#maybe there could be an enemies to lovers arc as well....

[thepictureofjune]

The Tortured Poets Departement of schloss einstein

— relating songs to characters and relationships because in my eyes, everyone is a little sad

Hallo. Wilkommen. This is me trying to relate everything I somewhat like to my current obsession even if it does not fit at all because this is a kids show and the album is probably anything but relatable to a 12 year old, trying to find a treasure. But I tried and I tried explaining my choices. This is my very insane and over-dramatic interpretation, please just deal with me. 

Disclaimer: hab versucht, mich möglichst auf Staffel 26 und 27 Charaktere zu begrenzen, hat aber (siehe literally erstes Beispiel) manchmal besser bei früheren Charakteren oder Beziehungen gepasst. Btw would love it if anyone could find people to relate the missing songs to. (my chronic rewatching kinda failed me in the end…)

Fortnight - Till und Martha (Staffel 23)

And for a fortnight there, we were forever Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary And I love you, it's ruining my life I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you

For me this fits within the whole Martha Kasimir Till drama and obviously the somewhat enemies to lovers arc Martha and Till had going on. How probably liking Martha ruined Tills life more than it already was because when they kissed for the first time, she was still dating Kasimir and that, of course, ensured a lot of issues probably. 

The Tortured Poets Department - Nesrin und Annika (Staffel 27!)

But you're in self-sabotage mode Throwing spikes down on the road But I've seen this episode and still loved the show Who else decodes you? And who's gonna hold you like me? And who's gonna know you, if not me? I laughed in your face and said "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots" (...) Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be 'Cause we're crazy So tell me, who else is gonna know me?

We get introduced to them as these two best friends who are never really seen without each other. Annika knows Nesrin and Nesrin knows Annika and no one is ever going to get in between them, right? Because then it changes and we get the whole fight of Nesrin not really seeming to know Annika all that well anymore, them constantly fighting because maybe after all, all they had was the pranks they did together and what is their friendship beyond that? What is their friendship now?

Down Bad - Noah und Colin aus Noahs Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1062)

For a moment, I knew cosmic love Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym Everything comes out teenage petulance "Fuck it if I can't have him" "I might just die, it would make no difference" Down bad, wakin' up in blood Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay

Did you take all my old clothes Just to leave me here, naked and alone In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now? They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about The existence of you

I loved your hostile takeovers Encounters closer and closer All your indecent exposures How dare you say that it's— I'll build you a fort on some planet Where they can all understand it How dare you think it's romantic Leaving me safe and stranded 'Cause fuck it, I was in love So fuck you if I can't have us

So Noah kinda knows he likes Colin now, knows that he misses Colin but what if Colin doesn’t miss him? What if Colin already moved on? Nothing would make sense anymore. He lost his best friend and for what? Only to be alone in the end?

Because right now, for all Noah knows, Colin might still be mad at him. 

So Long, London - Noah und Colin aus Colins Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1056) 

I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away My spine split from carrying us up the hill Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe Thinkin', "How much sad did you think I had Did you think I had in me?" Oh, the tragedy

So long, London You'll find someone For so long, London Stitches undone Two graves, one gun I'll find someone And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it My white-knuckle dying grip Holding tight to your quiet resentment And my friends said it isn't right to be scared Every day of a love affair Every breath feels like rarest air When you're not sure if he wants to be there You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place

But Daddy I Love Him - Julia Sponer (Staffel 25 u 26) 

Too high a horse for a simple girl To rise above it They slammed the door on my whole world The one thing I wanted Now I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned Scrеamin', "But, Daddy, I love him I'm havin' his baby" No, I'm not, but you should see your faces I'm tellin' him to floor it through thе fences No, I'm not coming to my senses

This one is mainly for the dramatics of the song, of playing the part and of Julia wanting to take a path (acting) that is usually not really met with great immediate success. 

Fresh Out The Slammer - Lucky und Paulina (Staffel 11 u 12) 

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under For just one hour of sunshine Years of labor, locks, and ceilings In the shade of how he was feeling But it's gonna be alright, I did my time Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches Toss the ashes off the ledge As I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again

Give me one couple in the entirety of Schloss Einstein that screams Partners in Crime better than they do. (also give me one modern character that would be looked at like a criminal - they don’t do them like that anymore) 

Florida!!! - Joyce Simon (Staffel 24 u 25)

Little did you know your home's really only A town you're just a guest in So you work your life away just to pay For a time-share down in Destin (...) The hurricane with my name when it came I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine Well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time Yes, I'm hauntеd, but I'm feeling just fine

One character who never quite seemed to feel at home, who had a friend and still fled the country, who has never had a home because family was always foreign. 

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? - Joshua Hockenbrink (Staffel 27) 

The who's who of "Who's that?" is poised for the attack But my bare hands paved their paths You don't get to tell me about "sad" (...) Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream "Who's afraid of little old me?" You should be The scandal was contained The bullet had just grazed At all costs, keep your good name You don't get to tell me you feel bad Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one morе joke Then we could all just laugh until I cry (...) So tell me everything is not about me But what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me But what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? That I'll sue you if you step on my lawn That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong

A birthday party organized simply to taunt him, the usually slightly mean behavior that drives everyone away and makes you think he is nothing more than rude, nothing more than a villain. But he’s also the boy that seems to want nothing more than to find a place that accepts him. 

loml - Leon und Io aus Leons Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1064) 

We embroidered the memories of the time I was away Stitching, "We were just kids, babe" I said, "I don't mind, it takes time" I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I've felt a glow like this never before and never since (...) You holy ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life You said I'm the love of your life About a million times Who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate (...) I wish I could unrecall How we almost had it all Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can't get out of bed

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Massuda Phanit (Staffel 26 u 27)

I can read your mind "She's having the time of her life There in her glittering prime The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night" I can show you lies 'Cause I'm a real tough kid I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch, smile Even when you wanna die Breaking down, I hit the floor All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting, "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin' I was hittin' my marks I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day

Massuda is glitter, she is smiles in the camera, she is organizing parties and loud music and dancing and…She is also the parents that don’t accept her if she doesn’t have good grades. She is also the one who has to hide her true self whenever her parents turn up. 

Clara Bow - Marlon to Simon (Staffel 27)

"You look like Clara Bow In this light, remarkable All your life, did you know You'd be picked like a rose?" I'm not trying to exaggerate But I think I might die if it happened Die if it happened to me No one in my small town Thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan Take the glory, give everything Promise to be dazzling

This might seem a wee bit crazy but hear me out! Marlon likes Nesrin but he also thinks Nesrin likes Simon. And he knows Simon is probably better at this whole liking someone and flirting with them thing that he will ever be because after all, he’s just the kid with the star bread.

— june🪐

(the anthology comes in a separate part bcs else this is too long to read - it already prob is)

#schloss einstein

[notmoreflippingelves]

I'm just saying that the Elena of Avalor fandom does not know how lucky they are that they don't have an active k*nk meme the way the Ace Attorney fandom does. Because I am not sure the world at large is ready for the absolute mad head canons, scenarios, and ships I would unleash upon them if only there was a designated appropriate, still-active, adults-only place to do so.

#mainly esteban stuff lbh #and many of them involving takaina complications #the inherent eroticism of falling into a crystal well and coming out with unclear new magical powers and a stupid new hairdo #but it's not just him or even the dirtybadwrong ships and scenarios i want to put him in #there's some other things too #like esteban's parents getting saved by sirenas and/or the immortal pirate captain when their ship sank #so he's able to see them again someday #like how queen abigail kind of flirted a bit w/ julio in the shrinking episode #and like maybe if she did so again in front of dona paloma; there could be spicy jealousy #or how maybe somehow abigail/hector “enemies to allies to friends to lovers” arc? #and also how rico clearly had a thing for gabe in the el guapo episode and we could've speedrun rivals to lovers #or alonso and gabe start off as rivals for elena's affection but then ooops now they've caught feelings for each other by mistake #elena of avalor

[insane-brit]

Royalty (Ch. 1)

Muzan Kibutsuji x Soulmate!fem!reader

Part links: Prologue, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three

Tags/warnings: Dialogue, slow burn, dark story/themes, enemies to lovers (or maybe just enemies. who knows), spoilers for Mugen Train Arc, slight spoilers for Entertainment District Arc, slight jealousy, talks of death, worry, anxiety, past memory, some pain, masking worry with optimism. 

A/N: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love on the Prologue. I am excited to continue this story and feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters. This story will be a slow burn as I don’t want to rush it.

Also, I plan to stray from the canon story as this is a fanfic and AU, but will loosely have parts of the canon story incorporated.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word count: 2.5K

“That little girl is not even 8 yet! She shouldn’t be feeling this way Sakonji!” The older woman whispered.

“I know, but there’s not much you can do.”

“Not much I can do? Well, there must be something! I’m not going to stand idly by and watch my granddaughter’s mind deteriorate!”

Hina’s eyes drilled into the angry red mask. She was at a loss, and no one knew how to aid her. There weren’t many people she could go to, much less that she trusted, but out of anyone she thought Urokodaki would have something for her.

“What do you expect me to do Hina? Call upon the spirits and command them to give her a bond? I understand that this is devastating, but that is not how this works.”

The lantern burned low in the hut. A mere hour or two of fuel left before it would cast the room into darkness. The two adults sat next to each other, and farther in front of them, a little girl lay on a dark futon seemingly sound asleep. A lighter-colored blanket covered her form up to her neck, her back facing them. Hina lowered her head to her hand, palm raised to cover her eyes.

“Don’t take me for an idiot. I just don’t know what to do. How do I explain to her that she may never receive a thread?”

Urokodaki remained silent looking at the sleeping child. Turning his head barely to look at the woman.

“You be direct. False truths will only cause more pain in the end.”

She took a sharp breath in, letting the hand fall from her face and onto her lap with a faint smack. “You’re telling me what I don’t want to hear.”

“I know, but you already knew what I was going to say. Now it’s up to you to inform her. I refuse to be the one to do so.”

She paused, looking at her granddaughter before nodding her head.  

He gently put his hand on her back, an attempt at consolation. “Get some rest. You traveled a long way and need your energy for the journey home.” He stood up, walking over to the door before turning to look at her sitting form. “I won't be long. Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.”

Hina lightly scoffed at his remark, rolling her eyes as he closed the door softly behind him. She scooted over to the little girl, leaning down and placing a kiss on the side of her head.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m sorry fate has treated you this way,” She brushed some hair away from the girl’s face. “But I know in my heart you’ll do great things. Soul tie or not.”

Hina turned over, snuffing the lantern out before laying down herself. Unbeknownst to her, her granddaughter opened her eyes, gazing at what little she could see of the wooden walls. Her eyes were dull as the conversation between Urokodaki, and her grandmother circled in her mind. May never get one? Why? Did she do something wrong? Did-

“Hey… are you even listening to me?”

A hand waved in front of her face, knocking her from her stupor. Startled, she whipped her head to gaze at the white-haired man stationed next to her.  His fuchsia eyes glowered at her form, which was off in its dream world.

“Yeah,” she blinked a few times. “I’m listening.”

The former smile on his face was downturned. His eyes narrowed as he raised an eyebrow.

“You know, you're a terrible liar, and it’s not very flashy of you.”

She rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Tengen, I don’t need a lecture. Especially from you.”

Hands raised in defense; he leaned back against the stone in front of the Butterfly Mansion. The sun’s rays reached far into the sky as it lowered itself on the horizon. Igniting the land in warmth and an array of rich tones. It was almost blinding, and she raised her hand to shield her eyes. The Sound Hashira hummed next to her; eyes closed with a small smile on his face. Ever since the arrival of Tanjiro Kamado and his younger demon sister, Nezuko, tensions were high among the slayers. As much as she wanted to think she wasn’t wary at first, the Echo Hashira would be deceiving herself if she did. However, with the bittersweet victory of the Mugen Train, her judgment of the small slayers had shifted. She supposed Tomioka was right to have given them a chance, but it amazed her that it was him of all people. She would have to show her gratitude to him but at a different time.

The death of Kyojuro Rengoku following the defeat of Lower Moon One exhibited the harsh reality of their day-to-day life. She was cognizant of the dangers and death that danced in their shadows, but this was another kind of pain. A wound that wouldn’t stay closed and leaked as if weeping for the fallen Pillar. Which she did often alone late at night. No one was around to see her walls barren, unguarded and splayed for anyone to see the rising tide that was her emotions. While she wasn’t as close to the Flame Hashira as she would’ve desired, she knew him well enough to call him her friend. Tengen on the other hand, was closer to Kyojuro than anyone. On a handful of occasions, she had caught him mourning. She never approached him in these moments no matter how close they were. It felt too raw and private, and if he knew she had seen him, he never confronted her about it.

“Were you thinking about your bond again?” Tengen said cracking one eye open.

“When am I not?”

“So, you were thinking about it!” He teased, a wider smile gracing his features.

“Bold of you to assume that’s the only thing on my mind.” She grumbled massaging her temple. Tengen was the only person besides the Master, Urokodaki, and her grandmother to know that she didn’t have a soul tie. It is well known that bonds form in the early stages of life and it has never been heard of to have one materialize after 5 years of age. However, it has also never been heard of not having one at all. At least, until she never got one. She waited for years, staring intensely at her wrist to see the red thread assemble itself before her eyes. Stretching to the one that was supposedly meant for her, but it never came. Over the years she had wishful thinking that dwindled to a mere flame that had eventually snuffed itself out. There was no point in longing for one when she was now at the ripe age of 22. Her time had come and gone, but regardless of saying that, deep down she still hoped. Why? She had no idea, but it constantly plagued her. Even more so, she had no idea why she decided Tengen out of all people was the one to confide this information to. The Master, Urokodaki, and her grandmother made sense, but him? She’s surprised he hasn’t run that mouth of his. The anxiety she felt at anyone else knowing weighed on her mind daily. She did not doubt that people would find it taboo, no matter how progressive the world became.

Tengen sighed at her words. “I assumed nothing. I only made an observation and I have no doubt there are more worries in that head of yours.”

“And what about you? Don’t you have your own? What about Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru?”

“I haven’t heard from them,” she turned to look at him as he spoke. “Their letters stopped coming a while back.”

Silence rose between the two of them. She could see the conflict in Tengen’s eyes. He cared greatly for his wives as they did him. She had met them a few times and saw first-hand just how important and beautiful their relationship was. Lucky bastard. Though his family was known for having multiple soul ties. She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy, but happiness for all four of them.

“Will you be going to look for them?”

“Yes,” he grunted standing up from the cobble where they both were sitting. “You can come along if you want. I could use that breathing style of yours.”

She stood up alongside him, wincing, her back aching from the firm ground. Aoi and the others would have her head knowing that she wasn’t maintaining her health in light of recent events.

“That all depends on the Master, but I would be happy to lend a hand,” the corners of her lips upturned slightly as she looked at him and then at the darkening sky. “I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Despite his growing smile, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. “Great! I need to gather a few more items,” he drawled, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “But then we should be ready to head out in a few days.”

She shook her head. Whatever was going on in that bare brain of his she sincerely hoped it was something good, but she didn’t pry.

“I think I’ll go on ahead of you. I can see if I can get any leads on those three and meet up with you in Yoshiwara.”

“Come on,” Tengen groaned. “I would like to have someone I like to talk to travel with me.”

She shook her head in defiance. “You know my breathing style does better when I’m alone. It’s not as big of a risk, and I don’t think the Sound Pillar”- she pointed at him- “wants to lose his hearing.”

They both smiled at each other, a few breathy laughs escaping from their mouths. Her style, Echo breathing, relied on high frequencies that were known to be a danger to group efforts. There have been more than a handful of accidents in the past, many she’s not proud of, which is why the executive decision was made for her to do missions alone. However, Master Kagaya occasionally granted her to travel in the company of others. It did get quite lonely at times, but she preferred the safety of others over satisfying the sociable aspect of herself.

Tengen hummed, “I suppose you’re right. Though, it would be a very extravagant way to retire. Having a comrade kill off my hearing.”

She kicked some stones his way. “I’ll let you know what the Master says. If granted, I’ll leave at dawn, but for now, I’m going to get some well-deserved rest.”

He let out a loud laugh and gestured some form of what she assumed to be a goodnight. “If not, I’ll drag you there myself.” He exclaimed before strutting off to who knows where.

She studied him as he disappeared into the estate’s shadows. He couldn’t fool her. Despite his optimistic exterior, he was terrified. She could recognize that kind of spirit anywhere as many of the same haunted her. And for his sake, she hoped that those three were alive. If they were to perish, she didn’t think he would ever recover. He would be a shell of a man and taper off into misery. She couldn’t bear to see his downfall.

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Lying in her room in the mansion, the Echo Pillar was restless. Sleep evaded her and instead, her psyche was infested with dread. Shinobu had been kind enough to offer her residence temporarily following her previous assignment, along with Aoi and the butterfly girls helping her in any way they could. She was forever in their debt and thinking of them brought a smile to her face despite the growing pit in her stomach.

Earlier, her crow had returned with word from Master Kagaya. Said message permitting her to venture out to Yoshiwara, a red-light district all too familiar. It’s not that she had any history with the district, but rather passed through it on multiple occasions. Therefore, becoming acquainted more than she ever thought she would. Lucky for her, that will come in handy.

What she didn’t understand was why she was filled with apprehension. It was like her body and mind were working against her. This had only ever been a problem when she was a beginner slayer, but as she rose in the ranks she learned to deal with these sentiments. Fear was a constant. It never went away, but confidence and vengeance outweighed it in every circumstance. So why was it so prominent now?

Sighing, she turned her head to gaze at the aperture that granted the moon entry. Its rays highlighted every surface in a delicate glow. Night, despite its tendency to harbor barbaric creatures was a time she always looked forward to. The darkness leaked like ink and grasped at the innocent, but it provided comfort to those in need. She could never loathe it.

Her muscles ached. No position good enough to lull her into unconsciousness’s sweet embrace. Abruptly, what felt like a fire erupted down her arm. Its path licked under her pallid flesh and burned away at her veins. Sitting up faster than ever before, she clutched her forearm. Biting the inside of her cheek so hard, iron filled her mouth in a matter of seconds. Nails dug into tender flesh as something slithered through her arm. Confusion swarmed her mind. Was this from the previous demon she fought? There was no way, that thing’s blood demon art couldn’t have done this. It would’ve already taken effect and finished her off by now. Regardless, she was dangerously close to finding a solution to the rapidly growing pain. Tucking her arm, she hoisted herself onto her knees. Her head ducked low and her eyes went wide, her skin felt clammy. Under the palm of her hand that was grasping her arm, a deep red glow oozed out. Limbs shook as she slowly raised her hand away from the skin. The vessels excreted a scarlet substance under the complexion of her arm. Spreading agonizingly slow towards the wrist. Her breathing grew heavy as terror’s maw tore her insides, and through a clouded mind, she watched as a thread, red as wine, circled her wrist. It traveled through her fingers caressing them before pulling taught. The tightening in her arm caused her to clench her fist. The thread continued, creeping around her extremity before elongating to the slightly cracked door. Its length was ongoing. A feeling of bliss stroked up her arm replacing the pain and she let out a shuttering breath. The thread pulsed and she could feel it dilating under her skin.

Pure shock all but made her heart stop. “How…how is this possible?”

She gently rubbed the thread between the pads of her fingers. Its texture was coarse and some of the bristles pricked her skin.

She finally had the sanctified bond she had always longed for. 

Her other half.

Her soulmate.

#muzan x reader #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x y/n #demon slayer muzan #muzan demon slayer #muzan kibutsuji x you #muzan kibutsuji x reader #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny x you #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x y/n #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer au #demon slayer x female reader #demon slayer x you #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kny

[shawtylilsalty]

Play it well | MYG

Rate: 18+

Pairing: min Yoongi × reader

Genre/au: basketball!player!yoongi, football!player!oc, popular competitive brats, enemies to lovers, sports au

Summary: Yoongi doesn't like losing, and neither does y/n, but perhaps they can come to an agreement that benefits them both.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, build up tension, slow burn// kinda, aLOT of teasing, a lil bit of crack, semi public sex, locker room sex, rough, fingering, tiddie sucking, raw, please read at your own risk

Word count: 13.4k

A/n: i couldn't resist adding the humour element in 🧘🏾 hope y'all have fun with it

We were fierce rivals, always competing to be the best. He was the captain of the basketball team, and you were one of the star players on the football team.

You and your rival 'Min Yoongi' have known each other since the beginning of your freshman year. You've been competing against each other ever since, even though you're on different teams. Maybe it's because you're both so driven to succeed. Maybe it's because you're both so competitive. Whatever the reason, the rivalry between you is fierce and undeniable.

What are the stakes of the rivalry? Is there a prize at the end? Is there a reputation to uphold? Did we have a personal goal we were both trying to achieve? Honestly, you didn't know. But the thought of messing with him whenever you could was worth the risk.

You and Yoongi were practicing with your respective sports teams, but he still had time to spare. His basketball game was still a week away, while your football game was about to start in the next 30 minutes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of envy.

As if the devil himself was conspiring against you, the basketball came flying towards our practice corner. You snatched it out of the air with a quickness that would make Usain Bolt jealous, your face contorted into a mask of annoyance as you marched towards those stupid jumping monkeys of a team.

You snatched the basketball out of the air and stopped right in front of Yoongi, his own ball now in your possession. You tossed it from hand to hand, left to right, taunting him with a smirk on your face.

"What's the matter, Yoongi?" you taunted. "Can't keep up with the big boys?"

Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he glared at you. "I'm not worried about you," he said. "You're just a washed-up football player who's trying to prove something."

You laughed. "Oh, really?" you said. "Well, let's see how you like this."

You took a step back and launched the basketball at the hoop. It swished through the net with a perfect arc, and you turned to Yoongi with a triumphant smile.

"That's for calling me washed up," you said.

Yoongi's jaw clenched as he looked back at the basketball that bounced back to him from the hoop you had just made with a perfect swish. He chuckled, turning around with it and bouncing it in your face, trying to spook you. The ball bounced off your nose and bounced back to him. He caught it and dribbled it between his hands, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

"Oh, sweetie, are you a little mad because you can't have me all to yourself?"

You scoff with a smirk "Oh, you're such a sore loser. This wasn't even about me having you, but you'd rather change the subject than admit defeat."

His smirk only grew as you came to the end of your sentence. He inched forward towards you, bending down slightly to come even closer. He whispered in your ear, "Yet you're not denying the want to have me, sweetheart." He tilted his head in amusement, just to watch you get a little flustered but try to keep it lowkey.

Yoongi smirked triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He turned and jogged back to his team, who were all waiting for him with wide grins on their faces. They erupted in laughter as Yoongi recounted the scene, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as you watched them celebrate. You knew that Yoongi had only won the debate because he had resorted to cheap tactics, but his team didn't seem to care.

You see Yoongi's turned back and your eyes roll. "Ugh, he's so full of himself," you mutter to yourself.

You twist your body around and signal to one of your teammates to pass you a spare football. They toss it to you, and you catch it with ease.

Dropping it under your feet as you hold it in position. You jog back a few steps as you grin, with only one name in mind "ayo yoongz!! watch out for that ass"

Yoongi turns around just in time to see you kick the football with a perfect curve. The ball smacks him right in the butt, making him stumble forward as he yelps in surprise.

You burst out laughing and run over to Yoongi who ended up on the ground. "My bad, couldn't resist," you say, still laughing.

Yoongi glares up at you, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "You're such a pain," he says, but his voice is laced with amusement.

You stop in front of him, looking down and grin cheekily. "You love it," you say.

Yoongi's eyes flash with anger. "Oh, I do, do I?" he says. "Well, maybe I'll just have to give you a taste of your own medicine."

He grabs the football from the ground still not moving from his spot, waiting for your reply "Care to challenge me?" he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to do that?" you say, your voice laced with challenge. "I'm pretty good at this."

Yoongi smirks. "I'm not afraid of you," he says, his voice equally challenging.

You nod. "Good," you say, taking a step closer to him. You bend down and whisper in his ear, "Because I'm not afraid of you either."

Before he can respond, you quickly grab the other football from Yoongi's side and take a few steps back. "Let's go," you say. "I'm ready for you."

Yoongi's eyes narrow. "You're going to regret that," he says.

You smile. "I doubt it," you say.

You both line up facing each other, the football between your feet. You take a deep breath and prepare to kick.

"Ready?" you ask.

Yoongi nods. "Ready."

You both kick the football at the same time. The ball flies through the air, spinning and arcing.

You watch the ball closely, your heart pounding in your chest.

The ball lands perfectly between the goalposts. You cheer and throw your arms up in the air.

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head. "You win again," he says.

You grin at him. "I told you I was good," you say.

"Well this won't be the last of it and I'll prove it to you," Yoongi smiles back at you, but there's a hint of frustration in his eyes.

You laugh. "I'm counting on it," you say, boring into his eyes, finally noticing how close he actually is to you. The air is thick with tension, but neither of you break eye contact. You know that Yoongi is not going to give up easily. And you're not going to give up either.

Just as his eyes move down to your lips, your teammates interrupt, breaking the eye contact. "Hey, Y/N! Let's go, the match starts in five!" one of them yells, so you can hear them better from a distance.

You and Yoongi both look away, your cheeks flushed. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"I'll see you later," you say to Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. "Yeah," he says. "See you later."

You turn and walk away, but you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You know that he's just as affected by the moment as you are.

Halting in your steps one last time, you turn back to Yoongi. Trying to show that you were not affected by whatever just happened, you mess with him a little more to get to his head.

"Now, would you be a doll and cheer for me in the crowd? Who knows, if I end up seeing you on the big screen, you might earn yourself some flying kisses from the field, maybe even more after the game." You wink at him as you walk backwards, giggling at his dumbstruck expression.

Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks flush. He stammers, "W-what? you're not serious."

You laugh and shake your head. "Of course I'm serious," you say. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I might actually give you a kiss?"

Yoongi opens his mouth to respond, but you turn and walk away, leaving him standing there speechless.

You join your teammates and start walking towards the field. You can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, but you don't look back. You know that you've gotten to him, and that's all that matters.

One thing's for sure,, he thinks to himself "i gotta get on the fucking big screen by any means necessary"

After a long day and another great win, finding an empty locker room was like a glimpse of heaven.

As the last of your teammates, a blonde and a brunette, were on their way out, they acknowledged your presence before leaving.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you literally carried the team today!" the blonde exclaimed.

You dropped your bag in the locker and peeked out at her, smiling back.

"No, but seriously, I don't think we could have won without you today, senior Y/N," the brunette added.

You laughed nervously, a bit overwhelmed by the compliments. "It was just good practice, really. And let's not forget, we have an amazingly coordinated team. The win was a given anyway."

You flashed your most genuine smile, melting them instantly.

The girls had cleared out, leaving you alone in the locker room to finish your post-game stretching. You were exhausted, but you couldn't help but smile as you thought about how the game had gone.

You had spotted Yoongi and his team across the field, and they had all started chanting to get your attention. You had ignored them at first, but eventually you had given and waved. It had made you feel so good to see that he was supporting you.

What took the cherry on top though- was when half of Yoongi's team started dancing with poom pooms in their hands as soon as they saw you notice them. It was a sight to behold, As soon as my teammates pointed at the big screen, I saw Yoongi on it with a black bob wig on, cheering his heart out. I couldn't help but burst out laughing and fall to the ground.

When I got up, I sent flying kisses his way, true to my word. But seeing him catch the kiss on screen and dramatically fall on his best friend, Jimin, made me wheeze with laughter.

Yoongi's team was always up for a good laugh, and they knew how to make you smile. You were grateful for their support, both on and off the field. And even though you would never admit it to Yoongi's face, you had a bit of a crush on him.

After all, who wouldn't crush on a guy who could dance with poom pooms and still look cool?

You finished your stretching and headed to the showers. As you were washing up, you couldn't help but think about Yoongi's smile when you sent flying kisses to him. It was a smile that made your heart flutter.

Hopping out of the shower, you basked in the steamy warmth for a sec before reluctantly dragging yourself to get dressed. As you quickly brushed your wet hair in the mirror, Clutching the ends of the towel together at your chest, you reached in to pull out your spare scrubs, Yoongi danced back into your thoughts.

He can be so adorable.

Adorably hot.

Oh, when he's totally focused on his game, sweat dripping down his neck, you just wanna lick that salty goodness rig-

You turned around to drop them on the bench, and nearly screamed.

Yoongi stood there silently, watching you fumble with the armful of clothes and the towel wrapped around your still-damp body. His eyes moved over yours, seeing, taking you apart as he always did. You stood beneath his scrutiny

You squirmed. "I'm not the only person who uses this room, Yoongi. What are you doing in here? You can't be, it's against the rules."

Yoongi feigned surprise, his signature smirk curling his lips. He surveyed the empty locker room and shrugged. "According to the sign on the door, this area is closed. Tick tock, we're past closing time by an hour."

You set the scrubs down on the bench, and crossed your arms over your chest, holding the towel in place. Drops of water fell from the strands of your hair down your skin. A slow smile bloomed on your face. "Oh, is it closed? I hadn't noticed. How silly of me."

"Yes, very silly." He dropped his jacket on the bench and crossed to the other side, standing in front of you in the narrow space. You were abruptly crowded against the lockers, the cold metal surface sending goosebumps over your arms. You gazed up into his face, your brown eyes questioning.

Yoongi uncrossed your arms and wrapped his fingers around your wrists. He lifted your hands high, pressing them together against the lockers, his gaze never leaving yours. "I believe you still owe me a kiss, Gorgeous," he said, his voice low and seductive. It was a statement, not a question, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew that things were about to get messy.

But what the hell, it was either now or never. and just like that, your mouth came down hard and demanding. Seize the moment, you thought. This was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for. And you were going to take it.

Yoongi thinks that perhaps he should be more surprised. But if he's honest with himself, they've been heading towards this for a while now, probably since the first time Y/N stepped into the field, all swagger and confidence and threats.

You smiled mischievously between kisses, knowing that Yoongi was surprised by your eagerness to take things fast. He probably thought you were just trying to torture him, but you were actually enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Pulling on his jersey, signalling, which Yoongi didn't need to be told twice, was gone somewhere far in the corner but before you could even admire him- Tongues end up gliding around each other's mouth as he devoured you fully. His hands dropped to yank the towel down and away from your body.

Your full breasts spilled out in all their glory, and Yoongi licked his lips at the sight.

You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. His tongue circled for a few revolutions before he bit down on the wet skin, making you cry out his name. He peppered kisses over the sore nipple before moving up to your neck, one hand on your breast while the other sneaking past to get between your legs. Inserting two digits in your pussy as his lips sought out a spot behind your ear that drove you wild and made your walls clench around his fingers.

He pulls back to look down where his fingers disappear so deliciously between your legs, "Fuck, hotshot. You are fucking dripping,” Yoongi observe out loud as he stare intently at your cunt. pumping them in and out.

You couldn’t bear the tension any longer so you grabbed Yoongi’s head from where it was working its magic on your breasts and yanked him upward so you could see his face.

“Enough foreplay,” you growled. “I’ve been wet all day just thinking about this, so fuck me already.” Yoongi’s pupils dilated even further, hands working fast as he was already removing his last piece of clothing, then he grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his hip. Using his other hand to line himself up, he drove into your wet depths in one hard thrust.

You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as Yoongi thrust in and out of you at a furious pace. He paused for a moment to lift you so you could wrap both your legs around his waist and then he backed you up against the wall of the opposite locker where he fucked you long and hard. He used one arm to brace himself and the other was sandwiched between our heaving bodies, playing with your clit while he pounded into you with his hard cock.

you knew that your body was on fire. You couldn’t think straight. Your pussy was throbbing, and Yoongi’s length felt so good. His fingers on your clit were making your head spin. A tingle ran up your spine and pressure built in your lower stomach. It curled and coiled, tighter and tighter and tighter until your head snapped back, and you came with a yell. In a quick movement- yoongi leaves your clit to breathe as the same two digits were making their way in your mouth,, which you gladly sucked like your life depended on ",Shhh beautiful if i didn't know any b-better, fuck- I'd think you want us to get caught"

Yoongi stuttered and lost his pace when he felt your internal muscles clamp rhythmically around his cock and his own orgasm was torn out of him by the milking action of those well toned muscles.

Exhausted, you both collapsed against the locker, gasping for breath. All too soon, the reality of what they had done began to dawn on Yoongi.

"Shit! I didn't- Y/N, we didn't use a condom." Yoongi said worriedly. You smirked up at him.

"I was already on the pill" Yoongi raised both eyebrows. "What? You know this was going to happen sooner or later," you said as you fixed the front of his hair. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Can't blame my woman for being prepared," he said.

You grinned and looked back into his eyes. "If I knew sex was the fastest way to become your woman, I would have done it sooner."

Yoongi left another small kiss on your lips and said, "Mmh, I doubt that. I'm pretty sure my dick made you want to stay for more."

You laughed. "Wait, you're right." You kissed him back and then got up to shower again.

Yoongi watches you walk back to the stalls and scoffs in amusement.

"You're such an asshole," he yells out.

"Oh, you love it," you peek out the shower curtain to signal him to join you in the showers, making him jump back on his feet.

"You know me so well."

Things were gonna be spicy for you both in and out from here, and you couldn't wait for more.

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That was a long ride lmao

But also-

Don't be a silent reader that's just hella disrespectful and sad, if you enjoy my fics let.me.know! Doesn't matter if it's just a word in the comment, what matters is having motivation

which I won't get without y'all not communicating with me :/

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagines #yoongi #yoongi smut #min yoongi #suga smut #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfction #bts fanfic

[lyomeii]

Sukuna with a darling being reincarnated

->warnings: yandere theme, death but not detailed, yuji is kinda a yandere too :)

->request by anon! headcanons/scenario of sukuna being yandere for reader who used to be his lover when he still had his true form and got rebirthed, please. maybe with yuuji also turning yandere for the reader, if you're willing to write that, thankyou. [gn!reader or male!reader]

->a/n: ohhh! been a while since i wrote for jjk! and i must say it took way long than i wanted, not only i had to watch some episode to catch sukuna personality but been reading the manga, and let me say how the current arc being mess with my head :) also this is with a male reader, so if u feel uncomfortable or anything don’t read. and sorry for taking this time to post it, tumblr got mad and delete and i had to rewrite everything :/

-> the king of curses remembers you, even before being sealed, you were his lover, of course he did had many to warm his bed but you were different

-> a young man who stole his heart and become his favorite and ( after he kills his other lovers ) the only person who he was able to be less dangerous and bloodthirsty he was, sharing touches and kisses though the day, how much he truly loved you

-> until he got sealed by that sorcerers! he never saw you, only heard from his enemies that you were torture and later had any memories of the jujutsu world erased just to you get married to someone else, a truly sad end to both lovers

-> however, when he manage to came back inside of yuji’s body, one of the few thoughts he had was asking what happened to you, his lovers and unfortunately, gojo confirmed what he heard before , that you die a long time ago after getting married to a random person

-> to say at least, sukuna was sad but manage to hide it beyond a mask of furious and destruction, slowing learning to stay calm and accept what happened to you

-> that what he though, once yuji got to jujutsu high, sukuna saw you, alive and well, but how? did you reincarnated or somehow related to his lovers? that don’t matter, as long you are with him

-> a young teacher specialized in fast healing during battles and fights, you are brave, sukuna couldn’t deny that, he saw you in action a few time while instructing the first years and share to yuji how proud he is of you

-> yuji though at first that sukuna only got interested in you because of your abilities, but started slowly notice how the curse would act around your presence

-> sukuna would try to take control over yuji’s body when both of you are in the same room and even he could control it, yuji decided to tell gojo about the current situation

-> and as yuji expected, gojo knew why the king of the curse was acting weirdly and showed the boy a old painting, a old one framed in glass, painted in the most lively colors, and the man represented is you

-> gojo’s words impressed the young boy, how you are the reincarnation of a lover from sukuna, his favorite one and the council hopes to use you as a bargain if anything bad happens to them

-> while sukuna did heard everything, he decided to stay put, he needs a plan to take you away from the council and control yuji’s body without worries, so for a while, he will keep playing slow, waiting for the moment to get you and destroy the sorcerers while you are in his lap

-> and you now? you still curious to know why your student is still acting weird around you, it is due the amount of blood you two had seen? you still have no ideas why but maybe he is just nervous around you

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere jjk #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere sukuna #sukuna x reader #mlm #male reader #yandere male x male reader

[animentality]

I just wanna say that while I don't ship either of them myself, I respect that the ships that don't become canon, like Drarry and Zutara, will always have much more powerful and diverse communities than the ships that become canon.

You can't tell me that more people ship Harry and Ginny RIGHT NOW than Drarry, or that Zutara's fanbase is less active than Kataang's. I was in the tag an hour ago while on a megalomaniacal rant in discord, and literally most of it is Zutara things, and it's been like what. A decade? Still going strong off of scraps, huh? I admire it.

When a ship becomes canon, people celebrate in the moment and then move on. You get smatterings of people who re watch the series, and do some doodles here and there. But the ship dies with the fandom itself, because a canon ship is not even a ship, it's just part of the story. And it's not the most interesting part of the story most of the time, especially in a series as richly packed as atla. the romance isn't done that well, it's barely focused on. and that's fine, but it's not the thing atla fans really talk about to this day...

you don't see atla fans talking about how epic the kataang romance is. not really. that whole genocide is bad plot is far more interesting.

But when a ship is entirely nonsensical or only lightly hinted at, or maybe just entirely theoretical but intriguing narratively...

that ship can go on for years.

The lack of content is paradoxically what makes the fandom content even better.

Fans can do anything they want with an empty sandbox, and thus fans become creatives in their own right, constructing a canon that fits their own interests.

And that's far more intriguing to consider because of it.

A Kataanger can write about katara and aang getting married, but canon already did that. How interesting could that really be? the creators did that and it was whatever.

a Zutaran, meanwhile, is writing a whole new story and mythos based on the meager scraps they were fed a decade ago. They're totally re writing canon and reconstructing a narrative about opposing sides coming together in the form of their narrative representatives.

they're red blue shipping, fire and ice/water, sun and moon, enemies to lovers, the sunshine and the grump, bad boy x good girl, learning to forgive, redemption arc, theyre basically dispensing with canon and writing a psychopathic descent into their own psyche.

they're making entirely different stories because they were dissatisfied with an aspect of the one they got.

and frustration/need breeds creativity. it stirs the imagination.

if you were satisfied with your ship becoming canon, you celebrate and then you move on.

if your ship never got its chance...

well. you could spend a life time wondering what if.

and you're thinking well of course a durgetash crack shipper would feel this way... and you're right.

but I'll be here. I'll be here still thinking about durgetash long after the last Astarion x Tav shipper has gone.

it's the small things. it's the blank slate, the holes with potential. it's the little gaps in the concrete of canon, where the most twisted but entertaining weeds grow and can never be destroyed, not fully, not permanently.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zutara #drarry

[cherrycola27]

All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

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Chapter 1: I'm Not Fine At All

You weren't going to let Bradley ruin this redemption arc for you. So what if he didn't want to listen to you right now? Maybe you could make him see that you'd changed.

You took your drink and tucked yourself over at the opposite side of the bar. You weren't in the mood for any more words of wisdom from either of your parents. You happily sipped on your drink as you scrolled through your phone, and people watched.

"Evening, Ma'am" a voice drawled from beside you. You slipped your phone in your pocket and looked over to meet a set of emerald eyes and a thousand watt smile. Clad in his service khakis, you read his name tag, "Seresin," you remember your father talking about him.

"Hi there." You responded politely. "Why is a beautiful thing like you sitting all by yourself?" He asked you. "I don't think everyone here is thrilled by my presence." You tell him as you look over his shoulder and jut your chin toward Rooster.

"Bradshaw's been an ornery cock his whole life. Nothing new about that." He tells you. "Well, aside from Rooster tarnishing my reputation, not that I needed any help with that, most guys are too afraid to flirt with me because of who my parents are. It isn't worth them getting banned from their favorite bar or getting a shit duty station for breaking my heart." You tell him as you finish your drink.

"Penny m'dear, another round for her and put it on my tab." Jake says without breaking eye contact with you. Your mom sets down your drink and another beer for him. "Who said I was going to break your heart, darlin?"" He asks as he cocks his head to the side.

"Who said I wouldn't break yours first?" You counter. He chuckles before taking a swig of beer. "You're feisty. I like it." He says. "How about a game of pool?" He asks you.

Now you laugh. "You do know what my callsign is? Don't you Hang—man?" You ask as you draw out the syllables of his. "I sure do—Hustler. Which is exactly why I want you to be my partner. Doubles. Us versus Phoenix and Rooster." Jake states.

"You really think that's a good idea?" You ask him. "Just because we're friends doesn't mean I don't enjoy ruffling Rooster's feathers. You in?" Jake asks you.

"The only way I'm going to play is if I get a little more liquid courage in me." You state. Jake quickly orders two whiskey shots. Your mother rolls her as she sets them down. You toast with Jake and down the amber liquid. It warms you from within. "Alight, let's play." You cheer.

Jake offers you his hand as you hop down from your bar stool and grab your drink. He grabs his beer before placing his free hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the poor table.

"Evening, Pops," Jake says as he tosses Maverick a wink when the two of you walk by.

"Pete Mitchell, so help me if your daughter causes a fight in my bar. You're dealing with it." Penny says as she smacks Maverick with a bar towel.

"Hey! She's not just my daughter." Maverick defends himself. "She is when she starts acting just like you." Penny says as she prepares to watch the enviable chaos unfold.

"Rooster, Phoenix, I found a partner for pool, rack 'em and let's play a round." Hangman says at the two of you walk up the to pool table. You can already see the anger on Rooster's face.

"Y'all this here is Hustler." Jake announces the the group. "Hustler, this is Coyote, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy." Jake says as he introduces you to the men sitting. He pivots and is about to say something but Phoenix cuts him off.

"Hey, Hustler." She says with a small wave. "Hey, Nix." You wave back. "Roo." You nod you head a Rooster.

"Well, now that everyone is acquainted, let's play!" Jake claps his hands together before grabbing a pool cue and handing one to you.

You and Jake win the first round of pool, and Phoenix asks for a rematch. She and Rooster win the second game. You decided to play one last game for the best two out of three. The two tequila-sodas and the whiskey shot are buzzing in your system, making you feel giggly and flirty. You've switched to gingerale so you can ride your bike home later. During this last game of pool, you've been very touchy-feely with Hangman, and Bradley can't stand it. He has a death grip on his pool cue as he watches Jake shamelessly hit on you.

It's the final shot of the game. You call the pocket and line the eight ball up and sink it perfectly. You jump up and down excitedly, and Jake picks you up and spins you around and cheers with you. You give him a victory kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

When you come back, you noticed that the bar is a little bit busier than it was when you first got here, and the juke box is playing one of your favorite songs.

You run up to Jake and grab his hand. "Come dance with me." You demand as you drag him to the dance floor.

Jake tosses his beer bottle and follows you without hesitation. He twirls you around the dance floor through a country song and some pop jam, but then someone cues up a hip-hop track and your face lights up as you turn around and press your body to his.

His hands slide to your hips and grip them tightly as you rock against him to the beat. Some song he doesn't recognize comes on after that, but you don't make an effort to change your position. You continue to sway your hips to the music, grinding your ass over his crotch.

Rooster is sitting over in the corner watching the two of you. The jealous anger builds the more he stays nestled on his perch. He feels like he's going to be sick. He keeps hoping Maverick or Penny will do something, but they are still at the bar watching this trainwreck play out.

You slide your arm behind you and curl it around Jake's neck. You slide your fingers in his hair, and he lowers his head just enough to place a few lingering kisses on the side of your neck. He trails them up your skin. He locks eyes with Rooster as he nips your ear before whispering, "Want to get out of here?" You shake your head before replying, "Take me home, Cowboy." Rooster almost snaps the pool cue in half when he sees you lean up on your tip toes and kiss Jake. You stand there and make out with him for half a minute. You pull apart for air. You bit your lip as you savor the taste of him on your lips. He tastes like hops and cinnamon gum, and it's forigen to you.

Jake goes to settle your tabs. You tell him you're going to lock up your bike in your mom's storage shed, and you'll meet him out front.

You went around the back to grab your jacket and helmet to put inside the bar for the night and to secure your bike. You'd have Jake or an Uber bring you back here tomorrow. You were just about to round the corner when you felt a hand encircle your wrist and pull you back before pushing you against the outside wall of the building.

"Bradley!" You gasped when you saw that it was him. His body towered over you, one hand still on your wrist, the other planted beside your head as he kept you in place. "Bradley, what are you doing?" You asked him.

"There's no way in hell you're going home with Bagman." He gritted out. "And why not? I'm an adult Bradley, I can fuck who I want." You sassed him.

You cocked your head to the side and waited for his response. You could see the anger on his face. His jaw was clenched, and a delicious vein was straining in his neck, but he remained silent.

"Bradley, if you can't give me one good reason why I shouldn't let Jake rearrange my organs, then I'm going to need you to move." You told him as you tried to push him out of the way.

Bradley didn't speak. Instead, he pushed you back against the wall and crashed his lip to yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist and pulled you to him.

You moaned, giving him the chance to slot his tongue in your mouth. You tugged on his curls as his mouth worked against yours.

He tasted like beer and wintergreen tobacco, a habit he had picked up in flight school that he just couldn't seem to kick.

His kiss was hot, heavy, and dizzying. It was something you knew all too well.

He pulled back and admired his handy work. You were breathless with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"I thought you said we weren't going to start this again." You goaded him. "You and I both know that it was going to end this way. It always does. I never can tell you no, can I?" He says before kissing you again.

"Get on your bike, and I'll follow you back to your place." He tells you. "Why my place? You ask him.

"You can't leave in the middle of the night if you're already home." He says matter of factly.

You smirk at him. "What about Hangman?" You ask. "I'll handle it." Bradley says.

You climb on your bike and meet Bradley in front of the Hard Deck, with Jake no where in sight.

He climbs into his Bronco and follows you to your little beach house.

The second the two of you make it through the door, you're caught up in each other. You manage to lead him to your bedroom as the two of you strip the others clothes off.

The sex between the two of you is mind-blowing. You've done it enough to know how to make each other feel good, even if your feelings had been dead and gone and buried for some time.

After losing count of the number of orgasms you've had, you collapse against the sheets and curl up against Bradley's chest for a good night's sleep.

The next morning, you wake up to a cold bed. You reach out for Bradley only to find that his side of the bed is empty. You get up and see his clothes are gone from your floor. You slip on your robe and check the bathroom. Still no sign of him.

You walk downstairs hoping that he's in your kitchen, but it is empty as well. You look out of your curtains to see that his Bronco is gone from your driveway.

So this is what it feels like to wake up alone. You sigh before taking a seat at your kitchen island. It's then that you notice the note scrawled on a piece of paper.

You open it and immediately recognize the four words written in Bradley's hand writing:

"How does it feel?"

Chapter 1 is here! Hope you guys enjoy it. Also, please don't slash my tires over toxic Bradley.

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[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Rules are meant to be broken

Tubbo Underscore was… something.

A nineteen-year-old with dark roots peeking through his bleached hair. An outfit that would never truly be rid of all of the grease and soot stains no matter how many times he washed it. Standing at only a little bit over 150 centimeters, a perpetual goofy grin in place, talking constantly about how they were ‘on the enemies part of their enemies to lovers arc’. He was easy to underestimate.

Cucurucho, as much as they loathed to admit it, had made the mistake of doing so.

It had started with a simple conversation. Like many of the other islanders, Tubbo had given himself too many hearts. Accidentally or purposefully, it didn’t really matter, all that mattered was that a rule had been broken, and the federation could not sit by and let this happen.

So, they had made him give up his hearts. Pretty standard.

And Tubbo had taken the opportunity to ask a few questions. Also not unexpected. Tubbo was new to the island, after all, it would be stranger if he didn't have a few questions.

It wasn't like the questions raised any alarms in their head, anyway. They were simple questions that could be brushed off with circular reasoning and an occasional ‘classified’ to keep him from getting anything of use, anything real.

But when Cucurucho had tried to leave, their usual “I hope you enjoy the island” already queued for their voice box, a hand shot out and grabbed them by the arm.

No one… no one had ever dared to do that before.

His grip was surprisingly strong for someone of his size, but considering all of the engineering Tubbo did maybe it shouldn’t have been shocking at all. Still, as Cucurucho stared at the hand that had vice grip around their wrist, they became horribly aware of the fact that this person manipulated metal for a living, and they did not want to see what he would do if he were to realize that Cucurucho themself wasn’t quite as flesh and bone as one might expect.

In simple terms, they had been thrown off.

Maybe that was why, when Tubbo asked them “Do the eggs ever hatch?”, Cucurucho…

Well, they didn’t say no.

They said “Maybe.”

It wasn’t until they saw Tubbo’s eyes narrow calculatingly that they even realized that they had made a mistake.

“What do you mean by that?”

Cucurucho had tried. They really had. But they had floundered helplessly under that scrutinizing stare, the questions that just kept coming, the way that he seemed to effortlessly dodge all attempts made to change the subject. Even their trusty “classified” shtick backfired on them, as Tubbo only pressed those ones further, only questioned why they hadn’t just said “ no ”.

Cucurucho didn’t really breath, didn’t have emotions… but, when Chayanne poked his head out of the trapdoor to see what was going on, and Tubbo’s attention was briefly pulled away to tell the boy to hide until they were gone… they breathed a sigh of relief and rushed away.

They had thought it was a fluke. They had underestimated Tubbo, with his purposefully unintimidating demeanor. It wouldn’t happen again.

Until it did.

Over and over again.

He warped away before they could take his mega drill. He got Foolish to be his partner in crime ( Foolish! The one most devoted to making Cucurucho happy! He got his help!) to steal away the world eater from right beneath their nose. He walked down the train tracks to see the portal, and convinced others to do so too, all just so he could ask Cucurucho even more questions. He managed to get his hands on illegal items in ways no one had ever thought of before. He found the border of protected areas and found ways to place things inside of their supposedly untouchable buildings, dared drill into the sacred ground. He helped encase a federation building in cobblestone. He pestered every worker he could find for information.

He. Kept. Winning.

“You can’t kill me in any way that matters,” Tubbo said, stepping forward until the barrel of their gun was touching his forehead, smiling that same goofy smile he always wore, as if this was all just a game. “So, until one of us can die for real, I’ll keep coming back to bother you. Over and over again. I'm not just stuck here with you, you are also stuck here with me.”

Cucurucho couldn’t feel frustrated — they didn’t have emotions, they didn’t — but if they did they would be tearing their hair out.

Cellbit was similar to Tubbo on a base level. They were both too curious for their own good. They were both prone to breaking rules just to get Cucurucho’s attention. At first glance, they were the same. Tubbo’s genius simply lay in a different place than Cellbit’s — engineering, rather than straight problem-solving. They were separated by a superficial difference at most.

Except.

Except Cellbit screamed and ran when chased with a chainsaw. Tubbo would laugh at them and call them a loser if they were to attempt it with him.

Cellbit was fun to mess with.

Tubbo was…

Tubbo was working on the library they had asked him to build. Cucurucho had pointed a gun at him, and he hadn’t cared in the slightest, but he was still complying with the federation’s request. All in fruitless hopes that he might get more information about the eggs.

They tilted their head to the side.

Tubbo couldn’t die. Neither could Cucurucho.

If that were the case, then it would have to come down to a battle of wills.

Cucurucho wasn’t afraid to break someone down to win.

It was a simple plan:

Give Tubbo Underscore an area he wasn’t supposed to get into, put in a tiny exploit that would make him feel smart, take away the extra enderpearl stashed in his backpack, and watch him make the only choice laid out for him.

In the end, even Tubbo Underscore could be made into just another pawn.

Cucurucho felt a smile tug at the stitches holding their lips closed.

If he insisted on breaking rules at every turn, then fine. He could break them. But he would have to deal with the consequences.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qtubbo #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp character study #its not canon. however. listen. its fun #anyways. enjoy me crossposting things months after i wrote them #kids call that newborn confidence #or boredom idk

[cambion-companion]

Hi, I love your writing. I know you get A LOT of requests, but I was thinking if you could write some enemies to lovers. Dagger to throat, angry makeout session and you know stuff like that. That would be GREAT.

Hi, so I based this oneshot (maybe twoshot) from this post because I needed to, duty called, I answered. And @ladybug023 has some great ideas!

(I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I know that I'd die without you -Ruelle, War of Hearts)

Word count: 2,000

Aemond x tomboy!lady!reader | enemies to lovers ?

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You smirked up at the Targaryen prince through your lashes, his brow was furrowed in concentration, trying to gauge an opening in your defensive stance.

“You said this is called Water Dancing?”  Aemond huffed, he’d been unable to land a single blow to your person the entire sparring match and it was aggravating him.

“It is!  My father hired a Braavosi sword instructor because they’re said to be the best.”  You kept a trained eye upon the prince’s shifting stance, your one-handed sword raised at the ready.

“Is that not unusual, a Lord allowing his daughter to train in swordplay?”

You scoffed. “Says the one-eyed prince.”

Aemond snarled, his long hair swirling about his angular face as he lunged for you.  You were barely able to knock aside his strike, stumbling back before recovering your balance enough to swiftly dodge his continued attacks.

With a growl, the Targaryen relented, instead beginning to stalk in a circle around you, reminding you very much of a dragon in the way he moved and glared into your eyes.

“Why do you insist on training with me if it vexes you so?”  You feinted toward him, striking instead at his unguarded left flank.

Aemond, quick as ever, parried your blow. “My…intense dislike for you inspires me to train harder.”

“Oh, so I inspire you, do I?”

“Only in the way a fungus inspires nausea.”

“Ouch.”  You half-laughed at his disdain, failing to block his next attack, the flat of his blade knocking heavily against your shoulder. “Ouch!”

“Pay better attention next time.”

“You’re an ass, Aemond.”

He leapt at you again, you neatly dodge under his arcing strike, rapping him on the back with your sword.  Aemond spun, his violet eye practically glowing with frustration. “Better an ass than the spoiled daughter of a nobleman who indulges her every whim.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous.”  You blocked several more of his attacks, the sound of metal-on-metal ringing off the stone walls of the courtyard.

“Jealous of a girl who looks as though she’s been drug face first through the streets of Flea Bottom?” Aemond snorted a derisive laugh. “I think not.”

“Why you entitled,” It was your turn to be the aggressor, a sudden burst of anger spurring you forward, “dragon-riding,” You jabbed at his torso, “towheaded,” You tried swinging a blow down upon his head, “pretentious Snollygoster!”

Aemond had to take a moment, holding a hand to halt the sparring as he leant upon his sword, laughing.  “Snollygoster?  Did your Braavosi master teach you that as well or did your father hire a separate instructor for rare insults?”

“It means-”

“I can imagine what it means, Y/N.”  Aemond spoke over you, twirling his sword one final time before moving to rest it back upon the weapon’s rack.  “As insufferable as you are,” He shook his silver head at you, his expression still amused, “you certainly aren’t boring.”

You returned your sword to its resting place as well, shooting Aemond a scalding look. “Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for you.”

“And yet,” Aemond mused, looking down his nose at you, “you insist on sparring with me alone and no one else…ever.”

“I-” You spluttered, only causing his smirk to grow wider, “I-you said it yourself.  No one else challenges me like you do.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me, Y/N.”  Aemond gave you a mock bow, his long hair falling over his shoulders.

You hated how pretty he was.

Averting your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I guess I’ll see you tonight?”

“Tonight?”  Aemond echoed, tilting his head in confusion.

“Yes, tonight.  The dance?  Have you forgotten?”

“Ah, no I hadn’t forgotten.  I simply didn’t think my mother would’ve invited a girl who pretends at being a boy as her favorite pastime.”

Despite yourself, his words stung.  You gave him one last withering look before turning towards the Red Keep. “Better that than a lonely little boy pretending he has any chance at the Iron Throne.”

You knew your words were cruel, but this was the game you two had been playing since the day you’d first met in the sparring arena.  His intense dislike for you was tempered by the admiration he felt for your boldness.  For your part, you appreciated how much you learned sparring with him in both swordplay and your everlasting battle of words.

Aemond did not call after you as you entered the dark coolness of the keep, winding your way upstairs and through torchlit corridors to your chambers.  He was right of course, you had mud on your cheek and your hair was a tangled mess. If you were to look presentable for tonight’s feasting and dancing, you a lot of work to do.  You called for a hot bath and some serving maids to help dress you and do your hair; you’d be damned if you saw Aemond smirk down at you tonight.

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The shimmering cobalt fabric caressed your clean body in waves of chiffon and satin.  You wore a necklace of dark blue sapphires that cascaded like a waterfall, drawing the eye to the swell of your chest and the details of gold upon your bodice.  Your long hair had been successfully untangled and washed, thoroughly brushed through, drying in lustrous curls that the servants had swept away from your face in a twisting updo, showing off the curve of your neck.

You noted the surprise on the maid’s face at your drastic change in appearance, only growing to an expression akin to awe as you dabbed rouge on your cheeks and lips, underlining your eyes with a stick of kohl.

“You look…radiant, my lady.”  The sweet girl bobbed a curtsy to you before you swept from your chambers.

You gave her a smile of thanks, gathering your silky indigo skirts as you departed, leaving the scent of lilac perfume in your wake.

As you descended the sandstone steps to the crowded great hall, many eyes turned your way in admiration.  You gave a small smile to those people whom your eyes met, vindication swelling in your breast as your gaze alighted upon Aemond’s shocked face.

He was easy to spot, looking very handsome himself in a tunic and coat of dark green and black, the fabric contrasting pleasingly with his silver hair and purple eye.  He wore an eyepatch of black leather to match, his expression morphing from shock into something unreadable as he watched you striding toward him.

With the soft sound of your skirts brushing the floor, you walked purposefully up to the Targaryen prince.  Giving him a small curtsy, all the while a coy smirk playing upon your lips.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”  He said, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You don’t look like an unwashed beast.”

“Amazing what some hot water and soap will do for a person.”  You grinned up at him. “Too bad it can’t help you though.”

Aemond let out a low sound of annoyance, shaking his head at you. “One day I will make you regret your insolence.”

You leaned into his space, your breath intermingling with his. “I look forward to it.”  You gave the prince a cheeky wink before flouncing away, deeper into the swirling colors of the crowd.

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Your feet ached, you’d been dancing for quite some time, on the arm of one handsome gentleman to the other.  Most of the company proving to be too vapid and self-interested for your taste.  Despite yourself, you kept looking around for a familiar one-eyed prince, but hadn’t seen Aemond since your encounter at the hall’s entrance.

As you were swirled by yet another boring dance partner around the floor, the two of you passed the open doors leading to a moonlit balcony.  You barely had the chance to glance outside but were able to see the familiar taut stance and long straight hair of the man you were loath to admit you wanted to see.

“Excuse me.”  You broke the too-tight embrace of the man grasping your waist, waved off his protestations and turned to make your way through the other dancers, toward the balcony.

Cool night air washed over you as you exited the ballroom, your curled hair stirring in a salty breeze fresh off Blackwater Bay.  Aemond still stood, motionless as a spider, with his back to you, looking over the railing toward the sea.

Careful to keep your distance, you moved to stand at his right side, enjoying a moment the muffled sound of music and laughter behind you, the distant noise of the city and ocean in front.

“Why are you here?”  Aemond’s voice was not displeased, though he did not turn to look at you fully.

“I…”  For once you were at a loss for words, instead you tapped your fingers upon the rough stone banister. “I needed some fresh air.  Why are you out here?”

Aemond was silent a moment, so long you doubted whether he would answer you.  You turned your face to look at him, his profile sharp and regal as he stood tall with hands clasped behind his back.

“Large gatherings of people do not entice me.”  He spoke at last, still avoiding looking toward you. “You seem to be thriving, however.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”  Aemond tsked, a measure of his former teasing levity returning. “It’s swollen enough.”

You laughed, the sound drawing Aemond’s gaze at last to your smiling face.  You stopped giggling immediately, upon seeing the intensity of his expression.  

“Are you alright?”  You were surprised at the amount of genuine concern you felt for him, and you could see he was as well by the way his eye widened slightly.

“You seem intent on tormenting me, Lady Y/N.”  Aemond moved toward you then with predatory intent, like a cat stalking its prey.

You instinctively backed away, until you hit the wall of the Keep, Aemond’s arm coming up to cage you in, his face inches from yours.  

“So, I shall ask you again: why are you here?”  Aemond’s breath was hot upon your face, though not unpleasant.

You found yourself looking at his curved lips longer than you should’ve before dragging your eyes back to his. “I needed some fresh air.”  You said stubbornly.

“Y/N, there are five other balconies adjoined with the great hall, that’s a remarkable coincidence.”  

“A happy accident.”  Breathing was becoming hard, you felt hot and cold all over, especially as Aemond raised his free hand to toy with a ringlet of hair falling against your neck.

“I don’t believe you.”  His voice was soft, almost dangerous.

You felt yourself lean closer to it, your eyes drifting once more to his parted lips.

“Y/N.  My eye is up here.”  Aemond ran his fingers from the lock of hair he’d been twirling to rest lightly upon your sapphire necklace just above your bosom.  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wore this on purpose.”

“My necklace?”

“Hmm.”  Aemond affirmed, his eye roving across your jewels then back to your moonlit face. “Everything you do seems calculated to drive me even closer to the brink of madness.”

“I’m…sorry.”  You managed to breath out, your own eyes widening.

“No, you’re not.”  He chuckled a deep laugh, pulling away from you abruptly, leaving you feeling bereft of his proximity.

“You’re right, I’m not!”  You called after the prince as he walked away from you, back to the firelit hall.  “Godsdamnitall.”  You swore quietly, smoothing your rumpled skirts and hair before pursuing Aemond back across the balcony. “Wait a damn minute, Aemond.”

It was too late.  The insufferable tease had already slipped back into the twirling crowd, the music drowned out your voice as you called after him.  You’d have your revenge for the way he’d made your heart flutter and your cheeks flush, he wouldn’t be able to dodge you forever.

#aemond x reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fanfic #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one shot #aemond drabble #aemond imagine #prince aemond x reader #hotd aemond x reader #aemond enemies to lovers #aemond one eye x reader

[wannabeprincess-8]

Lenore will not hate Annabel forever

this might be really bias and i could be wrong but COME ON. i've seen a couple fics on Ao3 and posts on here saying they are never ever ever getting back together and i just don't think that's true. i do think that this is the divorce arc, they are not happy right now but then again when are they ever. however there is too much tension for it all to end seemingly so early in the story. we don't even know the full story of how they died yet, why would they completely separate with no chance of future connection. now, i don't think theyll end happily ever after. i think that this will be a tragedy or at the very least bitter sweet. but Lenore will not loose all affection for Annabel, their relationship is too integral for that.

Also literally all outside art of them is romantic. even in the midst of this dramatic rift between them we got super sexy vampire art (seemly based on Carmilla but i haven't read that yet so idk). i just don't believe a story about a couple going from star crossed lovers to bloodthirsty enemies would promote itself like a tragic, gothic romance the way nevermore has. but admittedly this was not a well structured argument and i might be challenging an empty room idk how many people think this. maybe ill right a full essay one day idk

#nevermore webtoon #annabel lee x lenore #white raven #yes i am an Annabel lee defender so if you wanna disregard my arguments because of that i don't hold it against you #i hope i spelled Annabel right

[hayleysayshay]

I'm one of those ppl who think the equalist Asami plot for TLOK likely wouldn't have played out that well. I get why peeople want it -- giving Asami simply more to do is always a plus, and plus grey morality is interesting in characters, plus we get to flesh out the equalist movement as it is quite sympathetic.' The problem I have is that committing to a true double agent story takes time and I just don't think TLOK has it, and could easily fumble it. Plus I'm not that bothered about enemies to lovers, and I think Asami's 'redemption' arc would be seen as Zuko-lite.

So my suggestion to develop Asami more, but keep the story relatively uncomplicated for such a busy series with many elements in it:

-- Asami is an equalist sympathiser, not a full blown equalist.

-- She doesn't hit Mako with her moped. Instead, Mako and Bolin put an ad in the paper asking for sponsors. Who drops by, Hiroshi and Asami Sato! Asami accompanies her father as she is a bit suspicious of the probenders, sees probending as a farce. She's angry as benders killed her mother. But Hiroshi wants to sponsor the team, says some spiel about it being good business, gets Mako on side like the show.

-- Hiroshi is an equalist like the show. He decides to sponsor the Fire Ferrets as it gives him in an in on the probending world and the arena that he can report back to Amon.

-- Asami and Mako and Bolin spend some time together. She's suspicious but at some point prior to Hiroshi's reveal her and Mako have a talk. She vents about bending that she knows not every bender is evil but bending took away her mum. Mako says the same thing, bending took away his mother. But bending helped protect his little brother as they had nothing else to rely on. This helps Asami put somethings into perspective a bit-- as I think the discussion of opression in this universe cannot be solely limited to bending, it has to include class as well.

-- Like the show she is still fairly kind.

-- Mako and Asami do not date in book 1, but there is maybe some attraction between each other, but with Asami's bending reservations there is no chance for an immediate attraction in canon. Korra is still jealous of Asami just because she's beautiful and captures Mako's attention. I'm going to keep this version fairly similar to canon so Mako and Korra still date at the end of the series.

-- Asami still invites Korra and Bolin and Mako to her house when the arena is shut down as she's a nice person. Korra is like OWO at Asami. But then she finds an equalist glove in the house-- who would have that unless you're an equalist? And she and Mako muse that it would make sense if it's Future Industries tech, and since Asami lives in the house and has voiced reservations about bending before, it would make sense if she's the equalist and even making them.

-- Asami is heartbroken that her friends would suspect her like that. She's interviewed and released due to lack of evidence. At some point Mako and Korra and Bolin find the secret passageway, Hiroshi is revealed. LIke in canon, she makes the choice to side with her new friends. They apologise to her for doubting her and she forgives them.

The rest plays like book 1 canon (but with less love triangle stuff) and we could spend more time on the ordinary non-bending citizens being victimised by the police.

The reason I like this is that we get a more developed equalist subplot. Asami is kind, but she's wary of bending, and how it can hurt people. It's complicated. If the rest of the show supports that, then Asami is seen as a bit more complicated and reserved than just kind and perfect. She's a bit short-sighted in terms of her wealth giving her privilidge.

I think for the rest of the series, to give Asami more flaws and depth post book 1 you can a) play up her privilege and wealth and b) play more into her insecurities. Book 2 does show that she's worried about literally running Future Industries as a CEO. Instead of the show where her problems are fixed by a man (Bolin) punching Varrick, instead we can see her POV more and how worried she is, more time is spent on her handing over the company, and she also gets the chance to bring Varrick to justice. She can still date Mako and realise he's not right for her. She dates Mako in book 2 because he's there, comforting her, so that can still happen.

Book 3 and 4 can be similar to canon, just have more time with Asami. In book 3, we mention how she's angry and insecure and just needs a break from beng CEO, that she just doesn't get everything right-- which Korra validates her with and relates with her own struggles and pressures as the Avatar. They touch hands, look into each others eyes, they say they understand each other (the start of korrasami).

Maybe in book 4 she makes sure she's a voice for non-benders and intra-community relations, tying the plots from the start to the end together more. And more time spent on her loss of Korra and her anger at her Dad.

Idk. Maybe I just don't see the solution to Asami being underwritten is to put her into an enemies to lovers plot. There's plenty there in the whole series to build off whilst keeping her 'good' and relatively uncomplicated.

#asami sato #tlok #legend of korra #korra #avatar #korrasami

[xkotaro16o]

Can you please make hc!Laxus having an S/O that’s stronger than him? I’m tired of reading the same helpless damsel in distress type trope (peace and love to the ones out there tho-)

Like what would his initial thoughts be on them? I can imagine him being intimidated but as time passes, maybe having someone watching his back for once is kinda nice. Also some angst for ya is when S/O gets hurt and laxus gotta tend to em.

Sorry this is all over the place this is mg first time submitting a request— Anyways I love your content you’re doing so well *mwah*

—𝙻𝚊𝚡𝚞𝚜 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝙽!𝚂/𝙾 𝚆𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚖—

Summary: Headcanons where Laxus is in a relationship with S/O who’s stronger than him

Pairing: Laxus Dreyar x GN!S/O.

CW: Fluff, bruises, spoiler (Battle of Fairy Tail arc), grammatical error, OOC.  

A/N: AHHHH I MADE THIS BE4 (IT STAYS ON MY NOTE OWJFKMAOFMSOFNDJ) (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) IT'S OK ANON EHEHEHEHE, I HOPE U LIKE THIS (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ ALSO IM GLAD U LOVE MY WORK (EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT RLY GOOD) WKNFOAMFOWNJDNS

The famous Laxus Dreyar is in a relationship with someone STRONGER than him? Wow, what an amazing sight. Well, look, no one can mess with the two of you. Of course, he feels cocky when you fight (because he could show off to everyone how strong his lover is).

Not to mention he's very proud with you. He doesn't care if you're stronger than him or not, he still loves you, S/O. Everytime he sees you fighting, this man smirks and chuckles. You look badass, seriously.

Has everyone see a powerful person right there who's fighting a tough enemy all alone? Yeah, that's HIS beloved lover. Actually, your Pikachu right there is relieved that you can protect yourself. So, he doesn't have to worry about it.

If you want to go to a mission ALONE, it's still difficult for him to let you go. A little debate will happen if it's an S class mission. In the end of the day, he lets you go even though he'll be... A little bit grumpy and worried about you.

You want to spar with him? Hmm... That's a difficult request right there. Laxus knows you're stronger than him, yet he doesn't want to hurt you (throwback where he hurts his own family in Battle of Fairy Tail). Probably a little bit of spar won't be too much.

BUT, there are times where he feels... Annoyed by your power. Annoyed? Intimidated? Sort of. Probably because he isn't used to have a lover or a person (beside a few people) by his side who's stronger than him. He's used to protecting people, not being protected.

If you have a few or some bruises from a battle, prepare your heart, because Laxus will give you a lecture. S/O, dear, he's worried about you so it's normal for him to be like this. Still, he treats your wound and praises you for doing a great job out there. Just don't make his heart stops again with those bruises and wounds.

“Listen, babe, I know you can protect yourself but at least be careful."

I DO NOT OWN ALL OF THE CHARACTERS & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

#kotaro's work #fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #laxus #laxus dreyar #laxus x reader #laxus dreyar x reader

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 34

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: Si Vis Amari Ama

Notes: Definitely should have added scent-kink in the warnings I think. lol

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. !!!!Spicy and smut!!!!! parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +220K

Chapter:  34/41

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He wanted to put himself above you, to have you on the fallen leaves beneath, a bed that nature had formed. The shyness in him prevented it, stopping him from giving in to what he so yearned for. But you had felt the intent and sank back against the tree, pulling him in.

There was a certain patience that had laced itself in the passion, a desire to savor the moment and the feeling it brought. This was something he was taught to forgo, every second now you feared he’d pull away. The hope that he wouldn’t was as fragile as a feather. Gods, to be at his mercy and be treated like a holy relic in his hands was intoxicating.

He tasted your lips and felt how your tongue sought his. For a moment, he just stopped, mouth hovering over yours. It was a carnal desire, to accept all you were willing to offer of yourself to him. His body trembled with lust, while his mind sowed doubt. His upbringing by the scriptures was causing conflict, intimacy was a sin. Was he even worthy of it? Or capable of it?

“Are you alright?” Your question ghosted over his lips.

The chance to ask him if he wanted to stop was taken from you, with confidence he connected to your lips again. He cared little about creasing your jacket when he opened it up further and moved it down your shoulders to take it off of you. A crease was a fair price for what he was giving, the jacket puddled at your rear between your back and the tree. With one hand he held you close, the other he used to support himself.

With the side of his thumb he could feel the curve of your breast as he held you. The longing to feel and to hold you was so strong that he moved his hand lower. It skimmed under your shirt, feeling the warm bare skin at the waist as much as the bodice would allow it.

“Lance-” The words faded when he put his attention to your neck next, the heat of his quick breaths were a constant flow.

“Shhh…” He hushed you. “I am alright.”

He was very well, to be exact.

“Are you?” He inquired as his mouth trailed a path along your neck.

You were playing with the locks at the back of his neck and hummed. His fingers moved over your abdomen, only held back by the bodice, they tickled your skin. A warmth spread inside, and to your pelvis. Not even a dark forest was able to temper the need for him. He seemed quite willing to touch you tonight, was there a possibility that he sought intimacy? There was only one way to find out, for he would not find it in him to state his desires out loud.

The ache between your legs grew, you retrieved his hand from under your shirt to gingerly put it on your thigh. When he did not stop kissing you, you guided his hand over your trousers and between your legs.

Only then did his lips part from yours, to look into your eyes and silently ask ‘why’.

“Please, touch me?” It felt almost like begging, maybe it was. “Only if you want to…”

There was not a part of him that would refuse after he saw that needful look aimed at him. If the feeling in you matched his own by any measure, he would not let it go unsated. There were ways, those described in books or spoken out loud by those who saw no issue in sharing such jarringly intimate details of their lives. A former monk, raised among others who were less devoted to the vow, perhaps their tales could be of use.

His nose touched yours, your lips reunited. It took a moment for him to build up the confidence to stroke your inner thigh, and when he approved of your response he took the initiative to cup you through the fabric.

Your softlonging gasptold all he needed to know. He listened to your reactions, learning how to provide your body with the pleasure it so desired.

Somegentle slow rubs of his palm against you warmed you up further. Your grateful lips caressed his own and encouraged him to continue. Your need for more friction won against the shyness, you moved your hips closer. In return, your eagerness made him bolder.

The pads of his fingers pressed against you now, the fabric of your trousers became an unwanted barrier against them. You took the initiative to start undoing the knot in the cords that kept your trousers secured.

When he reached down to help, you grew hot with need. The patience he had to undo the knot was impressive. One look was shared, your hand clasped around his and brought it back to where it had been, this time without the fabric forming a barrier.

He let you slide his hand into the trousers, appearing grateful for the clear guidance, his fingers resumed their frictious actions. This time it drew a strong response out, your body jolted, you bit back a moan.

You locked eyes with him, his pupils were dilated. His mouth crashed to yours with the hunger of a starved wolf. The pads of his fingers pressed into you more, your hips moved until you felt them where you needed them most.

Those silent directions proved a great help to him. Achingly slow, his long digits began to please you manually, quiet moans fell. The heat of his skin under your hands put fuel to the flame.

A slick wetness began to coat his fingers, and the scent of it reached his nostrils mere seconds later. He was never as grateful for his heightened sense until now, it blessed him. The tightening in his abdomen in response was strong and pleasant.

“Gods… gods…” The murmur left you.

The stars above you found their match when your eyes fell shut and a different sort were created by his touch.

He had you calling upon the gods themselves. Could there be greater praise to his ears?

“What are you praying for, hm?” His voice was like silk.

That smug twit was making you flustered while doing this to you.

You turned your head to the side, still biting back moans as much as possible. “You rotten-”

“Shhh…” His lips traced the spot right next to your earlobe, the pace of his fingers increased only a little.

A pressure build, your grip on him grew stronger.

Whimpers filled his ears, the only way to soothe them was to continue with what caused them.

The urge to plead with him was overwhelming, the unspoken pleas became desperate whimpers. He caressed your ears with words of affection, praise for your trust in him.

“My love.” His stubble moved against your cheek.

Your head lolled back against the tree, the growing pressure overwhelmed the senses. His mouth latched itself to your neck, slowly nipping at it.

“It… I…” It was hard to form a sentence when he was forcing moans out of your body.

“I have you.” He hushed.

You clung to his shoulder, restless by the impending sensation. There was no room for embarrassment anymore, all you wanted was for the pressure to release. A stroke of his fingers and touch of his thumb set it free.

Being quiet was no longer under your control as your body trembled with the shocks of pleasure, the forest heard your cries. The shocks went through you, he only stopped stimulating when you grabbed hold of his hand.

Your eyes were shut, the warm flush ran through your veins and heated your cheeks and chest. It was pure bliss, you barely felt him withdraw his hand.

When your eyes finally opened again, they fell down from the night sky to the one present in the Ash Man’s eyes.

At a loss for words, you touched his shoulder before cupping his cheek and tracing your thumb down over his ashen marking. He was letting you come down from the place the ecstasy had taken you and leaned his face into the touch. Your thumb trailed to his lips, feeling his quick breathing against it.

He was shaking, and trying not to show it…

You were well aware of what this must have caused for him, he had even tried to hide the state he was in now with his cloak. After a moment of deciding, and collecting your courage, you put your hands on his shoulders. The experience must have numbed some of his reflexes, because it was terribly simple to push him back against the oak and straddle his legs.

To see him aroused was a sight you wished to lock into your memories. After his generous act, you could offer him the same treatment.He would never dare to ask this for himself, either because of his upbringing or because the Church made him think that he did not deserve to feel that way. When he tried to sit upright, you playfully pushed him with his back against the oak again.

If he really wanted to, he could overpower you, instead he looked up at you with a dangerous but charming smirk, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You were pretty forward about your intentions. “Treating my lover to the same generosity he showed me.”

He blinked twice, at a loss for words but clearly very nervous. By kissing him and trailing a hand down his chest to his abdomen, you gave him all the clues he needed. It wasn’t until you lightly palmed him through his tightened trousers that he caught your wrist.

“You do not have to do this.” He sounded concerned, like he didn’t believe you would do this unless pressured into it.

Your eyes locked on his before you leaned in to softly kiss him again. “I want to, and if you allow it, I shall.”

As your lips caressed each other, you felt the hold on your wrist slowly loosen until it was free. You stopped only to look him in the eyes when you began to unto the knot of his trousers. A deep breath rose his chest, and for a second he did not know where to look.

You kept watch over his small expressions, reading them to try and tell what he was thinking.

He was aware that you were doing it, and then he nodded.

By moving very slow, you made sure not to cross a line he wasn’t ready to cross. One of your hands worked to achieve what he had done for you, the other caressed his face. You didn’t even look to allow him to retain some modesty, only slipped your hand into his trousers and carefully palmed him.

Of course there was a pinch of curiosity present in you, and when you lightly felt him it caused him to muffle a sound in his throat before it could escape. His eyes were shifting over your face, like he wished to read your thoughts on it, on him. The slight arch in your brow must have told him something. Feeling him was enough to get you nervous, if the time came…

You felt him more, tips of your fingers trying to get an idea of what he’d look like.

He knew you were doing it to learn, it was no secret to him that you were not experienced. But heaven, why did it arouse him so to see that concentrated frown and innocent look on your face? That eagerness to get to know a part of him he had never shared with another before.

“You’re so hard.” You spoke an inch away from his lips, surprised it could feel like this.

It caused the flush on his cheeks to intensify. His mouth opened to speak, words failed him again. Your thumb pulled his bottom lip down, your mouth closed around it. He was breathing so heavily you hoped he wouldn’t faint.

The heat of him warmed your hand as you started to stroke along it. A choked breath sounded from him, and then his hand was on your neck to keep you close.

Your lips proved your hunger for him. His neck, his ear, his jaw, nothing was left unattended to. A quiet groan stumbled out of him, you could hear he had tried to hold it back.

“Good Ash Man.” You uttered the sultry praise into his ear and heard his breathing change.

Oh?

His hands moved to your hips, his eyes were hazed by lust and what a glorious sight it was. He did so look at you with admiration, and if praise was what he liked, why deny him of it?

The whisper of your name fell off his lips like a prayer. You gingerly learned what sort of touch and action caused him pleasure, a flick of your thumb, a stroke of your fingers along the bottom of his shaft… And mostly, how willing you were to do this with him.

You wanted him to come home with you, fulfilled and spend. The desire to make him feel good both physically and mentally made you brave enough to whisper seductively into his ear.

“I should have asked you to take this off.” You gave his jerkin and shirt a little tug. “So I could feel you. You’re so beautiful to me, I-”

Your chin was caught by him and he stole the words from your mouth with his own, he was moaning into it, each stroke brought him closer to his nearing release.

He felt desired, wanted and safe. If he had any less self-control, he’d have you here in the middle of the forest. Especially with the scent of you that hanged in the air and drove his senses wild.

You kissed him back fiercely, increasing the pace and pressure of your hand.

He broke free from your lips, panting the warning. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

Your past with books had taught you what to expect. What if he spilled on his clothes and someone back at the castle saw? No, that would be trouble.

You stopped briefly and re-positioned yourself so that your shirt hanged over his length, groin touching his as you straddled him completely.

He snaked his hand under your shirt to feel your abdomen right away, causing a shiver.

You aimed him at your abdomen, and saw the realization set into his eyes “Not on your clothes. They’ll see.”

He looked conflicted.

“On me. Please?” Sweetly you asked it of him upon seeing the uncertainty.

His other hand landed on your thigh, close to your rear where it tentatively kneaded the soft flesh. A curse tumbled out of him when you began stroking him again.

The pressure in his groin was quick to build. He became restless under you, his body tensed and jolted as his release took over.

The loud moan he let out made you want to clench your legs together from the feeling it caused into your core again. You felt him spill against your skin and slowly stroked until it stopped and he put his hand on yours to signal for it.

He was sunken back against the tree, eyes shut as he tried to regain control of his breathing. You sat in his lap, unsure of what to do next.

As if he sensed it, he took hold of your arms and brought you to his chest. When he recovered a bit, he moved you by the hips to take place beside him, then tucked himself away into his trousers again.

You leaned with your shoulder against the tree until he pulled you closer and made you sit against his side. Only then, with his fingers scratching softly at your scalp, did he look at peace.

Some minutes of blissful silence passed, where you listened to how his breathing slowly returned to normal. Then he reached down between you, lifting your shirt up a little with his finger. The result of his release stuck to your abdomen, you tried to touch it but he caught your hand.

Curiously you looked at him. “I’m not repulsed by your seed, Lancelot.”

After sharing a look, he let go off your hand and watched you touch it with the tip of your index finger.

“What do I do with it…” A silly chuckle fell from you. “I have no handkerchief on me.”

To see you respond so innocent to this, just like him, warmed his heart.

He sat upright, gears in his head turning to find a solution and then he saw you put the finger to your lips. You hummed pensively at the taste and noticed how he was looking at you.

He caught your hand slowly, voice soft, “Don’t…”

That made you halt, “Why not?”

He struggled to explain why. What exactly were you doing wrong? Had he not secretly wanted to taste your wetness for himself too?

“It’s not proper.” He lacked faith in his own answer.

“Says who?” You gently pried, guessing the answer that would come.

The Church, the scriptures…

All he wanted to free himself off.

“Forgive me.” He shook his head and sighed. “I should not be thinking of the scriptures anymore.”

You wished to understand, “Is this considered wrong? For me to taste you?”

“Improper, I believe.” He replied in earnest. “But, I will not let it ruin or spoil what we have. Forgive me, I did not mean to cause you any shame.”

You saw the pink hue creeping over his nose. “I won’t let the Church tell me what I should be ashamed about.”

And neither should he.

A shy smile curved his lips, his timidity lessened the more he thought of how boldly you had tasted his release.

“I disagree with the scriptures.” His brow arched slightly, gaze dropping to your mouth, “I would taste you too.”

Your eyes widened at what it implied, “Pardon?”

With a coy smirk, he leaned in to kiss you. You slithered out of his arms with burning cheeks. He chuckled at your response and your clear flustered state.

You stood there, arms crossed and waiting for him to get to his feet as well. “We should be heading home.”

Reluctantly, he stood up from the ground. “Let us clean you before we return.”

“How?” You didn’t want to jump in the river at this time of day.

He walked towards Goliath and retrieved his water flask and some cloth that was still in the saddlebag from your journey north. He wettened the rag, lifted your shirt and touched it to your skin. There was no haste in him whatsoever, and you tried not to grin at how slow he was working to clean it up. When he was halfway done, he brushed his lips to your temple.

“Thank you.” He thought of how to say it, “For what you did. I expected nothing in return.”

You caressed his arm. “I know you didn’t, I wanted to. And thank you, for your efforts for my pleasure too. It was the first time I’ve felt that way.

He stilled suddenly, “You’ve never come undone before?”

Timidly you shook your head, “You have?”

It took him a second to nod. “When I was younger. I went to cleanse myself with the scourge the next morning.”

“With someone’s aid?” You quietly asked.

He shook his head, blushing fierce.

Oh… he had handled it himself.

He was pensive for a moment as he finished cleaning you and even tied the knot in the cords of your trousers again. The rag was simply discarded on the ground, and he took hold of your chin, steering your head so he could kiss your cheek. His lips brushed over it, they lingered as he cupped your face in his hands.

Your heart ran off on itself when he withdrew only to do so again. That innocent kiss did not seem so innocent anymore. You leaned back to look at him. “We need to return home.”

“We will.” He grinned.

You pried one hand away, and swatted the other playfully. “Now.”

By the twinkle in his eyes, swatting him away did not repel him, quite the opposite. It was the first time you caught yourself looking around for curious eyes, there was a chance someone had witnessed this amorous encounter.

He noticed it and put your mind to rest. “I do not believe anyone saw us.”

“I hope so.” You muttered shyly and went to your horse.

Lancelot fidgeted with Goliath’s reins, lost in thought for a moment, until you mounted Aella after putting your creased jacket back on. He mounted as well, believing you capable of darting off alone.

When you were in the saddle again, and looked at him, it was obvious that your bodies had yet to settle down. It was like both of you were waiting for a witty comment on it from the other, only to burst into a quiet fit of laughter at the foolishness of the situation.

“Come.” He returned to the river to follow it’s path. “Before they believe I do not intend to return you.”

You rode beside him, teasing, “Isn’t that what you want?”

“I would not abandon the boy either.” He admitted, although the idea to steal you away was a selfish but tempting one.

It was admirable how loyal he was to those he cared about. “How honorable.” You took note of how he wasn’t looking at you for directions back to the fort. “Starting to learn your way around these lands I see.”

“By following my heart.” He grinned.

Alright, sometimes he had a silver tongue. You rolled your eyes a little, pretending that your heart had not made a small leap in your chest at that. “I must have done well to receive such flattery.”

He was quiet for a moment, pensive even, then he corrected, “You always deserve it.”

That made you look, he looked back at you with a genuine expression, like he wanted you to know it without a doubt.

It was quite sweet. “Thank you…”

After having your personal affairs being shared before, you held a fear it could happen again, “Could you not tell others of what we did?”

He was looking ahead, and you saw the frown on his forehead before he turned to look at you.

You felt bad for asking. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

He held up a hand a little, and spoke when you fell silent, “What happened between us, remains between us.”

A sigh of relief came out, you reassured him, “I trust you.”

Lancelot rode closer. “As I you.”

After riding for a while, the barn came into sight again. Candlelight came from within the house adjacent to it.

“How do you see our future?” You asked.

“Combined.” He cleverly said.

You put more thought into it. “Sometimes I still think of living somewhere else, I love my family, and my home, but I miss the freedom of the forest.”

“That is the Fey in us.” He stated. “We can always return to the woods, but I must say that I do enjoy the warm shelter a fort has to offer.”

He had a point. Living in the forest was freeing, but it wasn’t so pleasant in the rain or winter, one would often romanticize memories.

You recalled one of the first days after you had left home, weeks before the Brothers had imprisoned you. “I don’t really miss it when the snot dripping from my nose in the cold would freeze to it.”

He shouldn’t have been so surprised in your openness to speak of it.“We are able to balance a life in the woods with one in the fort.”

You nodded, it was a benefit to have a place to rest to get your energy back after healing. “I still want to help my people. But I won’t use my powers again to bring people back from the dead, even the Hidden themselves helped me with reluctance. I do not believe such magic comes without a cost, I am no use to the people if I die of exhaustion.”

“I was the exception to the Hidden.” He thought about it.

You hummed in agreement, the old gods would not have just let a rare Fey like him go. “Believe me when I say that I am beyond grateful that they gave me the strength.”

An idea had been forming in his head, seeing you nearly collapse after healing had made him start to think of a way to lessen the chance of it happening again.

“I might have a suggestion that may aid you in helping the Fey, if you are interested?” He told.

You sure were. “I’m interested.”

He sounded like he was still trying to fit the details of the idea together. “When you heal others, you always wish to bring them back to health completely. It is a noble effort, but it drains you too much. What if there was a way to lessen the burden? Let us, for example, say that there was a place where we can combine the gift of the Dawn Folk with those of other healers.”

“A big infirmary?” You tried to make sense of it.

He was glad you understood what he wished to suggest. “Much bigger. More people can be helped, and it will put less weight on your family. A balance between healing with herbs and magic.”

That actually sounded like a clever idea. Things could be more organized, with volunteers and healers there to support your family’s sacrifices. A touch of magic, and a taste of white willow bark to carry the ill to health further.

You envisioned the idea. “There’s an old chapel in the village.”

It pleased him to see that you weren’t against the plan, “All you need is to unite the healers and those who wish to help. I will help you.”

“Sometimes you’ve got some really good ideas, Ash Man.” You cheekily said.

“Sometimes?” He narrowed his eyes, detecting the teasing tone.

You lifted your gaze up to the night sky, refusing to take it back.

By passing the barn, it was only a matter of time before you’d be home again. And by the time you rode into the village, there was an odd silence beginning to hang between you. As if the air between you was able to tell others what had occurred…

The closer you got to home, the more skittish Lancelot seemed to become. Did he fear facing your parents after this? It was quite an amusing thought.

“They won’t know.” You whispered in his direction as you rode up the hill.

It was groundless to think otherwise. Still he felt a bit uncomfortable to return to the home of your parents, and pretend nothing had happened, after making their daughter moan in the forest. Anyone would feel a nervous sweat build.

He tilted his head a little, not moving his eyes away from the path in front of him. Oh gods… he really struggled with the thought.

You gave a comforting smile. “Be calm. Think of something else. All is well.”

“I am trying.” He really was.

You could only hope that he was not so obvious by the time you reached the top of the hill.

In the stables, he took Goliath’s saddle off for the night. Then did the same with Aella’s after he handed you the clothes you had purchased at the market. He was trying to buy himself some time before you would return to the fort again. You were looking sympathetically at the nervous Ash Man and bit your lip.

He eventually noticed it, and voiced a little of the fear that haunted him. “If they know what I did with their daughter…”

Lancelot put the saddle down next to Goliath’s, brushing a hand over his chin.

You tsk-ed him. “They won’t. And if they do find out, I’ll let them know that it was their daughter who initiated it.”

He looked at you with his mouth agape, a scoff mixed with a chuckle. “You would not…”

Your brow arched in defense. “Oh, I would.”

He strolled over to you, slightly sighing while caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. “I could have denied you.”

You shook your head slowly. “Stop trying to put guilt on yourself. I believe neither of us can keep denying ourselves of what we feel.”

There was a shallow nod from him, his eyes searched yours before he leaned in to steal a chaste kiss. A loud bang on the stable door prevented that from happening.

You scattered away from each other and saw Ser Florent stand a little further away.

“Welcome back.” The knight had a curious look on his face, “Mirena is still awake, she wishes to speak to you, Lancelot.”

Lancelot acknowledged the request and, after he retrieved the package for Mirena from the saddlebag, he walked over to the knight. You followed them out the stables.

Ser Florent took a step aside to let him walk out, and asked you, “Is all well?”

Had he seen?…

“All is well.” You reassured the worried knight.

The green eyes of the knight left you and looked at Lancelot for a beat. There was a growing suspicion in the knight. “Very well. Follow me, if you please.”

Lancelot was clever enough not to look back at you now, he sensed that the knight was holding his tongue.

As you walked to the gate, you saw Matthew and Emmeline sitting where you had sat with Lancelot at the night of the feast. Matthew noticed you and you gave a discreet nod in his direction, he did the same before putting his attention on the woman again.

“I hope that does not end in tears. ” Ser Florent commented under his breath at seeing Matthew and Emmeline together.

Oofff…

It seemed that Matthew was not so popular for his conquests.

You didn’t say a word all the way to the door of the entrance hall, where the knight held the door open for you. Even with your backed turned to them, you could tell that the knight was speaking to Lancelot with his eyes. The whole atmosphere was shifting between them.

Mirena stood up from the bench in the entrance hall and approached you, she embraced you warmly. “Welcome back, Little Moon.”

You returned the sentiment. “Good evening, mother.”

She let go off you, and beckoned for the Ash Man, who from old habit gave a respectful inclination of the head.

“Is that for me?” Mirena gestured to the linen wrapped package.

The eyes of the knight, boring into his back, were distracting him.

“It is.” Lancelot handed the package to her.

“How was your journey?” She asked.

Some color drained from his face. “All went well.”

Your parents wouldn’t notice a thing, but if he kept casting his gaze to the ground like this in front of her, it would be obvious there was something he was trying to hide.

She looked at you curiously, sensing there was something being hidden.

You were thinking quickly. “He caught the eye of a vendor. A kind elderly woman.”

“Ah.” Mirena chuckled. “With eyes like those, it is no wonder.”

The Ash Man dropped his eyes to the floor and didn’t lift them off of it anymore after the compliment. She was doing it on purpose, there was something quite endearing to Lancelot’s response to flattery. He was not used to it, and she was not the sort to be afraid to flatter someone. Compared to Helio, she was far more open on such matters. Poor Squirrel still often walked around with a red face after she’d compliment him and his achievements.

Mirena returned the package to Lancelot’s hands, who looked at her questioningly. “It is for you. For helping us, for helping my daughter. For blessing our family with young Percival. See it as a token of our gratitude.”

He looked at her, stunned by the gesture. Even Ser Florent was surprised by it. You were more than a little curious as to what was inside.

“Go on then, open it.” The knight encouraged a hesitant Lancelot.

He opened the package so slow and careful, like he feared something would jump out to bite him. Mirena shot you and him a compassionate look.

“Not used to receiving gifts, I take it?” She asked him.

He shook his head, confirming it. If the knight hadn’t been there to see it, you would have went to stand closer to Lancelot.

He removed the last layer of linen from the mysterious gift and the shining metal came to sight. A pair of engraved vambraces were in his hands now as Mirena took over the linen cloth. The leather was perfectly cut and sewn, as were the metal plates to fit it.

Ser Florent came closer to look. “Beautiful craftsmanship.”

Lancelot was near speechless, his fingers traced the intricate pattern engraved on them. “Thank you…” He said quietly.

Mirena was glad to see that he liked them. “You are very welcome. These will offer you some protection.”

Lancelot looked at her, silenced by her kindness and acceptance towards him. After a moment of thought, he knelt to the floor, and tilted his head down to show her the respect he felt for her.

She was as surprised as you and Ser Florent were. “Rise, Lancelot.” Her hand came to his arm when he did, “You have earned a place here. Now I shall go and rest, I suggest you do the same. It is late.”

Mirena looked at you and the knight as well, making it clear that it was meant for all present. Both Lancelot and the knight gave a nod, and she began to walk to her chambers. You went after her to thank her again for what she had given to Lancelot, leaving him and the knight alone in the entrance hall.

He had not wanted to interact with Ser Florent, sensing that the knight suspected something was afoot. To avoid a confrontation, he wished to leave the hall. The knight’s arm shot out and blocked him from doing so. He took a step back, watching the knight like a hawk.

“I need to speak to you.” Ser Florent was firm.

Did he even need to ask?

He hoped his face gave nothing away, ”About?”

Ser Florent kept it civil, “I believe you are not aware that Helio gave the knights an order the day you were allowed to stay here?”

Lancelot looked at him expectantly.

The knight hoped to prevent troubles from arising.

“Our Knight Commander loves his family, he will not react well if there are reasons to believe you would be…” The knight paused to choose his words carefully, “…Pursuing his daughter.”

The knights were ordered to keep an eye out in case things between you and him grew beyond the bounds of friendship?

He tried to lie, although he felt guilty over it, “I am not pursuing her.”

Ser Florent quirked a brow. “Then I must be imagining things. Or perhaps she has a lover Helio is not aware off. Who knows? But that is not my concern. It only concerns us if it is you, I’m afraid. It’s not personal.”

It didn’t sound like the knight believed he was ‘imagining’ things, it sounded like a friendly warning.

“I understand.” Lancelot said short.

Ser Florent looked around himself and stepped closer, his voice hushed, “Is it really worth dying for? Because Helio will lose his mind when he realizes that you are trying to seduce his daughter. You cannot just use her as a means to experience what life is like outside of abstinence!”

The accusation set off the temper the Ash Man had learned to control. He had grabbed the knight by the collar with his free hand and slammed him against the wall.

He was seething at the implication that he was only interested in you to fulfill himself carnally.

Ser Florent wasn’t impressed or surprised by the ill-response his words had caused.

“I knew it.” The knight was clever to lure a response out that betrayed the Ash Man’s feelings for you.

Realization set inside of him, this had been a test he had failed.

Ser Florent pried the Ash Man’s hand from his collar and freed himself, pushing him back a little. “Consider yourself very fortunate that I do not find it my duty to control what a woman can or cannot do. Helio will not hear it from me.”

Lancelot did not know how to respond to the knight choosing to remain silent about this.

Anything he said could incriminate himself further.

The knight gestured to the vambraces in his hand, “May the gods have mercy on your heart, Ash Man. You will need it.”

It was all Ser Florent said to him before walking away.

Lancelot looked down to the vambraces, feeling the pattern on the metal again.

He did not need the mercy of the gods on his heart, only yours.

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[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 1 Side B

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Smoker x Law:

Their interactions on punk hazard are just hhhhnnnggghhhh. First they fight against each other and then they have to team up! The sexual tension is through the roof 👀 and they fight so well together too 👀 also law LITERALLY stole smoker's heart?? Sorry for being incoherent that's just what they do to me

I read it in a fic and it was compelling also it would be cool if they both knew rocinante

Law literally stole Smoker’s heart during the Punk Hazard Arc - they saved each other during the Punk Hazard Arc even if they were enemies - classic “Enemies to lovers” energy - perfect matching personalities (INTP x INTJ) - the thrill of a forbidden love between a marine and a pirate.

They have. SUCH a divorcee dynamic listen. - Law literally stole Smoker’s heart in the Punk Hazard arc. - Even though they were enemies, Smoker fought against Vergo and stole Law’s heart to give it back to him, hurting himself A LOT. - at the same time, Law saved Smoker from Vergo and gave Smoker’s heart back even if he didn’t have to. - the way Law smiles when fighting against him and getting on Smoker’s nerves (a lot of tension here hehe). - Smoker’s a marine and Law a pirate, what’s better than a forbidden relationship? - their personalities match perfectly (INTJ and INTP).

SUCH a divorcee dynamic. - we all love a forbidden romance between marine and pirate - the way they interact with each other on Punk Hazard is at the same time easy but full of tension, they clearly have some familiarity w each other - ...and then later they manage to work together seamlessly despite those tensions and differences, and Smoker trusts Law to pick up the slack where he can't. And Law DOES follow through - after the battle Law TELLS Smoker what he's planning next - yeah it's all purposeful for his plans but it's such a clear and obvious manipulation. And yet Smoker does exactly that. - the guy sent to Dressrosa is Issho (which ok Sakazuki says he sent BUT what a funny coincidence still that it's the one guy who's most likely to help Law rather than hinder hmmmm) - when Doffy shows up after Law&co have left and demands to know things Smoker just straight up stonewalls him and lies to his face, with the full knowledge that it may cost him his life. Which yeah, Smoker hates pirates, but he doesn't actually have any reason to do that - if he really didn't care he wouldn't mind siccing the two warlords on each other and watching them destroy themselves so he at the very least must agree with Law if not outright want to help him - delicious narrative parallels! Bc fundamentally they're two sides of the same coin: both are absolutely driven by their personal moral codes and care DEEPLY about people and things. Law may be driven largely by more self-centered goals and focus his good on the smaller circle he chooses to surround himself with, while Smoker is drawn to more lofty pursuits of greater good and helping even those he will never meet or even know of, but at the core they share very similar ideals and values - and ykno. Law LITERALLY punches Smoker's heart out of his chest - also Law is a scrawny-ass twink and you cannot tell me he doesn't have a thing for buff dilfs who could bench press double his weight.

Propaganda for Doflamingo x Law:

Okay this one's fucked up, i know, but i can't help but feel like doffy wants law for more than just him being his corazon (and for his powers). If things had gone just SLIGHTLY differently in the past, law would've probably been manipulated into being his right-hand man (and maybe more)

*shoots you as an expression of love*

#one piece #doflaw #smolaw #trafalgar law #smoker one piece #donquixote doflamingo #op shipping war #round 1 #side B #tournament poll

[julibeeline]

hey!! can you maybe write a fic w quackity x fem or gn!reader

and like he and the reader are like enemies to lovers arc??

i j rlly want some angsty fics rnnnn

A Four-Way Call ☎️ [Quackity]

a/n: this one might be my all time favorite :o

“the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart.”

TRACK: Show Me How - Men I Trust

“hey y/n, shut the fuck up ��� nobody asked.” his voice rang through your headphones. you felt the heat rush up your cheeks in embarrassment as karl and george started laughing.

normally, you would’ve found this funny. normally, you would’ve laughed along and thought of a witty remark to get him back. but today was not one of those days. today, his nasty words were just another add on to your shitty night, and you couldnt bring yourself to go along with the joke.

everytime you said something, quackity would spit out a casual “shut the fuck up” in response. so halfway through the stream you just gave up on speaking, and if someone asked you a question, your minecraft character would nod or shake its head.

“fuck off quackity, i asked. what were you saying y/n?” sapnap interuppted. you smiled for the first time that stream, and you couldnt help the warm feeling of appreciation. “sapnap, i am in love with you.” you joke, crouching your character in front of his.

he let out a small giggle, crouching back. “if anyone here is mean to y/n from now on, im going to kill you — and im talking to you quackity.” he plays along, the vc breaking into all sorts of noises. george lets out a loud wheeze, “woah sapnap no need to get all posessive” “Y/NNAP?” karl shouts. “yep. shes mine.” sapnap replies.

“okay jeez mr boyfriend, ill back off” quackity says in surrender. he knew it was all jokes, but the felt the wave of jealousy flooding through his veins made him question if it wasnt. it was pathetic to feel this way, especially over something he knew damn well was his fault. the remainder of the stream was such a mess. sapnap was giving you flowers and building you a house, and he could only watch with a salty, bitterness in his stomach.

after the stream, ‘Y/NNAP’ was trending on twitter. alex scrolled through the tag with his jaw clenched, making sure to scroll past the ones with hearts. if he’d known his one comment would’ve caused this whole mess, he would take it back in a heartbeat.

let me tell you something if you havent figured it out already. alex was infacutated with you. obsessed, even. the cruel jokes had no hurtful intention, he simply just wanted your attention. it would give him a sense of satisfaction when you would notice him for even a split second, and once he started, he couldnt stop. the shitty words came out left and right, any direction whenever he craved your attention.

you loved alex before you even met him. he was such a loveable person, someone you looked up to. and you did love him when you met him, you did at first, but something went wrong. you didnt know when or how, but something definitely went wrong.

with a snap of a finger, he started to hate you. of course you knew it was all a joke, but it seemed as if he got too carried away. at first he would send you apologetic texts after every stream, something along the lines of “hey, im sorry for being so harsh tonight, i didnt mean any of it.” but one day he just, stopped.

“thank you for the flowers, sap.” your voice rang through the vc. alex’s smile faultered for a split second before coming back up. he saw your character running up to him from a distance, with his heartbeat increasing by every step you took. “hey asshole. not telling me to shut up today?” you giggled, hitting him to say hi. “your boyfriend doesnt allow it now, does he?” he tested the waters. “i guess so.”

oh how he hated your reply. for the first time in his life, he hated that you agreed with him.

the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart. he felt intimidated, like he had to compete for someone that he didnt even have a chance with. surely you hated him by now, right?

quackity’s silence confused you. he didnt join your streams, didnt invite you to his — even if it meant he could roast the shit out of you. and there was one thing you didnt want to admit. you missed him. maybe it was the feeling in your gut that was bashing you for replacing him so easily, or maybe it was the feeling of this unexpected love and affection from someone else. but you did miss him.

it felt as if this rivalry dynamic between you and quackity had just been crushed by a newfound dynamic, one that was far different from this one. you didnt know which you liked better, you didnt know who you liked better.

“whats going on with you and y/n? like are you guys good?” karl asks through the call. alex brings his phone better up to his ear, laying down on his bed. he looked up at the ceiling in a panic. “w-what do you mean?” he answers. “like youre always mean to her on stream like you hate her, and now you just dont talk to her anym-“

“im in love with y/n.” he blurts out. “okay- i know that seems really weird right now but-“

“what?” karl asks.

“what?” an unfamiliar voice. sapnap. sapnap was in the call.

“sapnap? what are you doing here? i thought it was just me and karl in the call-”

“youre in love with y/n?” he interrupts.

“well yeah. are you?” alex asks. he holds his breath in tightly awaiting his reply.

“no, she’s my friend.”

“someone’s in love with me?”

your voice made alex’s heart jump out of his chest. it was en electrifying feeling. the drag of his fingertips against his forehead felt too fake, this whole situation felt too fake. he wanted to wake up from this hell of a nightmare.

“y/n? y-you heard all of that?” he asked.

“no, just the last part. who’s in love with me? i swear if its sapnap joking around im gonna kill him-”

“alex is.” karls said. damn you, karl.

here it is again, the awkward silence. it felt like all oxygen had been sucked out your chest, leaving you behind hopeless. your mind became blank as you thought of something to say, something that wouldnt leave him hanging like this very moment.

“alex?” you ask.

“i am. im in love with you y/n.”

“i guess i can get used to your love.”

epilogue.

sapnap left the call the second he heard what you said. maybe he was all wrong.

maybe the master plan of swooping in to save you at just the perfect moment wasn’t enough, maybe dream was wrong.

“okay- the next time quackity says something you have to butt in and help her.”

“she’s playing along, great! she’ll love you in no time. trust me.”

“keep flirting with her. flirt until she flirts back.”

his words were loud and clear. effective too, but maybe not in the long run.

#dream smp #mcyt x reader #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity angst #quackity imagine #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #karl jacobs #sapnap angst

[inastarlesssky]

In Defense of Dramione - an essay

Okay, time for another Ted talk/ soapbox/ pointless rambling...Putting it under the cut because I have opinions.

In Defense of Dramione - an essay

First of all, I want to say I ship Dramione. Which is a recent thing, specifically about half a year ago. I didn't always because well it never occurred to me that you could. Of course, that's how ships are. We ship some ships bc they're canon, okay, fine. But we ship a whole lot others that aren't because you name whatever reason (they've got chemistry, they WORK, they're better than the canonically approved pairings whatever the hell else, idk). My point is, it had never crossed my mind that I myself would actually like the idea of Draco and Hermione. Bc naturally, you look at them and you think, "He did insult her when they were children. He was an asshat, etc etc." But...BUT.

You know that trope Enemies to Lovers? Ever heard of redemption arcs? Yeah, those are things. Of course, I don't speak on behalf of everyone in the fandom because we all have our reasons for why. But I ship them because there is potential in Draco's character for growth, for repentance, for redemption. I believe that he's capable, when he's an adult of realizing that he fucked up and that the beliefs he was spoonfed as a child are not the law of the land. I've read more fics than I can count that describe this character arc for him and they do it masterfully. Honestly, I think he's a pretty complex character and I believe that we see a sliver of that in the last few movies. Like look, in 6th year, Harry hit him with Sectumsempra and nearly killed him. But when the Golden Trio were at the Manor and it was on Draco's shoulders to identify Harry and basically seal their doom, did he do it? Did he rat them out? Nope.

Maybe this wasn't exactly Draco "forgiving" Harry, admittedly. But Draco saw that Harry was their only hope for destroying Voldemort or for having some sliver of a winning chance, of a possibility of surviving the mess Voldemort was orchestrating. He obviously deemed it important enough to dare to lie, especially knowing that Bellatrix would have summoned the Dark Lord himself in the next few moments. If Draco really didn't care about the outcome of everything, he wouldn't have done that. If anything, we see that he cares at least about the safety of his family because that could have also been the motive. But that gets me thinking, couldn't he also have confirmed Harry's identity? Voldy would have arrived, perhaps praised Draco and spared the Malfoys to die another die. So really, Draco might have gotten more out of it if he HAD confirmed Harry's identity. Hmm food for thought.

Second point, I'm not going to judge anyone in the fandom because of reasons stated above, but I will go so far as to say, please, if you don't ship Dramione, that's okay. Everyone has their own cup of tea, but please, do NOT claim that all of us (that every single one of us who happen to support this ship) are and I quote "are just a bunch of horny teenagers desperate for some pretty boy and pretty girl sex". That isn't fair and it frankly isn't true, so please don't. I know many wonderful people who have crafted amazing stories and shown great talent through their writing to express the complexities I've just spoken about.

I'll end by saying that we all have our ships, and that's okay. There's no real right or wrong inasfaras who you ship with whom. But it's a basic gesture of respect, I think, to let others love the pairings that they love. Spreading hatred, ill-will or just unkindness toward those of us who enjoy a particular ship, that's not cool and that's what brings us down in what should be something we all enjoy and go to find joy and share that joy with others.

Okay, it seems I really defended Draco more than Hermione here but I will die on this hill and defend my dorks. Fight me on it (joking here but really though. XD) Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

#my ramblings #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #in defense of dramione #because i'm sick of seeing people throwing unnecessary shade on this beautiful fandom #thanks for coming to my ted talk