent that your effort would best be spent helping any citizens, while, with much difficulty, staying out of sight. Under no circumstances did you want to be recognised for your endeavour, honoured for something that was general human decency. Besides, there was plenty gratification to be found in the battle. You couldn't recall ever having the opportunity to unleash your powers like this, out in the open with no holding back. It was therapeutic, though draining.

The eventual end to the conflict was a relief, but walking home seemed to require more energy than the entirety of the fighting had. As the adrenaline faded, you struggled to climb the endless flights of stairs, cursing the out of order elevator. However, the journey did give you a chance to think back over the past few hours, which were mostly a blur. Although one thing remained painfully clear; the argument with Agatha.

Pushing open the apartment door, you decided that your first priority was to apologise to her. You didn't regret your decision, but hadn't intended to upset her either. Then, only after could you relax, treat the few injuries sustained.

Strolling into the entrance, a palpable silence followed. You certainly hadn't expected to be welcomed back with open arms, but the lack of any greeting was concerning. The sound of your footsteps continued to be the only noise, echoing round the apparently empty flat. Your pace quickened as you explored the last few rooms, finding them all to be empty also.

At first glance, everything appeared to be exactly where you'd left it (except Agatha herself). It wasn't until your third walkthrough that you noticed something else was clearly missing. Your ring. The pile of valuables remained where you'd left them on the kitchen counter, save for the small silver band, which was no longer there.

Dropping to your hands and knees, you frantically began to search the floor, checking it hadn't fallen anywhere. Even at the lower vantage point, the ring was still no where to be seen. Upon giving up, you then searched through the apartment in greater detail, basically tearing the place apart. It didn't take long until you noticed that more was missing. Specifically, most of Agatha's things.

She had left you.

--- Westview 2023 ---

The red wall crackled ominously before you, the noise it emitted strangely similar to that of TV static. There was something inherently terrifying about the large structure engulfing the town. You could almost hear it transmitting a warning to stay away, not to venture past the boundary, but you'd come too far to surrender now.

Stretching forth a hand, you were met with little resistance. You'd dedicated the last ten years to improving on your magic ability and finally the progress was paying off. However, a large majority of that time had also been spent trying to track down Agatha, who's disappearance had caused nothing but pain. Out of all your mistakes, that one was the worst, and inconveniently, the hardest to fix. Despite your best efforts, there had been no sign of her for the last decade, though you hoped today would be the end to this separation.

Thousands of spells all cast at once, it would be impossible for Agatha to stay away. You could practically feel her presence nearby.

Propelling yourself forward slightly, you were pulled through the wall by an unknown force. While the boundary seemed to intimidate and reject most people, you were clearly an exception. The strength with which you were immersed into the town sent you spiralling toward the ground.

Grunting upon impact, you allowed a few seconds to remain on the ground and recover, only looking up when you heard a distinct but unforeseen sound. Children's laughter resonated from a distance, perfectly wholesome and entirely unexpected. Even more surprising was the completely ordinary suburban town in front of you.

Undeterred by the unanticipated scenario, you stood and observed the town in closer detail. You were situated towards the edge, on a patch of grass facing the last row of houses along the perimeter road. It was night, but the street was illuminated by what looked to be Halloween decorations. A pumpkin was placed outside every house, yet there was no one in sight. Carefully, you approached the signpost reading Ellis Ave and paused for a moment to think of a plan.

You knew Agatha was lurking somewhere in the town. The question was, how could you find her while being inconspicuous enough to avoid whoever had cast this town entrapment? Clearly they were incredibly powerful, perhaps more so than Agatha.

The eerie silence was broken by an advancing car, which parked in front of the crossroads. The entire situation was bizarre, but the uncanny feeling didn't stop you from walking over to the vehicle. Hopefully whoever was inside could shine a light on what was happening here.

You kept out of the beaming headlights, sticking to the shadows as you hesitantly approached. The person sitting at the drivers seat was obscured by the darkness so you hid from them while moving closer, therefore gaining the high ground in case they were someone worth avoiding. It wasn't until you were adjacent from the window that you halted to peer inside.

She was turned away from you, but that didn't stop you from immediately recognising her. Agatha still hadn't seen you, busy adjusting her witches hat, ironic, and seemingly setting a scene.

You had imagined this reunion many times, but not like this. It felt unreal to see her sat barely a few metres away from you, obliviously going about her business. The last decade without her had been the longest of your life, yet you felt like nothing had changed, like you could hop into the passenger seat and continue as normal.

Droning out your anxiety, you stepped onto the road, moving as silently as possible toward the car. Clearly Agatha was completely at ease as she paid no attention to the figure drawing nearer.

You knocked on the window, not daring to analyse her reaction. "Good evening, can I take your order please?" You joked, having no idea how else to handle the situation. For all you knew, she could still be upset, and would order you to leave her alone. Or she could've forgotten the grudge entirely, and welcome you back.

Instead, she sat there motionless, mouth slightly agape. Her lack of response prompted you to continue. "I came to apologise- well actually I tried to ten years ago but you left before I got the chance." Glancing up at Agatha, you noticed she was frowning now. "But if this is a bad time I guess I can come back later?"

She said nothing, but appeared to be fighting her own internal battle. You fought the urge to say anything else, desperate to hear her voice.

The car door swung open abruptly, causing you to stagger back. By the time you'd regained your balance, Agatha had flung herself at you, her hat falling off in the process. You wrapped your arms around her tightly, reluctant to ever let go. Hugging her felt so familiar, yet each time was as memorable as the last.

You felt tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes and let out a watery laugh. Agatha invoked so many different emotions, you couldn't keep up. Simply being in her presence pacified any worries you'd had, quelled the betrayal you'd felt after she'd left.

"This is a bad time," She muttered. "but it doesn't matter." At her dismissal, you separated, seeing how her expression matched your own. "And I'm the one that should be asking for forgiveness." She smiled sadly, brushing back a strand of your hair.

"How about we both take the blame and move on?" You suggested, eager to move past this stage of your relationship.

"Sounds good to me," She nodded, her hands slipping onto your arms as she backed away. "and I will catch you up on everything that's happening, but right now I need you to hide in the trunk."

"God I've missed you." Sighing contently, you looked over to the car, accepting your imminent fate. "And fortunately I do still trust you."

You went to leave, but were stopped by her grip on your arm. "Hold on." She reached into a pocket, producing a silver band. Your ring.

"You've been carrying that round the entire time?"

"Just in case." She winked, grabbing hold of your hand and slipping the ring back on.

A warmth travelled through you, starting from the tip of you finger and diffusing across your entire body. She held onto your hand, bringing it up to meet her lips while maintaining eye contact. At the gesture, you tugged her into a kiss, the contact saying what you currently were unable to.

You knew there was a lot you'd have to work thought together, but right now, all that mattered was the feeling of her lips against your own.

"Next time you want a break, please tell me instead of vanishing."

She chuckled. "There won't be a next time." Then pulled you into another chaste kiss. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, dear."

#agatha harkness x reader #agnes x reader

[lilyclawthorne]

Through The Looking Glass Ruins Thoughts

what's this? I wrote this post after getting sleep instead of doing it at 3am in an attempt to not accidentally write something that is literally just incorrect for once? amazing.

oh so we're starting off with pain for Gus immediately :(

willow is tough as nails tho, that part is true

gus has a bad girl coven t-shirt!! glad to know the order came in lmao

pls I love his prerecorded message that's so cute

willow's arm is broken :(

I love Luz giving Gus even more nicknames. I like to think it's cause she remembers how excited he was about the first one.

Gus? Different types of magic?? ............... multi-tracker Gus???

BRAXUS IS SAFE THANK TITAN. also braxus is with his dad 🥺

we just met them but I think I love them?? also im a sucker for Felicia Day and she sounds adorable here.

so matt was a glandus kid, and also has an older brother who picks on him. wonder where he fits into this glandus dynamic though since he was expelled. he was construction too so he would've been in classes with Bria.

galderstones is very clever, seeing that they sound a lot like gallstones, which are just hardened deposits of bile. rocks made of witch bile probably are very powerful

love that planet of the humans was considered an implausible movie

I always forget amity is so good with kids, it's really sweet to be reminded of it

Ed and Em definitely know Luz has a crush on Amity and I'm here for it

"accidentally texted a poem to their mom" Ed's date is nonbinary pls?

obligatory name meaning bullet point: Phillip means "lover of horses" idk what to do with that but there it is

going off of that, Bria means "noble", Gavin means "white hawk" and Agnarr has some type of meaning to do with "warrior"

someone give Agnarr his butterfly sanctuary RIGHT NOW

love how excited to help out Luz Amity is when she suggested she'd show her around the human realm

"im not surprised he couldn't handle glandus"?? wasn't he expelled??

aw I love that Bria wants to make things better at Glandus

"if I catch you playing with anymore bugs I'll make you eat them" ok never mind somethings off about her

literally she's just breaking shit now, like doesn't even care about historical preservation man wtf

ok now I just hate Bria

"I heard it has the power to control the weather, and summon ghosts" I bet you its all illusions

interesting the diary is from the 1600s. I know some are theorizing about this human being Belos, which would then require an explanation for that length of time. perhaps its the magic from the palismen extending his life? if this were the case though, that means there's a chance that this great great great great grand parent clawthorne may have personally known a younger belos and gives some validity back to the belos is related to the clawthornes theories, just with much more generations between them

hey owl house crew please don't do this to me. literally started crying as soon as I saw Luz's face 😢

aw I love that the keeper was just excited to have a visitor at the graveyard

"we gain no powers from them so we're the least likely to use them" hmmm this is interesting. the stones feel like the kinda thing below probably would want for himself or his coven, so the fact that illusionists decided to protect them and keep them from falling into the wrong hands is interesting. I know I've theorized about bards being more hesitant on belos and his reign and I had a very stretched out theory about illusionists being possible to follow in that way of thinking but now it feels a little less stretched out is all?

"this is exactly how it was at glandus" look I can't help but wonder if he wasn't expelled and actually left of his own choice

pls why did that illusion work on Gavin he's literally so dumb

Bria you little shit you brought this on yourself, it's so fucking creepy but you kinda asked for it. but also I love that she thinks it can't even touch her and it does. I think that really emphasizes how skilled Gus is that she can literally feel his illusions

also the keeper is so right, Gus is so clever!! was kinda shocked to see all her spells that had worked but she just couldn't see them

ok that was very sweet of Matt to offer to help build the defenses and also aww he and Gus are definitely friends now.

Emira brushing Amity's hair and yelling at Ed for picking his skin, she really is the eldest daughter

AHH I LOVE HER HAIR

I swear to god if she gets in trouble for this im gonna fight

I also love that she chose a different color instead of just letting her roots grow out. I think it kinda shows her not wanting to look like either parent. But also purple is all matchy matchy with Luz

of course Luz got Amity her job back 🥺

THE DOOR THE ECHO MOUSE SHOWS IS LITERALLY EDA'S DOOR

this old clawthorne family member who told Gwen about the human literally knew this human personally, she had to! how else would his door end up in their backyard.

AHH IM SCREAMING AND CRYING OVER THE KISS. no really though, younger me is crying happy tears again because I can not believe we can see this stuff on children's programming nowadays, I love it so so much.

#through the looking glass ruins #toh #the owl house #owl house #let it be known I DID still have a completely irrelevant Lilith thought while watching this episode that she's not in #but I held back from it because its literally so dumb be proud of me

[sunsedge]

Dance me to the end of love

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"She a beauty? I would sooner call Weasley a wit," Hermione repeated, her tone so sullen that he struggled to accept she was mimicking his own. "Viktor and I were within earshot and you most certainly knew it."

"Oh, you bet I knew it! That Durmstrang pillock had his hand on your arse!" Draco ground out, digging his fingernails into the flesh of his palm. "The hands are supposed to be strictly restricted to the waist. Probably not civilized enough to take a waltz lesson in his entire life! Too busy acing the part of the hunchback of Notre Dame on his sodding broom, wasn't he? Or maybehe thought it was a convenient time to forget his manners and give his lust a free reign- you certainly looked very receptive of his advances-all flushing breathlessness!"

Right at that moment, a couple of fluffy, snow white owls sailed past the tower, hooting in the dark, as if they too acknowledged the truth behind Draco's rant.

At length, Hermione replied, "Three things. One, how do you know anything about the hunchback of Notre Dame? Two, if I was willing, flushing breathlessly, as you so charmingly framed it, or even if...I wasn't, why would you care?" She paused, staring at him point-blank. "And three, if we danced together, would you have kept your hands just to my waist?"

Draco drew in a long shuddering breath which left him feeling even more agitated than before.

Instinct demanded that he be honest. He replied before he could change his mind, "Because one, you told me you may consider holding hands with me if I educate myself on muggle literature. And now I know a great many things more than that tale because...I started enjoying what you recommended. Let me show you a party trick, Her-mi-o-ne: the tip of the tongue takes a trip of four steps down the palate to circle inside the mouth, a wholesome fantasy. I know a whole bunch of useless stuff like this now, you may as well tap my head like I am a fucking dog." He returned her frank gaze with a piercing one of his own. "Because two, I couldn't sleep properly for three weeks wondering what Pureblood torture techniques I could use on his slimy hands without you ever finding out. And because three, I would have explored much more...if you were willing, I wonder if I could have made you breathless."

Hermione gazed at her feet. "You forgot, I was also not civilized enough to get dancing lessons my entire life."

Sodding hell! Of all the things he had said she had to pick that one! Draco felt as if a particularly spiteful goblin had decided that this would be a convenient moment to start juggling knuts, sickles, and galleons right inside his chest. He pursed his lips, his eyes softening at her flushed cheeks, and then getting transfixed at her downcast eyes. "You are a quick learner. I could teach you."

"What? You mean here?" She bit her bottom lip and he got distracted. Would her lips be as soft and welcoming as they looked?

"Here is perfect, sweetheart," he said, the endearment escaping him like a prisoner from Azkaban, like he had been holding the word hostage for a long time, and...well, he had. He rolled back his shoulders and placed a hand-he hoped she hadn't noticed its trembling- on her waist to draw her closer. It was some consolation that her breathing was also coming out ragged. A willing, breathless Granger in his arms, no spiked love potion in her system- not his finest moment but he did play with the thought one particularly anxious night- and Draco speculated whether this was just a lusty fantasy his addled brain was supplying him with.

They had never stood so close. She was holding herself as if a professor may ask her a question any minute now.

He dipped his head next to her ear and said, "What I meant that day, of course, was that you were the wit, and Weasley the beauty."

A sudden laugh-throaty, unpolished, and unrestrained, broke out from her lips and she stifled it on his arm, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

Her hair smelled like Bulgarian roses.

He had made her laugh. Without thirty dress rehearsals with the punchline no less.

No, his heart was not fluttering like a snitch. Maybe if Hippogriff could flutter, he allowed, it could make for an apt and manly analogy.

His hand tightened on her waist. He got this.

She kissed his neck softly.

They got this.

***

Fin.

Note: She a beauty, I would sooner call her mother a wit* is Jane Austen's wit from P&P. :-)

#dramione ao3 #draco x hermione #oneshot

[moonlight-drawn-by-dawn]

So this was the first story I ever wrote on Ao3 (A Scarlet Heart Ryeo fanfiction) I love this story with all my heart but I never had time to update it 😭😭. Maybe this year I'll get to it, but here's a sneak peek!! Also note : King Jeongjong is called Wang Yo as it was his name before being crowned. Enjoy 🥰

Winter 946

Around this time, King Jeongjong barely started his reign, being that it had only started the season before. Though the first snow of the season hasn't arrived yet, all around could tell it was winter by the cold air, layering up drinking tea more than ever.

Unlike many, Hae Soo liked when winter arrived. Even as Ha Jin, she liked the thought of winter, seeing the snow fall then playing in it with her family. Despite now not being able to enjoy this time of year the same way, the memories were enough to keep her in a pleasant mood.

As preparation for the first snow, all construction was at a halt, allowing So to come for the Winter festival. She also heard that Jung too would come, though he would have to return back to the army seeing he was the head general.

The king may not be too pleased hearing of So's return, but he knew trying to ban him without a proper excuse would make the consul start talking, maybe they'll try to put a stop to him. It wasn't that he was scared of them, he just didn't need anymore stress.

He looked outside from his high place, donned with a dark fur at attempts to keep him warm. A snarl came across his face. He hated the cold. It stopped him from his archery. Well, not exactly, but he knew if he attempted to there was a chance he could get ill, which isn't something he could afford. If he got sick like Mu, someone would try to take the throne from him.

He watched the court ladies doing their various tasks, all except Lady Hae of course. It wasn't that she was lazy, quite far from it. That may be mostly due to him not really giving her a chance though. Jeongjong wouldn't be surprised if He Soo thought if she slacked off he may try to terminate her. In all truth he wouldn't, she was worth too much in terms of keeping his brothers in line.

He learned from his court men whenever she didn't have duties, she would either confine herself in her room doing who knows what or talking to his 13th brother. The thought of doing the latter infuriated him. He knew they were always close, but it seems with the lack of the others her attention almost always went to him.

He noticed the smile she would have when around his brother, not even something she would give So. It was like she fawned over him.

There were also the gifts she would give his 13th brother at almost every meeting, according to one of his spies. He didn't doubt that the time she spent locked up in her room she would create these things.

Jeongjong wasn't her biggest fan, but it was shameful knowing she openly did all this with Baek Ah, while serving him. It seemed like a lack of respect. If others got a hold of what they do, some would suspect they were having their own secret liaison. Though he didn't like to think about it, there was that small fear that it was indeed true, and that one day both of them would try to overthrow him.

He knew in order to keep the chain of power permanent in the palace, he needed to start on his plan. He knew it was drastic, but it needed to be done.

Despite it being early in his reign, Jeongjong needed to think of a crown prince. He didn't need to declare who it is right away, but he'd be damned if he allowed his mother to talk him into making Jung crown prince. He never felt animosity towards his younger brother, but he knew that wouldn't last long of his mother meddled.

Since his 'death', his first wife decided it would only make sense to not only kill herself, but also his son, thinking they would suffer. He thought it was cowardice and showed the lack of faith they had in him. Maybe the others were right in saying his political marriage so young was a mistake.

That being done, Jeongjong knew he needed to marry again. This time, he knew he needed to be careful. He needed a woman who was head strong,who wouldn't allow others to bully or overthrow her. He needed someone calculating and would take things mind over heart.

Of course, his first thought would be Hwangbo Yeon Hwa, but she along with her brother proved to be unworthy. He admired her a little when they were younger, especially with the stunts she pulled against Hae Soo. That was all done though after her brother betrayed him. Despite working close to him now, he knew the true intentions they had for the crown. He refused to take the chance of marrying her then losing the crown to her brother.

Then, he thought, just standing there for some time, ignoring the head eunuch begging him to take a step inside.

What finally distracted him from his thoughts though was seeing a figure in the royal garden. It wasn't any figure, but Hae Soo of course. She must've finished all her duties for the time being. From where he saw, she was picking flowers, most likely thinking they were the last for the season.

How childish he thought. He attempted to look away, but couldn't. It was mesmerizing, seeing her look happy despite all of the happenings to her. How was it that she could keep up such a farce? How was it that the mere sight of flowers could make her so happy?

There was no real reason why, but he needed her to suffer. Jeongjong wanted her to feel pain. Maybe it was because he saw how she managed to enchant every one, even his father at the end. It's no fair she rise up the ranks for simply being nice. Those on top need bite; not that she didn't have any now, but there was just something off about her.

The picture of the royal decree his mother hid for so long came to mind. He never read it, and by the looks of it his mother didn't either. It was sealed from the outside; so if she had opened it, it would be an act of treason.

Maybe that's the key to his reign, what ever was in the parchment.

Walking away towards his room, he tells the head eunuch to call Lady Hae to give him tea, he needed something to warm him.

~~~

Hae Soo was picking the last of the flowers, knowing she wouldn't see them again until spring. She planned to dry them to use for soaps throughout the cold season, knowing how dry the skin could get. Maybe she could make a cream instead, it would be nice seeing that she basically made her own makeup line. Not that she would be able to do anything with it.

She was able to get a basket full of flowers when the head eunuch said the king had summoned her. Though grimacing, she nodded and replied she would be there shortly.

She decided it would be best to head to her room and tidy herself a bit before serving the royal pain. Not looking ahead, she managed to bump into a familiar face, one she didn't care to see, but familiar nonetheless.

"Hae sangung"

"Greetings Your Highness" she looked directly into the eyes of the eighth prince. He didn't change much from when they were younger. You could see the stress in his face.

Ever since the 1st King's death, Hae Soo did all she could to avoid him, realizing quickly after the warning the late king himself gave became evident in someone she wouldn't suspect.

Plus, there was that underlying threat he gave saying she would become his person again one day. That brought up another thing. Why did every one assume she was 'their' person? Couldn't she just be her own person ? She didn't need that protection everyone was so eager to give.

Well maybe now she did from King Jeongjong, but it sure as hell wouldn't be from Wook.

Wook on the other hand mostly remembered the happy memories they shared from the accident Hae Soo had. Though he didn't want to admit it, his subconscious did say that he did her wrong by leading her on while his sick wife was alive. She was young and naive, and despite what those saw with the naked eye, he was a manipulative vindictive man.

Maybe if he had helped her that day instead of So, they would be together.

There was still an inkling of hope though, seeing that his brother was gone, she would need someone to lean onto. Sure there was Baek Ah, but he had no sort of power. With Yo in power, Wook was promoted into the highest consul giving him much more power than he ever had.

He knew if he played his cards right he could win her back.

Wook looked down in her hands, seeing the basket full of flowers his mind went back to when she would make those soaps. "I see you're getting ready for the incoming season." He gave her a closed off smile, hoping for some sort of interaction.

She returned his politeness with a curt smile. "Yes, I suppose so."

"Are you planning to make some for his majesty?" Though there was no bad intentions with his remark, she couldn't help but to have a bad taste in her mouth.

"No, and I'm more than sure you know why. His majesty wouldn't be as recipient to me giving him anything 'homemade', especially after the dilemma of the last king."

Soo just wanted him to admit his wrong doing, that it really wasn't her but him who poisoned Mu, not that Yo would do anything to take the crime away from her name, but at least it would somehow be out there that she didn't do it.

"I'm sure he would appreciate it, you just underestimate how merciful he could be."

"You would know wouldn't you?"

Though there was still a smile on his face, his eyes turned cold, just like that day.

With nothing left for her to say, she started to walk off, but by surprise he grabbed onto her wrist. Such a strong grip there may be a bruise.

She turned back to him, narrowing her eyes slightly wanting to pull her arm away, but she knew better.

"Did you ever really love me at all?" That wasn't what she expected to hear from him at all, she thought love would be the last thing on his mind.

Quietly clearing her throat, she looked him straight in the eye, not afraid of him. "Maybe at one time there was an admiration towards you and your love of learning and inquiry, but you know that all changed since that day."

"Can I ever win you back?"

"I don't think you really ever won me"

Giving a sharp pull, she got off of his grip, rushing to her room, ignoring his stare.

When she finally reached the privacy of her room, she rubbed her wrist harshly, trying to remove the redness and imprint of his hands on her. She knew she was late, no doubt, so she placed everything as quickly as possible, fixing her hit then headed to the kitchen to make the king some tea.

~~~

In the throne room, there was a harsh tapping coming from the slim fingers of the king. If there's one thing to know about him, he hated to wait for anything.

Those who knew him from a child knew his mother would give him his every whim and wish without a moment to waste. As he grew up he thought waiting was for those who were weak, having no power of their own to demand and receive.

That being said, he didn't like to wait, especially for his tea. He could only wonder what was taking her that long.

"Did you not tell Hae sangung to immediately come and prepare my tea?!" As he said each word his voice raised to an almost high pitch.

The head eunuch, now scared, ran in front of the king and bowed, "Have mercy, Pyeha! I told her and she was immediately going about your orders. I'm sure there's a good reason." Now he was known for not taking in account for other people's errors, but working with Hae sangung for years he knew she wasn't one to be idle, especially since Wang Yo came into power.

As if she heard his screams, which would not be surprising, Hae Soo quickly but steadily brought the tea the king was adamant for.

"EVERYONE OUT"

Within seconds, everyone left save the king and Hae Soo.

Out of protocol, she immediately bowed before him as she rested the server of tea.

"Forgive me, Pyeha, I have committed a grave sin."

He watched her with dark eyes, contemplating whether she was truly sorry or mocking him, the latter which would drive him mad.

"Tell me, Lady Hae, why were you so late in serving me my tea?"

Soo squirmed under his gaze, not sure of how to tell him about her encounter with Wook.

Without his permission, she got up, but remained in a respectable bow. "I was stopped by the eighth prince who had a question your majesty." His eyebrows furrowed together. He knew she wouldn't lie, but why would the eighth prince stop her?

"What did he stop you about?"

"Nothing too important for his majesty to worry about. It was trivial and I had notified him I needed to report to you."

Something about her statement made him feel proud inside. Maybe because he remembered at one time she would do anything to be around Wook, but now she knew better and would do anything to be around him; although it was only by his command.

Yo decided to dismiss the topic, ordering her to serve him tea. He would usually watch her make it, only because her intricate movements would calm him. Jeongjong didn't acknowledge it, but there were many things that she did which soothed him.

Soo wouldn't pay much mind to the King's stare as she made tea, knowing that it was the only time she wasn't under his scrutiny. What she didn't realize was that the red mark Wook left on her wrist was very much visible to the eye.

A hand jumped up and held her wrist, a much lighter grip than the previous one.

"What happened here?" Soo's eyes managed to get bigger at his interrogation, "N-nothing your majesty"

Now he was holding her wrist in a vice grip. "Don't lie to me. Did Wook do this?"

Though she didn't say anything, he knew the answer.

Fury was the only thing Yo felt at the thought of Wook touching what was his.

Not his in a romantic sense but rather the thing he could control and bend to his every whim. She was his toy whom he could use and bruise in any way he please, how dare another try to do the same?

"Don't ever let another man touch you, you hear? If any man is to touch you it is under my command or else there will be consequences." His grip gets harsh, as if he's trying to mask the previous mark Wook left. Soo stayed quiet, unsure of what exactly was happening.

She tried to stop her heart from beating fast, scared for what may happen to Wook now; yes the man did her wrong but to be punished for something dumb like this, she would pass.

Throwing her wrist down, he put his hands on his knees, as if he was trying to forget what had just happened. His mind started to wander into the possibility of Wook trying to win back Soo, maybe even attempt to use her to poison him like he did Mu. He knew better than to push Wook in a lower rank, understanding his importance, but he needed to somehow establish the idea that Soo will only do what he says alone.

After serving him his tea, Soo stayed in place, now having a wary look on her face. Somehow she managed to warrant his attention for the past few weeks much more than before. She would try to minimize the interactions as much as possible, but he kept on prying, as if getting to know her was part of his priority.

After having two more servings of tea, he dismissed her, getting ready to call someone else in to discuss matters of a district. Hae sangung walked out, the only thing on her mind was the mark the king left on her wrist.

#original fiction #original story #original writing #scarlet heart ryeo #wang yo #fanfiction #hae soo #sneak peek

[blackthorn02]

Human feelings🥀 (Ferid Bathory x reader)

—>Imagine happened after the battle in nagoya-fluff rated

* (Y/n)... your name

* (L/n)...last name

* (H/c)... hair colour

The sun was shining trough the window in her face and luminated (y/n)’s (h/c) hair that fell slightly in her face. She felt as if she had risen from death and every bone in her body left a terrible pain when she started to move. “Well,well. You’re finally awake. I thought you would never wake up again (y/n)”- Crowley looked up from the report he was reading and smiled at her as if he was a madman. To be honest (y/n) didn’t even noticed that he was sitting there-vampires sometimes can be really disturbing, when they sneak around in total silence. (Y/n) looked up at the red haired vampire and gave him a questioned look. What happend and where even was she? Crowley grinned and read her questioned face:”hmmm let me think what happend-ahhh now i remember: you were fighting with this annoying livestock from the Hiragi clan, i think kureto was his name, when you suddenly fainted. We subdued the humans and Ferid decided to make a deal with them. You really should have seen his face when he saw that you were badly injured-hehe. But to be honest I was actually also a bit concerned about my little kitten.” (Y/n) looked at him dumbfounded. She sat in a big fluffy bed with red silk duvets that kept a well known smell that always included security.Suddenly it dawned on her. No it couldn’t be! “why the fuck am i lying in Ferids bed?!”, (y/n) shouted in shock. Crowley just grinned : “ Hahaha- you only noticed that now?! Our new beloved king thought that would be a good idea since you would be safe here and no one would come to disturb your healing process. Ohh by the way- you should be really a little bit careful (y/n) and eat something. Mi little kitten was faint for a long time!”- and with that he stood up, waved with his gloved hand and left her alone in Ferids noble room. (Y/n) looked around an found a white vampire uniform that laid on a chair next to the bed. It was clearly a uniform for her and she went to take it on. Why happend she to be always in such awkward situations? when she was fiddling with the ribbon of her coat, it knocked on the door. “Come in!”. A purple haired vampire stuck his head trough the door and smiled happily. “ i am really glad you are well (y/n). I really thought you are going to die on me.” (Y/n) grinned and hugged him tightly- “lacus, i don’t think i was that bad injured like you all claim i was.” She clung away from him and began again fiddling with the red ribbon of her uniform-failing. Lacus came standing behind her, took the ribbon from her hands to beginn binding it behind her neck, while she lifted her hair up. “ soo that would be finished- now you should really hurry and go to Ferid since he doesn’t really like to have him wait!” (Y/n) nod and Lacus escorted her to the throneroom where he knocked on the high wooden carved door, before he opended it and signaled (y/n) to go in. (Y/n) stood in a massive hall that shined in red,and golden colours. Before her sat Ferid in his new throne looking down on her with a penetrating look. “ ahh (y/n)- as i see your wounds all healed. That is good because i really like you to meet someone. You can thank me later for saving your life and for my endlessly goodness!” God, he was such a brat sometimes. (Y/n)gave him a questioning look: “as i can see you really settled into the role of the king very well. Now you’re more charming than ever! I am really greatful for your kindness, king ferid the great!”-(y/n) bowed mockingly and Ferid just rolled his eyes, “ save your jokes for later (y/n)”. Another knock on the door brought them back to reality. Rene came in with a small vampire in tow, that looked a little bit like crowley. “King Lest Karr, my majesty!”-Rene bowed and left. Ferid clapped his hands:“(y/n), let me introduce you King Lest Karr-the vampire king of the european vampires. His job is to evaluate and watch me, since i could plan bad things to subordinate the other vampire reigns. Not true, Lest karr?”

Lest Karr looked at ferid disgusted and nodded: “ i will see your every mistake and punish you mercyless if you even think about betrayal!”. Lest Karr turned to her and looked at her appraisingly: “ so, you are (y/n) (l/n). The last survivor of the (l/n) family who holds mighty power?! If they take advantage from you, i will slaughter every one of them. Your value is inconceivably high for us vampires!”-and with that he turned away and left both of you speechless in thethroneroom. Ferid started laughing out loud-“what a nice child he is! in the afternoon there is a meeting with the top people of the humans and I want you to show up there too. we will work out a plan to get the seraph of the end back!” (Y/n) sighed and nodded at his terrible plan, when Ferid suddenly approached her and slung his arms longingly around her. (Y/n) could feel his warm breath on her neck and a shiver ran down her spine. “If you are going to bite me i am totally willing to rip your arm out!” Ferid laughed fearfull at that thought and wispered in her ear: “ I am really glad you are okay. When you suddenly fainted on the battlefield i feared the worst.” He let go of her and walked out of the throne room, leaving her alone as if nothing ever happend.

The afternoon came fast and (y/n) was on her way to the meeting. She steppend in the controll room where Crowley and Ferid already waited for her. The humans had brought Shynia Hiragi, Guren Ichinose,who was possessed from his sword demon and Kureto Hiragi. Kureto looked at her pejorative and hissed: “well well, there she is. The traitor that now warms all of the vampire beds!” (Y/n) looked at him angrily and punched her fist into the table: “at least i didn't kill and slaughter my own race to seize world domination!”. Suddenly Ferid jumped up from his chair, grabbed Kureto by the neck, pierced his pointed claws in his neck so that it started to bleed and rammed him into the wall aggressively. but as soon as he grabbed kureto he released him, straightened his uniform and declared the meeting over: “ you can all go now- except crowley, i need to talk with him!” (Y/n) looked at him shocked but Ferid averted his gon from her and ignored he

At first she thought nothing of it, but his ignorance and distance continued for the rest of the day. (Y/n) felt terrible and left alone. it hurted a lot to be ignored by a close friend and treated like air. so she decided, in her unwillingness, to sleep in her own room today and get out of his way to give ferid the freedom he wanted so obviously. When she opened the door to her room, she was greeted by a bare cold room without much decoration and nonsense. a room in which she didn't really feel comfortable and was lonely. (Y/n) took off her uniform and a nightgown on. then, exhausted, she slipped into her cold bed and tried to fall asleep, which was obviously difficult for her without the security of ferids presence and fragrance. she fell into a restless dreamless sleep, but a little later she frantically woke up because she felt watched and uncomfortable. Ferid stood in her room, back faced to her, and looked outside the window, trough which light moonlight into the room fell. He noticed her waken form but didn’t turn around to face her: “(y/n), you know i would never hurt or use you I could never do something like that, you have become far too important to me. when i saw you die at the battlefield i thought my heart would be torn to pieces. I never thought that I would still perceive something like human feelings. I really didn't want to hurt your feelings. but when that scum of human said such nasty words about you, I just couldn't control myself anymore. I wanted to wipe out this miserable human being and I only really realized that I would do anything to weigh you in safety. nevertheless you took his words to heart and doubted my person.” his eyes were sad and his voice sounded like it was breaking away. (Y/n) had never seen him so hurt before. she always thought that vampires would not feel anything, just caring for themselves and their race and loathing people. she would never have imagined in her life that Ferid could feel that way for her. she suddenly felt very sad and all she wanted to do now was get up and hug Ferid. (Y/n) went to him, wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his back. ferid stiffened at first but then fell into her touch. He loved her touch and warmth. he always felt cold but her heat warmed his heart. (Y/n) hummed and sighed: “ dont be afraid! the only bed i am going to warm is yours, Ferid! you are the only vampire where i feel really safe and where i can let myself go. I didn't believe Kureto's words - and you know that too. Nothing gets me so easily upset. but since you ignored me and treated me like air, I thought you would need space and I wanted to give it to you.” Ferid turned to look at her deeply. he put his hand on her cheek and she leaned in to his touch. he ran his thumb over her lips and she saw a tear trickle down his face. she wiped away the single tear and put her arms around his neck. ferid smiled and before she knew it he kissed her softly on the lips. it was a sweet gentle kiss that soon became a demanding one that burned like passion on her lips. Ferid backed away and grinned: “ i love you too, (y/n)!” ferid picked her up and carried her bridal style to his room where he gently placed her in his bed. he took off his uniform and layed next to (y/n) under the blanket where he gently wrapped his arms around her and both fell into a sweet dream.

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-blackthorn

#ferid bathory imagines #anime / manga #anime x reader #anime oneshot #seraph of the end #owari no seraph #ferid bathory #anime imagines #fluff

[nicolewoo]

All Along

Pairing: Joe Anoa’i X Reader, Roman Reigns X Reader

Warning: Talk of sex and an erection. Lots of cussing

I had been moved up to Smackdown a couple months ago. Becky was super excited to see me. We'd wrestled in Canada together years ago and had become great friends. Becky made it so easy to get to know everyone. She spent most of her time with Seth (I still wasn't used to calling him Colby), which meant that Joe (Roman) and I spent a lot of time together. We bonded almost immediately and were practically inseparable. When we weren't busy, you could always find us together. We were becoming the best of friends. We ate together, we hung out together, we were always hugging, touching and tickling each other. Most of the talent at WWE was physically affectionate, especially Joe who flirted with everyone, so I never thought anything of it.

When Smackdown ended up in Tampa for the Thanksgiving break, the four of us decided to host Thanksgiving at Joe's house for anyone who wasn't going home. That was about 25 people. Joe invited Colby, Becky and I to stay at his house. I offered to cook the meal, but since I was the only one who knew how to make Thanksgiving dinner, I was going to end up doing all the work. Joe decided that I deserve to relax and ordered dinner from a restaurant.

Everyone had a great time, laughing and joking. It warmed my heart to be able to host people who had nowhere to go for the holiday. Joe commented on it too. “We did good.” He said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and I nodded in agreement. Even though we ate at 4, guests stayed long into the night. Once the guests left, we began cleaning up the kitchen. I was putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, while the four of us talked.

Joe was on other side of kitchen, leaning over an butcher-block island nursing a scotch he'd poured a while ago. Colby and Becky sat on kitchen stools picking at he turkey leftovers before we put them away. Joe was telling the most embarrassing Colby stories he could think of, so Becky and I could hear.

“So we're sneaking into the arena late, because this dingbat had to order his double fluffy chai, soy, whatever coffee. We were trying not to get caught. All of a sudden, we turn the corner and Colby sees Vince. He freaks out and spills his fancy coffee drink all down my back.”

“Wait Wait Wait!” Colby stopped him. You can't blame that on me.” He turned to Becky and said, “There was a cat that darted out in front of me.”

“Yeah right! Nobody else saw a cat.” Roman said as he sipped his drink. “You were just scared of Vince.”

Colby protested, “I was not!”

“Either way,” Joe continued, “So now, I'm supposed to go in the ring to do this promo, but it flat out looks like I shit myself.”

At that, Becky broke into laughter and backhanded Colby in the stomach. “No!”

Colby joined in, “Dean just about fell over laughing. He's pointing at Joe's pants and saying it 'looks like you pooped yourself' over and over again.”

Joe chuckled, “Hey, that ended up working out in our favor. Vince got so concerned about finding me clean clothes, he never realized we were late.”

“You're kidding.” I chimed in.

“Nope.” Said Colby. “We got off lucky.” He emptied his glass of wine. “I'm going to go get another glass. Does anyone want anything?”

“I'll go with you,” Becky said.

That left just Joe and I in the kitchen. He looked at me for a minute still smiling from the story he'd just told. Then there was a dead moment in the conversation.

“I don't know how to start this dishwasher.” I said.

“I'll get it.” He came over and hit a few buttons and the woosh of the machine began. Joe turned around and leaned against the counter next to me. He put his arm around my waist and I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

“This was a fantastic idea. I think everyone had a great time.” He said softly to me.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Thanks for helping me host it. I couldn't have done it without you.” As a thank you, he pressed a kiss onto the top of my head.

I picked my head back up and looked at him. “Oh, you could have done it yourself.” I assured him.

He smiled big, turned to me and placed his hand on my cheek. “It wouldn't have been the same without you.” He paused for a second and his voice quieted down to almost a whisper. “I'm really happy you came to Smackdown. I appreciate your friendship so much.” His smile faded, and was replaced with an expression I'd never seen from him. Tentatively, he grazed his thumb over my cheek and brushed my lips with it, his eyes watching it trail over my lip.

In that instance, I panicked. Was this what I thought it was? Dare I hope? Joe's friendship meant so much to me, but I couldn't deny the ever growing attraction I had for him. I was trying desperately to figure out what to do when his thumb stopped on my bottom lip and pressed downward so my lips parted. He ran his thumb over my lip again the pad of it now covering the whole lip and leaving a trail of heat behind it.

“Joe,” I started to say, but before I could talk, he leaned in and pressed the most gentle, loving kiss on my lips. It took my breath away. He pulled back and looked at me. When he took a deep breath, I knew the kiss had affected him as much as it did me. I leaned in and kissed him, longer this time. His arms circled around my waist as I ran my hands over his back.

We both pulled away for a second, searching each other's eyes, trying to gauge how the other felt. When Joe leaned in again, it wasn't a soft gentle kiss. It was hot, passionate and full of need. My body blazed at the feel of him against me. I parted my mouth, and he slid his tongue in. He tasted so good.  He moaned as he deepened the kiss more, his right hand going into my hair, his body began pressing me up against the counter. I was overcome by desire, and I pressed harder against him trying to get closer.

We heard Becky's laugh and pulled apart from each other. Joe had a second to look into my eyes before Colby and Becky came in. When they did, he was beside me against the counter as if nothing had happened.

Everything in me was on fire, and I was sure they would notice the tension between Joe and me, but Becks was in the middle of a story when they came in. I looked over at Joe who was still a little breathless. I noticed his hand gently brush his pants to adjust to his semi-hard penis. I smirked at him and he smiled back.

“Guys, I'm beat.” Becky began. “Do you need any more help?” she asked.

Both of us tried to answer at the same time. “No.” he said at the same time I said “We've got this.”

“You two are hanging out together too much. You're starting to think alike,” Colby joked.

“I'm tired too.” Joe added. “I think I'll be right behind you.” He said as they bid us goodnight.

We listened as they walked away. I waited until I was sure they couldn't hear us. “Joe. What....” I started, but he turned to me and held me pressing his forehead to mine. His jaw tensed as he tried to fight his desire.

“I'm sorry. I....” He trailed off.

I placed my hand to his cheek as I pulled back a tiny bit to look into his eyes. I smiled at him warmly. “It's ok.”

“I can't hide my feelings any longer.” He kissed me again. “I'm crazy about you. I have been since the minute I saw you.” He whispered, his lips still on mine.

"Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” He said lovingly. “What if you hadn't felt the same way?”

“But I do,” I looked up at him. “I have all along.”

That brought the biggest smile to his face, and that made me smile big too. He kissed me again, then wrapped me in a giant bear hug. Joe's hugs always made me feel so safe and so warm. “I'm so happy, baby girl.”

The pet name made me smile bigger. “Sooooooo what now?” I asked.

He was grinning ear to ear. “I don't know, but I really am tired. Maybe we should sleep on it.”

“I'm tired too.” I answered.

“Then why don't we go to bed.... separately, and figure out what the next step is tomorrow after Colby and Becky leave?” He smoothed a hand over my back.

I nodded. “That sounds great.”

Joe kissed me one more time as we paused in front of my bedroom door. “Night baby girl.”

“Goodnight.”

I went to bed with the hugest smile on my face. I couldn't believe all this time Joe liked me. I mean yeah, he flirted with me, but he flirted with everyone. My mind thought back to every hug, every time he held my hand, every time we'd snuggled together watching a movie...... all of the time we'd spent together trying not to let the other know how we felt. Wasted time. And now... now that I know... now that he knows.... He's just a few feet away from me. If I go to his room now, what would happen? What did I want to happen? What would he want to happen?  My brain wouldn't stop churning, no matter how tired my body was.

I slipped out of bed and paced my room for a minute; considering my options. If I did sneak into his room, I'd probably find him asleep. I could just curl up into his arms. Colby and Becky wouldn't have to know I was in there. I could slip back into my room before they saw me.

My body yearned for him, and my heart yearned too. I wanted to feel him beside me. Would I be able to just snuggle with him now that I know how he feels? What would he think if he woke up? Question after question rolled through my head, and I didn't have answers. I knew only one thing. I wanted to be close to him. I needed to be close to him. I slipped out of my bedroom and went to his. I expected to find him sound asleep snoring, but instead, the second I opened the door, he shot up in bed. He'd been awake too.

“Come here.” He said and pulled the covers back. I snuggled into his arms.

“I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be near you so bad.”

He smoothed his hand down my back. “Me too. I wasn't sure if I should go to you or not. I'm glad you came here.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Let's go to sleep.” I could feel his body relax in a matter of seconds and soon after, I heard a slight snore. I snuggled closer and fell asleep on his shoulder.

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A knock on the door woke us. I opened my eyes adjusting to being in Joe's bed. He smiled at me. “Lay flat.” He whispered with a giggle on his lips. He threw the covers over me and bunched them up a bit to hide me. Then he stuck a pillow over my head, causing us both to giggle more.

“Yeah,” Joe called out to the person at the door.

“Hey,” It was Colby. “Have you see Y/N? She's not in her room.” he asked peaking his head in the door. “Becks and I wanted to let her use the bathroom before we showered.”

“Nah, man. Maybe she went for a walk or something.” Joe said smoothing his hand over his face. I did my best to lay perfectly still.

Colby obviously didn't think there was any chance I was with Joe, and he didn't look for me me in the darkened room, so he didn't notice the lump in Joe's bed.

“She can use my bathroom if she needs it.” Joe replied. “Go ahead and shower.”

“Thanks man.” Colby quickly exited.

Once he was gone, I flung the pillow off my face and into Joe's. “What do you think you're doing, baby girl?” He quirked an eyebrow as he laid next to me. We both broke out in laughter; trying to stay quiet. He leaned in for a sweet kiss, a chuckle still on his mouth. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

I stretched my legs out, “Once I came in here, I slept well. How about you?”

“Exactly the same here.” He smiled and kissed me again. “We should try to sneak you back to your room before Colby and Becks get done with their showers.”

I snuggled closer to Joe's chest. “I don't want to leave this bed. EVER.”

I expected another chuckle, but instead he hooked a finger under my chin and raised my face to look at him. “I don't either. Trust me! but we should.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

He was right. I knew that, but I wasn't going to leave his bed without one last kiss. I looked into his big brown eyes and ran my fingers through his hair as I moved toward him for a kiss. He leaned in and placed a sweet, tender kiss on my lips that quickly turned into something much deeper, much warmer, much more passionate. I ignored the feeling of his growing appendage as it brushed my thigh.

“I gotta stop.” He pulled away breathing heavily. He paused to catch his breath. “Can we have lunch here today? Take some time to talk?” He asked. I agreed, and he got up. Throwing a shirt on, he asked, “What are you going to tell them?” He nodded toward Colby and Becky's room.

I had already thought it out. “If I can get back to my room, I'll get dressed quickly and say I just got back from running errands.”

“So we're going to start lying to our friends?” He quirked an eyebrow and I felt a pang of guilt. My friends knew I hated lying. I detested it.

“Joe,” I got up and wrapped my arms around him. “Just for a few hours until we can talk. After we talk, I've got no trouble telling Colby and Becks about this.”

“Good point.” He placed his forehead to mine. “Meet you here at noon?” I agreed.

He brushed some hair behind my shoulder. “Go get ready, baby girl, before they are out of the shower.” He peeked out the door and confirmed the hallway was empty. I quickly slipped out of his room into mine.

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After working out, coming back to his house and showering, Joe and I finally settled down to eat and talk. There were a few awkward moments as we tried to figure out what to say.

“I... uh... like I said last night, I'm crazy about you. I want to be together with you.” He looked unsure of how to continue.

“What do you mean “together with” me?” It was a fair question. “Are we talking about sex, a relationship or what?”

“No. Not sex.. well, yeah, I want to have sex with you....” He looked down at the floor but peeked up at me. “I mean in time...uh....” He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck “when we're ready, but I want to date you.” He finally said.

That brought a smile to my lips and he perked up a bit, looking less scared. “I want that too.” I agreed.

He reached his hand across the table and held mine. “Do..... do we tell other people?” he asked.

I thought for a second before deciding, “We don't lie.” He smiled again. “Let's just go on like we are, and if someone asks, we tell the truth.”

“Baby, I get asked if we're dating ALLLLL the time.” He smirked at me. “It doesn’t help that I can’t keep my hands off you.”

I thought I saw a hint of a blush cross his face. “Do you want to handle this another way?”

“No. I'm just sayin'. If we do it your way, the whole roster will know by the second match.” He chuckled. “I seriously get asked all the time.”

“Babe, would you say we're best friends?” I asked.

“You know it, sweetheart.” He looked questioningly at me. “Why?”

“Well, if someone asks, and you don't want to talk about our relationship, you can truthfully tell them that we are best friends.” I smiled warmly at him as I ran my thumb over his knuckles.

“Good idea.” He said smiling warmly at me. “We're going to have to tell Colby and Becks though. You know that? After the show tonight?” He asked and I agreed. He got up from his seat and came to my side. “Are you done eating?” He reached for my mostly empty plate.

“Yeah. I'm full.” I answered.

He took both of our plates to the kitchen counter and came back to grab my hand. “Feel like watching a movie?”

“That sounds great.” I answered, standing up and letting him lead me to the couch. We snuggled close as we always did, but this time it felt so much more meaningful. It wasn't unusual for us to kiss each other's hands, cheeks, temples, but this time, I got to kiss his lips... the lips I'd thought of kissing so many times before. Each kiss though started a fire in me that was hard to suppress. In time... when we're ready he'd said earlier, and he was right. We had to wait until we were both ready.... no matter how much my body ached for him.

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Becky stood with her arms crossed in front of her. She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared first at Joe and then at me. “What happened after we went to bed last night?”

“Nothing.” I answered with a straight face. “Why?”

“Well, for starters, you weren't in your room this morning. Now you told me you were running errands,” she began pacing a bit, tapping her finger on her bottom lip like she was a detective at Scotland Yard about to reveal the murderer in an old movie. “but I know that you would rather have a tooth pulled than to go shopping on Black Friday. Then we get here and you two are acting all weird.” She looked to Colby who shook his head in agreement.

“Weird? How are we acting weird?” Joe asked trying to hide a smirk.

“Normally you two can't keep your hands off each other. You're always hugging or snuggling....”

Colby chimed in. “But today... I don't think I've seen you two touch at all.” He looked back at Becky prodding her to agree.

She confirmed that we hadn’t touched. “Did you two have a fight or something?” Becky asked.

“No. We're good.” I couldn't hold my smile back as much as I wanted.

“OH HOHOHOHO!” Becky proclaimed when she saw my smile. She turned to Colby. “I know what's going on here. They finally fucked.”

Colby's eyes got wide in realization as mine got wide in embarrassment. “FINALLY!” He said.

“No!” Roman nearly yelled. “It's not like that.” He said standing to come to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me sweetly. “No. I just couldn't hide my feelings for her any longer.” He looked deep in my eyes. After a second, Colby's proclamation registered in his head, and he turned to his friend. “What do you mean by 'Finally'?”

“The whole company's been waiting for you two to get your heads out of your asses and admit you like each other.” Colby said nonchalantly as he started digging through his bag for something. “Wait!” He turned his gaze to me. “Were you in Ro's room this morning?” I didn't have to answer, because of the shit eating grin on both Joe and my faces. “Where were you?” He asked me.

“Next to me in bed. I covered her up with pillows.” Joe admitted.

“So, you lied to us?” Colby looked upset and Becky looked flat out mad.

“We weren't ready to tell you guys, because we hadn't had time to talk about it.” Roman tried to calm them.

“You didn't have time?” Becks asked. “How about the hours you guys spent in bed together?”

“Becks... listen... nothing happened. We both fell asleep about 5 minutes after I climbed into his bed. We decided at lunch today that we wanted to be together and that we weren't going to hide anything.”

“And we decided to tell you guys tonight after the show.” Joe added. I nodded in agreement.

“Ok. Ok. Let's back this story up. What exactly happened last night?” Colby said, and Joe told him the story.

“Man, when you went to get more wine at the end of the night, I was thanking Y/N for her help, and telling her how much I appreciate her friendship.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck. “And I just couldn't stop myself. I kissed her.” 

“Then you guys came back and said you were going to bed.” I continued the story. “We decided to go back to our own beds, but I couldn't sleep knowing Joe was so close, so I threw caution to the wind and went to snuggle with him, and we fell asleep.”

“So this morning when I came knocking?” Colby asked.

“Dude, we didn't even know what we were doing. We had kissed a few times and snuggled. That's it.”

Becky's stern face stared at me for a minute before she walked up to me. I half wondered if she was going to hit me, but instead, she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me into a giant hug. “I'm so happy for you.” She reached her hand out to grab Joe's hand. Colby came over to congratulate Joe, and we all ended up hugging.

Check out part 2 here!

#Roman Reigns Joe Anaoi

[jfbuckley]

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/59411776

United 3-2 Arsenal

This was one of the “free” matches for subscribers to Amazon Prime. I had therefore planned a viewing at home, to be attended by the blog’s football correspondent, but unfortunately “tech” almost always looks better on paper than it is in real life. Not for the first time I encountered tech difficulties, and as I couldn’t guarantee viewing on my “big” screen, my football correspondent was despatched to watch at the snooker club, whilst I had to be satisfied with watching on my “small” screen, ie my phone.

My correspondent has submitted his report, which I post below in all its glory. However, before that, here are three points that I’d like to make:

1. A large “Ole” banner floating over the crowd prior to kick off. Some might criticise this as undue sentimentality, but I thought it was spot on, and a nice touch. Ole is a club legend for his playing days and did well in his initial managerial reign to cheer things up after Mourinho. Subsequent events showed that his coaching skills were not upto Premier League standards, but he obviously loves the club, he did his best, and the proper fans will always love him.

2. “The incident”. I agree with my correspondent, the decision was rock solid correct. It would be easy to blame Fred, but I’m surprised this doesn’t happen more often. Questions, if any, should be asked of De Gea. He is a big, strong, burly man, an athlete, but he went down like a sack of potatoes because someone stood on his foot. I don’t doubt that it hurt - ouch!!! - but surely he should have made every effort to stay on his feet until danger had passed?

3. Fred - subject of much ridicule and even some abuse from United fans. Yes, he has deserved some of it, but he has also done a lot of good things and rarely got credit. He runs all over the field, full of energy - sometimes he messes up, other times not. Today he played a beautiful deft touch to assist one of the goals, great football. The fact should be remembered that he is picked regularly to start for Brazil, and they are no mugs. As for the penalty. VAR showed it was a genuine penalty, but it could be easily said that Fred left a trailing leg and that he went down very easily - both probably reasons why Ref Atkinson originally disallowed it.

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night games against major opposition at old trafford tend to create a vibrant atmosphere - with a couple of decent results (if not great performances) since ole's departure the fans were up for the encounter with the old enemy arsenal - in the audience was the new manager in waiting ralf rangnick

united's recent home league results have been 0 - 1, 1 - 1, 0 - 5 and 0 - 2 so maybe it was understandable that the team was initially tentative - arsenal sensed an opportunity and forced early corners - from one the ball was cleared out to arsenal who in the person of smith - rowe shot into an empty net - where was de gea - the answer was lying prone in the 6 yard box - apparently he'd been trod on by fred - it looked a bit unfair but VAR decided it was a goal and personally i couldn't disagree

united were rocked and did not respond well - passes went astray, balls were miscontrolled and there was little attacking threat - no one contributed more to the catalogue of errors than fred but in fairness the lad doesn't hide and just before half time he picked up a pass in the arsenal penalty area - he cleverly switched the ball to the unmarked fernandes and united were level - fred could claim 2 assists so far

buoyed by the equaliser united made a positive start to the 2nd half and after 52 minutes rashford got away down the right and his cross was turned in by ronaldo for the 800th goal of his career - arsenal responded and scored an almost identikit goal 2 minutes later for 2 - 2 - de gea did well to save a gabriel effort from a corner

the play went to and fro - a great watch for the neutral - with 20 mins to go sancho found fred (that man again) and he tumbled under a sliding challenge from odegaard - ref atkinson said no but VAR intervened - ronaldo shot down the middle as ramsdale dived out of the way - 801 and counting

arsenal pressed for a point - saka had the best chance but his shot was heroically blocked by .... yes you got it - good old fred

in the end united held on for the win - carrick could step aside having led united to 3 unbeaten matches - it was a surprise that he announced after the match that he had decided to follow ole out of the door but i suspect that he sensed rangnick might want his own staff and so he was doing the decent thing and leaving on a high note - carrick has always seemed a decent bloke and united fans will wish him well

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