#my brain thought of the first one and it proceeded to brain rot for another hour

[joshhere911]

Some personal saiki headcanons !!! (Mostly stim related ! )

saiki stims . Its very minutely , but i believe his stims center mostly around his hands cus yk most of his powers come from his hands, but its also bc of that his powers come from his hands that he tries Not to stim in fear that it might accidentally active a power

I think, like kusuke , his fingers do a sort of drumming and tapping but unlike kuusuke he keeps his hands down and mostly out of sight !

he's suuper embarrassed by it, so maybe he uses a mild hypnosis on himself so it appears like his hands are prim and perfect and straight Or: his fingers drum too fast that they are perceived normal when rlly theyre just too fast to notice that theyre going too fast yk ?

I like to think that for times when he reaches his limits or his emotions are getting the best of him, he pretends to sleep and astral projects so he can safely stim Bigger . Just saiki stimming !!

I think he probably most definitely does it more around nendou . Yes this correlates with my ramble where him and nendou are like destined besties I DONT CARE THEY ARE SILLY !! He probably puts in less effort to cover up his finger drumming and maybe even gives his legs little wiggles and overly straightens his clothes too often (both from paranoia of look unkempt and a need for stimulation)

Nendou DEFinitely notices, bc hes perceptive but clueless , and he definitely gives saiki some stim toys . Some are more yk loud and attract attention, but others are more subtle for his fingers to fiddle with and get more sensory . Saiki prefers to stick with the smaller ones but in sillier moments he uses the eye catching ones (he always makes sure hes alone . Most of the time hes in the bathroom (bc yk paranoia of cameras in his room and stuff bc kusuke <3) )

Nendou also definitely unintentionally helps saiki stim !! Nendou does "partner stims" with saiki, which include grabbing his hands and moving them around or grabbing saiki and pulling him into a bone crushing hug (saiki doesnt reciprocate it at all but it doesnt stop nendo . saiki appreciates the added weight, even if it just feels like a bag of oranges on his body), fiddling with his fingers or poking st saikis face and shoulders , and just generally bothering him . Saiki doesnt bother to stop it, not only because nendo is impossibly stubborn but also bc he gets the stimulation he needs without having everyone looking at Him and instead looking st Nendou and thinking "why is this guy doing all that for ??"

Eventually, his friends catch on and stsrt doing it as well!! Maybe its a little miscommunication because yk saiki never talks and nendou is an idiot, so some think its stimming(peobably psykickers and whoever akechi rambles to) while others believe its saiki accepting more touch (everyone else)

Kaidou starts with fiddling with one or two of saikis fingers, and when hes in JBW mode he squeezes saikis shoulder but typically keeps his hands off him because hes worried the black best power in his arm might hurt saiki . Or something

Hairo tries to get saiki into more critical thinking games or more physical activities, he doesn't necessarily touch him other than his usual go to (hand on shoulder) but he believes saiki has energy thst needs an output . Saiki reluctantly obliges .

Teruhashi seems like the type to become more touchy with saiki, but she is actually the one who recognizes that its a more stim behavior . Shes the most perfect pretty girl, she Has to know why her classmate is more accepting of stimulating motions lately !! In the end, nothing really changes, but she does recognize that her horde of fans and the noise they bring bother saiki, so she tries to keep them away as much as possible when she goes up to him

Aren starts roughousing with him, bc he Also has a lot of energy that needs an output . Saiki doesnt mind, he could easily overpower him, so he tries his best to be gentle with him . And Try he does LMAO but that just makes Kubo' more riled up until theyre both limp on the ground. Saiki hasnt broken a sweat . His face is towards the ground though, legs tangled with Kubo's whose face is also facing the ground and panting and exhausted . Theyre both smiling idiots .

Saiko brings him shiny stuff , stuff visually appealing to the eye that is easy to mess around with to look at . Chiyo brings in snacks for him to try that are similar to coffee jelly, trying to get him to "branch out" of his safe food . Mera, at the cafe, makes sure hes more secluded so he feels safe to stim more in public places .

The psikickers treat him normally ! Akechi goes on his long rambles, sometimes choosing to do topics relating to saikis stimming, toritsuka is still a perv but makes sure no ghosts are harmed when saiki astral peojects (they never are, he just likes making sure that the ghosts he gets info from are still okay), and aiura still calls him babe and looks at the future . They are the same compared to everyone else adjusting to saikis needs of stimulation, and that provides saiki comfort and even helps him when he gets overwhelmed with everyones change .

(He never admits it, but the adjustment in his friends truly does loosen him up and lower his gaurd . Not as good as an electric shock i bet, but infinitely better than calling kusuke to have him shock saiki . )

Finally moving away from stimming !! My bad i wasnt expecting my brain to run away from me :D

Saiki definitely has a couple beauty marks . Due to his mind control making him appear normal nobody notices for a Hot Minute, but the moment his gaurd goes Slightly lower, there they are . Theres one near his lip and his cheek , and probably 2 on his neck.

Beauty marks are SO pretty he deserves it

I think he also deserves a bit of pudge too, just a softness to his arms belly and thigh area . Especially after the volcano, when he no longer has to train so much to stop it and with all the coffee jelly he ests on a regular

His friends have a kuniharu hate club . Send tweet

Saiki is a Very avid listener when it comes to his friends . This is technically canon, considering the whole dark reunion thing with kaido and saiki following the storyline, but still ! Sometimes they find it a little freaky that he remembers conversations from a yesr or two prior from when they were letting their mouth run out of boredom and saiki at the time seemed a little annoyed but not walking away, but overall find it endearing . Its just saiki being a tsundere as usual <3

(Its mainly cause his friends stories and useless rambling are better to focus his telepathy on rather than the gajillion other voices in his 200m radius. He doesnt really want to listen to then, but sometimes everyone else is So annoying and if Kaidou starts rambling to him about the dark reunion rules or where they are in the storyline , then he will gladly listen to him intently and try to block out everyone not important) (and if that helps him choose gifts, then so be it)

Saiki hates spending the night at other peoples houses !! He tries to avoid it as much as possible, because sleeping in an unfamiliar neighborhood and unfamiliar voices in his head, is not as comforting as one thinks . He would rather be wary of cameras he Knows are there, than be wary of cameras he Doesnt know are there . If there are any . He cant risk it !!

#saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #kusuo saiki #saiki no psi nan #saiki #saiki headcanons #stimming #a LOT of stimming #my bad most of this is about stimming #my brain thought of the first one and it proceeded to brain rot for another hour #need saiki with beauty marks #wait !! im an artist !! I could make saiki w beauty marks !! #i love saiki and his friends #i mention nendo too much #nendou saiki k #nendou riki

[biibini]

hello! :DD

i love reading all of your fics, they make me giggle and smile so much <3 (we’re brain rotting together ✨🤞)

it’s my bday today, so i’m wondering if i may request modern mizu and reader spending time together during the reader’s birthday?

nsfw modern!mizu x reader’s bday (request)

tags: loving mizu, soft, morning kisses, affectionate mizu, touchy, cuddling, bathtub scene???, massages, cunnilingus, dom!mizu, praise, dirty talk, dirty praise talk ?, strap on, hickies, riding, receiving head, fingering, aftercare

a/n: omg first off HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY! i hope this isnt too late & thank u for reading the brain rots :) im glad yall enjoy it as much as i do

18+ suggestive content below

modern!mizu would start the bday business in the morning before u wake up

normally, she would wake up in the early morning to go to the gym

but one day without it wouldn’t be the end of the world

besides, she would get the workout later tonight in between ur legs

(yeah i said it, the D is fire🔥, happy wife happy life)

(anyways)

she’d go out and get fresh flowers

prob from the local flower store in downtown

she’d try to be quiet with her motorcycle but if ur a light sleeper, u would know whats up

but she would come back to the apartment quietly and place the flowers neatly in a new vase

before changing back into her pjs, she would place the vase on the desk w a little note saying “good morning & happy birthday baby ♡”

climbing back into bed, u would feel her arms surround u from behind

Mizu sneaks back into bed after successfully finishing her mission: getting a pretty bouquet for her pretty birthday girl. Now under the covers, she turns to look at you. Still fast asleep, her arms wrap your body from behind. She feels you stir awake and hum from her touch.

Mizu hunches over to get a better view of your face. Your eyes flutter open. You look to your left to find Mizu, hair down and looking at you endearingly.

"Happy birthday, baby.", Mizu greets you, giving you a good morning kiss. You smile and kiss her back. "Thank you.", you respond back.

You hook your arms around her neck, attempting to pull her in for more morning kisses. Instead, she stopped you in your tracks.

"Someone left a special present for a pretty birthday girl on the desk."

You looked past Mizu and spotted the vase on the desk, holding your favorite flowers. Your eyes widen in shock. You crawl out of bed and walk over to get a closer look at the bouquet. Laid next to the vase was a note written in Mizu's handwriting.

Good morning and happy birthday baby, it wrote.

You stared at the note in awe, looking back at proud MIzu with a smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You turned around to give Mizu a big hug and many many thank-you kisses.

modern!mizu would attempt to cook a breakfast in bed

she would probably end up asking u for help

but setting up the table? all her

serving u food? all her

setting u down in the chair? all her

she would want to treat her pretty girl well

in an attempt to make something cute, she would try to make heart-shaped pancakes or any shape u desired

it almost worked with the heart but it ended up looking like a squiggly heart

it was still delicious anyways

modern!mizu would def host a birthday lunch or dinner with u and ur friends

she can spend her time with u later tonight

but she wants u to celebrate with others during ur special day

i dont think she would surprise u but she would shock u with how meticulously planned everything is

from the reserved table to the special free birthday cake to the singing of happy birthday at the dinner table

at first, u thought it would just be the waiter and ur friends all sitting around and quietly singing

but akemi brought a karaoke microphone

and then taigen pulled out his speaker

and ringo brought out a tambourine

and mizu with another karaoke microphone

tbh it was ringo and akemi that wanted it to be loud but mizu just went along

its ur birthday it should be celebrated

they all proceeded to sing happy birthday, loud and proud

while ur waiter laughed and played along, happily singing and clapping to the beat

modern!mizu would probably find some way to sneak in "birthday kisses"

aka just more affectionate mizu

i feel like she wouldn't be the biggest fan of PDA but if she's feeling extra loving on ur special day, that goes out the window

if she's not holding ur hand, her arm is by ur shoulder

if her arm isn't wrapped around ur shoulder, it's wrapped around ur waist

and just random kisses

"just because" kisses

"oh it's ur bday" kisses

she's just in love and celebrating ur day

modern!mizu would definitely give u a relaxing bath after a long day of birthday celebrations

if big parties aren't ur thing, she would make sure to make u feel relaxed

she would set up the bath and let u pick whatever scent or bath bomb u wished to use

if it was ur thing, she would always recommend the lavender or jasmine scent for destress

while in the bath, she would set any tea u would like

light a candle

bring a book

if it was up to u, she could join the relaxation

but if u didn't wish for any disturbances, mizu wouldn't mind

but lets face it: ofc u want her in ur bday bath

after ur all settled, she would join right behind u & wrap her arms around ur body

its such a soft and intimate moment

after a day of celebration, u could relax and take a deep breath

You were sitting in the bathtub, filled with warm water, and a jasmine bath bomb quietly sizzling next to you. To your right, you watch Mizu light a lavender-scented candle. As you begin to settle into the bathtub and relax, you hear soft piano music in the background. You take a deep breath and enter your entire body into the bathtub, enveloping yourself in the warm water that Mizu prepared for you.

"Everything alright?", Mizu asks as she sits next to you outside the bathtub.

You nod in response. "Everything's perfect..."

You pause.

"Except one thing."

Mizu tilts her head in confusion. You look up to her, reaching your arm out to her with an open hand: an invitation to join you.

"You're missing.", you smile.

Mizu smiles back. Not a wide grin but a soft smile.

She strips down and enters the bath behind you. The water splashes against the side. Not overfilling quite yet, but almost filled to the brim with jasmine-scented bath water. You turn behind to see Mizu's face highlighted by one of the candles nearby. Her eyes softly gazed back at you, almost shining in the flickering light.

"Come here.", she says softly, wrapping her arms around your body. You lay back as you feel her hands find your sides, gently hugging your body. You feel her lips softly touch your shoulders, inching closer to your neck. Her breath tickles your neck, making you gasp in response.

"Mizu...", you turn your head to get a better view of Mizu.

"Shhh. Just relax.", she quietly mumbled.

"Let me treat my pretty girl on her birthday."

modern!mizu would give u little massages

she's gotten experience from eiji asking begging her to massage his back after a long day

by request, u can ask her to focus on specific pain points

but tbh the feeling of her hands caressing ur back (or anywhere) can send u a one-way trip to heaven

if ur still in the bath, she would wash ur hair too in the meantime

she can do her hair afterwards

the feeling of her fingers digging into ur scalp and back feels oh so good

NSFW content ahead

(oh thank god let's get to the good stuff)

modern!mizu would def give u birthday head

mizu would not hesitate at all

she would slowly start from giving u gentle kisses to worshipping ur entire body

and the finale erupting in between ur legs

strap or no strap, it was up to u

but she was determined to pleasure u either way

modern!mizu would keep on praising u the entire night

the amount of praises u would hear is sinful

a lot of "my love" or "my pretty girl"s but make it 100x

or "my pretty girl is doing so good"

"you like that, don't you?"

"taking my fingers so well... that's my beautiful girl"

(im blushing just thinking ab it)

modern!mizu would leave a dangerous number of marks

typically, she only likes to leave one or two hidden

but since she's already on a roll

she can get a little careless

and totally not leave a few in between your thighs

and around your boobs

and neck

all in all, she'd end the night giving u ultimate treatment aftercare aka just very affectionate and loving mizu

modern!mizu ends ur birthday night with cuddles and sweet kisses and more softer sfw praises until u fall asleep

You and Mizu lay yourselves on the bed, still recovering from the pleasurable highs and moans a couple minutes ago. Wrapped in Mizu's arms, you squeeze her arms tightly.

"Thank you for a wonderful birthday day, my love.", you compliment her as you kiss her cheek.

She turned to kiss you fully, one of her arms moving to allow her hand to cup your face.

"Anything for my pretty girl.", she answers back, smiling at you once more before coming closer to give you more loving kisses.

#mizu blue eye samurai #mizu bes #mizu x reader #bes mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons #mizu x y/n #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai smut #mizu x reader smut #mizu x you smut #mizu x y/n smut #headcannon smut #mizu headcannon #blue eye samurai headcannons #rotting crying thinking ab mizu #mizu come home the kids miss u

[azures-bazar]

Peculiar Scents

Let's be honest, almost everyone agrees that 1899!John rarely takes baths and is somewhat dirty all day long ! lol

And here is another very weird one-shot my brain managed to work with ! I wrote this between 2 coffees while on a break, please don't mind my awful mistakes ! :')

The gif can be explained later in this one-shot ! This is not a ship.

John Marston x GenderNeutral!reader

Word count : 2k

Short summary : You can’t stand it anymore. This smell is terrible ! John didn’t wash in three weeks... and you can't let him keep going.  

A/note : This is NOT A SHIP ! The reader is having a very friendly/sibling-like relationship with John Marston. I’m too much into John x Abigail (or even John x Javier), sorry :’)

Tags : cute, John is terrified of water, ancient rubber duck, flowers, bath, good and bad scents, John is always dirty, chapter 3, siblings

"No !"

John’s voice sounded across camp. You and Sean had been chasing him for over an hour to convince him to wash himself. You had first attempted to be very nice to him, gently asking him to just rub a piece of wet cloth over his body, which did not seem to work much. Sean was more brutal, carrying ropes to lasso him while John kept walking around camp to get away from the two of you. However, despite giving your best effort to convince him to clean himself a little, John was not ready to accept your request. Abigail had begged you while Arthur had given up, you kindly obliged. 

"Pa’ always stinks !" you heard Jack say almost twice a day

"I can’t walk by his tent no more." the girls had told you

"Sometimes I feel like there’s a rotting corpse in his tent !" Pearson often complained 

"I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he’s peeing by his bed every morning to mark his territory…" Bill usually sighed when passing by John’s tent

In fact, you were one of the first victims of his terrible smell. Your tent was right next to his, and his horrible scent of sweat could only make you feel nauseous as soon as you would wake up and while he would open his tent flaps, unleashing his body odours for at least five minutes. The two of you were always paired to go on guard duty at the same time, so it meant that you were sharing the same schedule when it came to rest in your respective tents. Dutch had firmly refused to move your quarters away from John’s, believing it would certainly enrage Ms. Grimshaw and disturb her overall organisation. He also thought it would lead other members to actively start asking the girls and Arthur to move their tents depending on their moods… and Sean would have been the first to ask for his tent to be moved closer to Lenny’s. 

As far as you could recall, John had always hated baths, and it was painfully hard to convince him otherwise. When you got inducted into the gang by Dutch, just five or six years after John, you could easily remember his smell and how bad you felt when he was too close to you, feeling nauseous most of the time. You adored him, he was the closest to a brother to you, you were always paired with him and hanged with him quite often, but his overall body odour could not make you stay near him for more than a hour without leading you to get some serious migraines. He would wash every once in a while, probably three times a month, which was a miracle considering his hatred for water in general. 

Quite often, Arthur had to hogtie him and drop him into the nearest lake or river, or even go to the closest saloon to give him a proper bath. And, indeed, John hated that. He hated being hogtied and forced into water and would never miss the opportunity to complain whenever someone would do that to him. 

"Get back here, Marston !" Sean shouted from behind you 

"I said no !" 

"Oi, ya ain’t gonna go far, we can track ya with yer bloody scent !" 

Arthur watched you pass before him with a smirk, proceeding to draw a scene of you and Sean chasing Arthur in his journal. He could feel empathy for the two of you, despite this sight was probably the most delightful comedy he had ever watched so far. He had been at your place for years, and seeing someone else have to catch Marston to give him a bath was a very nice comedy to watch ! 

"John, please !" you shouted 

"Leave me be !" 

You kept walking around camp for a while as Sean was preparing his lasso. John’s quick walk was also quite comical to watch, the way he moved his hips and arms made him look like a real clown. A dirty clown. You grumbled as John started running away from camp, quickly getting on your horse as Sean followed you, climbing on Ennis. He was ready to lasso John, who was trying his best to get away from Clemens Point by running as fast as he could. What a surprising thing to watch, just a few weeks ago, he could barely walk due to his recent scars ! 

"C’mon Marston !" Sean laughed. "Some water ain’t gonna kill ya !" 

"Leave me and my dirt alone !" Marston shouted 

"Ain’t got a chance !" you laughed 

John was not going to let anyone take him to take a bath. He hated water, he always had. Bessie had been the only one who had successfully convinced him to bathe, he would do it as soon as she would ask. However, since her passing, it had been overwhelmingly difficult to get Marston to take a bath. He was deadly scared of water, for some reason. Arthur did try his best to teach him to swim, but Marston never succeeded, nearly drowning more than once. It always took a few gang members to drag him into water by now, and you were often among these poor fellers that would be chosen to give him a bath. 

After a very short time, Sean successfully lassoed John, you went down your horse, you tied his hands in his back. He started swearing, begging you to let go, wriggling as much as he could to set himself free. You had to pinch your nose, what a terrible smell ! Even Sean, who’s overall body odour was mix between whiskey and cigarettes, smelled better than John ! 

"Yer goin’ to take a bath, Marston !" MacGuire happily said, dragging John to Ennis 

"Leave me alone !" he responded, wriggling his arms to get the rope away from his wrists 

"I can’t stand your smell anymore, John." you grumbled. "I seriously can’t. So you’re going to take a bath or…-" 

"Or what ?! I ain’t a kid no more, Y/N ! You can’t just scold me like a child ! I ain’t a…-" 

"Next time, I’ll take our boat right here and throw you into the lake so you won’t ever reach the edge of Clemens Point." 

John gasped and grumbled, nodding in shame as Sean dragged him on Ennis. You led the way to Rhodes, heading to the saloon in which MacGuire paid for John’s bath, but refused to come with you. You were going to deal with him alone, while Sean would certainly drink at the counter and probably pass out. All the work was on shoulders, but you agreed with that. You led John to the bathroom, quickly pulling his pants down. Indeed, you were going to have to get him naked, which would certainly be the hardest thing you would ever have to do. 

"H-hey !" he blushed 

"Wanna get wet clothes ?" you asked 

"No, but do you really need to undress me ?" 

"Unless you do it yourself." 

John rolled eyes. You headed to the door and locked yourself in with him, he rose his hands for you to untie them. You obliged and turned around, giving him enough privacy to undress, grumbling a little while sliding into the bathtub. The water was foamy enough for you to avoid seeing his body parts, making you feel much more comfortable. Indeed, you did not want to see John bare body, so you would not dig your hands in the warm water. You turned back, John was keeping his knees close to his chest, giving you a death stare as you approached. 

"You ain’t gonna drown here, John." you said. "Relax."

"I hate you, Y/N. I hate you and Sean." 

"No need remind me, I already know that and love you too." 

"I said I ha…-"

"Me too."  

You walked around the bathtub, looking around the shelves, picking a very peculiar yellowish form into your hands. A rubber duck, you had seen many of these on the shelves of a variety of shops, they were relatively new in stores. John could not relax, you quickly threw the rubber duck in the tub, making him gasp as water got splashed over his grumpy face. 

"What the hell is that ?!" he asked, rubbing his eyes 

"It’s a rubber duck." you answered. "I think they got these to keep children entertained." 

"Do I look like a child ?!"

You nodded with a large smile, causing John to turn shades darker. You had been aware about him being constantly belittled by Arthur, frequently being told he was a child… you even heard Hosea mention that even little Jack was far much docile !

"When you refuse to take a bath, I swear I feel like I’m having Jack right here. It’s funny, though." you laughed

"Damn." 

"It ain't my fault if you can't behave better than your four-year-old boy."

"You can't be serious right now."

You laughed and shrugged, causing Marston to sigh. You watched John looking at this strange realistic looking rubber duck while washing his hair, calmly rubbing his scalp. He quickly became obsessed with this rather strange duck you have him, not even realising anything about his current situation. It gave you more space to wash him without a single complaint. You still allowed him to do clean the bottom parts of his body, not wanting to go any further than his chest. John sighed, still keeping the duck under his arm as MacGuire knocked at the door. 

"Dead-Eye MacGuire here !" he shouted. "Open the door ! "

"Don’t let him in." John grumbled. "Please, don’t."

"If I make him stay outside, you can be sure this place will be on fire in a few minutes."

"Christ sake..." 

Marston sighed and turned his down. You went to the door and opened, making Sean break into the room. While quickly looking at him, you noticed him carrying a broom in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. 

"It’s cleaning time, Johnny !" MacGuire happily shouted 

"Wait, what ?!" 

"Let’s get this dirt out of your body, fella !" 

"Get away from me you damn creep !"

"Sean, wait…-" you gasped 

Sean happy sipped some whiskey and dropped an empty bottle on the nearby chair, allowing you to close the door behind him. John curled up into a ball as Sean started rubbing the broom on his soap-covered back. Marston groaned, painfully holding the rubber duck against him while his fists clenched on the sides of the bath. You watched Sean scrubbing John’s upper body until it was red, preparing a new set of clothes while John was screaming how much he hated you. Both of you. 

"I want you to rot in hell !!" 

Thankfully enough, Sean quickly stopped scrubbing John’s body, allowing him to leave the bath to get dressed while you were not watching. John refused to mount on Sean’s horse and decided to get on yours instead, grumbling all the way back to camp while holding your onto waist. Arthur came to greet you with a warm smile, John pushed him aside and quickly got into his tent, closing its flaps. 

"Damn, he smells much better !" Arthur said, gently patting your shoulder. "How d'you do this ?" 

"Well, we had to convince him in a rather kin…-" 

"We had to use violence, English." Sean stopped you. "Bad business. Very bad business."

Sean walked away as Arthur looked at you with wide eyes. Violence ? What kind of violence did you use ? You gently shook your head, quickly explaining that the treatment you gave to John was not as violent as Sean depicted it to be.

"Violence ?" Arthur smiled. "You really used violence ?"

"Sort of." you shrugged

When the night came, you could finally rest. No more bad smell, you could breathe without feeling like a cow had just covered John’s tent with shit ! However, as the smell was gone, you could hear John groan, and Hosea’s voice sounding inside his tent. You had seen Matthews preparing a mixture to help John’s back to heal after being scrubbed so violently by Sean, and thinking about him applying his balm on Marston made you chuckle to yourself. You could hear how painful it was for him, he kept whining each time Hosea would touch his back. 

"At least, you smell better !" Hosea said with a smile 

Yes. At least, he did. 

#john marston #john marston x reader #siblings #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption fanfiction #sean macguire #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #john marston being dirty af #this man has rabbies I guess #no ships

[kanndlila]

White Day

Kazuha x Reader Highschool AU

Sequel to: Valentine Chocolate

A/N: I got sidetracked so many times while writing this. It’s been a week! I have a bad case of brain rot right now.

Today didn’t start as a normal Monday. For most of the year, you just got to school on time, right on the dot, not a single second late or early for that matter. You liked your bed very much you see, but when your phone alarm goes off, you know it’s already time to head out and any further procrastination will come with consequences. 

But no, today, even when the light rain outside is tip tapping on your window, you simply can’t go back to sleep. It’s an hour too early for you to be waking up. With your brain too alert to go back to rest, you got up and got ready for school. You were on your way to school when you received the first chocolate of your day. 

“Good morning Y/N. It’s awfully early for you to be here. Is there something special going on?” Yae Miko came over. You were just walking by the school gates. “I couldn’t stay asleep so I just got up.” As much as I wish to, I can’t stay in bed forever. Miko reached for something in her bag just as the bell rang for everyone to go to their classrooms. “This is for you my dear.” Miko gave you a wink before going to her own shoe locker. It’s a red box wrapped only by a black ribbon. You gave your thanks before being sucked into your thoughts. The size made you think there could be a purse or a small bag inside. What could be the occasion? Your birthday is nowhere near March 14. 

You put Miko’s gift into your bag just as you open your shoe locker. Some paper fell out of it but you caught it just in time and stashed it into your bag as well, not bothering to read it as changing into indoor shoes is more important right now. Only when you finally sat in your classroom did you read the note. ‘Meet me at the rooftop after school’ it says, no signature or anything. You don’t recognize the handwriting either, hoping you’d just remember to pass by later. Your thoughts were cut short trying to find out who left the note when the Home Economics teacher came in. 

Minutes before your next class, you were approached by Thoma and Ayaka. Thoma passed on yet another gift from Ayato while Ayaka gave you a similar box. You tried asking them what they were for but they gave a vague ‘We just wanted to give it to you’ and ‘I appreciate you.’

Only when you brought it up to Beidou did you get clarity. “Did you forget? Today’s White Day! It’s a holiday in Japan.” “This is my first time hearing of it.” She proceeded to explain the whole thing to you. In Japan it’s when people reciprocate/give back to people who gave them chocolates during Valentine’s Day and there’s a threefold rule aka you have to give chocolate 3x the value/quantity of what you got back in Valentines. There are also three kinds of chocolates supposedly: honmei-choco, special chocolates you give to your special someone [she snickered before moving on, very sus]; giri-choco, obligatory chocolate which explains itself; and tomo-choco, literally chocolate for friends.  The horror of taking home 3 bags of chocolate dawns upon you. It’s going to take you weeks to finish one bag, let alone three. 

Time flew by as your brain just blanked out during the rest of the day. Having your brain fried by Math isn’t something that you are planning on everyday but it just happens. You tried to find other ways to find out who the sender is while being discreet but even Heizou can’t help you. Finally, the end of the school day came. It wasn’t your day to clean the classroom so you head out, making sure no one saw you go up the stairs instead of down as the rooftop is actually an off-limits area. You silently opened the rooftop door and closed it. 

You steered clear of the railing, where students on the grounds might see you, as you scanned the rooftop. It’s been drizzling the whole day so what would normally be the hottest place on campus now has a comforting vibe onto it. The sunset’s painting color onto the clouds.

You were definitely not expecting who you saw. You’ve already processed your emotions through the woodchipper but how come he’s here? Maybe he was waiting for someone else? Oh no, he met your eyes. You just smiled as a greeting and walked towards him, no longer feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. Have you really moved on?

“Kazuha, were you the one who left this in my shoe locker?” You showed the note. “Indeed, my lady.” He pulls up his bag to get something from it. Please don’t call me my lady. You bit your tongue. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?” You sat beside him, watching the sunset. “Yes.” He pulls out a… bookmark? It’s your missing bookmark!

“I can only watch as white camellias blossom and maple leaves fall.” He reads out one side of the bookmark. You wrote haikus on a dainty painting of a red carnation. He then flips it, “Carnations wilting, Questions best left unanswered” You finish for him, “Je t’aime, au revoir” The bookmark had your name on it, even the date when you made it which was a couple of years ago because you’ve always known that it would end badly for you. You’ve tried falling out of love all on your own but you needed that push ‘Ayaka is as perfect as a person can be.’ from Valentine’s to finally do so.

“I found this on the chocolate you left for me. I wanted you to know my answer.”  No you didn’t leave chocolates for him. Beidou did! No wonder she was snickering and kept asking if you gave him anything. He held your hands and stared into your eyes. You can already feel your heart galloping. You can’t look away.

“Your hands are ice but your heart is pure. You have the coldest eyes and the warmest smile. I shall treasure your love but will you still cherish mine?” A tear escapes your eye. He held your hands to his lips, still gazing into your eyes. “You’ve always been so selfless and sometimes I wonder what’s on your mind. I never would’ve thought that you wanted to be mine.”

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A/N: I can’t write anymore. I’m cringing from the amount of cheese my brain managed to come up with, makes me want to jump off a cliff. I write and like tragedies better, this is so sappy I can’t end this properly but it’s still a nice ending, right? right? Proofreading this on my own makes me think it’s lacking but idk. I’m bad at poetry.

Red carnations mean ‘My heart aches for you’ ; You already know Ayaka is the camellia and ‘Zuha the maple leaf.

He also fell in love but it was too late; or is it?

#kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact x reader

[rewritingcanon]

ted and andromeda headcanons because my mind is on them rn:

they give me raven x beast boy vibes, which was my otp as a kid so...

also black cat x golden retriever

like imagine andromeda with her unruly curly head of dark hair, eye bags, brown (almost black) eyes on her pale face, frown lines, always got her arms crossed and always speaks in this sort of tired voice vs this shaggy blond haired man who’s probably a star wars nerd, sunkissed and dimpled, has got removable tattoos and loom band bracelets on his wrists, painted toenails in different colours and wears mismatching socks with crocs and is never not smiling

so ted is a clumsy man (important for next point)

andy met ted when he fell on his face and spilt ink all down his shirt because he was laughing at peeves wiggling his ass at him in their fifth year and consequently lost his footing on the staircase

luckily it was a short fall and he landed on his face in front of andy, and she was like ‘yep, i want that one.’

and then she proceeded to avoid him for another full year, because she was so scared shitless of her feelings

both have a lot of arm hair and they sometimes use gel to make it go in stupid patterns

ted is tall, andromeda is short

ted is double jointed and it grosses andy out

andromeda fell first and harder (smh)

after becoming good friends with ted, andy would literally pay bellatrix not to tell their family she was close with a muggle born. narcissa was disapproving of the relationship too, but she was more easy to persuade

you wouldn’t think it but andy gets so emotional watching sad movies, and introducing her to muggle films just opened up a whole new ballpark for her. cue ted rubbing her back and lightly teasing her as she’s ugly sobbing to ‘love story’ and ‘a star is born’

andy would have some brain-rotting intimacy issues that usually got in the way of healthily communicating her feelings to ted. when they became a couple, she had to unlearn a lot of things or risk hurting him (and she did hurt him, no matter if it was unintentional)

ted confessed, no way in hell would andy do it. even then, she thought he was pranking him

andromeda gets incredible bedhair (i’m talking lion’s mane, frizzy ball of curls mess) and ted loves it

in fact, ted’s slow-building attraction to andy started of with him constantly playing with her hair, and not being able to stop touching it. she became used to it at some point, but he never did

ted tried his hand at poetry once. he gave up because all his poems sucked, except the ones he wrote about andromeda. they weren’t half bad. andy secretly loves them

edgy infp x loud enfj couple

ted’s love language is touch, andy’s is quality time

blah blah blah andy was scared of pursuing ted okay but ted was also terrified when he first realised he was in love with her. he knew what her family thought about muggles and muggleborns, he knew he should just be grateful that they were friends. he was so scared of fucking up and making her choose

but andromeda would drop everything for him in a heartbeat, though, and she did. she never knew what home should have felt like until she met him.

when ted and andy got married (a very noticeably small celebration, as it was only ted’s family really) the two got really shitfaced and started dancing to muggle rock music

both of them have two left feet, something andromeda is usually really embarrassed about. she was too drunk and happy to care, however

and when ted died, she started to write poetry as he had, and she was amazing at it. especially when she wrote about him

#them <3 #i think they are pretty epic #how are they just going to be a throwaway couple when jkr set up a whole bomb love story right there for the taking #tedromeda #ted tonks #andromeda black #harry potter #hp #rewriting #marauders era #marauders #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy

[akitomojito]

I HAVE FINALLY AWOKEN FROM MY FUCKING SLUMBER. Anyways, take yet another brain rot of two characters of mine, the next thing will be soon, since I’m actually not rotting and feel the need to feed the few sleep deprived and needy people here <3

(Word count: 1,513)

(NOT FINISHED ‼️ I add to this occasionally since I made this while I was newer to tumblr, but I’ll keep updating it every now and then 😈)

”You have quite the wondeful garden, my love. And doing this all on your own? I’m truly impressed.” A small chuckle erose from [REDACTED’S] lips as he made his statement, leaning back against a white, polished table. The flowering designs carved into the furniture made it blend it perfectly, yet simultaneously with the surrounding garden. From the lush green bushes, to the fruit that either sprung from tree’s or other neighboring bushes, it truly looked as if a fairytale had been made reality. The sunset had begun to fade in, coating the garden in shades of pink and orange, making it all the more grand.

“Well, didn’t I tell you I grew up in a cottage? Of course I’d be dealt down with the cards of my trade from my home. Besides, it calms me down, and keeps me sane.” Another male replied to the other man’s comment. A slight bit of eagerness in his tone. That came from the humble joy of picking his garden’s fruit, to be more specific, his delightful strawberries. Nobody could grow them the way he liked, so he simply did it himself. He sighed, looking down at his basket. Looking at the name, “Quinn” carved into it, slight embarrassment crawling up on to his face.

“Did you seriously write my name down on my basket?” Asked Quinn, turning his head around to suspiciously stare at the face of his beloved. He couldn’t lie, he certainly was something to the eye. From the brown pants and boots, all the way up to the cream turtleneck, it was as if he was staring at a higher being other than human. [REDACTED] seemed to catch on to Quinn’s staring, raising a brow and proceeding to look around the heavenly area. “Just perfect for our wedding venue, wouldn’t you agree?” Quinn simply scoffed, slowly getting up from his crouched position from picking the fresh berries. But it couldn’t be denied how that of a strawberry color spread along his cheeks, even making as far down as his hands. He could practically feel the flirtatious stare from the man near him, smelling it.


”This is a garden, not a playground, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Gently snapped Quinn, slightly avoiding much needed eye contact from [REDACTED] as possible. He was taking few steps to meet the face of the brute, pondering his own thoughts. A wedding? The idea at first seemed brash, but the more he thought about it, the more his cheeks grew in color. It was as if his cheeks were like thin paper, and some ink was slowly seeping through, leaving behind an annoying, yet obvious stain. How could this man say a simple sentence, and made him feel like he was questioning himself more than he already was? “Oh, shucks. Let a man dream now, sweetheart. That is,” With a sly movement of his hand, [REDACTED] lifted up Quinn’s wrist with his index finger, grinning that infamous grin of his. Slowly, his index finger traced along Quinn’s palm, seeming to follow the permanent lines in his skin. “Unless you’d like to make my dream a reality.”


Quinn could feel his eye slightly twitch, this time deciding to stand his ground against the one in front of him. He didn’t quite glare at him, but gave him a subtle, warning stare. It was a mixture of a demand, and a plead. Almost begging for him not to fluster him more, yet at the same time, continue to adorn him in his love. His attention quickly caught on to a small, white plate. It sat perfectly still on the table his lover was up against, the reason Quinn payed attention to it was due to the fact there were once, a good amount of strawberries laid out across the plate. Now, there was nothing. ”Did you really eat all of the strawberries I picked? Didn’t even bother to leave one for me?” Quinn proceeded to give [REDACTED] a heavy side eye, attempting to counter the statement made previously before. Internally, he smirked to himself. There wasn’t much of a reason he suddenly felt cocky, perhaps now he could put the somewhat of a pain in his rear end in his place. Oh, what an utter joy that would be. The male had been messing around with him all day, he just had to be taught a lesson.

“No, no, I did leave you one. It’s right here. Maybe if you paid more attention to me, you would’ve noticed.” Quinn looked up at him, realizing that in his other hand close to his face, another strawberry sat comfortably in between his thin, slender fingers. Quinn pushed his bottom lip out just a small bit, fiddling with the bottom part of his blouse. He tried to distract himself with the color of his top, a dark, forest green color it was. One of his personal favorites. He looked back up at [REDACTED,] however only with his eyes. “. .I can see that quite well, but you still ate them all. You’re rather lucky I happen to have more on me currently.”


”Or you could simply say I’m lucky I have such an adorable future husband to pick through the thorn bushes for me.” Quinn rolled his eyes, [REDACTED] couldn’t tell if he did that to be playfully rude, or just straight up nasty. In an attempt to distract himself, he offered the strawberry to Quinn with a warm smile. Quinn looked up at the fruit, then [REDACTED], cautiously, slowly but gradually moving his hand towards his to take hold of the fruit. Eventually taking it away from him all together, simply holding the strawberry in front of his face. “I just love it when you’re so kind enough to leave me your leftovers.” Quinn remarked sarcastically, not even realizing how [REDACTED’S] hand was slowly closing in around his wrist. He only noticed when he felt his hand being moved. By the time he looked to see what the man was doing, the fruit was almost pressed against his beloved’s lips, barely inches away. Quinn’s eyes slightly widened, not entirely expecting such a thing to happen. “Well, how about this? I’ll eat my last strawberry, and you could have the rest you just now, picked? If you’d like, we could share.” [REDACTED] Brought Quinn’s hand a little bit closer to his lips, smirking. “So, why don’t we make this one extra memorable?”

Quinn barely had a moment of thought, before the feeling of soft, glossy lips grazed the sides of his fingers. [REDACTED] Slightly licked the strawberry Quinn held in his hand, gradually taking small bites of the berry. As if wanting the moment to last longer. His eyes stared teasingly into Quinn’s, pleased with the redness that had spread all across his face, as well as the heat from his hands. Softly, he ate the strawberry completely from Quinn’s hand, leaving nothing left. However, he didn’t let go of Quinn’s wrist, seeming to gently lick away the apparent “leftover” of the already eaten strawberry, slightly sucking on the tips of Quinn’s fingers. Leaving the male left out for words of rationality. 

A smirk grazed over the lips of [REDACTED] without fail, not once breaking eye contact with Quinn. He felt like he couldn’t if he would have chosen to done so. There was just something about the man standing right across from him, something that echoed in passion. From the day he first met him, there was something special deep within his pulsing veins and body, and [REDACTED] wanted to have it all to himself. He didn’t mean to be greedy, but he simply just couldn’t help it whatsoever. The way Quinn’s eyes were widened with shock, blush coating his face as if it were thick raisen rolling down the bark of a tree, the trembling in his eyes. Oh, how couldn’t he not tease him? He was utter perfection in his eyes, and, [REDACTED] being the person he was, simply couldn’t let such a divine appetizer scurry away on him without getting a taste.

“Oh, darling, don’t tease me with that look. You’re too adorable that way!” [REDACTED] chuckled slyly, seeming to be enjoying the look in his beloved’s eyes. He began to pull his lips away from the blushing hand of his lover, pulling back to lean against the polished white table once more. He stared down at the man below him, with a grin larger than he could’ve ever thought he could have. Something [REDACTED] always loved about himself and Quinn was the height difference. He, standing at nearly six feet, while Quinn only was a mere five feet, along with six other inches. Quinn used to get so defensive when he brought it up, but over the years, there was a glint in his eyes. Hinting that he in fact loved it equally as much. “Oh, enough of that! Do you have no sense of embarrassment when it comes to these types of. .things?! You’re always initiating them, anyway, but why in the most visible of places?”

[takuyakistall]

to yuu.

Note: I wanted to write short HCs for each character as they wrote the letter when I finished reading everyone's thank you messages (◕ᴗ◕✿) ! All of them are very cute and I couldn't help but get some midnight rot so I had to write it down. Here's the link to the post where every message is listed down. Before you start reading, just a heads up, most of these are written in a romantic light. I also recommend reading the letters themselves first before heading here.

Characters: All students + Grim (Excluding Ortho)

Riddle Rosehearts

"Dear friend," Riddle thought that it was the most appropriate way to address you—or at least, that's what his brain is trying to make him think. Ever since overblotting and you helping him snap out of his frenzy, he had difficulty in labeling what exactly you were to him.

Before everything, you were supposed to be just a mere acquaintance to him and yet here you were sending him gifts out of the blue. The general "rule" towards receiving gifts was to give the giver your thanks. Albeit the better option was to thank you personally, he thought that maybe a letter would be better so that he can sort out his thoughts.

Friend. He nodded, proceeding to write down the rest of his message until he realized that this was an opportunity to invite you to tea with him under the pretense of paying you back for the gift. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he continued writing.

Surely, you would accept his invitation, right?

Trey Clover

"Hey you," was that too casual? Too rude sounding? Trey shook his head as he stared at the two words. He hadn't been expecting a gift from you and frankly, he was more than a bit surprised. Though perhaps he hadn't read the "gift" part when he suddenly started writing down questions about what you liked.

He immediately started thinking of how he should pay you back—gifts? He doesn't know your taste that well. Favours? Hmm, he's not too sure about that one. That's why he decided to ask, if there was something you wanted—he'll do his best to find it for you. A tempting offer, right?

It seems like you have to tell him that this wasn't a trade.

Cater Diamond

"Helloooooo," he started off. The extra amount of Os he used was proof that he's trying to take this occurrence casually. Though in the inside he was absolutely beaming. Gifts never fail to put a smile on his face, especially if it came from someone you didn't expect to give you a gift or someone special to him.

In this case, it was probably the latter. He took a small break as he stared at your gift, wondering what he should write. A small smile took over his face as he picked up his phone and snapped a few selfies of him with your gift with a caption before hitting the post button.

"Received a gift from a dear friend, isn't it amazing? ♪"

Deuce Spade

"Friend," Deuce rarely got to experience receiving gifts from friends to one another judging how his past years were spent as a delinquent. To say that he was happy to receive one from you was an understatement, he was over the moon.

He felt the need to mention it to you with a huge grin on his face. He thought of various ways to give you something back as he let out a small hum, he felt like he was having a field day. He signed the message and told himself that today was going to be a great day.

Ace Trappola

"Hey you," Ace was terribly suspicious of the fact that you sent him a gift out of the blue. Were you trying to buy him silence over something you did? Were you trying to convince him to do your homework for you? A lot of questions springed up inside his mind but not once did he think that it was just a genuine, sweet gift with no ulterior motives hidden beneath.

He knew that you would get mad at him if he continued to suspect you so he said that he was kidding in all caps with three dots after that—which didn't help his situation at all.

He felt awkward trying to convey his feelings like this and he ruffled his own hair as he told you that he just needed to tell you something later, when you're face-to-face. That would make it easier for him to speak.

Leona Kingscholar

"Good day," Leona uncharacteristically typed. He felt like he was being held at gunpoint by his past etiquette teachers as he tried to think of an appropriate response. If it were up to him, he would've just slapped a "thank you" on a piece of paper and asked Ruggie to give it to you.

Though he thought that perhaps it was better for him to actually put in effort for once. Even if it seemed like his so called effort seemed like something he just stole from the internet—that was more than enough, right? He'll just put his signature at the bottom and ask Ruggie to give it to you.

Ruggie Bucchi

"Hey you," a big grin took over his face as he wrote down his first few words. He wasn't as experienced as other people when it came to writing down messages of gratitude, he once tried consulting Leona about it—asking how to make it sound decent only to be met with an answer that went like: "Just put whatever."

And that's what he did! Truly, he's thankful for receiving a gift. For a split second, he wondered if he should share it with the people back in his homeland. Though he pushed that thought to the back of his head as he signed the bottom of the paper with his signature. He'll figure that out once he gives the letter to you.

Jack Howl

"Friend," he doesn't know what to say it's embarassing. Even in letters, he still manages to retain that straightforward yet somewhat roundabout personality of his. A tinge of embarrassment seeping through the letter.

He wished he could've just talked to you in person instead but alas, he was stuck here trying to rack his brain for words. In the end, he felt like it was best to keep it simple—the slightly demanding tone at the end was the result of him getting flustered at the thought that it's possible that it could be a date between the two of you.

Azul Ashengrotto

"My dear friend," Azul couldn't count the number of times he had crumpled a piece of paper and threw it into the trashcan only to get a new one—rinse and repeat. Jade and Floyd had to stifle their laughter when they saw how distressed he was over a single message. Though, perhaps that was the fruit of his unconventional feelings towards the giver.

He didn't want to sound too stiff and professional to the point that he sounded like a robot but also, he didn't want to sound too casual to the point that you might find it weird. He had to let out a small sigh as he ruffled his hair, another piece of paper thrown into the trash can before deciding that he should just play it safe and give you a free drink.

Jade Leech

"To my dearest," oh no. His hand slipped and accidentally made his greeting more intimate than it should be, he could go back and change it but—fufu, where's the fun in all of that? His lips tugged up into a smirk as he continued writing, knowing full well that what he was implying would evoke an interesting reaction out of you. But, if that wasn't enough to stir you up a bit then why not put a little more something? He was a prick this way.

He spotted an empty space on one of his shelves in the corner of his eye, glancing at it for a few seconds before an idea popped into his head. A smile that barely showed off his sharp canines, hidden beneath his gloved hand.

"Truly. Would I lie to you?"

Floyd Leech

"Little shrimpy," he grinned. Floyd was in an especially good mood today after receiving such a thoughtful gift from you. He played with his pen in hand, spinning it around as a distant look took over his face when he tried thinking about the reason why you gave him a gift out of nowhere.

Knowing that Floyd pays a little more attention to you than others, he was bound to be curious and he was more than eager to find out—there's always a reason behind someone's actions, after all. He tried expressing his intent to get the answer out of you which came out a little threatening but if you saw the look on his face there's no mistaking that it was an even bigger threat than you initially thought.

Kalim Al-Asim

"Hey love," Kalim was as straightforward as ever. Not a single filter as he wrote down his raw feelings. There was no reason for him to hesitate especially now that he was practically about to shake from pure joy—he was incredibly close to signing the letter and hopping into his magic carpet to give it to you personally but Jamil was there beside him to stop him if he ever does that.

Though that didn't mean that it was gonna stop him from wanting to ask you out on a magic carpet date with him, he'll just have to explain to Jamil when you accept his invitation. That is assuming you'll accept, right?

Jamil Viper

"Dear friend," Kalim practically forced him to write a letter back to you. Jamil wasn't an ingrate, he knew when to show gratitude when it was appropriate but he preferred thanking you in person. He had to settle for this in the meantime, he thought that maybe he'll just invite you to Scarabia to talk about what he could give in return.

He hadn't really expected a gift from you, especially with all the trouble he might've caused you due to his overblot. Though he didn't think it was all that bad. In fact, he felt a little relieved that you didn't hold any grudge against him.

Vil Schoenheit

"My dear," Vil had an unmistakable smirk placed upon his lips. The choice of words he wrote managed to give out a slightly smug vibe as he stared at your gift on his desk. Impressed by your ability for finding him a suitable gift, he decided to give you a little bit in return.

His smirk slowly turned into a gentle smile as he imagined your face probably tearing up at the thought of him giving you a signed card, he couldn't help but put an offhanded comment near the end. But it was quickly followed up with a single bit of rare praise from him.

Rook Hunt

"Hey love," Rook was always one to act dramatically whenever he had the chance and even in letters, he managed to sound dramatic. As soon as he realized that you had sent him a gift he started gushing about how wonderful it was and how inspiration was raining down on him like tiny droplets.

What's a better way to let his raw emotions out than poetry? That's right, this man wrote you a poem expressing how he feels because of your gift. He almost forgot to say his gratitude because he got carried away but thankfully, Epel pointed it out to him before he could give it to you.

Epel Felmier

"Dear friend," he rarely got any gifts from anyone outside his relatives so when he saw you give him a gift, he was excited to say the least. There's always a certain joy you can evoke in a person when you give them a gift it was almost euphoric for some. He thought that it was sweet of you to give him a gift and decided to give one back with a small message.

Friend. For some reason, it felt a bit off addressing you as that but he quickly shook his head and shot down that thought. As for his gift, he prepared a little something he made himself. Hehe, he's quite proud of it too!

Idia Shroud

"@YOU" it was interesting how Idia didn't bother changing to formal speech when he decided to give you a thank you message for your gift. He's typing the same way he would to his friend, namely "Crimson Muscle", but perhaps that was because he didn't know of any other way to talk to you without sounding unnatural or weird.

People would normally not even think about giving him something and yet you gave him one. He couldn't help but smile a bit when he said how you were a bit of an oddball—he came up with various nicknames for you inside his head. Most of them being different words for the term "weirdo". Yet they always had a hint of affection whenever he would think of it.

Malleus Draconia

"Dearest," Malleus started off. It was rare that he received gifts from people outside his family or nobles back in the Valley since a lot of people found him intimidating—terrifying for some, even. He was glad that you felt comfortable enough around him to show simple gestures such as these. Upon receiving your gift, Lilia noticed how it came from you and urged Malleus to write his thank you message differently from how he usually writes it.

Did you perhaps know of the legends surrounding the Thorn Witch...? If so, then maybe he could sneak in a little joke. The gift of beauty and the gift of song—ah, nevermind. He pursed his lips slightly, he'll just handpick a gift for you himself. A small gargoyle statue, maybe. Or he could ask the other members of Diasomnia to help him.

Lilia Vanrouge

"My dear," his lips formed a small smirk. Lilia appreciated all surprises, big or small. Though, in particular, something about your surprise gift made him more excited about it than usual. Was that just his old age getting to him or was it something else? He couldn't be bothered to think about it that much.

As a form of gratitude, he weighed his options. It was either giving you a gift back or letting you ask a favour of him. He thought the latter would be more acceptable until an idea popped into his head as his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. He knew you didn't know what it exactly meant but he gave you his signature nonetheless—he'll leave you to figure out.

Silver

"Hey you," Lilia taught Silver that it was common courtesy to show gratitude when someone gives him a gift. He tried thinking of countless ways to say thank you with his old man bugging him to ask you out on a date instead in the background. In the end, he paid Lilia no attention and instead went with the standard short message and giving a gift back.

He urged himself not to fall asleep as he typed out his message even though he already let out a yawn without him noticing. He glanced at the screen blankly, wondering if he forgot to add anything until he slowly felt himself snoozing off. Head resting on the keyboard and typing out whatnot. When Lilia arrived at the scene, he didn't bother waking him up and just sent the message as it is.

Silver was so embarassed the next day and refused to talk to Lilia temporarily.

Sebek Zigvolt

"Human," he didn't even try addressing you as anything else other than that even in letters. When he found a gift lying by his room, he was a tad suspicious but loosened up when he read the tag attached to it. As stated, it came from you and the gift was meant for Malleus—wait, what. Sebek scrunched up his face as his eyes scanned the words printed on it.

"To Sebek Zigvolt" This was a mistake, right? Sebek was a bit flushed but quickly shook it off by saying how it was probably a subterfuge or whatever that was. There was no way it was for actually for him, right? Surely, you must've sent this in hopes of hearing more about the great Malleus Draconia. Right?

That is... Wonderful!

Grim

"Dear underling," it was cute how he made an effort to write you a letter despite being in the same dorm wherein he could just talk to you directly. But perhaps he was so touched to the extent that he wanted to do this—did you give him tuna? He struggled thanking you properly and ended up boasting about how he was going to be the greatest sorcerer.

Even though he called you underling at first, he couldn't help but soften up a bit. That didn't sit right with him somehow, he didn't know why. He let out a groan as he racked his head for a more appropriate word until-!

Partner... Sounds about right.

#twst #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #Scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt

[chironshorseass]

You’re my favorite person for when it comes to Powerful!Percy (your thing about Percy’s fight with Hyperion is chef’s kiss), so I was wondering what your thoughts were on Percy blowing up Mt. Saint Helen’s on accident. He really did cause a quarter million to be evacuated and almost destroyed the Northwest United States unintentionally. I Stan.

thank you!! i’m glad you like my takes because apparently everyone gets brain rot from them and we love that 💅

i’ve said this mainly in my take about hyperion but i also mention it in the one about percy fearing water, and my initial post, that i headcanon or more so i point out how percy is the ocean.

and for the mt. saint helen thing...it’s so crazy that so many of percy’s most important moments when it comes to his powers have been on accident. or, well...it’s more so that that’s how it looks like. because rereading that scene again, he kind of knew what he was doing. at least, he willingly unleashed the power that potentially created an exploding volcano.

this was one of those moments when he realizes just how much he’s capable of. the sea is inside him. all he had to do was let go. and that’s exactly what he did. so yeah, ok this time i checked, and THIS confirms my entire theory and i am losing my mind bc why do ppl not talk about this:

(this is, in context, the part where percy has to clean the stables in that ranch and talks to the naiad of the river nearby who gives him some advice)

and this naiad literally compares herself to percy. she says, “the water is within me. it is my life source.” and then proceeds to become part of the river itself. like hey!!! what if percy could do that??

and hey???? what if he did? what if he became actual water at some point?

and examining the scene of when he blows up the volcano, this is what happens:

in that moment of panic, of helplessness, he calls to the sea. he searches deep within himself. because this is what the naiad told him, which is what i’ve been saying this entire damn time!!!

and here’s the best part, which is where i’m coming from, saying that he became the water itself. at least in my interpretation:

“I shot upward from the heart of the volcano in a huge explosion, just one piece of flotsam thrown free by a million pounds of pressure.”

and we could infer that he was just thrown up in the air like trash, but i think it’s more than that. the sea is within me. again, this is what he literally says. it is CANON that he unleashed the raw, PURE power of the ocean. he became the ocean. he was part of that water mixing with the lava—because he is the ocean.

which is another thing, people debate that this is one of the only times percy demonstrates that he can cause an earthquake, and...i unfortunately have to disagree. don’t get me wrong, i love the idea of percy having dominion over the earth and totally accept it as canon with my whole heart, but it isn’t what happened here. this explosion happened because an enormous amount of water created enough pressure to make a fucking volcano explode.

and how can anyone do that if their life source wasn’t linked to the sea? how could he summon that water? that strength? because that’s what he did: he SUMMONED WATER in the middle of a VOLCANO!!! and then he proceeded to merge himself with said water. this actually reminds me of nico di angelo’s case, because he can become a literal shadow. i’m pretty sure there was this whole thing in boo where he’s kind of permanently becoming part of the darkness. so why not percy? why not have him be like that naiad, who’s life source comes from water? that’s basically what’s going on here.

and i am also considering this as a fact (yes, yes it is), because when he arrives at calypso’s island, he is on death’s door. just like nico was when he first shadow traveled. of course, there’s the part where he was thrown off the face of the earth and nearly burned alive, BUT that wasn’t his problem at all!! because leo was also thrown into ogygia, and he wasn’t in such horrible shape. the burns shouldn’t have hindered him as much, because he is still poseidon’s son—and besides, when he summoned that water, it should have healed him to some degree. no no no, he nearly died because of the way that he almost burned himself out, nearly wasted his entire life source, poured it all out into that volcano and just. became water himself. THAT’S what happened. THAT’S why hephaestus was like, “you don’t know your own strength.”

this is just the tip of the iceberg. who knows how much the ocean affects percy and how much he can affect it. would his mood change with the tides? with a storm? and what if he tries this again? what if he tries this unleashing of his own self? what if he tries to melt into water, just to see how it goes? can he willingly do it, or would that cost him just as much as that time in mt. saint helens? WHEN, i repeat WHEN are we going to see this again??? but no, we won’t see this again. rick didn’t give it to us and he never will, so i have to do all the dirty work😤

#anon #mari's ted talks #pjo #tbotl #percy jackson #powerful percy jackson #dark percy #dark!percy #the battle of the labyrinth #im posting it rn apparently i get brain rot at midnight #also thx anon! my take is here and im kind of👁👄👁 myself #ask tag🤠

[nah-she-didnt]

From the list of prompts 16 hinny?

Alright, here’s the deal. For some reason, I can’t find the prompt list again, I’m so sorry! So if you’ll forgive me, here’s the answer i wrote to prompt #10 (which was also prompted to me by the lovely @sweeethinny) and shoutout to @cellularphoneexplosion for inspiring me to write a ouid fic.

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Also, it’s midnight (11:55) and I’m baked, happy 4/20 y’all!

(cw: drug mention)

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“What’s it called again?”

“Mary Wants Ya,” Sirius said confidently.  

“Marijuana,” Remus corrected, “it’s from a plant. You put it in a pipe or roll it up like a cigarette, then you smoke.”

“How strong can it be if a muggle drug?” Peter said as he eyed the small bag in Remus’ hand, “Maybe it’s like how muggle alcohol is less strong for wizards.”

“Only one way to find out!” James said cheerily. He held his hand out confidently to Remus, who obliged. James removed one of the small, white joints from the bag and lifted it to his nose. “It smells weird.”

“Weird how?” Peter asked with an enthusiastic squeal.

“Like spices,” James frowned as he smelled the plant, “and skunks.”

James lifted the joint to his lips and lit it with the end of his wand. He sucked in a breath of air, held it for a few seconds, then let it out. The boys watched in fascination as the cloud swirled up towards the ceiling.

“Blimey,” Sirius whispered, watching the cloud dissipate, “how do you feel?”

“I don’t feel anything,” James shrugged, “it must not work on me.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Give it a few minutes. Alright, Padfoot, you next.”

Sirius accepted the joint as if it were the Sword of Gryffindor. He took his turn slowly, savoring the smoke in his lungs for several seconds before letting out a long exhale. This impressive display was proceeded by a long, wet coughing fit.

“C-C-hrist, Remus,” Sirius gasped between coughs, “are you trying to kill us?”

“No!” Remus insisted as he tried not to laugh too hard at Sirius’ state, “No, trust me, you’ll feel it more after you’ve coughed a bit.”

“Maybe I should have coughed,” James said grumpily, “I don’t feel anything. It must not work on me.”

“My turn!” Peter cried. He held his hand out for the joint.

“Not so fast,” Remus scolded. He took the joint from Sirius’ outstretched hand, “It’s circle etiquette. No skips allowed.”

Remus brought the joint to his lips, took in a long, deep breath, then exhaled his cloud of smoke in one fluid motion. He coughed once, then grinned up at his friends. “I should have mentioned, this isn’t my first time.”

“Blimey, Moony,” Sirius said, his voice hoarse, “you make that look downright sexy.”

To his horror, Remus could feel a blush creeping up his neck. “Right,” he squeaked as he held the joint out to Peter, “your turn.”

Peter managed somehow to have an even worse coughing fit than Sirius. James, who insisted that he didn’t feel anything and that the drug didn’t work on him, did his best to cough as well on his next turn to try and feel the effects more intensely.

A few minutes later found the boys still in their circle, perhaps a little more slumped in their postures than before. Sirius was staring dreamily out the dormitory window, Remus slumped against Peter’s legs, and James stubbed the halfway-finished joint out into the ashtray on his lap.

“This is bollocks,” James muttered slowly, his eyes unfocused, “I don’t feel anything, it must not work on me.”

“Prongs, if you say that one more time, I’m going to chuck that pair of socks of Evans’ that you stole in third year out the window,” Sirius said lazily.

James sat bolt upright. “I knew you’d been sneaking in my trunk!”

“Oi,” Peter called from his spot on the floor. He pointed to three dots on the open map that sat between them. The dots were moving with impressive speed. “we’ve got company.”

The door to the dormitory burst open before the boys had even a hope of covering up the incriminating scene. There stood three eager-looking girls.

“Remus,” Dorcas called from the doorway, “don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Remus’ eyes dashed between each of the three girls. “Erm, forgotten what?”

“That you said you’ve got grass,” Lily said as she stared at the joint that still sat on the ashtray in James’ lap, “alright, Potter?”

“My eyes are up here, Evans,” James deadpanned.

Lily smirked, “Whatever.” she, Mary, and Dorcas filed into the room and took their places in the circle. Lily chose the open spot next to James, plucked the joint from his’ lap, and lit it with the end of her wand.

“Two prefects in one go,” Mary called at Lily as she inhaled, “my my, such rule-breaking.” Lily did not reply but gave Mary the finger as she held in her breath.

“What were you saying about James’ socks, Moony?” Sirius grinned from across the circle.

“Shut it, dog breath,” James snapped as he chucked a pillow at Sirius’ head.

The group continued to pass the joint around the circle until it burned out completely. They sat in silence for a few moments, all leaning against one another or gazing silently in the same directions. Tangled together in hazy unison. At last, Remus spoke.  

“Dorcas, how did you even know that I had it?”

Dorcas snorted. “You told me in History of Magic, dolt. Don’t you remember?”

Remus frowned. “No, I don’t.”

“You ought to be careful, Moony,” Sirius said in a sing-song voice, “they say this stuff will rot your brain and kill your memory,”

“That’s bollocks,” Lily said with a wave of her hand, “nothing wrong with getting a little stoned. Well, unless you do too much at once, that’s no fun.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” James scoffed, “Do too much? How can you do too much? Honestly, I don’t feel anything, it must not work on me.”

Lily patted him gingerly on the shoulder. “I think that’s enough for you, now.”

“Mmm,” James hummed. He closed his eyes, then leaned sleepily down to rest his head on Lily’s outstretched leg. His eyelids fluttered slightly, and his breathing became slow and rhythmic. He had, miraculously, fallen fast asleep.

The whole circle burst into silent snickers.

“What a lightweight,” Mary hissed from between her fingers as she tried to stifle her giggles.

“Shh,” Lily whispered as she flapped her hand at her laughing friends, trying in vain to keep them quiet, “you’ll wake him.”

“Who would have thought,” Sirius hiccuped as he winked at Lily, “you like him sleeping on you, don’t you Evans?”

Lily stuck her tongue in his direction. “Shut it, you.”

But Remus couldn’t help but notice the flush that crept up her neck and onto her cheeks at Sirius’ words. He watched her for the rest of the afternoon, noticing the way she would look down at James’ sleeping form and smile softly. Perhaps Lily wasn’t a lightweight, but she did not have a particularly good poker face either.

#cw: drugs #nina writes #side jily #pov remus #jily #one shot #happy 4/20 my dudes #ouid

[ditttiii]

Dilectio ♡

▣ Summary: You run your hands across his lower lip as he caresses your cheeks, draws small repetitive circles over the skin, and you relish the moment, the quiet, the space between you two where your breaths mingle until they become one. “Let me buy us a house, somewhere outside the city, where it’s just you, me, Holly maybe a friend for her, a cat for you, and a pond full of fishes, our own little place.”

▣ Warnings: Nothing major except tooth rotting, sickeningly sweet fluff and a make-out session or two. Oh! & Yoongi is called lill meow-meow. Oh 2x! & Yoongi has bread-cheeks. (PG-13)

▣ Genre: fluff, humour, slice of life

▣ Pairing: Yoongi x Plus size Reader

▣ Word Count: 3.1k

This work was commissioned by the lovely @bucksvseverybody for the Changes with Luv  fundraiser project, hosted by @ficswithluv​. All proceedings from this project go to the BLM funds.Thank you so much for your help and kind donation! I hope you like it ❤

You let out a watery giggle as you see your boyfriend give his signature gummy smile to the camera and conclude his part of the commencement speech. 

Said boyfriend, hearing your laugh then proceeds to tighten his arms around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

"Oh, so my advice is funny to you now?" You hear Yoongi grumble, and a shiver runs down your spine at the feel of his lips forming the words on the sensitive skin of your neck. 

Snorting, you sniffle and wipe away the few stray tears that had slipped out, before you twist your torso and look your boyfriend in the eye. 

"If you think I don't see you fishing for compliments, you are dead wrong baby boo." You say as a cheeky grin spreads across your face. He acts like he hates that name, but you know better. The tip of Yoongi's ears turns red, proving you right before he again buries his head in your neck and mutters a quiet, "Smartass."

You burrow your head in the warmth of Yoongi’s sweater and let the soft cloth absorb the few stray tears that had slipped out. Your attention now away from your laptop screen, as you miss the rest of the boys and their speeches. You decide to look them up later as your body protests leaving the warmth of Yoongi’s body heat. 

"Do you really feel alone?" You voice out the question that had been bugging you for some time now. You don't want to assume anything but the thought that your boyfriend has been having a difficult time without you knowing about it doesn't quite sit well with you. 

You feel more than hear Yoongi let out a huff, as his warm breath hits the nape of your neck and you suppress a shudder. 

"Jagiya," He begins before suddenly the hands that were around your waist shift and wrap themselves around your shoulders, pulling you closer to the man in question and tilting your head up.

You hum and shift your gaze up-to meet his eyes, your hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, his soft black hair, tickling the skin of your fingers as you run your hands over his skin. 

"I didn't mean it how you might think I did. I don't feel alone in the sense that I feel like I have no one. It's more of a....creative feeling, where I feel like my inspiration sometimes runs dry and then I don't know which way I should go next." Yoongi says, and you nod in reply. 

He tilts his head as he tries to catch your gaze, but you shift your eyes away. You don't think Yoongi is lying to you, you know he never would. But you also wonder if he is telling you the full truth or not. You wouldn't put it past him to hold back and keep his feelings to himself if he thinks it might worry you. 

Yoongi might seem rough from the outside, but once he allows a person in, he treasures them more than most do. You know that better than anybody else. 

You see it in the way he brings home your favourite coffee from halfway across the city every time you pull an all-nighter, hear it in the way he whispers goodnight to you every night he comes home late and thinks you are asleep.

More than anything else, you feel it in the way his touch caresses your skin like you are a porcelain doll, glides over your curves leaving you feeling treasured and your heart bursting with love and affection for him. 

"Jagi, I love you." You hear your boyfriend's deep, slight gravely voice say and before you can reply, his hands are snaking from your shoulders to your neck and tipping your head up as his soft lips, dip down and interlock with yours. 

Your surprised squeak is muffled as his lips glide over yours, the feather-soft feel of them leaves you feeling warm as your toes curl and your hands' fist and tug the collar of Yoongi’s sweater, pulling him closer. 

His tongue slips between your lips as it licks a strip over your lower lip and you open your mouth, tongue reaching out and gliding over his in response. A breathy moan slipping out almost unconsciously when you feel his hands slide over your curves, caressing the skin under, and your blush rises, the skin from over your chest to the tip of your ears feeling flushed and warm.

You don't think you are needy, nor are you the jealous, insecure kind, but something about Yoongi’s touch has you aching, craving for more, and the thought of someone else being on the receiving end of it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Huffing, you tug him closer, your nails softly skimming over the sensitive skin of the back of his ears, and he shudders, a grin of your own slipping onto your face when you realise for the billionth time the effect you have on him. 

"Stop grinning," Yoongi grumbles embarrassed, his pale skin, looking red as a sheen of oil gathers over his cheeks and nose, highlighting his soft, curvy features, and you bite your lip, humming back a response before you tilt your head up and drop a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

"I love you too babyboo," You whisper back, your lips ghosting over his as you keep them close, your words dripping with love and your eyes overflowing with affection as they gaze into his.

You watch as Yoongi’s eyes turn soft, their usual cat-like silhouette, melting into something curvier before he's closing the distance between you two and your eyes slip close.  

With Yoongi’s soft and sugar-sweet lips on yours, you lose yourself, until the feel of his silky hair twined around your fingers and his puffs of warm breaths on your face, are all that you are aware of anymore. 

"Dammit, I swear to god, if you do that one more time, I am kicking you where the sun doesn't shine." You playfully growl out loud, only to squeal when another spray of water hits the back of your neck. 

Huffing dramatically you advance towards your boyfriend, who's now trying to act innocent, his back turned away from you, neck slightly hunched as he looks down and continues to wash the vegetables for tonight's celebratory dinner. 

Coming to stand beside him, you lean your hip against the counter top behind you, and turn to look at your boyfriend. His bottom lip under the clutches of his pearly teeth, his gummy grin on full display despite his apparent attempt at trying to hold it in, Yoongi looked like the picture-perfect definition of the word adorable. 

"Mature, Real Mature." You remark wryly and roll your eyes fondly when the laugh he had been trying so hard to hold in, finally tumbles out. Body hunching over the counter, as his hands grip the edge, chuckle after chuckle flow out of him. His usual gravely, raspy, deep voice, raising slightly in pitch as his laugh starts to go squeaky and his cheeks bloom red due to lack of oxygen. 

Huffing you try to move away and go back to your cooking, but his hand snakes out, tugging you closer. 

The softness of your chest collides against the hard, coiled muscles of his torso, and your eyes drift over to his sparkly orbs. His bread cheeks on full display, eyes melted into two crescent moons, the wide gummy smile stretched wide. 

Even if you had been genuinely angry, you'd have melted immediately. 

"You're too cute for your own good little meow-meow." You tease and watch as Yoongi's blush darkens, a groan spilling out of his lips as he pulls you closer and nuzzles against your neck. 

Giggling, you run your hands through his hair, caressing the skin of his nape as Yoongi's hands tighten around your waist, the soft flesh under his grip feeling warmer. 

"For someone who's supposed to be the tough, scary one you're awfully affectionate," You remark when you feel him leaving soft pecks on your neck. 

"Well, little meow-meow is soft for you," Comes his reply, face rising and dropping a kiss on your forehead, his soft, full lips leaving their impression on your skin even after he's pulled away, and gotten back to his washing duty. 

Heart bursting with affection, you take in the man who in a span of a six-month relationship has somehow turned into your entire world. When you had first met Yoongi, you were still in college. 

Stressing over your impending finals and drowning in stress, you had more or less body slammed into him, drenching his coat with your coffee. Bloodshot eyes, a rats nest of hair, you had then proceeded to scold him for standing in the middle of the cafe, your sleep-deprived brain too shot to realise that you could get into a world of trouble for insulting the world-famous musician. 

Not all that unexpectedly, you had left quite an impression on the record-breaking idol, and thus began the wooing. 

Ridiculously expensive flower arrangements with lyrics and small poems written onto the cards, gifts from all over the world—little trinkets he would buy from wherever he was, would arrive at your doorstep; softening you inch by inch, day after day. 

Yoongi never one to a miss a chance, had swooped in like a prince charming, out of his Mercedes Benz with your favourite coffee from halfway across the city, and hook, line and sinker—

You were wooed. 

Six months later, here you are, fresh out of college, celebrating your graduation night with your boyfriend. 

Smiling dopily at your thoughts, you move past and get back to cooking, Yoongi's hand reaching out and gliding against your wrist as you pass by. 

As the fragrance and warmth of the still-hot Bulgogi and Samgyeopsal wafted up to your nose, you break your chopsticks apart, picking a piece of the meat and biting into it. Moaning, in pleasure and satisfaction, when the sweet and savoury flavour hits your taste buds. 

Lightly swinging your feet under the table, you nudge Yoongi's feet and grin, your hand rising up to cover your mouth when he raises his brows, his hand pausing mid-rise. 

"I kill at cooking, admit it, I am better than you baby," Winking, you tease, your feet under the table hooking under the edge of his PJs, sliding against his legs, and you watch amused as the tips of his ears go red, but he doesn't shift. 

"Who taught you to cook, you brat?" He quips back with a wink, and you just giggle, head tilting as you catch his gaze and receive a soft smile in return. 

Fondly you watch as Yoongi picks a piece before his hand extends towards you, and you rise a little from your seat, reaching out and biting into half of the meat piece and chewing. 

Too big for one single bite, you leave half of it in Yoongi's hold, but before you can reach out and eat it, your boyfriend already has it in his mouth. 

His cheeks bulge out with the still too big a piece, and you gape, a wounded whine deep from your chest coming out in response. 

"Hey! That was mine!" You playfully glare, as your hand reaches out to snatch his chopsticks away, but Yoongi leans back and out of your reach. 

Winking, he grins, "What's yours is mine, baby boo." 

Raising your brow, before your boyfriend can blink, your hand reaches out and clutches onto the last piece of meat from his plate. Inside your mouth not a second later, you let out an exaggerated moan, dramatically closing your eyes and throwing your hands over your heart. 

"Whaa! You brat!" He exclaims, his pout coming out in full force as he moans over the loss of his precious meat. 

Winking you reply, "What's mine is yours, meow-meow."

Seeing your boyfriend get up from his chair, you scramble to getaway. Squealing when you feel his hand graze your waist, you push yourself harder, your laughter ringing across the apartment. 

Breathless you fall onto your bed tired, and move to hastily roll over to your corner. 

Yoongi, however, can be fast when he wants to be, and before you can scoot all the way, his arms are caging you in and pulling you closer. 

Squealing you try to push him away, but his hand's sneak under your sweater, and then he's tickling the soft skin under, sending you into peals of laughter. 

You try to wriggle away, but he entangles his legs with yours and refuses to budge. Gasping for breath, you pat his shoulder and squeal out an apology for stealing his meat. 

Finally taking mercy on you, he stops, and you draw in a long breath. Your body feels hot under your sweater, even in Seoul's harsh winter and chest heaving, breathless you turn to your boyfriend. 

Yoongi's body, conditioned after years of dance practices and concerts, is doing a lot better than yours. The only indication that he had even chased you through the hallways of your apartment are his cheeks; tinged pink and glistening under a thin sheen of sweat. 

You drink in the sight of your boyfriend, from his narrow cat-like eyes to his curvy nose, to his fuller lower lip. His body heat seeps into you and warms you from where his legs are still twined around yours.  

Your appreciation of your boyfriend, however, is cut short when said boyfriend rises and snuggles into you. His face nestling over your chest, and between the creases of your soft sweater, cheeks squishing against your chest, and you just look on amused as your boyfriend makes himself comfortable over your chest. 

You want to call him out on how cat-like his behaviour actually is, but you refrain, content to bask in the familiar comfort that Yoongi brings for now.

"You're soft." He mumbles, his voice coming out soft, half-muffled, his nose and mouth still pressed against you, and you snort out a "You're not,"  when you feel his chin slightly dig against your ribs.  

Picking up on your slightly strained voice, he shifts down, until his face is squished against the curves of your stomach. Breathing no longer a stifled process, you just hum and run your hands through his hair, softly scratching the scalp under your tips every now and then. 

Yoongi melts under your touch, a pleased moan slipping out when your hand slides to the back of his ears and lower to his neck. Smiling, you feel him snuggle closer, his face finding purchase between the warmth and softness of your flesh. 

Maybe if it was anybody else you'd have felt a little self-conscious, might have felt the need to change yourself, lose some weight to be like one of those thin, barbie doll-like female idols. But somehow with Yoongi, you have never felt that. Not an iota of self-doubt ever arose when he caressed your skin, your curves, the hills and valleys over the canvas that was your body. 

It wasn't like you were unhealthy, and if you ever feel the need to lose even an inch, it would be on your own accord, and never because you felt like you had to change, to fit into any mould that the society had carved out for you. Your boyfriend had made sure of it, reassuring you early on in your relationship that he loved you in all of your entirety and you don't doubt him. Anybody else you might have, but Yoongi wasn't one to lie, he valued your trust and you as a person too much to do that.

"I love you," His voice flows up to you, deep and dripping with love for you, and you pull him up, hands curling around his neck as your eyes gaze into his before you let slip a smile. 

"I love you too," You say, your voice soft and small, as though you are afraid that if you speak any louder, this moment might shatter, the little bubble that you two are in might pop, and you'd be sent craning into reality. 

But this is your reality. A voice inside your head supplies and you have to stop yourself from tearing up. Even after six months, the surreality of the situation hadn't left, the reality hadn't quite fully sunk in. 

You think of you and Yoongi together, look at his face beside yours on the pillow every night, and it feels like a dream come true. You wonder what you did in your last life to deserve someone as patient, loving and mature as Yoongi, and while you don't know what your past-self did to deserve any of this, you are thankful to her. 

Looking into his dark, onyx eyes, the moonlight from your window brightening his pale face, something inside your chest, tightens. 

You run your hands across his lower lip as he caresses your cheeks, draws small repetitive circles over the skin, and you relish the moment, the quiet, the space between you two where your breaths mingle until they become one. 

"Let me buy us a house, somewhere outside the city, where it's just you, me, Holly maybe a friend for her, a cat for you, and a pond full of fishes, our own little place." Yoongi proposes, taking the chance and asking you the question he had first worded a week ago. You hadn't given him an answer then, a little hesitant to let him spend all that money on you. It wasn't like you two were married, you had only been dating for six months.

But would you ever marry anybody else anyway?

The same voice from before whispers and you already know the answer. Not anymore. Not after Yoongi. 

Looking into his starry eyes, the ones that hold an entire galaxy and all the love he has for you, you nod, say yes to your own little place away from the rest of the world, somewhere you'll one day build your own family. A garden for your plants, a studio for Yoongi's music, and a courtyard for where one day your children will play, run after Yoongi and you, as you all chase each other. 

You can already picture it and looking at the excited, bright grin on Yoongi’s face, you know he can too. 

Giggling, he pulls you closer, and your laughter spills from between sloppy kisses and half intake breaths. 

Ask me again 다시 나에게 되물어봐 Are you happy now 지금 행복한가 The answer has already been decided 그 답은 이미 정해졌어 I am happy 난 행복하다

—Min Yoongi  화양연화 || The Most Beautiful Moment In Life.

A/N: And so its out! I have loved writing soft Yoongi with every cell of my body, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you Grace for commissioning this and helping fund the BLM movement. Black lives did, do and will always matter. 

Leave me your feedback, I genuinely enjoy reading every single word. & Have a good day ahead ❤

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[jaalismyhusband]

Magical apple

Title: Magical apple

Pairings: Chris Evans x f!reader

Warnings: RPF, tooth-rotting, cheesy stuff, me not knowing where to put commas (yikes XD)

Wordcount: 1.7k

A/N: Hi, everyone! *ehm* this was supposed to be a drabble, but I snapped. Thanks to my brain for the prompt, this was a very pleasant dream to dream, buddy. Anyways! Hope you enjoy this floofy piece, because I’ve got a hella angsty WiP series about Geralt a.k.a. the butcher of my heart. Thanks for reading!!  

beta’d by @6crazyboutcruise9​

Masterlist

You were working as a professor at the local university. You always knew, that forcing students to attend your classes was no way to make them like you and actually listen. No, you had to engage with them outside of the class too. So, you focused not only on the lectures, but on the out-of-school activities as well. That meant organizing some charity work, workshops, debates with interesting people and so on.

To say you were shocked when you booked Chris Evans for one of the debates, would be an understatement. You were even more nervous than your students, but you couldn’t let it show.  Being the ever-supporting professor, you reassured them that they will do just fine, because they were your smart students after all. They seemed to relax a bit at that.

Encouraged, you all went to greet Mr. Evans and you offered him a coffee, which he was quick to accept. You could sense he was upset about something, but it wasn’t your place to ask him what’s wrong. Soon after your interaction, he was ushered on the stage by another professor, who shoved a microphone in his hand, wishing him good luck.

The lecture went splendidly, now it was time for an autograph session, where students could get their own three minutes with Mr. Evans. One of your colleagues announced it and students were quick to form a line.

It seemed like it went on and on for hours, but Mr. Evans was somehow still polite to every single person. Even if the questions were repetitive, he answered them with patience. You were near him, just in case he needed something. However, you were a single woman as well, so from time to time your eyes may or may not have lingered on him longer, than they should’ve.

You mentally scolded yourself and focused on the actual questions he was being asked. You were proud of your students for coming up with the interesting, difficult, philosophical and even some weird questions. Thankfully, they hadn’t asked about personal things, until they did. The line was coming to an end and now it was mostly students from other classes, even other schools. You could tell those questions were bothering Mr. Evans and it was only adding to his frustration.

“Next!” you called. There was only one person left, a young girl.

“Finally!” she huffed as she came up to Mr. Evans. “So, I don’t have time for you, I only want you to give my number to Tom Holland.” With that she dropped a piece of paper on the table in front of him, turned on her heels and left. Without saying hi, please or bye. He looked almost frozen as he tried to take in what had just happened. You wanted to comfort him somehow, but his manager had already asked to follow him. You watched them leave next door, where you had previously set up a kind of a break room for him.

An idea popped up in your mind. You went to your cabinet and made him a fresh coffee. You were impatient and excited to have only as much as five minutes alone with him. You poured the coffee in the take-it-to-go cup and hurried to the next room. Just as you neared the door, they opened and you saw his manager leave, meaning you would, indeed, be alone with him. Perfect, you thought as you entered.

He was leaning back in the chair, with his hair all fluffy. Your eyes ran over his face, finding his brows adorably scrunched above his closed eyes, his beard trimmed neatly. A cozy looking blue sweater hid his muscled torso and the dark jeans hugged his thighs, rushing bunch of sinful thoughts through your mind.

“Are you going to say something or just keep staring?” his deep voice startled you from your daydream. You mumbled a quick apology and tried to hide the creeping blush on your face.

“Mr. Evans, I noticed your first coffee went cold, so I thought I’d make you a fresh one.” You offered him a warm smile along with the cup.

“Y/N, right? Thanks, that’s very considerate of you. And, please, call me Chris.” You swore he winked at you just before bringing the cup to his mouth, taking a sip of the steamy beverage. You felt your face heating up again and you squirmed under his gaze.

Leaning on the wall, you let him enjoy his coffee in silence. You used the moment to gather all molecules of bravery in you to ask him: “I don’t mean to be nosy, but you seemed distressed earlier…”

“You mean even before that cherry on top of the autograph session? I guess, I’m not as good of an actor as I thought I was.” You appreciated him trying to lift the mood, but something about his face expression told you, he didn’t want you to let it go.

“No need to put on a brave face, here. I’ll tell you what, Chris. There’s a really nice park near here. Aaand I’ve been told I’m a good listener. So, what do you say to a walk? If you don’t mind me being so forward, of course.” You seemed to realize your words too late, as they already hung heavy in the air. You just asked THE Chris Evans out. An unnerving silence occurred as you awaited his answer.

“Why the hell not,” he sighed.

“Perfect,” you smiled at him. “Let me just get my things and I’ll meet you outside in 5.” With that you left, still unable to believe you were about to hang out with literally a man of your dreams.

As promised, you joined him in front of the building and led him to the park. You spent those few minutes getting to know each other a little bit and, if you weren’t any wiser, you would have said that Chris was flirting with you.  

You arrived to the park, taking a stroll, admiring the blooming flowers. It was a warm spring afternoon, summer was just around the corner. You arrived to a small secluded spot with a table and benches on either side.

“This is where I spend my lunch breaks. It’s my special place.” You smiled, reminiscing of all the times you got lost in a book, ate your favourite food, hell, even cried over bad days in this very spot.

“I’m honoured,” joked Chris. You playfully smacked his arm and ordered him to sit down. He caught you off guard when he chose a seat next to you, rather than the opposite one.

“I can’t tell you how many bad days have been eliminated here. This place is indeed magical. You wanna try?”

“Sure.” He proceeded to tell you about his rough past days. As you were listening, you found yourself hanging on every word he said, you seemed almost bewitched by his soothing voice. You didn’t have to force yourself to listen, you simply did. It was so easy to get lost in the conversation with him, even though it wasn’t about pleasant topic.

“Sometimes, I just want to be an ordinary person like everyone else and not have to deal with people like that girl, for example. Gosh, I don’t know why, but that really got under my skin.” He finished his rant and you reassured, that it’s fine to feel that way.

“That girl was probably just the breaking point, I wouldn’t fuss ‘bout her. Here,” you reached into your bag and pulled out an apple, “this will make you feel better.” You placed it in front of him, and nudged him to take a bite.

“An apple?” he burst out laughing. Your cheeks were hot by now, no doubt.

“It’s a… Magical apple?” that only seemed to make him laugh more, as he leaned back in his seat, touching his chest. If you weren’t upset about him laughing at your offering, you would’ve found the gesture cute.

It was a yummy looking apple, though. If he isn’t going to eat it, then I will, you thought as you reached for the apple. However, he must’ve changed his mind, because he, too, reached for it, making your hands touch. You felt like in a scene from a romcom, as you felt a spark when your fingers brushed against each other.

You were too flustered to say anything, when he gave you a heart-melting smile. He seemed to lean in. When did he get so close?!

“Chris…” you whispered, your mouth dry, all of a sudden. He shushed you and pecked your lips, leaving you even more flustered. Your ears were burning, and you immediately pulled your hands to cover your face, leaving the apple unguarded.

“Got it!” he triumphantly said and took a bite of the apple, exaggerating the moans: “Mhm, you said this was magical?”

“Not fair, sir! You used your charm to distract me!” you played along, pouting.

“Hm, you think I’m charming?” he seemed amused by how shy you were and how easy it was to get you flustered.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.” You huffed in defeat as you crossed your arms on your chest. Chris only smirked as he finished the apple.

After a while you shivered, the warm afternoon turned into a chilly night. Neither of you noticed, too enthralled in each other.

Chris didn’t miss how you hugged your arms, desperately trying to warm yourself up.

“You’re cold?” It was more a statement, than a question, but you still nodded, anyway. He took off his sweater, leaving him only in a plain white short-sleeve.

“Here, put it on.” He grabbed your arms, to pull them up, in order to dress you.

“No, really, it’s fine. You don’t have to do this.” You whined, but it fell on deaf ears. Chris dressed you in his sweater and you had no say in it. To be honest, you weren’t about to complain. Musky smell with hints of cedarwood engulfed you and you almost snuggled into the sweater more, but stopped yourself at the last moment, not wanting to be weird.

“Thanks,” you shyly said, as you took in his broad shoulders and big arms. Arms, that were totally bare, because of you.

“Ohmygod! You’ll get cold!” Without thinking you hugged him tightly, only for him to wrap his arms around your small frame.

“As long as you’re with me, I’ll never get cold,” he whispered into your hair, after he left a small kiss on your temple.

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[eunsoyi]

congrats on 100! #3 + hinata if you don’t mind

prompt list here and requests are still very much open!

#3 from prompt list with hinata shoyo (trigger warning: depression, mental illness, mentions of suicide)

think

hinata shoyo doesn’t think.

no, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t use his brain. he’s bad at studying, sure, but that’s another conversation for another time. shoyo doesn’t think about the things around him. some might call him a simpleton or an airhead, but he knows he wasn’t like that. he’d rather call it a defense mechanism.

he doesn’t think about losing, especially in his school life wherein he devoted all his hours in volleyball training. he doesn’t think about his family getting mad at him for not taking care of his health because he knows pushing himself to the limit is going to benefit him one day. he doesn’t think about his friends leaving his side because he is well-aware that they all have their own paths to walk on.

he tried not to think. he tried to alleviate the pain from thinking too much. he could try and try until his life ended, but his gears simply started to turn whenever it came to you.

no, he wasn’t in love with you. that mere thought of being in a romantic relationship with you felt uncomfortable. after all, you were a sister figure to him, just like natsu. but he hated seeing you like this. so broken, so fragile, it was as if you were on the brink of your limit.

you and shoyo had been best friends since god knows when. he just knew that from the moment the two of you were born, you’d be inseparable. you were like two peas in a pod: bright, ambitious, optimistic.

where did it all go wrong?

it had been seven weeks since you last showed up to school. seven weeks since he last saw your face. seven weeks since he last heard your voice. he attempted to know what was happening with you, but your mother insisted that he should not bother.

“it’s too much.” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “please, just go home and pray for her.” shoyo didn’t listen. he visited your house everyday after practice, desperately trying to get a glimpse of you. he’d bring over your favorite snacks, asking your mother to at least bring it to you for you to enjoy. then, finally, your mother gave in.

she led him upstairs to your room, and he felt a strange aura as he walked towards it. everything felt dark, grim, and heavy. her mother took a deep breath before opening your bedroom door. “i just want to say, shoyo, i’m very very sorry.”

“wha-what do you mean?” he stuttered. your mother didn’t answer and proceeded to finally open the door. what he saw next made his heart drop to the depths of the earth.

your room was dark, lights weren’t opened, the blinds were closed. clothes were sprawled everywhere on the floor. the food he was bringing you everyday was still inside the classic opaque plastic bags, untouched and rotting. you were curled up in a fetus position, blanket over your whole body.

“what.. what’s going on?” he managed to speak out.

“y/n, sweetie, shoyo’s here.” your mother didn’t answer shoyo and instead called your attention. you shuffled slightly, but gave no response. your mother sighed and closed the door.

“let’s talk downstairs.”

she led him to the dining area, gave him a cup of tea and sat down adjacent from him. “you see, y/n’s sick.”

“sick how?” he asked.

“she..” your mother sighed once more, pausing to think. “she feels there’s no hope for her in this world.” her voice cracked, tears started to fall down on her face.

“what do you mean?” shoyo asked, getting impatient.

“it started last year. it’s like she’s a different person. she doesn’t eat, she doesn’t sleep, her grades were dropping.” she sniffed, sipping on her tea. “i asked her what’s wrong, she didn’t answer. instead, y/n told me that she doesn’t want to live anymore.”

your mother then continued to explain that she brought you to a psychiatrist in order to at least cure you from whatever you were feeling. she then told shoyo you were diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety disorder, and that information alone caused you to spiral. you didn’t want to believe you were sick.

shoyo went back home with a lot more on his mind than he wanted. he understood why your mother acted the way she did. shoyo wasn’t educated enough about the concepts of mental health and mental illnesses, but he knew things. at least, that’s what he believed in. he remembered the day your father died. tons of people from your neighborhood had visited to pay their respects and to say their condolences to the family he left behind. he saw you sitting at the front row, gazing at the casket that was lying there in front of you. he angled his neck to see if you were crying, and to his shock, you weren’t.

“i don’t know who to blame.” you said, sipping on your orange juice. shoyo had offered to walk with you outside of the memorial for fresh air to which you happily obliged.

“you don’t need someone to blame.” he responded, cracking open a can of soda.

“perhaps.” you smiled sadly. “but it makes it easier if i had one.”

shoyo stayed silent while you continued talking.

“i was the first one to see dad’s body.” your voice quaked slightly. “we just got home from school, i walked into his room, and he’s just there. not moving.”

you stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again. “you know what, i do have something to blame.”

shoyo snapped his head towards your direction. “who?”

“i blame dad’s brain. if he stopped thinking, he’d be alive.”

shoyo tried to muster out a reply, but ultimately failed. you giggled and brushed the topic off and offered to play some volleyball with him back home and he said yes.

you didn’t cry during the funeral. you didn’t cry after the funeral. life went on normally.

shoyo had forced you to enroll in karasuno high school with him, much to your dismay. you really wanted to get out of miyagi and go somewhere far away, but he wouldn’t let you. not in a million years, no. “you promised we’d be together, forever.” he whined, causing you to say yes reluctantly.

shoyo adjusted just fine in his new high school. he gained friends at a terrifying speed. he became popular and was known as the new little giant by his friends and his teammates. you, on the other hand, stayed alone. when shoyo noticed this, he tried to talk to you about it.

“go out and meet new people, y/n! karasuno students are very nice!” he exclaimed.

“yeah, no.” you responded nonchalantly.

despite his busy schedule (mostly volleyball, eating, and socializing), he always swung by your house to hang out. you did attempt to throw him out multiple times because he was disrupting your study session, but he stayed nonetheless, enjoying your annoyed reaction. everything seemed normal, seemed happy, seemed bright. shoyo continued to flow naturally, accepting everything that came his way. from game losses to injuries to failed exams, he lived life.

he liked living life because you were mostly there to help him out, even if it was against your will. you helped him study for his make-up exams, you lent an ear whenever he was rambling on and on about how annoying and stuck-up kageyama and tsukishima were, you went to his games, you were there when they lost to aoba johsai. he liked living life with you by his side.

shoyo whipped out his phone when he got home and called your number. it rang a few times before it stopped, meaning you had cancelled his call. he wasn’t going to give up then and there, since he has attempted to call you for seven weeks now. during his fifth try, you finally answered.

“what?” you said in a hoarse voice. shoyo felt a lump form in his throat.

“i.. i..” he struggled to find the words to say.

“i heard you come in earlier.” you said, the hoarse voice gradually going away.

“i did. sorry.”

you let out a soft yet sad chuckle. “it’s fine.” the two of you stayed silent for a couple of seconds. shoyo felt his eyes sting. he hated seeing, hearing, feeling you like this. he felt guilty. where was he when you were going through such a hard time? was he even worthy to be called your friend? how come he didn’t notice? why didn’t he try and notice? millions of questions rushed through shoyo’s head.

“shoyo, stop thinking.” you suddenly said. shoyo’s train of thoughts halted, tears falling down his face. “w-what?”

“i can hear you thinking right now.” you replied in a quiet voice. “don’t do it.”

“yeah.” he laughed, which sounded more like a sob. “yeah, i’m sorry. i’m really, really sorry.”

you sighed. “it’s not your fault.”

“but i should’ve known! i should’ve tried and become a good friend and ask you what’s wrong. i should’ve tried harder-“

“everything’s fine, shoyo.” you hushed him. “sometimes, it hits you like a truck. i was shocked as well, you know.”

shoyo choked back a sob.

“i’ll be fine. i’m going to try.” you said. he felt your smile against the phone as he tried to hold back his cries once more. “thank you for being by my side, shoyo.”

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[the-lady-writes-what]

Content nobody asked for, but here it is because I have no self-control

Ahem. Allow me to explain that my impulse control left me about two bottles of malt liquor ago and this has been rotting in my brain for the past twenty-four hours. 

Author’s Note: I picked up later because I got wasted after starting it.

Contents: office sex, semi-public, MILF, Rei is a cougar, rough riding, hair pulling, unorthodox use of quirks, slight female Dom energy (sorry I don’t make the rules), younger man/older woman

Smut below the cut! Minors DNI! No minors or ageless blogs

Please REBLOG! Don’t just ‘heart’ it, though it is appreciated

It started when he first entered his own office building. The first thing out of Hawks’ secretary’s mouth was that Mrs. Todoroki was waiting for him in his office. Hawks gave the woman a quizzical look, but proceeded to the elevator anyway. Thoughts ran around his head as to what the former Mrs. Todoroki wanted with him. Riding his way up to the top, Hawks was determined to find out. Admittedly, his curiousity was getting to him. He stuffed his hands into his jackets to avoid fidgeting them. A pro-hero like him shouldn’t appear nervous stepping off his own elevator. 

His office door was left ajar, certainly not the way he left it. Hawks carefully pried it open. Sure enough, there she was. Rei stood up from the chair she made herself comfortable in while waiting with a saint’s patience. Hawks put on his most sincere smile. 

“Well, Mrs. Todoroki, how can I be of service to you?” He asked. 

“Rei. You can call me Rei. I don’t really have much use for my surname anymore,” she said. 

“How are you holding up?” 

“Better than most. Enji didn’t put up a fight. We both wanted it done quickly and quietly so as to not hurt the children,” said Rei. 

Even though her children were all fully grown, even the youngest had just graduated from U.A. None of that explained why she was here to begin with. Hawks shut the door behind him. Once he assured privacy, his eyes wandered over to Rei. He was taken a bit aback by what he saw. Far from a homely newly divorced woman, Rei had on her best pair of heels, a skirt, and a blouse that was far from the modesty of a simple housewife. Hawks was professional, of course, however, he was also a man. He tried not to let his eyes linger too long and wonder how he never noticed how curvy Rei was. While the skirt she wore reached an inch above her knee, it didn’t hide her hips. The fabric hugged her body like a second skin. Hawks glued his eyes to her face to avoid looking her up and down like a pervert. 

“I was wondering if I could ask you a favor, Hawks. You’re the only man I can trust right now,” said Rei. 

She closed the gap between them. It took most of Hawks’ concentration not to stare at her legs as she walked up to him. Rei moved like a swan on a crystal lake, slowly and gracefully. He swallowed hard.

“A-Anything, you can ask me of anything, M--Rei. Just as long as you’re not asking me to hide a body for you!” Hawks joked.

“Can you keep a secret?” Asked Rei. 

Rei stood about an arm’s length away from him. Warmth spread to Hawks’ face and a blush crept to his cheeks. Rei leaned her face close to his. 

“S-Sure,” said Hawks. 

He wondered how Rei and Enji were able to have so many kids. Hawks was average height, standing about five foot eight inches. Rei was a few inches shorter than yet was somehow almost as intimidating as her former husband when she stood this close. Without saying a word, Rei closed the gap between their mouths and kissed him. Hawks felt her grab the front of his jacket and pulled him close. One hand let go in favor of seizing his waist. His hero costume never felt thinner than when Rei grazed her hand across his sculpted abdomen, raking cool fingers over his muscles. The spandex felt like little more than tissue paper as she groped him through his clothes. 

The kiss continued until Rei licked Hawks’ bottom lip and broke away for some air. A trail of saliva connected their lips together for a moment before it broke away. Rei gathered Hawks’ jacket again with both hands and began pulling it off. Hawks didn’t put up resistance. Instead, in turn, he worked off his gloves, threw them aside, and unbuttoned Rei’s baby-blue cardigan. It became a battle to see who get the other’s clothes off first. All the while, Rei pushed him back until the back of Hawks’ knees hit the couch. Their bodies collided against the smooth imported leather. Hawks’ hands found their way to Rei’s waist. She threw off her cardigan, but couldn’t get her blouse untucked from her skirt fast enough. Thankfully, Hawks was there to help. 

Hawks tugged her shirt up and over her head. The garment was thrown over Rei’s shoulder. Where it landed was the least of Hawks’ worries and hers. His eyes popped out of his skull as soon as Rei’s beautiful skin was revealed to him. Her round breasts were encased in lavender lace that barely held them up. Hawks caressed her back as he searched for the clip. His brows furrowed when he couldn’t find the clip that held Rei’s bra together. She chuckled and reached between the cups. Her delicate fingers unlocked the front-facing clasp. 

Hawks smothered his face between her breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking her skin. Rei ran her fingers through his hair as soft encouragement. Hawks circled one nipple while tweaking the other with his fingers. He took it into his mouth and suckled. 

“Mhmm, yes. Just like that,” Rei murmured, stroking the back of Hawks’ head and threading her finger through his hair. 

He gripped Rei’s hip with his free hand and made her straddle his thigh. Hawks bounced his leg at just the right angle where Rei’s pussy rubbed him. He continued to lick and suck on her breasts until her fair skin was marked red and purple with his love-bites. 

Rei tugged her tight skirt up to reveal matching lavender panties. Without even taking off her heels, she slid the underwear down her legs and stepped out of them. She unbuckled Hawks’ pants. Her hand dove into his pants and found just what she was looking for. His cock twitched in her hand as she stroked his hardening length. 

“H-Holy shit.” Hawks bucked his hips in time with Rei’s ministrations. 

She rubbed him up and down. Beads of sweat formed on the sides of his face and forehead. Hawks tried to find purchased in the couch to relieve the pressure building in his groin. He wanted to resist the urge to press Rei’s pretty face into his crotch and force himself down her throat until she gagged. He grunted as she stroked his cock and palmed his balls. 

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked as though she wasn’t the one making him harder than a rock. 

“Fuck...No. Don’t stop. I’m so close!” 

Rei gave him a coy smile. “That’s really too bad.” 

Her hand left him. Hawks was pushed to the brink of begging for her to continue when Rei climbed on top of him. She braced her hands against the wall behind him. At this angle, her chest was pushed to his face. Rei looked Hawks in the eyes as she sank her body down on his, impaling herself on his cock. They moaned in unison. Hawks looked to find Rei’s face lost in ecstasy. After a moment of listening to themselves panting for breath, Rei shifted her hips and pushed herself up until just the tip remained. She sank down on his cock again, pulling herself up and down on him. Her insides felt nothing short of perfection. 

Hawks plucked a few feathers off his wings. The floated mid-air for a moment before his mental commands sent them off to their tasks. One feather went to lock the door before returning to him. The others...well, they had more interesting tasks. Red feathers teased the pink tips of Rei’s nipples. Another dove between their united bodies to play with her clit. This left Hawks’ hands free to grab her hips and enjoy the plush flesh beneath his fingertips. Rei found purchase on his shoulders. Her chest smothered his face, and honestly he couldn't think of a better way to go. 

“Fuck me back, fuck me, Hawks!” 

His hands moved behind Rei to grope and squeeze her ass. Hawks’ forced his hips up to meet her thrusts. The couple fed into each other’s lust. Hawks’ agility and stamina helped him to make Rei cry out. He licked and nibbled on her skin leading up to her neck, careful not to bite too hard. Her nails raked his back  through his shirt. Hawks never thought about how a woman’s voice would sound moaning his name within the walls of his office or the sound of skin slapping against his. He was too lost in the pleasure to think about anything else. His golden eyes looked up at Rei. Meeting his gaze, she drove herself harder on him, riding faster, and moaning more. 

“Faster!” She cried. 

Hawks jackhammered his cock into Rei’s wet, tight cunt. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bit her lip. Hawks lost track of all time. He leaned back against the couch to watch his cock disappear into Rei’s warm and inviting cunt over and over again. He was coated in her essence. Hawks held the globes of her ass in each hand as he watched her derive her pleasure from his body. His eyes were hypnotized by the way her breasts bounced while riding him. 

“I’m coming, I'm coming. Oh, gods, yes! I’m coming!” Rei kissed him hard on the mouth. 

Her hands left his shoulders to grip him by the hair. She slammed herself down on his cock. She pulled on his hair and left his scalp burning. Rei’s screams were swallowed in the kiss. She coated him. Her walls clenched down around his cock, driving Hawks over the edge. His own orgasm wasn’t far behind hers. He held her tight as he exploded. Hawks thought he saw stars flashing behind his eyes. The way Rei squeezed around him and milked his cock for all he was worth was by best feeling in the world. She swiveled her hips while he was still inside of her, cock twitching until the last of his cum was dripping out. 

They sat on the couch with Rei cockwarming him for several minutes. The office smelled of sex and sweat, something he would have trouble explaining to the cleaners whenever they stopped by. Like a gentleman, Hawks helped clean her up, setting her clothes aright, and walking her to the door. 

“Call me sometime, Hawks. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing quite a bit of each other,” said Rei, as she stuffed a business card with her phone number into his pocket and pecked him on the cheek.

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[ameliathecatto]

Spourting Gladiolus

"Hyphotecial question. Will you kill me by the end of it?"

The tale of a Goddess who was crowned the title, 'Guardian Goddess' and 'Queen of All Gods' going on a mission. From a title like those, you would expect extreme efficiency correct?

Unfortunately, things don't turn out the way anyone wanted.

The mission was to take out 5 cults, each with their own reasons of having to be taken out. However, she let one of them live on after a fatal encounter.

Why had she done so? Who was this man? Was there anything beyond her mission?

"Life sure is cruel, leaving live up in my hands once again."

After all, to her this was simply a matter of fate.

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Prologue 1.2

Word count: 1.8k

“Don’t come looking for something you can’t.” 

'What are you referring to? Is it your own humanity? Or the truth about the leader and your relationship? Why did you bring me here in the first place? Why did you even call me here?'

No matter what he thought her words were referring to, there were too many variables to be able to trace her thoughts. A direct yet somehow ambiguous warning.

One he got too many of but did not know the answer to. Even he questioned if he needed to know the answer.

“Why do you always do this to me, Hana?” 

His eyes wandered down back to the ground as the moonlight illuminated his figure, creating a lone shadow amidst the shadows of the dead.

He felt insulted in a way, the light forming such shadows between the deceased and alive. Unfortunately, he doubted if the Gods above ever cared about their life. What could he have done? Was it anything he could even do?

The shadows gave him too many questions to answer, despite having too little to. 

Blares.

His head was making a blaring sound. It was so annoying yet so fitting for an occasion like this.

“Fu… ck... “ 

‘Noir’ could feel some strength coming back to him. It was not enough for him to speak properly. He gulped down the feeling of anxiousness floating up in the air. His eyes that were now returned to their original colour unveil themselves.

His eyelids were still threatening to fall back down and return him to the darkness.

His fingers were trembling, even so, he attempted to lift himself up with his arm. His eyes stared at his arm with the feeling of suffering registering in his own mind. There was something else that concerned him as well.

He could feel some sort of… liquid. A liquid coating the back of his arm as his eyes saw them drip down from it. As the bright moonlight started to fill both his mind and surroundings with light, he got to see what the liquid dripping off of his arm was. His nose got hit with a familiar smell one he got accustomed to from his years of living with it.

The smell of human blood. A fresh one at that.

‘Noir’s body was suddenly fueled by strength to be able to immediately jolt up. He could feel some stinging pain akin to a bee sting on some parts of his body still, he was not going to let that stop him. His eyes and brain were now wide awake to take in his surroundings.

There were 4 bodies on the ground. Blood splattered all across the ground, pooling underneath the corpses. Their face was facing the ground. He was unsure whether they were attacked from the front or the back. Yet there was this sudden realisation in his head. 

He killed them.

He dragged his legs towards one of the bodies to get a closer look. The thing he immediately noticed was their face mask, a sheep-shaped black mask. 

“It’s… one of our own.” He stuttered.

His left leg trembled as it lightly kicked over the body to get a full view since there was no visible wound on their backside. His eyes widened more and more until they started to shake. His breath became hitched, tears started forming in his eyes clouding them from viewing too much of the body.

He fell to the ground and wrapped his arms around his body.

The body seemed fine from the head to the shoulders. Beyond that, their body was entirely empty. There were no skin, flesh, or organs left; Some had their bones broken or missing. Their eyes stayed in a state of pain that he could feel what they went through.

The reason why their body seemed fine from the back was because of their clothing. The jacket-like quality of the shirt hiding the fact that most of the body is gone.

He repeated the same sentence, “I ate them… I killed them…”

‘Noir’ looked down and stayed in a crouching form as if protecting himself from someone that would come and kill him. His entire body still trembling from that regret while tears streamed down his eyes. 

The way he was crying was as if they were his children.

“I’m sorry…” He mumbled.

His eyes now stared at the bodies in front of him. He held himself tighter like a scared child while his tears continued to cloud his vision more and more. It had now obscured his vision.

The moon was now covered up by the passing clouds, covering up some of the light that shined down on this town. A form of uncanny stillness now could be felt all over the once prosperous city.  

Not even the moon wanted to give him a shadow.

Although to those who were watching, they would notice something off.

Despite his rather loud crying noise… there was this odd feeling of being faked somehow. It felt like an actor crying crocodile tears. It was clearly different from those actually crying their hearts out. There is a form of restraint in his voice.

There was something wrong with it.

His eyes wandered to the empty shops and stores in front of him. Everything was still so new and fresh that he could feel the atmosphere. Whether it be people doing window shopping; the clerks and workers who had to please the customers; the homeless people with eyes of envy and unspoken sombre.

Then, the 4 bodies around him.

Liam’s lip curled up to a smile. Then it turns into a laugh; Laughter erupted from him.

“This is so amusing... Oh my…”

He loosened the grip on himself and stood up without much problem as if the lack of strength earlier was faked. He took a good look at his outfit, noting that it was stained with blood. Liam rolled his eyes like it was nothing but an inconvenience to him. 

He wiped his tears away and sighed, “What a waste of energy.”

"You are worth nothing but snacks. Not nearly enough to fill me up."

He attempted to do some stretches but he was forced to stop. It looked like his body was still suffering the after-effects of the mist which was assumed to be some kind of drug. However, that was not the priority on his mind right now as he looked around.

‘Someone is watching me.’ The feeling of paranoia crept up to him.

He cracked his knuckles and stared in a direction where only a sparrow was there. The way he smiles implied that there was something more to the sparrow than it met the eye. 

“Yahoo~” He whistled loudly.

The sparrow jumped around for a good moment as if ignoring Liam. His smile never faded as it only widened. He proceeded to throw a knife that blended in the shadows of the street to strike where it was at, a lamp post.

It flew up before the knife got to hurt it, not even a single feather was even grazed. It quickly flew away once the sound of it colliding with the walls was heard. His smile dropped, turning back to being unimpressed.

“I thought you were going to put up more of a fight.” 

Liam’s mind suddenly wondered about what to do with the bodies. Despite his cold and unnerving stare, a drop of tear fell down his right cheek. He only realized this when another tear dripped down his left cheek.

There was this unspoken confusion in his eyes, wondering what happened to cause such reaction from himself.

His voice forced, “Well, I did lose. But what do you want?”

Liam’s palm had a deer mask on it as if it just reappeared in his hands. He wore it back as his eyes turned back into the dim shade of red. Using his half-torn cape as a medium, he swung it to the front and disappeared.

‘Noir’ left behind the bodies to rot. And his own emotions were abandoned along with them.

The sparrow landed on a nearby rooftop. When one of its feet touched the tiles, it transformed back into its original form.

“I never thought you were fit to be a leader of such scale. And you proved it completely.”

Amelia’s legs landed rather gracefully on the tiles without looking like she was going to fall off. Her head turned around to stare at the bodies and shook her head. She was in such dismay that she had to deal with them.

“I don’t think I need to do anything more. Seeing as ‘Noir’ there have at least ripped out their soul and ate whatever it felt like.”

She shrugged and went back to the cathedral by jumping across the street. She did it with so little effort that it felt like she was floating through the air. She jumped off another rooftop and landed without much issue on the ground.

"They made this place a massive graveyard and I have to be the one to clean it up." She shook her head.

One of Amelia’s hands was placed in her jacket’s pocket, the other free hand extended out to the cathedral. She was in front of the same cathedral she brought Aeon to earlier. The door was within arm’s reach and she could lean forward to push it open. 

But her intentions were not such as her hand was extending flat.

“Aeon is no longer here. Makes it easier to do.” She muttered to herself.

She let her breath came out of her mouth as the temperature around her raised every second. She closed her eyes whilst her hand was still extended. Amelia was not too bothered by the sudden rise in heat since it was something that she needed to do.

“This place. This town. Will remain a memory to those that once lived here, and a story of tragedy to those that live in this world.”

A loud snap. 

The entire city went up in flames. It felt like the collective pain of the souls roaring at the inhumane acts that they acted upon them. However, it was also burning away every memory and history that itself held. Everything valuable by the citizens going up in blazes.

"A bygone memory, given only the earth will remember their existence." She mumbled.

The orange and red flames brighten up the place for one last time before everything turns to ash.

“And another place goes down in flames for the relentless experiments…” She sighed.

She opened her eyes to stare at the burning cathedral. Even the blaze gives those iris some light they had not seen in ages.

“Now then, let’s go back to work.”

Her body was masked by the flames of her creation. She turned her head and walked into the flames, disappearing into the void along with the city.

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[scullysexual]

Noctorum: Chapter One.

This is now the full chapter. This is my first time writing anything like this so it’s probs not gonna be perfect but I’m trying. I also changed the year because I changed a certain element and it no longer needed to be the Secret Season of Sex for it to make sense so we’re now in season 5 territory which is fine and that’s literally the only visible change I’ve made. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

Tagging: @today-in-fic @suitablyaggrieved @purrykat @mypanicface @lappina Anyone else wants tagging let me know. 

NOCTORUM, NORTH CAROLINA

APRIL 24, 1997.

10:04 pm

The flickering of flames dance across the wall. The window partly open, an April night’s chill blows against the rotting curtain gently moving the material back and forth.

Esther listens, wide awake and alert, to the commotion down below.

They gather in a circle directly below her bedroom window, hushed whispers into the night, Martha Berry’s voice reciting a prayer of some kind.

The girl itches to move towards the window, to peep down and watch from above but she stays where she is, listening, clutching the sheets beneath her to hold her in place.

Yet the prayer gets louder.

…to release the darkness within her. Free her blackened blood from her body. Liberate her rotting soul and purge her from her sin…

And Esther listens harder now, gripping the sheets until her knuckles turn white. The sound of a whimper, a plea and a cry of No!

It must be gone, child, she hears a man’s voice say. We must save you from it.

Yet the woman continues to shout no at them.

I didn’t mean for it to happen, she cries. Please…Please, don’t do this.

But we must, another says. For Jeremiah! they shout.

A chorus of people follow, echoing the voice.

“For Jeremiah,” Esther whispers to the darkness.

Then she listens again, a silence, then a shriek of pain emits across the town and up to Esther’s ears.

Then silence once more.

It always ends with a shriek and silence.

 FBI HEADQUARTERS

WASHINGTON, DC

April 16

9:07 am.

It wasn’t often they got many visitors down in the office. Cases usually ended up on the desk in the form of a file, a sheriff with his one-man police force stuck on a crime that was beginning to go stale, looking to the FBI for help and if it was spooky, it ended up down here, presented to them in a perfect manila folder.

This case wasn’t given to them like that this time, however, as Scully soon found out when she opened the office door. Mulder sits by his desk, sleeves already rolled up despite the early morning whilst another dark-haired man sits on the opposite side, fingers laced together and eyes occasionally darting around the room.

They both turn to look at her.

“Scully,” Mulder says, swinging on the chair. “Glad you’re finally here. I want you to meet Rob Mason.” He motions to the man opposite him.

“Hi,” Rob Mason says, a little shyly.

“Hi,” Scully cautiously repeats back. She throws a questioning look towards Mulder before proceeding into the office more and heading towards the counter Mulder once had the audacity to call “her area”. Curious about their rare guest at 9 o’clock in the morning, she quickly places her bag and takeout coffee down before walking over to join Mulder at the desk.

“What’s this all about?” she whispers to him.

“Rob, tell Agent Scully what you told me.”

The man looks to her then. “Well…my wife, Jessica, she’s gone missing,” he begins and Scully waits, knowing there has to be more to the story. “And, well…” He looks nervously towards Mulder, as if looking for confirmation, which Mulder seems to give him. “I can’t remember exactly but there were people surrounding us with torches. They kept chanting For Jeremiah and saying how Jess was carrying the…” Mason glances to Scully’s cross briefly before finishing, “the Antichrist.”

At this point in her life, she shouldn’t be surprised at  the type of words people say to her yet this one throws her back slightly. She glances down to Mulder who has that “Well he’s said it so it must be true” look on his face before looking back at Mason.

“I’m sorry,” she says, still processing the tale. “Antichrist, you say?”

Mason shrugs, now unsure himself. “The memory is hazy but I think that’s what they were saying.” He frowns then, looking towards the floor in deep thought. “Thing is, Jess wasn’t even pregnant before we went there and then…boom…it was there in front of me.”

Mason looks up then and Scully immediately looks away, her sceptical brain beginning to search for some logical answer to all this.

“Thank you, Mr Mason,” Mulder says, standing up from his chair and moving over towards the door. “You’ve been very helpful. We’ll look into your wife’s disappearance and keep you updated on anything we find.”

Mason nods, standing up from his own chair and beginning to make his way out of the room, saying his thank you’s along the way.

Once he is gone and the door is shut, Scully lets out a long, hard sigh.

“Well that was a load of bullshit,” she proclaims.

Mulder, his hands still on the door handle, lets out his own sigh and Scully instantly knows what that means.

“You can’t believe that story. How can somebody not be pregnant then suddenly be pregnant? It doesn’t work like that.”

Mulder is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment before he finally takes his hand off the door. “I dunno, Scully, but I believe him.”

She scoffs at that.

“And something like this has happened before.”

She throws him a “Of course it has” look as he makes his way over to the filing cabinet, pulling open a draw and rooting through the disorganised messed.

“And the Antichrist, really?” she adds.

Mulder finds the file he’s looking for and hands it to her. She takes it, muttering a, “And where did this even happen anyway?” as she opens the file.

“Noctorum, North Carolina,” Mulder answers just as she reads the words on the page. “In 1958 a similar case on a much smaller scale happened where a woman, believing she was pregnant, managed to escape from a group of people who called themselves The Children of Jeremiah. She had sworn to local authorities that she had given birth to a baby boy having only been in the town for three days and that these people claimed it was the ‘Antichrist’ and needed to be “purged from her body”, yet when the doctors had done an examination on her, they found that she hadn’t given birth, in fact, she hadn’t been pregnant in the first place.”

Scully stares at the black and white photos of the woman, of the black ink of the doctor’s words. She skims across quotes describing the townspeople as deranged and murderous. Other words such as A blinding white light and crackling signal noises stand out before her eyes. The victim’s testimony handwritten by the woman telling the same tale Mulder had just told her.

Scully closes the file, thinking for a moment about the woman’s story, about Mr Mason’s own similar story. It was worth checking out. Even if the man and possibly the woman was making it up, there’s usually some truths to lies and if so there’s at least some small possibility that a crime has been committed here.

“What are the chances of two people experiencing a similar situation thirty years apart?” Mulder asks.

Unlikely, Scully thinks, and she won’t lie that she isn’t the tiniest bit intrigued in this case.

Giving in she asks, “So when do we leave?”

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[ardentmuse]

At All Costs (Charlie Weasley x Reader) - Part 4

Harry Potter - Charlie Weasley x Reader

Wordcount: 2.9k

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

A/N: Warning: violence, fighting, angst. I hope you all enjoy! This part is a little shorter than most but a good move forward for the story. 

“What do we do?” Molly asked her husband and sons as they surrounded the family clock containing a tenth hand belong to a Weasley in everything but name.

“We can’t ‘do’ anything,” Charlie responded, though his eyes never left the image at the end of the long arrow, a gold-framed portrait of you, one that had yet to stop smiling up at him, so filled with love that he believed your image sentient, completely aware that it was him looking into your eyes and not a complete stranger.

His hands continued to trace the edge of the metal. A thought entered his mind that the frame was fitting, as only gold was precious enough to surround your person and encompass your form for his eyes.

When his head hit the pillow at night to dream, that was how he saw you, a divine being haloed in gold, shrouded in holy light. Part of him thought maybe he was lifting you up in his mind because you were gone, but he quickly squashed that idea. He had these dreams, saw these images on nights alone in Romania, in times where he craved your presence so acutely he considered mounting his broom and flying halfway across the globe just for fifteen minutes in your bed and a kiss upon his cheek. He yearned for you like a drug somedays and like water others, and if he was honest with himself somedays he would get so wrapped up in his work that he wouldn’t think of you at all until his eyes closed once more in exhaustion. Then his brain conjured images of catching you as you fell from your broom in the family groves, watching your face light up as you opened a gift from him on Christmas morning, and warping you in his blankets as you laid your head to rest upon his shoulder. But every time, when his mind formed the image of you, warmth penetrated his bones, bubbles filled his stomach, and an aura of gold clouded his mind. Pure, pure love. Love that grew each day. And love that would continue to grow each day still, whether you were alive or not to receive it.

And for the first time since all of this began, he felt a tear run down his cheek and land upon the first few letters of your name. For the first time in quite a long time, he felt some joy.

Molly rubbed at her son’s back with soft, rhythmic circles like the ones she used to do to ease his quidditch injuries in youth.

“I’m sorry, Charlie.”

“Don’t be, mum,” Charlie said as he turned to look at her, making clear the smile that was somehow, despite everything, plastered on his face, “Now I know. Whatever Y/N is up, it’s for us and for the Order. Y/N wants an end to this war more than anyone. Whatever this sacrifice is, I’m proud.”

Bill was stunned, “All this and you aren’t even going to send an owl? Have Kingsley investigate? Go searching?”

“No,” Charlie confirmed as he returned his eyes to you just in time to see the small wink that had you laughing. “We always had a no owls on missions policy. Y/N sends to me first, not the other way around. Too much can be traced. And if Kingsley doesn’t know, there is a reason. We’ve got to keep any details away from the ministry. We watch the clock. We pretend we know nothing. And we let Y/N do what they do best.”

Bill nodded as he processed Charlie’s words, seeing the logic within, something his brother often disregarded in favor of selecting the first practical, and usually dangerous, option that came to mind. Noticing the change too, Molly locked eyes with Bill and exchanged smiles. If there was one thing they always liked about you, it was that you made Charlie better.

“Y/N’s a tough one,” Arthur threw in for support.

“The toughest,” Bill confirmed. “ We’ll take your lead on this one, brother. You know this protocol better than we do.”

Charlie laughed, “That’s what we fought about, you know? This stupid protocol.” Charlie let out another chuckle. this one from deep in his chest more like a roar then any human sound, revealing the true lion within. “And now it’s probably going to save all our lives. Merlin, gorgeous, you’re always right aren’t you?” He directed the last question at your picture as he ran his finger once more along the length before finally letting go.

With the decision made, the family parted to continue about their work prepping for tomorrow’s celebration. Molly reached down to take the clock in hand, her constant companion through this war.

“And mum you’ll—“ Charlie began but Molly didn’t need him to finish before she confirmed, “I’ll watch for all my children.”

Arthur lingered a little longer than the rest, grabbing Charlie by the shoulder to gain his attention.

“I’m proud of you,” he said as he offered a pat, “You’ll make a good husband someday, son. Take it from me; trust is key. And I know you’ve both got that in spades.”

A single shaft of light came in through a small crack in the foundation of the dungeon in which they held you captive, enough to allow you to see how the horrendous mark upon your skin was healing, but just barely. The brand was chard on the edges. The skin was dead, as dead as the evil which produced it, and you still felt the burning deep under the surface, so deep that you thought that when you died and your flesh rotted away, the brand would still exist upon your bones.

You did your best to explore the baron room, crawling as you felt against the walls, but you only got a few feet before a voice, raspy and worn, called out to you.

“You won’t find anything, my friend,” the voice said before falling into a fit of coughing, “Merlin knows I’ve tried.”

You vaguely remembered the voice but couldn’t place it. You felt above your head to try and see how high the ceiling went and upon realizing you could stand, just barely, you walked with labored movements towards the source of the sound.

Once you were within reach, the man grabbed for your hand and upon feeling it recited with frightening accuracy, “11-inch, hornbeam wood with dragon heartstring core, sister wand to my very own. I always knew there were great things in store for you, Y/N L/N. I simply wish it didn’t have to be this.”

“Mr. Ollivander?” you said as your heart filled with fear and compassion for the man who had only ever shown you kindness, “Goodness, what have they done to you?”

He didn’t respond, but instead reached over beside him. You head a small metal tinge before feeling a rush of water upon your wound. It burned, worse than you expected, but after a rinse or two, you found relief.

You hadn’t a clue how much time had passed. Without light, it was near impossible to tell. But you did get a rather solid run-down from Ollivander about the proceedings among the enemy since the fall of Albus Dumbledore. You were grateful to have a fellow prisoner, even if you were more of a “guest” serving out a necessary punishment.

A swing of the door and a loud clang against the stone wall woke you from an agitated slumber. The light, so bright and painful against your eyes, made it hard to see who stood before you, but the voice was unmistakable.

“Up, curse-breaker,” Ismelda said as she threw a dark hooded robe overtop your body.

“Where are we going?” you managed to ask as you unburied yourself from dark garment.

“Our lord has a loyalty test in mind.”

Her laughter fills the void of the chamber as you clamor to your feet and rush out the door.

The music of the band had the reception tent filled with joy and activity. The pomp of the evening was lost on no one, as the events of the previous two months had left little to celebrate.

Bill held Fleur in his arms just a few yards in front of Charlie in the middle of the dance floor. The couple was laughing with each spin, completely engrossed in each other. And while sure, Charlie was happy for them, he couldn’t help but feel something was wrong. As best man, he had worn an suit to Fleur’s specifications but Charlie had intentionally selected a pocket square that would have matched your outfit perfectly and had planned to do his hair the way you liked, pulled back from his face and flowing behind his ears just enough for you to be able to run your hands through it as you sat beside him or astride him as you talked. But his mother had chopped it off before he could properly protest.

He wanted you here, wanted to see how you reacted to such a ceremony so you could begin planning your own. What parts would you like to keep? What parts did you wish to avoid at all costs when you said your own vows to each other? He wanted to sit in this chair with you right beside him, running his finger over the ring that should now be sitting upon your hand, as you commented on each detail: “No white tablecloths; too easily dirty,” or, “This food is good but I think we can do better,” or, “It isn’t too cold out tonight so maybe we aim for August too?” or even the occasional, “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Just as he turned down yet another cousin offering him a dance, the entire party was interrupted by a misty orb shooting through the tent into the center of the dance floor, like a meteor set on a path of destruction. Charlie stood in shock and pulled out his wand. Party guests scatter in all directions as the lynx lets out a low growl, making itself known. Harry sees out of the corner of his eye Harry and Ron run forward, accompanied by his parents and others who were otherwise entertained, the entire Order lined the dance floor protecting the rest of attendees from whatever harm such an object might contain.

The orb unraveled into the form of a lynx. It circled the tent once before settling at the center of the crowd. From its form came the voice of Kingsley, whispered and urgent.

“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

And as if on queue, black masses began appearing on the outskirts of the tents and rushing inward to search the mass for Harry Potter. Cloaked figures whizzed through the crowd like birds darting for fish just under the surface of the water, talons bear and dangerous.

On instinct, Charlie flipped the table and encouraged those few family members near his to apparate away. The goal as always among the Order was to protect Harry first and his family second, but honestly it was all the same at this point. Faceless cloaked figures shot curses in aimless directions, filling the tent with light and chaos. Cloth rained down like Christmas mist, sparks caught upon the edges of napkins, and dishes clanked upon the floor as each table was unturned and each settling tossed aside in the search for Potter.

Charlie had managed to stun a few assailants from his advantageous spot near the center of the mass but quickly it became apparent to him that a united front was a much better option. The capture of a single Order member could be devastating. Charlie stood and began to run towards the house, towards the mass of bodies back to back that he believed to be his twin brothers.

But before he could move even a few steps, he came face to face with an unmasked Carrow whose teeth were bare in amusement as he made to charge.

Just as Charlie was about to disarm him, a table flew into the air separating the two men. Carrow ran face first into the white-washed wood, falling to the ground for long enough for Charlie to get away.

But Charlie didn’t move. He knew that trick, knew it too well from all the times he and Bill used to levitate the tables and use them for battles out in the garden.

Charlie turned himself towards the hooded figure, face masked and otherwise indistinguishable from the rest of the attacking forces. He immediately shot a jinx in the direction of the body but the Death Eater didn’t counter, but instead casted a levitation charm on themselves, rising quickly into the air and avoiding his jinx completely.

And then he knew. He knew immediately as you hovered in the air before him that it was you.

As you floated, your head hitting the roof of the tent, you stared down at Charlie who couldn’t move, the shock and knowledge reading all over his face.

You had prayed he would remember that day in the forest all those years ago, before you even began dating, when you had levitated yourself to search for the centaur that he had somehow managed to befriend. Charlie had offered to catch you that night. He’d seemed so eager to help you then, and for the first time since you had started your friendship, you realized the butterflies you felt in your stomach upon seeing him might be mutual. He had uttered the counter-charm and down you floated, as gentle as feather, into his embrace. And he held you for just a second too long, and then you knew.

You waited a moment to see how he’d respond. The chaos around made it so no one was really paying much attention to you. And as you had just “accidentally” knocked out your handler, you had a moment to think.

Charlie lifted his hand, whispered something and down you floated, just like that night a decade ago. Charlie ran forward, ready to catch you his arms, looking so desperate to feel you again that it hurt your heart to see. And Godric did you want to feel him, too.

When you had first laid eyes on him upon your arrival, he seemed strong and confident, not the saddened wreck you expected. Maybe he never really loved you as you had thought, your brain said. But now seeing this, you knew the truth; Charlie had figured it out. He had nothing to mourn. But having you within arms reach seemed another level of torture.

But before he could reach you, you could see out of the corner of your eye Ismelda charging, accompanied by Bellatrix, as they chased Tonks back into the tent, all three blasting curses as quickly and deftly as they could.

You only took a second to assess the situation, to consider what was best, for you and for Charlie. And a step before he would have held you again, you whispered so only he could hear, “Sorry, my love,” before blasting him with a stun that sent him flying across the tent. You watched as he connected hard with a post before slumping against the dirt, unconscious but far out of harm’s way.

A couple of hard slaps to the face helped bring Charlie back to the waking world. As he blinked his eyes open, he realized he was in a bed, but not his own. And everything, literally everything was spinning.

“There he is!” George cheered as Charlie squinted his eyes, “I told ya, mum, something violence is the answer.”

“Oh, enough,” Molly chided as she pulled her boys aside to set herself down beside her injured son. She placed an ice pack upon the crown of his head. Only then did Charlie register the throbbing in his skull.

“Do you remember what happened?” Fred asked as he took a seat on the arm of the sofa next to Charlie’s feet.

George pipped in too, “Other than getting blasted hard by some death eater.”

“Not some death eater,” Charlie corrected, “Y/N.”

The faces in the room looked around a few times, trying to understand if they heard him right. But Charlie didn’t bother elaborating. The less who knew what was going on, the better. And he didn’t even have a chance before Aunt Muriel entered with a tray of tea and snacks and kisses upon the forehead for everyone.

A few days of recovery had Charlie feeling like new. He would have to get back to Romania soon on orders of Kingsley to recruit more foreign witches and wizards to the cause. And being hauled up in a tiny house somewhere in the Cotswolds was not helping anyone.

Just as he had finished packing his bags, finalizing his route through Europe to throw anyone off his trail, and sent the owls necessary to assure his safe journey, he heard a knock on the guest room door.

His mother stood before him, clock held tight to her chest, and a few tears littering her cheeks and apron.

“Before you go, I think you should see this,” she said as she handed him the clock.

It looked the same as it always did, except now not nine but ten hands all pointed in the same direction towards “Mortal Danger.”

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