#it's not true form exactly but you can see grace and eyes

[wosoamazing]

Too Late To Be Fair

Warnings: death (caused by drunk driver), mentions of emotional abuse (R as a child), mentions of drinking and drunks, implications of self doubt and associated things, wishing someone would die. Please let me know if anything else.

Note: Grace is a fake player, due to previous ideas and maybe future ideas I had to make a player up... she does some things none of the girls would ever do....

A/N: Story inspired by Pray (Jessie Murph) & Mansion (NF) - and other things but I listened to these songs and I was like ooo good story idea. There probs will be a part 2. I hope you like it - also I know I said one of the McFoord fics would be out next but um yeah...

“Y/N We’re sorry to inform you but your Dad was in a car accident he was hit by a drunk driver” you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony, you dad the drunk being hit by a drunk driver. Everyone looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N that’s not very appropriate,” Grace said, before others death stared her, clearly not knowing your situation, of course you were going to blow, especially at her, the thing you had wished for, for so long, finally happened, yet just after you cut him off, so it didn’t matter, it didn’t mean you could have an easier childhood, it was just another way of the universe punishing you. Waiting until you had moved out, cut your ties and in the spotlight, to finally kill him. Almost exactly a year since you cut him off, won the trial, got the restraining order, the one which he protested, causing the gruelling 3 day trial, to decide whether it was needed or not.

“Oh, sorry we don’t all have perfect little lives with perfect Mummies and Daddies, some of us actually had a shit childhood, faced real world problems, no rich bitch problems, oh Mummy and Daddy told me to pick up some rubbish, oh my life is shit they abuse me” you were dragged out of the locker room and into an empty physio room by Leah, Beth, Katie, Caitlin, and Steph who all sent you a glare when the door had shut, “Oh like she didn’t deserve it,” they all couldn’t but help let out a smile. There was an awkwardness in the room, as the girls all looked between each other not knowing how to approach this.

“You guys can all go, I’ve got this, thank you though,” Leah spoke, breaking the silence, everyone left except Beth, but Leah didn’t mind. You and Beth had a very close relationship, you had been close friends since your grassroots team, Beth helped you through the year of your life you realised you were gay, and then when you crushed on your now girlfriend, your then national Captain. Beth felt bad the year you told her about your Dad, she knew something was off but you never told anyone, barely anyone stills knows the full story, but that day Beth and you promised that you would be there for each other forever, and that was true, she had been there during your trial and so much more, and you were there for her when Dan broke up with her, Beth was really your rock and you were hers. Beth moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the room, giving you both space, whilst also being there in case you needed it. 

“Are you okay?” Leah couldn't find the right words, but she knew deep down the wrong words were what you needed her to say, you weren’t going to break, and release it all otherwise.

“Of course I’m not fucking okay Leah,” you looked up at her, she hadn’t even flinch at your words, instead she pulled you in for a hug. Which caused hot angry tears to fall from your eyes “Why now, why couldn’t it have been a year ago, 3 years, hell any time after I was 12. It’s unfair, its fucking unfair,” you paused, and Leah slowly slid her back down against the wall, bringing you down with her, your legs either side of hers as you sat in her lap. Your eyes connected with her soft kind caring blue eyes, and you could see how her lips formed a soft kind reassuring smile. You broke, big fat tears streamed down your face, as you sobbed, Leah gently pulled your body forward, so you were no longer sitting up, but leaning on her, she placed your head into the crock of her neck, before moving her arm to wrap around you lower body, her other hand was placed on your back, her thumb moving up and down, as she whispered reassuring words in your ear. 

“W-why now, when I’ve already lived the hard life, when I’ve been through all that shit. When I’m already screwed up, when I already have trust issues, when I already doubt myself everyday, so much so that I do it unconsciously” you sobbed into her neck.

“I know baby, it's not fair, and it's not right. But I’m here now, and I’ve got you.”

“I-I I used to wish he would die, I used to imagine cops showing up at the door when it was later than he used to come home, them telling me and me not being upset. I used to hope he just wouldn't come back from work trips. I used to imagine people asking me why I wasn’t upset when he died. I used to think of the fact that he was an alcoholic so he wouldn't get a kidney or liver transplant, unless it was a directed donation. I had to say yes, how could I say no if I was a match, but how could I say yes. You know how fucked up you feel when you think that stuff, you know how messed up I thought I was, but that was all his doing. It's just unfair.”

___

You had calmed back down and decided to go see all the girls again, the only problem was that no one had realised what song was playing in the locker room, too deep in conversation to be aware of it.

Waking up but wishing that you don’t. It’s something that I pray you’ll never know.

A song that connected with you so deeply sent you back over the edge, and you quickly spun on your feet and speed walked away, Beth followed behind you.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking McCabe” you girlfriend yelled.

“Wha?” the room had gone quiet and attention was drawn to the music, “Oh fuck, shit, sorry, we werent listening to it, its just automatically come on. I promise, I wasn't trying to be funny, I wouldn't do anything like that to Y/N”

Leah just turned around packing your bag and hers, “Tell Jonas we’re going home.”

“Sorry” Katie yelled as Leah went down the hall.

Leah found you sitting in the middle of one of the side hallways. Beth’s arms were wrapped around you and your body was shaking.

“Come on baby, let's go home.” She said as she placed a hand on your back, Beth slowly released her arms around you, which Leah quickly replaced with hers.

_____

“What’s on your mind? I know it's something more than your Dad” your girlfriend said as she sat down on the bed next to you, legs crossed and leaning back against the headboard. You had just arrived home.

“It's stupid.” you sighed, looking away from her eyes.

“I promise you, it's not stupid, it's your feelings, and your feelings are valid” she said, voice unwavering before pulling you into her lap.

“I don't know, I just feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” “What do you mean baby?” “I don't know, I just feel like something is going to happen, like something is going to happen and you’re going to realise that this was all a mistake and leave. You’re going to get sick of constantly being second guessed for no reason just because I’m messed up, because I don’t believe someone could actually love me this much. You’re going to get sick of me, and all my insecurities, ” she pulled your body into hers, your head finding a place in the crock of her neck, tears started to fall from your eyes, causing her neck to become wet.

“Y/N, baby, I love you so much, and I promise, there is not another shoe that will drop, we have been through so much together, we got through those 9 months together, we got through the trial together, and I promise we will get through whatever life throws at us together, forever, we will go through the highs and lows together. I love you so much, and I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else. I will never hurt you, I promise.” 

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[aezuria]

Hear me out.. happy Golden Retriever bf x broody black Cat gf, but it's Jason Grace x daughter of hades reader 👀👀

*ੈ✎ light of my life, where are you?

content: jason grace x daughter of hades! reader

╰┈▸ warnings: none (until the ending oopsie)

librarian's annotations: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON AND JUST SKIP THE ENDING IF U DONT WANT ANGST

maybe it was your gloomy disposition, or the fact that you were a daughter of hades, either way, most people avoided you like the plague. you didn't mind it all too much—you were usually one for solitude.

that was until you met jason grace. you disliked him from the start. dislike, not hate, because you couldn't bear to hate the person who always stuck up for your brother. but he was too bright, too overbearing for you. very much not your style.

(that's what they all say at the start)

he was just too good to be true! how could he be all these things everyone claimed him to be? they just had to be exaggerating.

but when he flashed his dazzling smile and tender gaze, you knew that all the rumors were true. even so, you pried your eyes away from him. you would not be wooed by a roman so easily!

jason did not make it easy for you. he followed you around camp like a lost puppy. he tried to be subtle, but his tall form wasn't exactly hard to spot. you went to your cabin? he followed you to the door, claiming he wanted to see nico. you went to the training grounds? he picked up a lance and started examining it a little too hard. when you finally confronted him about it, he just laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, saying, "i was trying to work up the courage to ask you to be friends."

how were you supposed to not like him after that?

despite your lack of romantic endeavors, you were sure that friends didn't do what jason did. he opened the door for you, made sure you ate proper meals—and sure, those acts were pretty "just friends" level. but he also tied your shoes, put flowers in your hair, and hugged you so warmly whenever you were feeling especially down. you felt the unmistakable flutter in your heart whenever he did those things, instead of your initial distaste for him.

your confusion was answered the next evening. you swore nico had muttered something about jason being the only guy (besides him) he'd trust with you, right before telling you to go into the woods. "there's a surprise there," he had explained. "just trust me, okay?"

the sun was starting to set, its rays darting between the leaves and casting a soft glow on the grass. "go to the woods... can he be any more specific?" you muttered, before you caught a familiar head of blond hair in the corner of your eye. you turned and walked towards him, brushing away the branches as you did so.

"y/n!" jason beamed as he caught sight of you entering the clearing. he straightened up and messed with something behind his back. he shifted his feet and pulled out a bouquet, offering it to you shyly. "i asked the dryads what your favorites were. do you like them? did i organize them properly? are these actually not your favorites and they were just lying to me-"

"jason." you cut him off and smiled, taking the bouquet and smelling the freshly picked flowers. "i love them, thank you."

he swore his heart stopped. your smile was the most gorgeous sight he's ever seen. you were like an angel; why was it that no one thought to make you smile more often? he met your content expression with a wide beam of his own.

"really? i'm glad!" jason sighed in relief, before clearing his throat. "um," his voice cracked, face flushing red at that. "i wanted to ask if i could be your boyfriend? i just, you're so sweet and strong, and pretty... anyone would be lucky to be yours. but, i want to be that lucky guy, if you'll let me?" he looked into your eyes so earnestly, there was no other answer but yes.

"you know i love you, right?" jason whispered into your hair. your warmth brought him comfort in his otherwise cold cabin, empty and unfeeling, just like his father's attitude to him.

"uh huh. and i love you too." you mumbled sleepily into his chest. "but do you have to go?"

he laughed softly. "yes, i do." jason combed through your hair, silk between his fingertips. "i'll be back before you know it."

"do you ever think that we don't deserve this?" you whispered, eyes already shut as sleep slowly overtook you. "that we shouldn't have to fight someone else's battles?"

"yeah." jason rested his chin on the top of your head and squeezed you tighter. "sometimes i think that too."

shadows pried your eyes open, then slipped around your heart and squeezed. he was gone. you could feel it. you knew and yet you hoped and prayed that you were wrong. he was supposed to come home later, right? he would.

but the darkness settled in your stomach and weighed you down until morning.

and so you waited and waited, for nico's familiar shadow, or a chariot riding from the sky. what came was the former. you felt the comforting coldness of your brother's appearance, but jason's warmness was nowhere to be held. nico's dark eyes were rimmed with barely kept tears, his shoulders trembling with silent sobs.

"he's gone." your brother's voice was as dead as jason, as final as his last breath.

never had you begged and pleaded to your father so much; never had you needed to. never had you imagined a life without the sun, your sun. never had the ghost of your soul escaped in a pitiful shriek of agony, or became one with the dirt as salty tears.

and you knew, just as you knew death, that a part of you had died with him.

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[thewulf]

Commander || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Did you see that pose about swim call in the Navy? Could you do a Hangman x Reader drabble while theyre deployed or something like that? super fluffy! You're so good at fluffy hangman haha. thanks!

A/N: Love a good Hangman fluff. Hope you enjoy reading! :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3,200+

“It’s too hot. I can’t take it anymore. How much longer do we have of this?” Jake whined leaning on the railing that overlooked the Arabian Sea.

You stopped with him shrugging off your button-up uniform from your shoulders leaving you just in your tank top, “You complain a lot Lieutenant Seresin. Only a few more days. Think you can make it?” Tying the top around your waist you leaned forward mimicking him. You weren’t really supposed to be doing that with your uniform, but you really couldn’t seem to care. He was right after all. It was blisteringly hot. July in the Middle East was no joke. You knew the worst that could happen was a slap on the wrist, a small reprimand if you were to get caught.

Jake rolled his eyes only subtly hiding the smile that was dancing on his lips. Even you had to acknowledge how damn good he looked as the setting sun framed his face for golden hour flawlessly, “Just because you’re a Commander now doesn’t mean you get to bully me Y/N.”

You shrugged, “Actually, I think it does Hangman. It’s exactly what a Commander gets to do. Command.” Giggling you turned your body to him. It was always so easy to be yourself around him. You had run ins with Jake all throughout your Naval carrier. First as students in Top Gun then on missions as coworkers. The two of you always seemingly dancing the line between friends and more than but both too afraid to take that step over.

He huffed knowing you quite literally had him there. He thought he had you somewhere else though, the air, “Now that you’re a big bad Commander you’ll never see the inside of the cockpit again.” It was the only thing he had. He knew you loved flying more than anything in the world. But you were born to lead. Having an uncanny ability to predict enemy strategies and to form defenses and offensive strategies was your strong suit. Not many had that gift. The killer instinct as Admiral Kazansky always told you.

“You know that’s not true Jake. Did we not just get back from flying with Captain Mitchell?” Raising your eyebrow, you waited for his retort. It took him a second too long to respond though. You knew you’d managed to get the upper hand, for this conversation at least.

“Need I remind you where your callsign came from, Salsa?” You had to admire his ability to steer the conversation in the direction he wanted. You’d even compliment it if it didn’t annoy you too much. But this was Hangman we were talking about.

You continued to stare at him eyebrows raised, “No, Jake, I don’t need you to remind me.”

“Student Aviator Lacking Situational Awareness.” He smirked remembering the time your Captain at Top Gun unfortunately giving you the nickname. Brilliant in the air and on the books didn’t mean you were so graceful when it came to common sense. All too often you’d ask the most basic questions after solving the most complex problems. Earning you the call sign Salsa. You didn’t hate it. But you didn’t really love it either.

You laughed it off, “And who’s the Commander now Jake?”

He bowed his head chuckling right along with you, “Fair. But even you have to admit… it’s hot as hell out here.” Jake tossed you a fake pout changing the conversation yet again in the span of a few moments. You’d roll with it. That’s what’s always worked.

“You’re telling me! I’m from Ohio! I’m used to ninety-degree summers with moderate humidity, not this shit. You’re from Texas, you should be used to it!” Leaning on the railing you embraced the wind blowing off the carrier. It was hot but at least it was moving, not stagnant like it was on land.

“I haven’t really lived there in years though sweetheart.” He defended himself throwing out that damn word that made you literally weak at the knees. He had to have known what he was doing to you.

You’d always found the man handsome as hell. But his personality put you off all too often. However, the more you got to know him the more you found out the personality was all just a front. He was actually a good guy with a kind heart who had been burned far too many times. Living the life as a nomad made it hard to settle and it was his defense mechanism. Was it tiring? Beyond. Was it working? Jake thought so.

“Fair.” You mimicked him again. It wasn’t your fault he’d chosen such words to send your brain into overdrive.

You smiled taking in his features. He was truly such a handsome guy that made you feel very strong feelings. You knew it was him. It was always him. It was always going to be him, and you were quite frankly tired of pretending it wasn’t.

“That all you got to say darling?” He tapped his fingertips on the railing as he waited your response.

“Jake.” You sighed not having a clue what to do or to say. It was like you were actually short circuiting. You’d love to take a next step with him, but you were horrified of the consequences. Were you even allowed?

You’d worked so fucking hard to get promoted as fast as you did. You’d proven to countless commanders, captains, and admirals your capabilities in strategy as often as you could. You’d made fast friends with Pete Mitchell as he was one of your instructors when you went through Top Gun all those years ago. Apparently, that was his first and only year of teaching. In turn, Admiral Kazansky had taken a quick liking to you as he held Pete in such high regard. One thing led to another, and you’d been promoted through the ranks much faster than anticipated. But you earned it. Always proving you were ready for the next step. Was it worth it to risk all that hard work?

“Yes?” He continued that damn Jake Seresin smirk that he wore so well.

“I was going to tell you top secret information about what may or may not be occurring at 0100 tomorrow.” You sighed removing your arms from the guard rail pretending you were walking away, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to freshen up.”

“Woah there, Y/N! You didn’t say anything about top secret information.” He grabbed your arm lightly as if to let you know he’d drop it the second you asked him to. Of course, you never would, you loved his touch.

“I don’t think I should tell you. You’re being awfully mean to your commander.” You frowned playfully loving the game you were always playing with him. Things were only serious if they needed to be. Things were fun most of the time. Making it so damn easy to be your full and complete self around the man. You’d developed such a deep crush that bordered on love for the blonde-haired pilot.

“What would please my commander then?” He winked taking a step closer to you. Closing off any distance you’d had between the two of you. So much for the heat?

You smiled a wicked one towards Jake, “Grovel for my forgiveness.”

He couldn’t contain his laughter. The way his face lit up as he laughed, the way his eyes crinkled and the way his lips drew in. You were sure you could watch this over and over again. He was so beautiful to you. You joined in on the laughter not being able to continue whatever charade the two of you had gotten into at that moment.

“You’re awfully pretty when you laugh like that.” Jake spoke up after the shared laughter between the two of you had died down a little.

Biting your cheek, you couldn’t stop the instant reddening of your cheeks. Jake was always good for that. Making you blush like mad but then doing absolutely nothing about it, “Are you flirting with me Jake?”

He nodded his head confidently, “Always am Y/N. Always will.” Shooting you another wink he squeezed your arm once more before dropping his hand from it.

Shaking your head, you decided to finally answer his question, “The top-secret information might be that we’re having a swim call tomorrow. As long as the weather holds up.”

Grinning ear to ear he grasped your shoulders, “You’re being serious?”

“As a heart attack.” You nodded your head. You knew why he was so excited. It wasn’t that often that these came around. You had to be lucky to be given a swim call. Some sailors were luckier than others getting to have a swim call on a few deployments. Some were unlucky as they never got one.

It just so happened that Admiral Simpson was feeling particularly kind that afternoon at the senior staff was meeting. Another captain offered it up as a reward and he’d agreed. He decided on tomorrow since there were no scheduled missions or training flights. What better way to relieve stress? He knew this deployment was longer and a little more brutal with the heat. He needed to make sure everybody was still levelheaded. What better way to reward the crew?

“Oh, hell yeah! The guys are going to be so happy.” His grin stretched even further if that was possible.

“You’re sworn to secrecy.” You shook your head, “The admiral would like surprise everyone tomorrow.”

His grin turned down into a devious smirk, “And you told me Y/N?” You were really feeling the heat now. Especially when he was looking at you like that.

“Don’t let it get to your big ass head Seresin.” You smiled right on back to him. Just one of the many things he adored about you. Your ability to throw it right back at him. You never backed down from the challenge. Even when you were backed into a corner you would continue to fight. Your tenacity was like nothing he’d ever seen before. Apparently, the Navy agreed as you soared up the rankings. Jake was sure you’d be a captain within a few years. Then an admiral not long after that. You just had it. Few did. You did.

“You’d never let it get too large.” He dropped his hands from your shoulders. You were about to protest but he did something he’d never done before. Something that caught you so off guard you weren’t sure if your heard had stopped or not for second. He wrapped you up in a hug. Gently he squeezed you into his chest taking a few deep breaths before he continued.

“You know how much I like you right?” Jake whispered so close to your ear you could feel his warm breath as it fell down your neck. God, why did he have to do this to you now? It was already hard to come up with words and now? Now it felt like an impossible task. He was pulling out all of the stops to send your brain into overdrive. You’d probably forget even your own name if he asked.

“Sure.” You hadn’t a clue what he meant. Like you as a friend? Like you more than a friend? You prayed for the latter but who knew? It could be the former.

As he chuckled you could feel the vibrations as they reverberated off his body onto yours. You could surely get used to hugs like this. Where you were completely wrapped up in his embrace. Where you felt so utterly protected, “I like you, Y/N. Like like you.” He nodded while grinning after seeing your utterly shocked face.

Yeah, your heart definitely stopped as you processed his words. It’s like he read your mind. Like he knew you were too much of a chicken shit to question his words. You could stand up to admiral and politely tell him to fuck off, but this felt more than daunting to you. This was your life, and you didn’t want to fuck it up with him. You’d had so many chances, what if’s, run ins with each other over the years. Was it happening this time? Were your craziest dreams actually becoming a reality?

“Wait really?” Was all you managed to spit out as your brain went through every emotion. Every scenario to this confession.

“Yes, really. Have for years darling.” He broke apart from the embrace observing you carefully, “I’m tired of waiting on a right time. There’s never going to be a right time. Especially when you’re you. Getting promoted every other year and shit.” He grinned pulling you right back into his chest.

“Not every other year.” You shook your head hiding it away in embarrassment.

He couldn’t really believe his own eyes. You so effortlessly standing in his embrace seemingly accepting his admission. He was tired of dancing the fine line. He was ready. So more than ready to take a leap with you. He was tired of being labeled the playboy, the flirt, the no-good boyfriend. He knew he could be great for someone. For you. It was time.

“So was do you say sweetheart?”

You pulled away from him this time giving him a soft smile, “About?”

“A date. A real date when we get off this boat in a few days. How does that sound?” He grabbed a hand stroking his thumb along your fingertips softly.

Nodding your head softly, “That sounds perfect Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You squeezed his hand once more before beginning your exit, “Now go shower Lieutenant. No offense… but you smell.”

Shocked he strode forward towards you, “I smell? You’re getting it now. Time for a big hug.”

You giggled running from him, “Gotta catch me first!”

Shaking his head, he could only smile as you darted off towards your dorm. Oh, how he knew he’d fall in love with you quickly. He always knew he would once he let himself.

“Did you know about it Commander?” A woman you’d seen a few times around the carrier asked as you changed into your swimsuits.

“The swim call?” You played dumb. Of course, you knew what she was asking but it was much more fun to get hyped up about the whole thing over again. Morale was at a low point as the deployment neared its end. This was always the hardest time. When everybody just wanted to be home.

“Yeah.” She nodded while pulling a strap over her shoulder.

“Maybe a little. But Admiral Simpson just decided yesterday. Captain Flagstaff actually convinced him. It was a sight to see.” You smiled reminiscing on the friendly banter.

“It’s so cool that you’re a Commander and you’re like, our age.” Another girl spoke up from around the corner.

You smiled taking notice of her, “Right time, right place I suppose.”

“Bullshit.” The first girl laughed, “Your kind of a legend. What you and Mav pulled in Iran last year was insane!

You felt lucky to be alive. You probably shouldn’t be, but you never dwelled on it. You’d been given a chance and you ran with it. Ruthless and precise, never missing a beat. You were a commander after all, you had to prove your worth.

“Take calculated risks.” You offered up some advice for the young women who looked up to you. It was flattering albeit a little odd, “Now let’s go, we only get so much time in the water!” Grabbing a towel, you led the group out. You spotted Jake further off in the distance looking handsome as ever without a shirt on.

“Look at you.” You winked at him lowering your sunglasses. You’d always been overly flirty with the man but now? Now it meant something. Years of practice came in handy even as your nerves kicked it up a notch as his eyes traced your figure.

He shook his head, “You’re joking right? Look at you.” Throwing you a wink he desperately wanted to grab your hand, but he knew better. Not in front of all the Navy guys. It was probably already scandalous that the two of you were standing there alone.

“What? In this gorgeous Navy issued one piece?” You thought everybody looked fine in them. Not horrible not good. Just fine. But it definitely wasn’t flattering per say.

He shrugged, “You look good in everything sweetheart.” He whispered as a few people walked on by, “Always looking beautiful.”

“Hush, you’re making me blush.”

He laughed beginning to walk away, “That’s my job now darling. Now let’s go jump in the sea while we have the chance.”

“Lead the way.” You followed him towards the edge of the aircraft carrier. With a few railings removed you peered over the side letting people jump beside you. It was a long way down, but you’d done it before. Done it many times in training. Didn’t mean you necessarily enjoyed it though.

“Come on Y/L/N. Scared?” Jake threw you one last wink before jumping right off the side. He’d one upped you yet again. Dammit. You waited for the all clear before jumping right after him.

Resurfacing you quickly found the guy you were looking for smiling right at you only a little distance away. He certainly wasn’t being shy about it. The two of you had yet to really talk about what the other wanted but it felt right. It felt so right being around him. Like he was the other part of your magnet pulling you right into him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked once you reached him. Splashing him lightly. God the two of you were being so fucking obvious. But lucky for you nobody seemed to notice. Everybody too caught up in their own story, their own joy.

“I already told you. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“Don’t overdo it now Mr. Seresin.” You were smiling an unusual amount. You were usually so stoic and tight lipped. You weren’t doing your best hiding the new rush of emotions that were always sitting there waiting to burst right on open. Boy did they burst right on open the second Jake admitted that he actually liked you. You didn’t think you could hide the stupid little smile that didn’t want to drop.

“What? I can’t compliment my girl?” He gave you a devilish smile, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Your heart definitely skipped a beat in the water, “Is that what I am?” Raising an eyebrow your curiously looked at him as he pulled you in a little closer. You were sure it didn’t look good. Surely it looked suspicious.

“If that’s what you want to be. My girlfriend?”

You nodded, “I’d like that.” You whispered. God how you wanted to swim right over and kiss him. Why’d this have to happen in the middle of the swim call? Why not when you were on shore and could find a secluded spot away from the rest of the crew. There was one thing you were certain of. This’d be the most memorable swim call you’d ever have.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.” Giving your hand a squeeze, he made sure to keep an appropriate distance until you could get away on that date. It was hard but it was worth it. Anything was worth making you happy. Jake decided that then and there as he watched you smile swimming around in the sea.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Azul, Jamil: By One’s Grace

dnsjbsuebxkzn One of my friends noticed that Platinum Jacket Jade and Azul have the same two portraits, with the placements swapped. This is not true for other dorm leader-vice dorm leader pairs we’ve already seen, like Malleus and Lilia. Just an interesting little detail?

MORE JAMIL AND AZUL PETTY DRAMA… Been craving it since early book 4, one of my favorite treats 😋

A Tale as Old as Time.

"Jamil-san."

He flinched at his name and turned away from the caller. When the footsteps still came, Jamil retreated further into the exhibition. Famous faces stared down from their picture frames at the fleeing boy.

"Jamil-san, please wait for me," Azul tried again. He picked up his pace, in hot pursuit of his peer. "Jamil-san!!"

Deeper and deeper they delved, spiraling into the museum’s depths. The light slowly fading, the air stretching thin and gauzy. Neither relented from the chase--not until Azul ran his prey into a corner, an arm outstretched to contain him in a quiet corner. Jamil silently cursed.

Caged in with an octopus. Great.

A facetious laugh rose from Azul's throat. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were purposefully trying to avoid me."

Jamil deadpanned. “You don't say. No, I was just trying to learn about the history of the Coral Sea in peace."

"If that's what you're interested in, I believe you'll find no better wellspring of knowledge than myself." Azul offered with a coy grin. "I would be more than happy to share stories straight from my hometown. Anything for a dearly beloved companion. such as you."

"No thank you," Jamil quickly retorted. I think I'd rather eat poisoned curry again. "I would be ill-advised to accept free 'help' from you. You'll come knocking and calling in for a favor a few days later."

"Who's asking for favors?" Azul gasped, feigning ignorance. "I simply wish to aid a classmate. As dorm leader of Octavinelle, I pride myself on keeping the Sea Witch's spirit of benevolence alive and well."

Jamil scoffed and folded his arms. "Coming from you, that sounds extremely insincere."

"Me, insincere? Far from it!" He insisted, waving a hand dismissively. From the corner of his eye, Azul caught a flash of fiery red. He tilted his head, and his brows raised. "Hmm? Oh, this painting is..."

"The painting?" Jamil followed his gaze.

There was a young mermaid mounted upon a rock, a massive wave crashing into her from behind. Though the skies were dark and stormy, her face was full of light and sunshine. A great mane of fire whipped around her, the mermaid's chest thrust out and mouth open in joyful song.

"One of my favorite works of art."

"Somehow I doubt that..." Jamil sighed. "What exactly do you like about it?"

"Many things! For one, there is her gullible... er, excitable expression. You can see just how much wonder she has for the world. She's full of hope for her future prospects.

"In fact, this is the very same mermaid appears in some legends about the Sea Witch." Azul chuckled softly--though his growing smirk was anything but. "A mermaid so lovesick, she failed to meet the conditions set forth in her deal. Because of that, she incurred the Sea Witch's fury. It's a cautionary tale to always pay one's dues, fufufu."

"... No wonder why you like it," his peer grumbled. "For her to make a promise to the Sea Witch and then not follow through with her end of the bargain... How foolish. Her punishment is well-earned."

"Punishment? Perhaps one could use that word, but I see it as a form of the Sea Witch's compassion."

"There's nothing compassionate about debtor being raked across the coals."

"Compassion is not just kindness, Jamil-san. Compassion is also the sternness that comes from a place of caring. The Sea Witch surely must have also been heartbroken to turn her anger on a client whom she placed her trust in. Were she to leave the mermaid to be, the mermaid would likely run amok and commit the same acts of betrayal unto others. Her lesson would not be learned."

Azul shrugged. "You see? The Sea Witch is truly benevolent and merciful, even when she lets loose her rage."

"What a twisted mind you have. I can't say I disagree with the course of action though.”

“Poor, unfortunate little mermaid,” Azul cooed. “She longed to change herself for true love, risking the life she knew for the uncertainty of new opportunities.”

“Hmph, a person who desperately wants to change themselves?” Jamil’s mouth cocked into a smirk. “Now who does that remind us of, hmm?”

He was met with a bitter laugh.

“The world can be a harsh place,” Azul said, his response evasive. “I wonder if the mermaid was able to finally face it.”

What would she have done if her optimism had been crushed under the weight of a cruel reality? What if her new self was rejected after all her struggles and sacrifices? What if her efforts were all for naught?

What if, what if, what if.

What if he was the same as her?

The inept octopus. Not smart, not particularly good at swimming, too bulky. Sobbing in his private little pot, the inky tear trails a dead giveaway to his location.

Nice clothes, good grades, and lifestyle changes couldn’t bury that past in the sand. It was not enough—would never be enough.

Once, he would have desired to kick her down. To see a sand castle fall apart at his own hand, to relish in the destruction. Wipe away proof of his old incompetence.

Be rid of it forever.

Now, he knelt and encircled it with his arms, Hugged that piece of him against himself, reassured it with compassionate words.

You’re here.

You’re a part of me.

I will never reject you again.

“… Change is as natural and as common as the coming and going of the tides. Why fear the tides—why fear change?”

Why deny what I was then, and who I am now?

Then, donning his brightest—and perhaps most genuine—smile, Azul faced Jamil head-on.

“It is by the grace of the Sea Witch that we were able to learn such a valuable life lesson at no cost to ourselves! Isn’t that wonderful?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #Azul Ashengrotto #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #Azul birthday takeover #disney twisted wonderland #disnet twst #something no one asked for #spoilers #Jamil Viper

[wolfoftheblackflames]

And here's what you've all been waiting for. The FINALE! Thanks so much for reading my fun little fanfic, my sweet misfits! Enjoy the tasty desert! (It's been fun writing this ^^)

Dancing with the Devil: Pt. 5

It was a few moments before Charlie whistled loudly summoning Razzle and Dazzle. “Baaaap?!” Both looked shocked but then looked over at the jerk who hurt their mistress. “Baaaaap….” Both growled lowly and followed Seviathan.

Charlie panted softly but then turned to look at Vaggie. “I'm really sorry you had to see me like this…” Her eyes lowered to the ground, unable to face her date.

Vaggie was in shock, sure, but her heart was pounding upon seeing that beautiful demon form. “Cariño…” (Sweetheart). Her hand gently came to Charlie's cheek, her thumb gently brushing away a tear that had threatened to fall. “Don't be sorry. It's actually very sweet that you'd be getting angry over someone like me.” Vaggie stated softly, her hand being lightly grasped by those long black claws.

“What do you mean?” Charlie asked, nuzzling Vaggie's palm.

“Well before I met you, all I had was some co-workers in the military that weren't exactly the nicest. I also did things alongside those jerks that I'm not proud of…” Vaggie started but took a soft breath to calm herself. “I had killed people Charlie, and I hate myself for it, and in some sick way sometimes it felt good to be acknowledged for those kills. I got praised for how flashy they were too…”

Charlie's eyes widen but then soften hearing the regret in her voice. She gently pulled Vaggie close and nuzzled into her hair, her body vibrating because of the soft purring it was doing. “I can see why you don't talk about your life before Hell… But if you're implying that you, the cutest, the most beautiful, and the coolest badass woman I've ever met, doesn't deserve to be loved or respected? Then I'm sorry, but I really want to whack you for ever thinking that.”

Vaggie leaned into the hug and nodded. “There you go again…”

“What it's true.” Charlie stated with a matter of fact tone.

The two jolted slightly, hearing Seviathan scream. “I was promised a dance at this fancy ball. Shall we?” Vaggie stepped back but had a smirk on her face.

Charlie blinked “Just let me put away these first…” She motioned to the horns and tail but stared as Vaggie took her hands into her own.

“You look gorgeous with them out babe. And I do mean it.” The angel smiled lightly, lifting those hands up and twirling only to briefly rest against Charlie's chest with those hands around her shoulders.

The way she moved, Charlie swore Vaggie was either a natural, or very talented in the dance department. The way that ivory gaze looked back up into soft white, it felt like time had stopped. “Thanks…”

The two glided across the stone walkway of the garden, each easily moving with one another to the ballroom music that echoed inside the bustling building. Charlie felt like she was walking on air right now as she was guided by Vaggie with each step. The way Hell's natural light lit up her frame, Charlie swore that in this moment Vaggie was truly the most beautiful being in Hell.

The slow dance tempo echoed as the two swayed close at its rhythm. “So did that asshole really…” Vaggie asked as Charlie scoffs. “Nope, I never once let him do that with me. Seriously the jerk thought if he pressured me enough I'd do it.”

“Good, it makes me a little relieved, babe.” Vaggie muttered, then looked up at Charlie, who looked down at her. The light of Hell made the princess looked so regal and elegant right now, and Vaggie listening to her heart for once pulled down on that chain lightly and kissed Charlie.

It was sudden and brief but it left the princess stunned. Her tail had shot up as now a cute dopey love struck look graced that face. “Whoa…” Charlie muttered but shook her head to get out of the daze quick. “Will you be my girlfriend?!” She blurted out causing Vaggie to laugh.

“I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't want to be princesa.” The angel teased but yelped when Charlie just quickly lifted her up and spun her around.

“Let's ditch this joint and go on a real date while the night is young.” The demoness grinned as Vaggie laughed at the theatrics Charlie was doing. Right down to the princess bridal carrying the angel out of there when Razzle and Dazzle zipped past clearly looking pleased. “Woooooo hoooo! Best night ever!”

“Charlie babe slow down!” Vaggie laughed as the two hurried out of that place.

Once in the limo, the goofs could relax, but this time, Charlie smirked and gave Vaggie a kiss on the cheek. “Can you do that again? Please?” She asked, giving puppy dog eyes. Vaggie just rolled her eye and gave her girlfriend all the kisses the princess could ever ask for.

(And done! Thanks again for reading my fic guys. I hope you enjoyed it. See you all next time when a new fic drops, until then enjoy the cuteness my lovable misfits!)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #cute as fuck #awkward vaggie is fun #flustered charlie is fun #dancing #ballroom dancing #Charlie being a bi disaster #Vaggie being a cheeky lesbian #seviathan von eldritch #adorable kissing

[crmsnmth]

Hello

I guess I wasn't clear enough on the third version, so here's Version 4 Introductions are stupid. Hi. My name is Chris. I'm 35. I live in a small-town of about 2000 people in the center of the state of Wisconsin. It is not even close to as glamorous as it sounds. I've lived in quite a few other places though, but I guess it's true that we always go home. I work as a kitchen manager/EC. I've been working in the kitchen on and off for most of my working life. My first job was a cashier at a certain fast food pizza place that makes rectangle pizzas. That aren't good, but the breadsticks always kicked ass.

I am a massive music fan (it's playing right now) and when I tell you I listen to all music, believe me when I say all music. My main daily playlist is always growing and includes everything from iwrestledabearonce to Katy Perry (listen to her unplugged album. Kissed a Girl as a jazz type thing is beautiful) to Atmosphere to Miley Cyrus to Alan Jackson to Dying Fetus. My favorite band is Descendents with Amigo The Devil and Frank Turner coming very very close to that coveted spot. I am a major horror fan, and I don't think I own a single t-shirt that isn't somehow horror related. I'm a sucker for the 80's slashers. I've seen every Friday the 13th movie enough times that if you ever watch them with me, I will annoy you by quoting the lines throughout the whole movie. I am Bipolar. Type 1. I am a raging cynic.

I am an addict in (long-term) recovery. I am sober. I write more than any sane person does, but I never once claimed to be sane. I write because if I don't, my head will explode. You can think this a metaphor all you want.

I do not write for anyone's approval, not even my own. I do this because it's a safe form of release that it's ok to be addicted to. If you have constructive criticism, I'll gladly take it because let's face it, I'm pretty bad at this whole thing. If you're just going to tell me I suck, in however many words, well, I don't need you to tell me that. Dick. I don't follow any rules or guidelines in what I write. So I call it lawless poetry even though half of it doesn't even fit poetry. Most of it is stream of conciseness built around a line or phrase I came up with during the day. I do this every single night. It's my ritual before bed. I journal (which is also posted in a blog) and then I work on my phrases and lines. I've been called garbage at this, but to those who can't give me a reason (other then you don't like it)if you can't back up your reason for being an art critic, your opinion means jack to me. Besides, anyone who claims to be an art critic is a narcissistic jackass. Art is subjective. Not just "I don't like it." Tell me why you don't like it. Tell me it's repetitive. I need to stop. Or I'll rant and moan about why I hate armchair critics for way too long.

So what will you find on my tiny drop in the ocean of the internet? You will see bad poetry, and an awful lot of it to be honest. You'll find random drops of fiction or a story I happen to be working on and want some form of opinion on it. I post at least once a day, but can post up to ten or fifteen times a day. And most of it is just your average mundane sad boy bad poetry. And if you see how much I do post, think of how much stuff I have laying around that never gets touched. I have boxes of notebooks, napkins and matchbooks with lines I thought we're clever.

So since I write so much, what the hell is it exactly that I write about. That's easy. The Girl With Ocean Blue Eyes*, Kid*,The Broken Mirror Girl*, My Junkie Angel*, California Love*, An Ex Band-Mate, love, lost lovers, hopelessness, isolation, drug addiction, alcoholism, depression, forgotten acquaintances, mental illnesses, rage, hate, rejection, joy, insignificant moments, slices of life, laughter, beauty, self and self-reflection, self-hate, art, other writers, panic, infatuations, obsession, therapy, group homes, rehab, jail, grace, nature, loss, hope, fear, grief, anguish, philosophy, anarchism, nihilism, religion, god, the devil, ugliness, politics, serial killers, cults, suicide, death, destruction, chaos, music, validation, closure, memory, enemies, friends, rock bottom, sex, violence, rock and roll, sin, self-exploration, bipolar disorder, schizoaffecive disorder, pain, self-destruction much more.

Consider this line right here your trigger warning. Please see above to see my chosen subjects, and it should be clear that I will write something that can bring up some feelings. I make music as well for another creative outlet. No, I don't churn out songs like I do the written word, but I love my music and if you would like to tell me how much I suck at it here's the links:

https://www.reverbnation.com/crmsnmth

If I come off as extremely depressed in my work, please know that I am fine. I'm good. Ok? Ok.

There, now you know the barest of my bare bones. You want to know anything else, just ask. I'm always happy for the fifteen second interaction. And I always try to interact with those who interact with me, but I am not one to talk first. If you follow me, know that I will most likely follow you back. Unless your space is empty, a bot, porn.

*Not their real names.

#writing #introduction #introductory post #blog intro #intro post #pinned post #pinned intro #introduction post #hello #hi #my writing #about myself

[barbex]

Happy Friday! For Fenders I'd love to see the prompt: ''i'm not in love with you.'' ''good.'' Only if you feel inspired to of course x3 Happy creating <3

Thank you for this prompt for @dadrunkwriting. This was a lot of fun to write!

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Varric crosses out the last section he wrote yesterday. It doesn't quite work right, with fade breaches and an Herald of Andraste with a green glowing hand, dragons are just too much. Even if they're true. Maybe if he introduces them earlier on, letting the readers get used to this madness. Playing with the quill in his hand, he doesn't notice someone approaching him. 

"Varric."

He flinches and the quill goes flying and he barely catches the inkwell to stop it from shattering on the floor. "Andraste's flaming arse!" He looks up. "Fenris. What the fuck are you doing here and why are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"It was not my intention. Not yet." 

The dry wit is so familiar that Varric gets hit with an intense bout of homesickness. What he wouldn't give to go back in time and sit at the Hanged Man again with Hawke, Merril, and Isabela, with Anders and Fenris. Just playing Wicked Grace, instead of running away from darkspawn and dragon attacks. With a sigh, he stands up and goes over to Fenris. "What are you doing here? Skyhold isn't exactly a favourite travel destination." 

"You wrote to me." Fenris produces a folded paper from his thick coat. It looks like it has been unfolded and folded many times. "You wrote that he is here."

"Last I heard, you two didn't exactly separate on the best terms." Snow drips from Fenris coat and a puddle forms around his boots. "You're wearing shoes!"

Fenris frowns at him. "I'm not an idiot." 

"I know. Always been too intelligent for your own good. Take all that stuff off and sit here by the fire to warm up." Varric picks up a woollen blanket and drapes it over the stuffed chair. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get him." 

"Do I not have to kneel in front of his throne?" Fenris' voice has that hard edge he remembers from his first year in Kirkwall. Angry suspicion laced with fear.

Varric stops at the door and turns around. "Really? You think that's how he would act? Don't make me rethink your intelligence." He walks out, closing the door quickly behind him before the cold can creep into the room. He hurries over to the infirmary, slipping into the main hut. There, under several lanterns, the Herald of Andraste kneels in front of a child, healing magic glowing in his hand as he heals an injured foot. 

"There, that feels better, doesn't it?"

"Yes, thank you, Herald."

Shaking his head, he brushes over the boy's head. "Don't call me that, just call me Anders." 

Behind Varric, the door slams shut. Before he can say anything, Fenris storms past him, stopping just in front of Anders, pointing his finger at him. "You!"

Anders looks up at him with icy calm. "You're scaring my patient." 

Fenris looks at the boy and takes a step back. "I apologise."

With a little flair, Anders pulls a hard candy from his pocket and hands it to the boy. "Go back to your sister now. Come see me again tomorrow, alright?"

The boy looks at Fenris and then quickly looks back at Anders. "Thank you, Healer Anders."

The boy leaves and Varric wonders if he should follow him or if he should stay to stop these two from killing each other. It would certainly give him great material for his next book.

Anders slowly stands up, flinching as he straightens his knees. "Hello, Fenris."

Glaring at him, Fenris' gauntlets creak as he clenches his fists. "You left."

"Yes." Anders wipes over his robe. "I'm flattered you noticed. I didn't think you would care."

"Why wouldn't I?" 

For a moment, Anders' eyes light up in blue. "Because you couldn't wait to be rid of me. Just because Hawke told you to get me away from Kirkwall, doesn't mean you had any desire to keep me around."

"You know that is not true." Fenris' voice is low, dangerously low.

And of course, Anders has no sense of self preservation. "It isn't? You've made your point quite clear, how did you say it? I should be ashamed for my misplaced sense of righteousness causing wars and suffering." He tries to get past Fenris, but he grabs his arm and glares at him.

"I tried to keep you safe."

"As if," Anders snarls, shaking off Fenris' grip. "Just think, I almost exploded at the conclave, you would have been rid of me once and for all. Instead I got this shit on my hand now." He holds up his left hand with the green glowing mark.

Fenris stares at his hand and then looks at Anders. "I was not trying to get rid of you. Never."

Turning away, Anders shakes his head. "And what? You suddenly discovered your love for me?"

"I don't love you."

"Good."

The air in the room seems to go still. They both stare at each other. Just when Varric thinks he should interfere, Fenris' markings light up and blue sparks jump over Anders' arms. 

"Fuck," Anders breathes out.

In a blur of lyrium white and blue magic, they both crash like two glowing stars, kissing each other as if the world is ending. And maybe it is. 

Fenris' gaze snaps to him. "Leave, Varric." 

"Yes, yes." By the time he closes the door behind him, Anders is half naked and Fenris presses him against an empty cot. Varric takes a deep breath of clean mountain air. "I'm gonna have to rewrite the last ten chapters, at least."

#fenders #Fenris #Anders #dragon age #fenders fic #Fenris x Anders #Varric Tethras #dragon age fanfiction #my writing

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

OMG! I've just read your latest post about an Overlord and I am so psyched! Are you going to continue the route of the Y/N being Ainz's twin sister? If so, what would the human characters of the anime would react when they see Y/N and witnessed her strength?

The Flower of Nazarick meets Humans | Yandere Overlord 

If you referring to the Madam Butterfly Sister Reader your interactions are very similar to Ainz disguising yourself to become a hero and it's a collective sense of forlorn admiration. As his twin, it doesn’t leave a lot for you two to get much of a different reaction. Now in my first original reader, where you aren’t exactly related by blood, you have a built-in buff where characters below a certain level naturally are drawn to you and become hopelessly obsessed with you. All humans typically fall under this scope and even in disguise your power isn’t truly impeded:

Enri Enmot

She was bewildered by Lupisregina’s reaction to hearing that you’d be visiting

Squeezing her legs, breathing erratically while pulling at her braids

When it was explained that you were on the same level as Ainz

She could hardly imagine what it’d be like when you arrived without your veil

A case study Ainz wanted to trial your effect on others

“A-ah y-you must be (User)-sama! Thank you for gracing this village with your wonderfulness!”

She can hardly come down from the high she got being around you

Granted she was able to snap out of it to shoo order her goblins away

Your beauty has her heating up in places she’d rather not

‘A true paragon of beauty…a flower hardly captures your eminence!’

Not to mention your kindness to everyone in the village

Allowing them to feed to you

And interact in playful banter

It feels like a knife pulled out when you’re escorts signal your departure

Carne Village is in emotional shambles

Their only saving grace is the letter of appreciation you left behind

She almost wants to keep it from them but her better half stops her

“Oh…yeah…we have to go on, right? Make this place a better place for them to come visit, right?”

Nfirea Bareare

He knew it was you, the masked visitor that spoke to Momonga

Even then he didn’t understand why he kept dreaming of your muffled voice 

But he knew now 

Now that you showed yourself without the mask he now felt true love

“Y-yes (User)-sama! W-whatever you need! I’ll happily make it for you! S-sorry!” 

He’s a blushing mess around you all the time

But since Ainz gave the all-clear with him he’s been gifted a touch of your ungloved hand

He nearly ejaculated right there

He is beside himself with how little he can handle you 

Thanks to Enri he gets a little more confidence when you’re eyes look at him

Not to mention they both seem to bond over you together like never before

In more ways than one

He helps Enri when her compassion  in sharing you is shaken

He gets the feeling

“M-maybe we can keep some of the letters to ourselves, right? As the leader, you we can keep our little secret. It is your our duty after all.”

Climb

Meeting you in your disguised form

he may never see your face unmasked

But he doesn’t need to

He’s already smitten 

Whether he witnessed you fighting playing or just dodging expertly 

He admires you beyond a simple squire

He blushes at just the sound of your name

enduring this when he reports to his princess what you did in your stay in E-Rantel

“T–they were radiant, as always but today…hah~they complimented m-my bravery, Princess.”

“What was it like? How did it feel?” 

“I-it was like being burned, cursed to replay their voice whenever they’re gone. B-but in the moments we shared it was like an inferno in my heart and my cheeks S-sorry Princess I spoke too much!”

“No no, all is well. I greatly appreciate it.”

Princess Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself

Knew something was different immediately when she saw you 

Immediately turning away to smile her true smile as she reveled in the pure obsession being ignited within her

On a constant high, she feels so great already about having to do it through Climb but when you finally meet 

It changes nothing

Except amplifies her obsessions more so 

Drooling in her lonesome she imagines what it’ll be like to have both of you at her whim

But when you align yourself with Momonga she has to relish in the painful pleasure of watching you from afar

“I thank you for your service in protecting E-Rantel. And thank you for protecting mine my knight.”

And when she finally has Climb and she sees you’re veiled appearance beside Ainz

She knows immediately and has to hold herself back from shaking in pleasure

For any unfortunate soul that should listen in the halls of the castle she was left, she laughs hysterically so overcome with joy at her obsessions passionately weak and tortuously out of reach

“Ahh~My loves! I can hardly ever contain it all hah~!”

Clementine

Now by the time she’s in her prime, you may have not even bloomed 

But if you do it's toward the end

You’ve either fought alongside Momonga or joined him in his decimation of Clementine and her partner

You’re not emotionally immune like Ainz so you might lose a little bit of control

And man does she think it's hot

“Oya Oya are you mad, cutie? Well, when I win I’d love to stab you more and more!”

Her obsession is twisted and disgusting 

Especially after you had begun to quite like the group you were with

You might be too angry; unable to regulate your power when you simply think about getting revenge

So it's likely that Ainz will send you away or forbid you from fighting

But you can watch 

Floating far above her head you watch as she gets angrier at Ainz’s evading

Eventually looking up at the bristling ferocity steaming off you

Even when you're giving her a death glare 

She’s somehow irrevocably excited

“Oi Oi what’s Pretty doing stayin’ up there? Don’t you want to meet with Lady Clementine? Get you’re own ‘revenge’ on me?”

Even as Ainz crushes her to death she’s as happy as she can be while looking at you

Only feeling absolutely destroyed when you turn away

As Ainz gives the final blow

“No! No! No! Agh–!”

#yandere overlord #yandere overlord anime #yandere overlord enri #yandere enri enmot #yandere climb #yandere princess Renner #yandere clementine #yandere nfirea bareare #Flower of Nazarick #yanderes x op reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere overlord x reader #yanderes overlord

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Black shuddered violently as he stared at the creature in front of him. Whatever it had once been was gone, replaced in his mind by this….thing.

  It was a tall thing now, something he can't imagine had once been that way. Too tall, and so willowy,  like a sickly tree barely holding on as the cool of winter tries to tear it away. It swayed, a faint rhythm leaking into his head, nearly pulling him into the pulse as his breathing tried to slow to follow it.

  It leaned towards him, the movement making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It rustled, sounding like a thousand pieces of paper slowly being folded into paper cranes with the volume cranked up to eleven. His teeth filled with static as the top of the creature flowed down, gentle waves dripping these awful bright cyan and pinks, making his stomach churn as it dripped down something flat.

It had no eyes.

  He didn't know why that frightened him so much. Maybe it was the weeks of following eyes he had slowly gotten used to, maybe it was the fact he had slowly been opening his own eyes to the true form of his world, but it didn't have eyes. This….this thing had none, and yet it stared right into him.

   It suddenly twisted, a violent but graceful movement as it twisted so its "body" (for lack of a better term) now face sideways, as though to mimic a sort of…curiosity? He watched as it slowly began to bubble, body starting to split down the side. His teeth started filling with static, a sensation that helped him resist the urge to cry out as the thing pulled a long spindly piece of its form away, then splitting that again. And again. And again.

  In a blink those hours of cracking suddenly stopped, leaving a sharp thin appendage of sorts jutting from the smooth thing. The wound dripped a dark ink, drying just as quickly as it tried to flow out. But, more distracting then that, was the shimmering. This newly seperated piece shimmered, a kaleidoscope of colors drawing his eye into it. It made his heart ache, gently knocking at the door in his head.

  It felt like his mind was set on fire, a door he didn't even realize he had being swung open but from the inside, not out. It was a million memories pulled from his mind and reflecting right into his own eyes, yet so alien and distant. It showed him everything had seen before, all he wished for, what he clawed so desperately for, and yet politely remained blind to it all, turning away from the flooded door.

  It was too long before it reached out towards him, fear flooding his senses as this vile thing reached closer, closer, he needed to move why couldn't he move just movejustmovejustMO-

"Black!"

He gasped, shaking violently under a warm and reassuring grip. "A-arthur?" He mumbled. His voice was raspy, like he had been screaming for years for now. Maybe he had. "Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Black slowly blinked, raising a trembling hand just in time to catch a hot pink tear as it fell. When had he started crying?Instead of asking he only looked around, trying to take it all back in. The eyes were back, but they didn't seem as predatory now. No, this was no longer entertaining to them. Now they seemed…quiet. They watched, waiting. Just patiently waiting.

If our sonas are like a concentrated form of our creativity, then what's to say they actually look like us? Who's to say that if we stripped back our personal illusions, that they would look anything like a person at all? Maybe all it would be is a shambling approximation of a human shape, filled to bursting with the lingering taste of experiences and the things that shaped us and our art into what it is.

You didn't think I forgot about this au, did you? Welcome back to episode three of our Broken 4th wall Lovebug featuring Black, @blackkatdraws2 narrator and the form of an artist that even we artists can never see! I'm sure he's fine after staring right into the face of a living memory unraveling exactly what he is. I'm sure that won't make him question himself and his existence even more.

#galix #my art #tsp #tspud #narratorverse #eldrich horror

[v3nusxsky]

Hey! Can I request a Lesso x fem Reader smut where Reader goes for a late-night skinny dip in the lake and Lesso finds her during her rounds and they do the deed in the water??? I love your work so much, your writing is beautiful! Have a good day xx

Hey lovely! You most certainly can I hope this is what you were looking for. I appreciate your support and kind words with my work. I hope you have a fabulous day/night @xx-state-of-mind-xx

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*Authors note ~ ahhh I absolutely love this prompt and I hope I can do it some justice. I love what your brilliant minds come up with*

Trigger warnings~ fingering, degrading/praise, edging, strip tease???

Prompt ~ see ask

As a new professor for the school for good you had found yourself feeling rather isolated. Everyone seemed to know everyone, and you were the odd one out. Now they were welcoming that much is true, but you just couldn't help but feel as though you were a spare part. Maybe it's because you were new, maybe it's because of your anxiety you weren't sure. Then there was the counter part of the school. The school of evil was run by the one and only Lady Leonora Lesso. The women alluded sensual and sexual vibes with out even trying. From her outfits to the way she walks and talks, hell even her eye contact would turn absolutely anyone to jelly at her feet. And she knew that.

You quickly learned that although the schools were joined they still functioned as though they were separate. This also added to the feelings you felt of isolation because you didn't feel you fit in with either side. The students seemed to like you though and you really enjoyed teaching your classes. It helped that you were passionate about pupils knowing how to defend themselves in any form of battle. Most people didn't feel as though a women should be in charge of this class but with your background no one could argue that case. You are one the most well respected knights of this realm. The only female knight to progress higher up the ranks.

Since retiring due to enjoy, teaching has been your god given saving grace. But that didn't mean it wasn't stressful or a challenge for you. During your time of being an active duty knight, you would often sneak off to secluded area in nature and just breathe. Sometimes you'd find a nice little lake to sit by just grounded by the sounds the trickling water. You often found that those moments helped give you peace and provide comfort. After a particularly hard day, it was exactly what the doctor ordered.

That's why you were so glad to have found the little secluded Cenote tucked away in between a thick cover of trees. Crystal blue water and it even had a small natural waterfall. As soon as you spotted this hidden gem you couldn't believe no one was talking about it, proving to you that no one had any knowledge of it. Making it the perfect space to become your spot. That's why after a rough day you decided you were in need of that peace.

You had forgone any swim wear, no one would know so why bother with covering yourself. The idea of feeling the water all over you skin, feeling your muscles relax as you soaked in the beautiful scenery and the stars in the night sky above. It wasn't the first time you had snuck off here which meant you had lowered any barriers that were up during the school day. Feeling at one with nature was the most comforting thing for you. Being alone with your thoughts was something you valued more than anything.

Lesso had been observing you recently, your shy nature intrigued her. And truthfully she'd heard the whispers from the school of good about how you kept yourself to yourself, your past and even whisperings from the students that you would become flustered at the mention of Lady Lesso. And when you had snuck off school grounds after the evening meal she couldn't help herself but follow. She made sure you wouldn't know she was following you and watched as you stripped down entering the water. Sighing in relief, she watched as your body relaxed instantly.

It was the snap of a twig that caught your attention, drawing you from your blissful peace. You looked over your shoulder and spotted the mane of fiery curls.  Immediately you called out to the women and she revealed herself, face holding her signature smirk. You realised the predicament you were in and sunk down into the water effectively hiding your body from her prying eyes. "Now now, is that really necessary y/n?" She taunted you watching your eyes widen in realisation. "You, how long?" You stuttered out dumbfounded. Had she seen you? Your scars that covered your body from your battles?

A small chuckle left her lips as she stalked forward slowly removing an item of clothing holding your gaze. Your eyes were drawn to the women. Powerless and unable to rip them away you watched as she teased you. You hardly heard the words spilling from her lips about how you interested her. No your eyes glued to the fingers working on undoing the buttons of her waistcoat. Tantalisingly slowly, you couldn't help but moan out as it was discarded to the floor. Your thoughts were dizzying and soon enough she was confidently prowling into the water coming to stand in front of you.

Your mouth opened and shut but no sound came out causing her to close your mouth with her slender finger. "Oh my darling this is going to be so much" she all but purred out keeping your gaze as she eased you out of the water to your full height. "Don't be shy little love" she murmured before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You instantly responded to her and brought your hands around her neck. It's funny how a sweet innocent kiss can quickly morph into a passionate, needy and desire filled kiss. Before you even knew it hands were roaming over each others skin, the water rippling around you both in response to the needy motions. You pulled away for air leaving her lips free to attack your neck. And as soon as she found the spot that made you release a moan she made sure to mark it. "You look so pretty with my bruises on your skin. Pet can I ?" She whispered into your ear watching your eyes close in desire of what she wanted to do. You nodded and brought her lips back for another kiss.

Lesso trailed a hand down your body feeling you stiffen as she ran into the scars that lay on your stomach. She made sure to reassure you that they were perfect just as the rest of your body was. When her fingers found your aching centre you could've cried. Instantly spreading your legs giving her more access to the area she wanted. The kisses swallowing your moans, as your hands gripped at her body. Searching for more contact you pulled away to beg for her. "Please Lesso, please I need you" your whines were cut off when she trailed her fingers through your soaked centre. It was then two slender fingers slipped into your aching cunt you cried out, not caring where you were or who would hear. Her thrusts were fast and hard, and bringing you to the edge of release embarrassingly quick. Just as you danced around the edge of your bliss did she slip her fingers from your core laughing at the whines you let out.

"Oh y/n, it won't be that easy. You can by my good whore and earn it correct?" She taunted and your fuzzy brain immediately setting your body in motion. You sprang forward, capturing your lips in a kiss as you slipped your thigh between her legs. Your hands trailing over every inch of skin you could before settling to pinch at her hardened buds before rolling them between your thumb and index fingers. Her hips rutting against your thigh, moans tumbling out in forms of praise. You couldn't help but need her more because of her the sounds she made, in an attempt to hear more, you moved your lips to her neck to nip and suck at her pulse point. Her hand moved to your hair to hold you against her neck as she came hard over your thigh. You smirked against her neck as she rode her high out.

Once the older women had caught her breath she immediately snaked a hand to your centre and began to toy with your clit. The pleasure from before came rushing back instantly. You were so desperate for release it didn't take you long to beg her. And she was enjoying every little mewl and whimper that you let free. You cried out her name as you came when she nipped at your ear growling your permission to cum. Only then once you had rode your climax out did she remove her fingers from your centre. "Don't you look so pretty, all spent and stated" she purred out coming to hold you closer to her body. All you could do was hum out a response and settle against her. "So pretty for me y/n, come let's go get warm inside yes?" She whispered before carrying you out of the water and helping you dry and dress before magically drying and dressing herself. A little chuckle escaped her noticing how you were standing on shaky legs. You vaguely remember her carrying you into the school for Evil before you were settled into her bed drifting off to sleep in her arms.

Word count~ 1616

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #ask answered #anon asks #lovely anon

[rewritingcanon]

ok here are some of the one part melbourne hpcc play highlights (part one only because i need to make two seperate posts… they’re too long together) in an attempted chronological order:

part one

first off, why so many dilfs? like not to be like this person about a family friendly play but seriously harry? draco? RON? RON RON RON OH MY GOD 🧎‍♀️ michael whalley please one chance

ron’s voice was very… mhmm. it was good.

harry got more attractive as he got more depressed too..

and also draco’s buttons and cuffs were sparkling and he had many silver rings on his fingers. ill leave it at that

anyways if we were to talk about actual content: the first train carriage scene was so gold omg. right before it started - karl sat down in scorpius’s carriage, seemed to realise who he was sitting with and then immediately this look of horror crossed over his face and he BOLTED away 😭😭 he ended up sitting with james sirius and craig loll

yann and polly were in a carriage together the cuties

also polly was in bicycle shorts the whole time. it was like a cloak and then just black bicycle shorts fr. idk if the actress just didnt have her pants or sum because i found out later that she was a cover (which is CRAZY because she played myrtle and polly so extremely well, she literally sounded exactly like myrtle im not kidding, aisha aidara has so much talent fr)

rose hostile side eye at scorpius when him and albus are talking for the first time i swearrrr shes so funny she was literally like this the entire time

rose looked so pleased with herself when she said “the rumour is that hes voldemort’s son! ☺️☺️” then she realises that both scorp and al are extremely uncomfortable and goes “😧😧😧well its not like its true! 😰 you clearly have a nose 😝” shes so funny bro

when albus was sorted into slytherin craig seemed to be the only one (besides scorpius) excited about it but then composed himself when he saw everyone else’s reactions

in wand dance (which is still the funkiest song of the whole score)— albus’s movement with his cloak wasnt as graceful as everyone else’s transitions in the dance, like he was messing up even that. he was more flinging it then twirling it around and his expression was one of a constant state of annoyance, like he’s aware he’s always messing up but he can’t change it because he doesn’t know how to. its why im grateful for sitting so close to the stage because i don’t think i would’ve recognised this (and other later acting i’ll talk about)

in between the first and second year with draco and harry mirroring each other was not gone unnoticed but was funny asf still.

like here’s harry trying to talk to his kid when karl runs up with his whole belly out wanting an autograph

and then you have draco who yann walks by once and he’s immediately glaring this boy down. like yann literally started ZOOMING AWAY 🏃‍♂️💨 bc draco’s intimidation tactics are so intense

scorpius sniffs rose twice whilst trying to flirt with her. w rizz.

the scene with amos, harry and albus was just ungh *chef’s kiss*

you can literally see the plan forming in albus’s head as he listens to them and his anger at his dad as he’s listening to them, harry’s discomfort at lying to amos whilst also being put to blame for cedric’s death yet again and amos’ bumbling confused pain. like idk george henare plays amos so well it was literally painful to watch

delphi’s eye makeup was so slay. tbh everything about her character was amazing

idk why i just noticed it but delphi literally acts like scorpius when her and albus first meet. awkward, unassuming, clumsy and nonthreatening and seemingly very sweet and funny. hmm.

if you take into account that she was in the background during the 9 3/4 scenes and have the opinion that she was planning on meeting albus for years, and observing him and his family the entire time, then she probably also purposefully tried to mimic the only person albus was known for getting along with, which was scorpius. HMMMM.

when delphi first meets harry she was smiling at him and looking at him with these wide eyes that can be mistaken for awe but as soon as she and amos were out of his line of sight and were leaving the stage she stopped smiling immediately but continued to look at him. the focus lights were off her and the scene was already changing but I NOTICED and it was fucking ominous

i could see how some of the effects worked when sitting up close. for instance i know that the incendio flames and the consequent fire were from tubes that were set into the pillars of st jeromes church. i could see some of the strings when things were flying around. bane’s two-body centaur was more noticeable and less smooth. when ron got kissed by the dementor i thought he was kissing back because he was discreetly holding the dementor by the waist 😭😭 then i realised he was hooking himself onto the dementor to be carried off

BUT there were some tricks that even i literally couldn’t explain and the one that comes to mind is when harry and ginny appeared in the bed during the post-nightmare bedroom scene. like how tf did that happen?? how????? i literally cannot think of anything besides the the actor and actress hiding in the mattress and then emerging BECAUSE LITERALLY HOW ELSE

ginny and harry slandering dumbledore in the bedroom scene 🫶🫶

draco looking at the audience like he’s ryan in the office every time harry says something. especially during the scene in the ministry meeting where harry says his scar is hurting. bro was so done with him.

when albus and scorpius were escaping the hogwarts express scorpius attempted to climb out onto the train’s roof first and he was sticking his leg out and pulling back in, and then sticking his leg out and pulling back in and then he turns to albus like 😧🫴 “i have never done this before bro” look on his face so albus pushes him away and just yanks himself out 💀

“my son is missing” “SO IS MINE” so good, the line delivery was perf

you know i’ve heard lots of people go on and on about how nyx calder plays the perfect scorpius and i totally get the hype now. even the way he stands is accurate to how i envision scorpius. and he’s always fidgeting with his hands, giving this impression of a cute little dorky german boy. his posture is always super straight and his hands are usually clasped which makes him look proper but awkward and very sweet, i love him, very superb acting through body language

speaking of which when amos was roasting the shit out of albus, scorpius looked so terrified. he was gripping albus’s robes and trying to pull him away 😭

“go to your room” being the first thing out of scorpius’s mouth to albus as soon as he’s polyjuiced as harry 💀

ron/albus tried to hide with scorp and delphi when hermione and harry were coming and they pushed him out of the office forcibly 😭😭

albus/ron was the number one instigator that whole scene was fucking funny and it was the first time i could watch it without cringing

when ron blocked the door from hermione he squatted and started t-posing in front of the door and went “im 🕺not🕺blocking🕺anything.” this whole scene was probably the funniest part of the play especially the “I WANT ANOTHER BABY OR A HOLIDAY AND I WILL INSIST ON IT”

also the line where hermione is like “there better not be another stink pellet in there” to ron/albus is replaced by “there better not be another romantic firework display in there” i love them sm

when ron/albus said to hermione that she married ron because of his “puckish sense of fun,” he was saying it a little flatly with this big awkward smile on his face and he was double thumbs-upping her. it looked so fourteen year old core lmfaooo

scorpius started hyperventilating on the ground when delphi and albus got swallowed by the book case and literally started crawling on all fours like *pat pat pat* cmon scorpius *pat* think!! *pat pat*

scorpius standing in between both albus and delphi talking… farther off in the forbidden forest as they were laughing. he looked so defensive like his hands were clenched and his whole body was tense, and when delphi said “wizzo” it seemed to snap scorpius out of whatever he was thinking and he went up to them and said (very sharply, mind you) “what’s wizzo?” like that’s HIS catchphrase. bro was jealoussssss heheeehehe

and when albus quizzed delphi instead of scorpius like usual, scorpius looked like he had been slapped

then when delphi said “im flattered but do you honestly think i can pass as a student” to albus scorpius started shaking his head aggressively and not so inconspicuously doing the cut-it-out hand gesture to albus 😭😭

when delphi kissed albus, scorpius flinched… and then slowly put his own cheek out and delphi literally was like “mmm no” 😭

scorpius said “you look sweaty and red” to albus after the kiss, it didnt sound light-hearted like the other times it did when i saw the play, but accusatory. hmm. interesting.

scorpius also said “sweaty and red” instead of “pale and red” like the script and i might be biased and reading too much into it, but i was thinking about why they might change something so minuscule. maybe because “sweaty” gives a grosser connotation then “pale,” and i genuinely think in this revised version of the play albus isn’t supposed to have a crush on delphi

when scorpius and albus are alone together looking at the school, and talking about how beautiful it is and how they each view their lives at present, scorpius was looking out at the view the whole time but halfway through the scene albus stops looking at the view and starts looking at scorpius instead!!! um!!! with this very soft look on his face as well, until they’re interrupted by hearing their parents come. guys. im not kidding. its so gay usually but up close the play is even worse my jaw was dropping.

albus’s “ZORRY HERZMIONE I ZINK HE HAZ GOZZEN YOU MIZZED WIZZ ZUMUN ELZZZE” in bad german accents and scorpius’s very manly, very loud “YEZZZZ 👹💪” 

when albus and scorpius got caught by harry and co. albus went “hi dad 😙” and his voice was so high, bro was scared 😭😭

i have to think about whether i miss gryffindor albus or not. maybe. i think i kinda do bc it shows how albus being a loser isn’t dependent on his house (and neither is his connection to scorpius). but yeah that whole plotline was scrapped and albus just remained in slytherin in this timeline.

when harry told albus to stay away from scorpius, harry tried to leave it at that and leave but albus started to chase harry out of the hospital because bro was that desperate. his feet were literally bare (im pretty sure this is in the script too but seeing it live is so… god.)

the seperate scene where ron and hermione meet each other in private at the top of the staircase is merged with the scene where albus meets the new not-funny ron. and they both meet on top of the staircase with the light spotlighting them, and its very clear that they are in love with each other

hermione is about to walk off when ron calls her back and she immediately turns around and goes right back to him, her face is so happy 😭

and its so sad because this whole scene mirrors scorpius and albus so exactly in the staircase ballet. like if not in love, why mirroring ron and hermione throughout the play? (even in dark world, which i’ll get into later…)

anyways, staircase ballet: scorpius and albus stare at each other total of three times. and when i mean stare, i mean the light reflects off of them and they are frozen in prolonged silence (longing). once when the staircases meet, another when albus is on the ground and scorpius is at the top of the staircase, unreachable from him. last time is when the staircases stop at a cross section, and they’re standing, looking at each other. and from my angle i could see albus’s face the best, and i feel like it could be interpreted by either seeming apologetic or desperate, either way there was this very pleading look on his face.

they both froze when the saw each other and still look on the verge of moving to one another and then the staircases move off as soon as scorpius starts walking towards him.

albus looks so disappointed because HE WANTED SCORP TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE because he’s too scared to do it himself. he ends up just sitting on the staircase and dropping his bag beside him in defeat, and looking away. scorpius still stands and watches albus go off. yah its as queer as i remember it. glad this wasnt cut.

draco was fixing and adjusting the furniture whilst duelling harry. idk if the furniture just wasnt on the mark on stage but it was fucking adorable. he kept fixing the chairs up and then patting it nervously ☹️ idc if it wasn’t intentional it seemed in character to me for him to just be a total busybody even in the midst of a duel

ginny’s micro-expressions at draco when he talks about how lonely he felt at school were amazing. harry looked a little uncomfortable when he was speaking but ginny looked really sympathetic to him, and draco notices this and thats why he speaks on “i know you must feel the same ginny” and shes like “i do” which immediately changes harry’s discomfort to shock, then i feel like he starts taking draco seriously

seen the play three times and during the fight scene with scorpius and albus, scorpius has acted differently each time. first time, scorpius was literally sobbing when talking to him, second time he was literally screaming at him in anger, third time he was just disappointed asf in him. i think this time was the best for his characterisation but god it hurt each time

mcgonagall’s “if i didn’t see you, then i didn’t see you” and she does this big over-exaggerated shrug and starts creeping away like a cartoon character to insinuate to albus and scorpius that shes leaving. i love her 😭

also when albus and scorpius were talking about their next plan i realised their bags are so different: albus has this raggedy big ass brown messenger bag and scorpius has this shiny, small, flashy, zesty little pouch. there are two types of gays.

myrtle was literally hitting on scorpius lmfao scorpius was just like 😨 the entire time

and of course myrtle’s “hello draco 😏 heloooooo harryyy 😻” nah because i get her

craig is such a fucking busy body he was trying to manage harry, ginny, draco AND mcgonagall and only stopped when draco pushed him away and death glared him 😭

erm why was umbridge hot asf. idfk the dark world looks really good on her guys

here’s part two

#harry potter #hp #cursed child #hpcc #scorpius malfoy #romione #albus severus potter #scorbus #draco malfoy #hinny #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hermione granger #rose granger weasley #yann fredericks #dolores umbridge #minerva mcgonagall #karl jenkins #james sirius potter #craig bowker jr #polly chapman #scorose #delphini riddle #amos diggory #cedric diggory #drinny #bane #rgw tag #bane hp #rewriting

[midnightsun-if]

Just wanted to share this— I had this idea in my head for a bit (it’ll be a bit more polished/refined within the actual game) for two of my characters that you’ll meet within Avalon… And, I just truly wanted to share it with you all!

[Choice: Fire & Brimstone]

A wall of heat blasts against your face the moment you enter— settling over your body like a second skin, weighted in its intensity, but it does little to detract your attention from the rest of the store. Your eyes widening in surprise at what you see: a small pond of lava, clearly enchanted, takes up the epicenter of the store, sending a soft fizzling noise through the air, as it bubbles with molten wisps. Surrounding the main attraction lays various tables and shelves, all made of shimmering obsidian, with weapons of various designs proudly out on display— the ground, a miasma of moss stone and fire glass, broken into paths that wind through the shelves; all lead towards a back area that looks like a dimly lit cave.

“Can I help you?”

The gruff voice pulls your attention from your observations— wherein you’re met with the form of a hulking man. Dark eyes, not unlike the obsidian tables, situated underneath thick eyebrows, with a gnarled scar through the left one, stare at you with an impassive expression. Beige skin is cast in a reddish glow from the pond, dotted with a variety of scars near his knuckles and hands— a particularly deep one rising from his right forearm to his elbow. You’re not sure what to make of the man and, as the seconds tick by, he finally steps forward once more, this time with a small smile gracing slightly chapped lips.

“Sorry about no one being here” He looks around as if to showcase his point, a genial expression falling over his face. “Name’s Grimm.” The man, Grimm, holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

[After Choice]

“Do you own this store?” You finally ask, letting go of his hand. “Make all of these weapons?”

A rumbling chuckle, not unlike two rocks crashing against each other, escapes him. “Me? Nah, I just run the business side of things. If you want to meet Cinder, the true expertise, you came at the right time.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s almost time for lunch.”

With that Grimm turns to the small table you hadn’t noticed before, wedged against the side of a larger display case— with only a single bell resting on top of it. At your no doubt dubious expression, one that he catches upon looking back at you, Grimm explains: “It’s enchanted, like a lot of this place. You’d be surprised how specific frequencies can travel through here.”

His words are proven true when he rings it— a dulcet note echoes through the expanse of the store, bouncing off the walls like you were truly in a cavern, and within a moment the shadows seem to converge from the cave in the very back and shift towards where you and Grimm stood.

You’re not exactly sure what you were expecting, but the figure that steps from the confines of the darkness certainly isn’t it. Raven black hair falls in messy waves around an elegant face, only a few strands still being held back in the bun it must have once been in, while sharp red eyes, a color not unlike the lava behind her, stare daggers through you. If her presence didn’t cast such a wide effect, you might have chuckled at the sheer absurdity of the height difference between her petite frame and Grimm’s hulking mass. Tawny skin glows underneath the lighting of the store, casting off an almost ethereal aura. Ironic, you muse. As she’s most definitely a demon.

“You better have my food, Grimm. I don’t have time to deal with this shit.”

#midnight sun #midsun: avalon #just wanted to share this fun concept I had with you all #💜💜💜

[yandere-sins]

So I had a request. Could I get a Obey Me fix with Yan!Lucifer falling for a darling that recently fell from the Celestial Realm? Thanks so much!

Thanks for the request ♥ Enjoy!

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"Does it hurt?"

You couldn't help yourself from chuckling bitterly at the sentiment, Lucifer's feather brush gliding through the scorched black remnants of your wings. He tried his best to accommodate the pain and crumbling of your once so beautifully pure feathers, but it was only a charade that you both played, pretending it would help to tend to them as if you hadn't fallen from grace. Of course it hurt; both his touch and your reflection in the mirror.

Nothing about the image reflected at you reminded you of yourself. You no longer felt like a beautiful angel, seeing how all that was pure and good once had turned to ash, hellfire having burned the ends of your hair crisp and short and swallowed the better portion of what had once been the most loyal wings of the Celestial Realm. Pride ruined men, but it also grasped its greedy hands towards the angels that were just a little too perfect.

Like you.

But in your case, it wasn't just a metaphor to describe the tragic end of your angelical self; it was the true, bitter reality. If not for God's favorite, the fallen son, the most beautiful of all angels, you'd not be in this situation. Had Lucifer not meddled with what he wanted but wasn't his to take, you'd not be sitting in his bathroom, miserable and in pain, having him brush and destroy the last bit of your scorched dignity.

Once you were respected, looked up to. Now, you were just another fallen angel like any other. Well, not exactly like any other, seeing as you were Pride's favorite, but close enough. At least you were ugly enough to match the pitiful, degraded angels of hell, with hellfire ash smearing down your cheeks like washed-down mascara and your body wrapped in bandages to cover the severe burns of your holy shell. The bodily wounds would heal, you were assured. You'd return a changed creature once you've accepted your new self. But could you ever, with much more severe wounds deep inside you?

Sniffling, your nose was still entirely clogged with snot from hours of crying and whining at Lucifer's feet. Had it not been his fault, you would have been glad that you weren't alone, in pain and devastated as you were. Emotions you had never had to feel before, unable to deal with them. Feelings you didn't know you could experience. If humans had to feel these, they were pitiful indeed. Damn it, that was very human of you to think as well.

"It'll get better," Lucifer assured you again, never letting you suffocate in the despair even if you wanted to. He watched your lifeless eyes staring into his bathroom mirror - trying to find any meaning to your life now - intently. Feeling every flinch of pain on your body with the tips of his fingers, he roamed you like the possession you were to him. His gaze looked deep into your soul, and you felt him sucking it out in the attempt to know you, absorb you even. He wanted to know everything about you, even the things you didn't say out loud.

"How can you say that," you muttered, voice shaking. A surge of anger spread through you, your wings bristling. Lucifer took a step back as they began to crumble, ash coating his clothes like a diminutive form of revenge. Your eyes met in the reflection, a not-in-the-least-regretful 'tsks' reprimanding you after he told you not to move your already fragile limbs.

"It was you who dumped that brazier over my head, and yet you don't feel any remorse, do you?"

Calling him out so crudely was something you had never done before. But what did it matter now? There were no virtues to uphold now that they didn't matter anymore. No one below the Celestial Realm cared for virtue, loyalty, or even truthfulness, and you'd never be allowed to return to where you belonged. You already didn't feel like you belonged there anymore either...

Still, you wouldn't have said anything out of respect, but Lucifer be damned, why should you care now? It was all meaningless now anyway.

"Settle," he merely instructed—or rather, commanded. His hand fell to your shoulder, assertively pushing you down into the stool. "Stop being hostile; I saved you."

At that, you couldn't help but fight against his push again, flaring the bony remnants of your wings and puffing yourself up. "Saved me? Do I look like I am saved?! You defaced me! Ripped me away from my life! What about forcing me to fall from grace was 'saving' me?!"

Lucifer's gaze fell from yours back to your wings. He took a step forward without hesitation, placing the brush on top of the healthiest remaining feathers again. The ones that the flames pooling around your feet hadn't reached only burned. Without humoring your outbreak of emotions, he began to brush them again in downward strokes, carefully, slowly. As if he knew what he was doing. As if he had done it many times before.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "Your wings will come back stronger, and your tears will disappear in the embrace of my arms. And once you are ready to accept your new life, that I did it for us, you'll see what I've known much longer than you: that you love me. I waited for a long time for you to come to me, so you can't blame me for taking the initiative when you were finally within my reach. They tried to keep you away from where you belonged, right here, with me. We all flourished down here, and so will you by my side."

Defeated, you sagged into your seat, listening to the maddening lies he spun to defend himself. Of course, you couldn't expect an apology from someone that never apologized. If there was one damned soul out there that could get away with walking over all the others, it was Lucifer. And he was good at it too. With decades of experience ahead of you, you felt his manipulative excuses nib at your new feelings; the anxiety, insecurities.

"I won't let them hurt you any longer. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, not even yourself. You still have to learn what it means to have fallen, but I will teach you. I'll be the strong shoulder you can always count on. I am...”

He took a long, deep breath, the mood changing as he grew more serious with every word he spoke. He was preparing for the final stab, the one that would change the outcome of the war raging between you two still. Putting his brush aside, Lucifer leaned down, kissing the space between your pitiful wings veneratively. His striking red eyes reappeared in the reflection behind you as his lips traveled to the back of your head, finishing the sentence against the remains of your once graceful hair that was turning darker by the second.

"I am all that you have now."

It was enough to make you weep.

Because he was right. You really had no one else. Everyone else down here wouldn't care, and everyone up there would disown you after what happened, thinking you did this to yourself.

"Feel free to unwrap the bandages and take a shower. You'll feel better," Lucifer ushered as you began to weep into your hands. Even when he left, rather coldly, making sure you'd feel the loss of his presence next to you all the more severely, you couldn't bring yourself to get up or do anything. You'd have rather burned with your last feather, save yourself from your fate as Lucifer dictated it to you so perfectly practiced for this moment. You'd have done anything, so you didn't have to rely on the devil that ruined your life.

But when he found you still in the same state as he left you minutes later, Lucifer merely sighed before a slight grin crept on his face as he reached for a towel. "Let me help," he offered in sinister innocence. You thought you reached the bottom of misery, but there was not one good intention in Lucifer's soul when the opportunity arose to show you just how much farther you could fall.

He might have been God's favorite in heaven, but there was a reason that Lucifer was the worst angel in hell.

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[chocoenvy]

Happy Birthday to you...

Sagau!Diluc x Reader

what if reader and an acolyte shared a birthday?

10000% self indulgent. I've had the thought of sharing a birthday with an acolyte for a hot minute now due to the fact that Diluc and I share a birthday. And now that our birthday has finally come around I decided to write about it! Happy birthday Diluc and to anyone else out there that shares our birthday!!!!!

Warnings: Cult behaviors, fluffy, Diluc isn't exactly fond of reader but doesn't hate them either

The festival left a bitter taste in his mouth. It had ever since he was a kid. Sugary snacks and the creator's favorite cakes out on display did nothing to him, in fact it merely made him scrunch his nose in distaste.

It was the same thought every year, nobody cared to celebrate his birthday because of you. Because the all-creator was born this day. It should be an honor to be blessed with creation, to be so closely intertwined and favored by the creator to share a birthday with them. He was chosen is what everybody would tell him.

Except this day was never his special day. Not like he needed it anymore, birthdays stopped having meaning when he was quite young, however he still had bitter memories of it from when he was young.

His eyes caught onto kids blowing dandelions, making birthday wishes to the All-Creator. His maroon eyes held distaste, briskly walking back into his house. He was seen around the festival, he bought a little cake for himself, and now he could say he did the bare minimum. He could go home now without Kaeya and whoever else on his back about worshipping the creator.

Before he even realized it, he sat at his desk in Dawn Winery. With a quill in his dominant hand, he hesitated for a moment before beginning to write a letter to the traveler - your first vessel - as it had become customary.

The letter had derailed quickly, filling up the entire page in slightly messy handwriting. Honestly, the whole thing was unbecoming of him. Being so affected by this and then writing his feelings out in a letter. It all felt so... wrong. With a grim glare, he held the letter he had wrote, and it erupted into flames.

*~

Midnight struck and in your cozy home, you smiled as your device showed the date April 30th. A message popped up at the top of your screen, and you immediately knew what it was.

You eagerly went to see the letter sent by Diluc but was shocked to see how long it was.

With furrowed brows and eagerness in your stomach, you started reading:

Dear Traveler,

Today is not only my birthday, but yours as well. I have no doubt it is a joyous day considering all you have done for Teyvat. However... today is also the day the All-Creator blessed the Earth. The day their human vessel took form for the first time. It's a common legend, perhaps you've heard of it?

Well, either way, festivals are held on this day. Grand and full of splendor and things the All-Creator adores. I've always been seen as blessed to share this day with them but... it doesn't feel like I'm sharing. Ever since I was a child they overshadowed my birthday, and then so much happened as a kid. It made me ponder, if there was truly a merciful god, why would they allow such things to happen? If there were such thing as a god, why would they not grace us with their presence? Why not celebrate their birthday with us? Why not allow me to have this day as well?

Perhaps my ramblings sound like that of a madman, and perhaps they are. I doubt you could understand my plight as the hero of Teyvat. I'm sure everyone celebrates your existence no matter the circumstances.

Perhaps if my father were still around he would celebrate with me. Perhaps if I had done things differently.

It's all in the past now. This day is no longer my joyous day, but even still, I hope you have a good day. May all your wishes come true. If you wish to celebrate with me, I'll be at Dawn WInery as usual. I can get you some sparkling grape juice and we can have a meal we'd both enjoy for our birthday. If you so wish though it's fine if you don't show up. I've sent along a special ticket for Dawn Winery. Just give it to anyone at the Winery and they'll give you the food and gift I've prepared. Even if you don't want it, I merely ask you make use of it. Give it away or hold onto it if you so wish.

May your birthday be one to remember until our next.

Sincerely, Diluc.

For a moment, you merely stared at the screen, your jaw slack from shock. What the hell was his man going on about?

Lore-wise, had Kaeya managed to get him drunk on his birthday? Was that Hoyoverse's explanation for the bullshit he was spewing. But even then, none of this had been explained before hand. Who was this All-Creator? Why was Diluc acting so odd in the letter?

What was happening?

You mulled the thoughts over in your head as you pulled up the character screen, staring at Diluc. Whether he was important to your or not was irrelevant at the moment, he was your birthday buddy and he had just sent you a very odd letter. Did Hoyoverse put in the effort to have exclusive letters for if you and another character shared a birthday? Surely not. They can barely give you some scraps of food for their birthdays, much less exclusive gifts and letters.

Then you remembered the gift Diluc had mentioned. You checked your backpack for it and, sure enough, there was a special ticket.

"Dawn Winery VIP Ticket." You muttered, "A gift from Diluc on his and yours birthday. Turn it in at Dawn Winery and maybe you'll get something special. Diluc mentioned a meal and a gift in his letter."

You hummed, your brows furrowed, staring intently at the screen. As though if you scrunched up your nose and stared suspiciously at the ticket for long enough it'd give you the answers you were looking for.

After a minute of this, you roughly sighed and shrugged, exiting out of the backpack and going to your party set up. It was Diluc's birthday, so you might as well go to Dawn Winery with him.

A chuckle bubbled up in the back of your throat at the thought of Hoyoverse actually implementing a birthday activity with one of the characters. Now that was wishful thinking. But still, you could pretend. Plus, at the very least, maybe the ticket could get you some cool item or recipe.

So, with Diluc as the leader of your party, you made your way to Dawn Winery.

He felt your presence within him, urging him to run run run to the winery. Jumping down cliffs with agility and speed he never knew a mortal such as him could posses until your hand graced him.

It's the same thing each and every acolyte experiences. But he was surprised to see you so eagerly posses his body and use him to sprint as fast as possible to the winery. Were you really that excited to see what he had prepared? He didn't think you'd even care. You had never cared all of his other birthdays, where he had to celebrate alone. Where you overshadowed any and all birthday wishes he could have ever received.

So why now were you so interested in his little gift? Was it selfishness? Curiosity? Surely such a noble and supreme god such as yourself couldn't care for such trivial mortal matters. That's why all of he others whom had sent letters with offers to spend their precious time with you never got anything. You'd never shown up, too busy with godly duties or whatever their excuse was to save face. It had become standard practice by now to offer it up and for you to not show up.

So why now? Why his birthday were you rushing to turn in the ticket, with him as well?

Self-centeredness perhaps? The fact that it was your birthday and perhaps that's why you're rushing to celebrate his birthday. Nothing else mattered unless it's centered around you. At least that's the conclusion he came to. It's the only one that made sense to him.

You made it to the Winery with a pep in your step. It was then that you realized that there wasn't a specific person you were told to hand it to.

You roughly sighed, realizing that it was indeed another null note that meant nothing.

"Curse you Hoyoverse." You frowned, comically shaking your fist.

You shrugged and headed in anyways. Might as well pay a visit it Elzer and the ugly ass model the poor man got cursed with, and also a teeny tiny part of you was just a tad hopeful.

You cringed back when you saw his model, remembering how the manga had depicted him and now... he just had an ugly npc model.

You clicked on the speak option and the screen went black.

"Hello there your grace!" Text popped up where it usually would, under the name of Elzer, "Is there something you'd like to give me perhaps...?" He trailed off as though he already knew why you had came here, and your inventory popped up.

For a minute, you sat there in stunned silence. Staring at the black screen, your backpack, and then the words. Your grace. He'd said.

For a moment, fear struck your heart. Then realization hit you, "Oh!" You laughed it off, "Right, Elzer calls Diluc his grace." You shook your head at how you'd freaked out. The black screen was probably another glitch.

Still, it was a bit odd that he was referring to Diluc in particular. What if you had been a different character? What if you didn't even have Diluc?

"Hoyoverse? Putting effort into their game? Aha-" You chuckled, shaking your head and clicking on the only lit up item in your inventory. The ticket from Diluc's letter.

"Ah! The ticket from the master!" Elzer said, "Thank you for this, I'm sure the master will be delighted. Please, come this way, your grace."

Something was off... was Elzer... speaking directly to you? He was mentioning Diluc so that meant he wasn't talking to him... why was he calling you your grace?

Your head spun, the loading screen popped up and your body went slack. The only thing you could hear was the Dawn Winery music and then slowly... the smell of alcohol.

#the first thing reader does when they get to teyvat is put diluc's hair in a high ponytail #sagau #genshin self aware #genshin cult au #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #diluc #diluc x reader #happy birthday diluc!!!!!!!!!!!! #surprisingly i did not lose the 50/50 to him #i lost it to keking.... #well either way im still waiting for jean to come home #i have klee AND albedo miss ma'am pls come home the kids miss you :( #lowkey tempted to make a part two to this though... just a tad... #okay i want to make a part two just so i can include diluc singing happy birthday to the reader woopsies

[napollya-inspiration]

Welcome back to another WIP Wednesday. Even though I have been working more on Lovestruck, I've decided to share some more rowing with y'all. I'm still deep in the enemies phase so...

(rule: post a snippet from your current wip to share with everyone, tag others to participate)

“Maybe you should stick to the exercise we are all trying to accomplish together,” Napoleon hisses. “Instead of pretending you are any better than us who have all medaled in this boat before.” Illya snorts. “You are 3V boat for a reason. It is obvious. Victor loses rhythm at low rates. You rush your recovery and then let shoulder drop which makes your blade sky. Logan muscles his stroke and drops his hands at the catch. The boat has been set for maybe a total of two strokes throughout this entire practice. None of you would survive a row in a single.” Napoleon tilts his head, eyes cold. “Then why are you here, huh? You transferred halfway through your major but not to any school with a great program. No, you came to Laurelhurst. A school that doesn’t even have a sculling program. You would have had your pick after the World Championships and you know it. Instead, you decided to stay in Russia. Until now.”  Illya feels the blood in his veins start to boil. He knows exactly where this is headed. Napoleon cannot know. No one had made an official statement. “I don’t know what you did but you fell from grace all the way here. It’s not for lack of trying by the way. I found one of your old teammates online. Hey, Peril, is it true your mother took money for-” Illya doesn’t know how it happens. One moment he’s in his seat; the next, he has Napoleon hanging off the side of the boat, his nose and Illya’s knuckles bloody. “Hey! HEy!” Illya is distantly aware of the shouting around him, but all he can see is Napoleon’s smug grin and his bust lips forming the words, “you’re out.”

No pressure tag going out to @cha-melodius @heytheredeann @justabigoldnerd @bighandsforabigheart @pippinoftheshire

#napollya #wip: about knives and spoons #napoleon x illya #nici writes #napollya fanfic

[luckyqueenreign]

HC’s for Ozzy teaching MC to dance and the songs they would dance too? 🥺👉👈

Ok i actually have a little scenario that immediately started to play out in my head when you sent this… (mc and Ozzy are still not together in this scenario)

The islanders get a text that the girls will be competing in Miss Love Island similar to s2 when the boys competed. There’s going to be a talent portion, swimsuit and a speech as to why they’d be the best choice for Miss LI. All of the girls break off into different areas of the villa to practice their talent and speeches. Some are singing, playing instruments, but MC chooses to dance. As MC is headed for a secluded spot to practice her complicated dance routine Ozzy stops her and asks her if she needs help, to which she says yes. As they’re practicing MC sees a completely different side to Ozzy, she always knew he was passionate about dance but rn she can see it in his face. He’s so serious and concentrating so intently on every movement of her body. At first he only corrects her form verbally but when MC is still not understanding what he means he comes up close behind her pressing his body into hers and adjusting her hips exactly how he wants them. With his hands on her waist he moves behind her, guiding her body to follow his. As much as MC is trying to pay attention and learn the moves, she can’t because of the feelings she’s ignored for so long are bubbling to the surface. She also notices that she’s not the only one affected by their proximity 👀 bc of this he releases her and asks her to try again. But there’s a clear energy shift now. The room is electrified and there’s clear sexual tension between them. She asks him can you just show me again one more time, he comes up slow behind her and again pressing his body into hers he shows her the moves again. This time slower, more sensual. When the dance finishes, they’re both out of breath but he doesn’t let go of her like in the other times. She turns around to face him, he’s still holding her close, and his eyes are hungry for her but his face still looks so conflicted. MC parts her lips slightly, staring into his eyes and this was enough of an invitation for Ozzy. He pulls her even closer and doesn’t hold back, all the weeks of hiding his true feelings for her comes out as he kisses her passionately with of all of that pent up desire. As they’re both giving into their true wants, the kiss is heating up but they hear a text go off in the villa, and several footsteps headed in what seems like their direction. They immediately separate and try to fix themselves but their breathing is off and both of their lips are swollen and rosy from the kiss. Amelia and her LI rush into the room excitedly to come and get MC, they didn’t realize Ozzy would be here too they assumed he’d be with Grace. Amelia immediately notices the vibe but plays it off like everything is fine she grabs MC and locks arms with her and tells her about the text, that the challenge is about to begin and they need to get ready so they rush off to the dressing rooms.

Songs I think would play during this scenario…or just reflect the feelings here.

“Love on the brain” by Rihanna

“ICU” by Coco Jones

“Hailey’s Comet” by Billie Eilish

“Happiness is a butterfly” by Lana Del Rey

“Pov” by Ariana Grande

“More than Friends” by Isabel LaRosa

“I Want You Around” by Snoh Aalegra

#litg ozzy hc #love island the game #litg mc #litg #love island game #litg s6 #litg double trouble #litg ozzy #litg ozzy head canon #love island the game double trouble #double trouble #litg playlist