#on so in oder we have the twins

[ccbunnv]

idk how these ask thingys work, so bare with

i was thinking of a bill and tom x fem!reader who both share an interest with her and take her to a hotel room, kinda based on Reden?

Could u do it with Bill n Tom when they were both 19? tysm <33 🤍🎀

i daydream abt this sometimes >.<!!

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 kaulitz twins x fem! reader smut

"are you sure I should do this?" you ask your friend nervously, playing with the hem of your bebe shirt.

"duh!" your friend replies enthusiastically, "they gave you the room number, what else?!"

"I'm not sure," you sigh, "I'm not a groupie and all that, I..."

"just a night won't deem you as a groupie, y/n," she sighs, pushing you over to the lobby door, "c'mon, it'll be fun!"

well, you won't deny the excitement in your heart. you purse your lips before mumbling, "okay, fine! I'll do it!"

"atta girl!" she cheers, "okay, hold on a minute..."

she reaches into her purse and pulls out a lip gloss, and an atomizer with her favourite perfume. she says softly, "pucker up..."

you do so, and she helps you apply the lip gloss. then, you press your lips together to spread the gloss better. she then sprays the perfume all over you, making you cough.

she looks around you for a little bit, before snapping her fingers and handing you a hair tie. she says, "tie your hair up."

"what? why?" you ask, clearly confused.

"it's more sexy that way!" she giggles, "just do as I say!"

you sigh and do so, pulling your hair back and tying it up. you leave your bangs aside to avoid looking like an egg, clearly you wouldn't want to look like that when you're meeting your idols.

she squeals excitedly and says, "go! tell me how it was, okay?!"

you inhale and exhale, before entering the hotel. the inside is lavish, filled with ceramic pots that look like it could cost you an arm and a leg, decorated with faux flowers.

your feet take you to the reception counter, and with almost zero confidence in your voice, you ask, "hi, um, do you know where room 483 is?"

"hm? oh, yeah. it's to your left, down the hallway and take the elevator to the eleventh floor." the receptionist answers with a smile.

you nod your head as a form of thanks before following her directions to the room. you reach the elevator and press the eleventh floor.

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it takes you a little while, but you soon reach. standing before the oak wood door with the numbers '483' hanging there, menacingly, your heart quickens its beats.

there's light seeping through the gap of the door, so there should be someone inside...hopefully. swallowing your anxiety, you ring the door bell to the room.

"Bill! Geh und hol die Tür! (Bill! go get the door!)" a muffled voice calls out from the other side.

"Du bist näher an der Tür, Idiot! (you're closer to the door, idiot!)" another refutes.

"Ja, aber ich bin gerade erst aus der Dusche gekommen! Ich kann die Tür nicht öffnen, während ich nur ein Handtuch um die Hüfte trage, oder? (Yeah, but I just got out of the shower! I can't open the door with just a towel around my waist, can I?)" the voice scowls.

"Du hattest vor ein paar Monaten kein Problem damit! (You had no problem with it a few months ago!)" the other one grumbles before opening the door with a huff.

upon seeing you, his face drops from an annoyed on to a smirk. he mumbles, "well, well, look what we have here."

his eyes scan you up and down, making you feel a tad bit bashful. his eyes settle on the cleavage that's exposed by your v-neck shirt, and he giggles.

"Tom! Sieh dir das an… (Tom! come look...)" he says aloud.

"Was? ist es ein Groupie? deins oder meins? (What? is it a groupie? yours or mine?)" Tom says, walking over with a lousily worn baggy shirt and a pair of sweatpants. upon seeing you, his face turns into a smirk just like his twin's.

his tongue plays with the cold steel piercing on his bottom lip, his eyes studying your body. he eventually says, "you wanna come in?"

"uh, sure!" you respond, trudging in after Tom. Bill shuts the door and locks it once you enter.

"so, uh..." you look around the room. it's relatively messy, but it's not like you mind it.

"sit, sit." Bill says softly, sitting onto one of the two beds and patting the spot beside him.

"you want something to drink?" Tom asks as you sit next to Bill.

"um...what is there?" you ask apprehensively.

"cola, sprite, the works...there's wine, if you drink." he grins.

"oh, I'll just take a cola..." you say quietly.

he reaches into the minibar refrigerator and brings out a can of cold cola, opening the tab and pouring you a glass.

you take the glass when he hands it to you, and drink it down. the carbonation fizzes in your throat as it grows awkwardly silent.

"so, what's your name?" Tom asks, sitting on his bed.

"it's y/n, uh...y/n l/n." you smile at them.

Bill chuckles, "aren't you cute?"

"don't scare her, Bill." Tom snickers, "I suppose you already know us?"

"um, yeah!" you laugh a little.

"so, y/n, what do you think about our concert today?" Bill asks softly, "was it fun?"

"yeah! it's actually my first concert, I'm glad I got to come..." you respond as he stands and sits next to Tom.

"oh, we're stoked to be the first band concert you attend." Tom says with his signature smile. you can't help but grow shy.

"so, do you have a favourite song?" Bill asks softly.

"I like Reden." you say, shrugging.

"it's a fan favourite isn't it?" Tom chimes, looking over at Bill.

Bill grins and says, "well of course it is."

Tom turns his head back at you and it takes him a while before asking, "do you have a favourite member?"

"me...member?" you repeat.

"yeah. among the four of us, who do you like the most?" Bill explains.

"I guess, um..." you look at your thighs, your hands turning the cold glass of cola in your hands.

"is it Gustav?" Tom asks, and you shake your head no.

"Georg?" Bill follows up, and you respond with a head shake as well.

"hm..." they smirk, "well it's either one of us."

you keep silent, not knowing what to say.

"come on, don't be shy." Bill says softly, walking over to you and tilting your head upwards, "it's okay, I know Tom can deal with a rejection."

"what makes you think you're her favourite, huh?" Tom comments snarkily, sitting next to you and bringing an arm protectively around your waist.

"well it's up for her to decide." Bill grumbles, "who do you like the most?"

"I don't know..." you finally reply after a little while, "I like both of you...?"

this renders them silent, before Bill finally cracks up. as he wipes away his tears of laughter, he says, "we were just playing with you, y/n! it's okay."

Tom sighs and pats your head, while Bill looks around. he then snaps his fingers, "hey, how about we play a game?"

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"uh..." you bite your lower lip as you think of an answer to the question the twins thought up of.

the game went like this: they gave a question and if you couldn't answer, you had to strip a piece of your clothing.

you had taken off your bracelets, your kandi, your socks...almost everything off. now you're left in your bra and panties.

Tom and Bill on the other hand...Tom had his shirt taken off and Bill had both his jacket and shirt off.

"three," Bill starts a countdown, his voice nonchalant.

"two..." Tom continues, staring at you up and down.

"one!" Bill cheers, "take off one thing."

you blush, panicking rather silently on the inside.

"c'mon, don't be a quitter." Bill giggles, sitting upright.

you think of a way to maneuver your way around the consenquences, and you eventually succeed in doing so. you take off the hair tie keeping your hair in a high ponytail, letting it fall onto your shoulder.

"hey! that doesn't count!" Bill huffs.

"it does! it's a piece of my clothing!" you chime playfully.

"hey, how about instead of clothes, it's a kiss instead?" Tom asks, smiling, "everytime you can't answer, you have to give us a kiss."

you narrow your eyes at Tom and he shrugs, smiling. thinking about it, a kiss is better than stripping bare, so you nod in agreement.

"alright then, next question!" Bill says, "y/n, do you have a favourite subject?"

absolutely not. you cannot answer this because truth is, there is not one single subject you like other than after school. you find yourself unable to answer the question.

the countdown begins again, this time much faster than the last. Bill cheers, "you didn't answer! now you have to give one of us a kiss."

"on the cheek?" you ask nervously.

"on the lips." Tom chides.

you bite your lower lip, wondering if you should do it or not. positive side is that, these are your idols and you'd definitely kiss them. negative side is that, you have no kissing experience.

so you decide to stomach your shame and crawl over to Bill. you lean in close and give him a quick peck to his lips, which makes both twins pause in their spots.

they never actually thought you'd do it. after all, you were so shy around them, it was probably a 20% chance of you thinking about kissing them and a 10% chance of actually kissing them.

as you pull away shyly, Bill's hand grips your forearm and he, with a dangerous glint in his eyes, says with a smile, "that can't be all."

he stands and pushes you against his bed, and your stomach churns as you realise what's about to happen. you feel a familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, your body shaking with excitement.

Tom snickers and says, "you don't mind me joining in, right?"

you stammer, "y...you? two of you? I don't think I can..."

"oh, hush." Bill smirks, lying down next to you on his side, "you'll do perfect, I know you will."

he slowly presses the pad of his thumb against your cunt, feeling it seep through the fabric of your panties. he leans down and captures your lips in a soft, comforting kiss.

Tom's hand reaches in and they wrap themselves around your soft, plush thighs, spreading them open to reveal the wetness in between.

"eager." he comments, licking his lips. this draws a blush to your cheeks, your mind twisting and turning with embarrassment as he says so.

you really felt dirty from how easily you were letting them fuck you, but c'mon, who wouldn't?

Bill removes his hand from your pussy, and with a swift tug, he somehow managed to unclip your bra and tear it off your body. he doesn't even hesitate in throwing it on the floor.

the cold air stiffens your sensitized nipples, and without warning, Bill wraps his lips around one of them, his tongue brushing against the bud while his other hand draws circles around your areola.

you whimper softly while you feel Tom tug your panties off. before you know it, he had gotten in between your legs and delved straight into your cunt like a man starved.

his tongue delves into your entrance, his nose nuzzling into your cunny, eliciting a moan from you. he ate you out like he had been depraved for so, so long.

his hands grip your thighs, digging into the flesh and leaving dark red, crescent-shaped marks onto your skin. he pulls away from your entrance, a string of your nectar and his saliva connecting his tongue to your hole.

his eyes stare upwards at you, and your breath hitches. he dips back in between your thighs and wraps his lips around your clit, suckling on it and pressing his tongue against it.

you gasp and reach down, grabbing his dreads that was pulled up into a ponytail...but without his usual cap and headband. meanwhile, Bill had his attention focused entirely on your tits.

he's an ass person, no doubt, and as much as he'd love to fondle that butt of yours, your breasts just looked too good to not be pampered.

his tongue presses against your nipple, while his other hand squeezes the bud and tugs on it, which just makes you confused from the pleasure. it's just your tits, so why the fuck do you feel so good?

the contrast of the cold hotel room and the warmth of his mouth was making you dizzy. plus the fact that Tom was eating you out like an all you can eat buffet just made you feel overstimulated.

your legs trembling as you grip the bedsheets harder, your head tilting backwards and your back arching off the bed was a tell-tale sign that you were about to cum.

Tom moans in satisfaction, sending a vibration of pleasure coursing through your veins. you buck your hips upwards, trying to get more but he settles you down via pulling them back down against the bed.

Bill leaves your nipples alone, grinning as he sees them all puffy and wet with his saliva. his teeth begin to nip at your breast, his hand groping your other breast and squeezing it.

he bites and licks, sucking on your flesh until it left a fresh purple bruise there. he seems so proud of his work that he decides to leave a couple more on your tits.

Tom's tongue finds its way back into your pussy and that was the last straw. you let a string of whines leave your lips as you squirm around in his stern grip, your orgasm washing over you while he drinks up every last drop you could offer.

once you had come down from your high, the twins pull away from you. just when you thought it's over, they prove you wrong. they begin to undress, agonizingly slowly.

you can't handle another minute more, but they seem to enjoy teasing you. they finish with taking off the basics, but you're too impatient for them to take their underwear off.

you quickly scramble to sit upright, facing the tents in their boxers. the saliva accumulating in your mouth is quickly swallowed down while you processed the sheer size of their restricted cocks.

Tom had a toned body, fit with a slim waist, broad shoulders, and a happy trail that lead down to the treasure within his underwear. Bill on the other hand, he was more lean but god, that v-line could kill.

you know for a fact someone would be paying to be in your place for even a second right now. Tom grabs ahold of you and spins you onto your tummy, making sure you're in a comfortable position. you watch tentatively as Bill slides his thumb into the rim of his boxers, his hands pressing against the front while he shimmies the underwear off his hips in an agonisingly slow motion.

you can't help it anymore. you needed it, and badly.

Bill's dick juts out of his boxers, hard and leaking with pre cum. each vein crawls to his tip, glossy with his own arousal. your tongue finds it place on the underside of his shaft, licking upwards kittenishly which elicits an erotic moan from the back of his throat.

you soon feel something hard press against your lower back, in between your ass. it slowly glides up and down, and a soft groan exits from behind you. you crane your head slightly to find Tom's dick already out of his calvin klein, and him teasing himself on your skin.

you swallow thickly, wondering if you could take him in. but you digress and move your attention back onto the leaking cock right in front of your face. you lick your lips to wet it, before propping yourself on your hands and knees.

Bill's hand ventures to your hand and he whispers, "alright, you ready, good girl?"

you nod, excited yet anxious. he prods the tip of his cock against your lips, drawing it along the slit. slowly, he pushes only the tip in, just for a little taste.

you press your tongue against his manhood, licking upwards and pulling away just to suck on it briefly. you look up at him, expecting praise, but the expression on his face is enough for your own warmth to pool into your lower abdomen.

he hisses, his perfectly manicured hand running through your hair before settling on the back of your head. before you had a chance to retaliate, he shoved his dick into your mouth.

the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and it makes you gag, your throat convulsing. he only moans louder, throwing his head back. your moans and pants send vibrations along his veins that simply bring him more pleasure.

slowly, he pulls back and thrusts it back in once more. your tongue lies dormant on the bottom of your mouth while he fucks your face, finding pleasure in seeing your eyes roll back.

but you're quickly brought back to reality when you feel something enter you. you were so wet, Tom didn't need any extra lubrication to simply shove it in.

a moan tears through your throat, which in turn makes Bill grunt in delight. you feel something in your stomach, a hardened tip prodding at your womb whilst it enters and exits as it wills.

the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother is doubled as Tom fucks you from the back, enjoying the image of your ass shake as he thrusts into you roughly.

you can't keep up with the pace, your hands are growing sore, and you're sure you're sinking into the bed. your body feels hot and your heart thunders within your chest. your jaw aches from Bill continuously fucking it with his girthy length...

you've never really taken into account on how big they could be. was it even human at this point?

well, whatever. who cares, right...?

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it's been three hours. condoms litter the floor but the twins have yet to be tired out. your body is sticky with both their and your fluids, and you've lost count at how many times you've cum already.

the bed sheets below are absolutely soaked, but the twins don't even care about that. your hands wrap around Tom's cock and lazily, you stroke him up and down. the gloss of your cum and his mixed together froths at his base, creating a white circle.

you swallow thickly as your hands loses its rhythms from Bill's fervent fucking into your spent pussy. your cunt ached from how much it was being stretched, and you were sure that your insides had already memorised each and every vein of the twins' cocks.

Tom hisses and grasps your head, pulling it back so you can face him. his face holds a devilish grin as he asks, "keep going, pretty girl."

you seal your lips and continue your handjob, but once more, it loses rhythm as Bill hits a spot within you. Tom sighs softly, slowly combing your hair back and reaching it to push back the wet strands that stick to your face.

"again, go on." he says with a smirk.

Bill snickers and you jolt awake when you feel his hand smack against your already red ass. the pain is short-lived, and what follows up is a warm pleasure on your skin.

you continue stroking Tom while Bill fucks you, and your hands grow frantic as you near your own climax. your hips jolt and your insides squeeze Bill, as if milking him for his own cum.

"relax girl...we're on our last condom. don't wanna break it now, hm?" he jeers at you, but you're too fucked out to give a damn.

you whine softly, swaying your hips left and right for him. he only laughs and spanks you once more, and a groan leaves your kiss-bitten, red lips.

Tom tilts his head back, his own groans and grunts growing louder by the minute as he nears his orgasm. his cock twitches in your hands, his chest heaving up and down fervently. his arms flex while he grips the blanket, about to accept his climax.

you're close yourself too, the motion of your hands tell you that much. your spine curves, as if welcoming Bill for a deeper position as if he wasn't already balls-deep inside you already.

your insides squeeze him as much as you can, your thighs tremble as it grows stickier from the juices that leak out of your cunt.

Bill moans softly as he nears his own. each thrust of his hips only grows even more frantic while he fucks deeper into you, as if desperate to get you pregnant.

his hands grip your ass even tighter, his teeth grinding against eachother as his pretty black eyeliner run down his gorgeous, pleasure-filled face. it's almost unfair how hot he is.

with a loud scream, you ride out your final orgasm as Bill's ragged thrusting brings you to a pleasure so intense that your entire vision blackens. white spots slowly appear and it's a short while before you finally regain your senses.

by the time you did, Tom had already came. ropes of his thick cum leaks out of his tip, slowly running down his cock and in between the seams of your fingers. the viscous liquid covers his dick in a sheer gloss.

you feel Bill pulling out with you and he sighs tiredly, pulling the condom off his dick slowly so it doesn't spill everywhere. your legs wobble before you completely fall, but Tom's there to catch you.

he pulls you into his arms and his voice coos gently, "that's a good girl...mhm, it felt good?"

you nod tiredly.

Bill smiles as he ties the condom, and throws it onto the carpeted floor for the maid tomorrow morning to clean. he climbs next to Tom and slowly, he strokes your thighs in hopes of soothing them.

you're exhausted, you can barely even support your head upwards for even a minute. Tom's smile is just like Bill's as he supports your head for you. he kisses your forehead, "just go to sleep, pretty girl."

"don't worry," Bill adds, "we'll be here till you wake."

and with their softspoke words, a sort of warmth courses through you and before you even know it, you've passed out in Tom's arms.

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fanfic

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Marlon - When dreams grow up

OMG I only came to this book threw @dwkinternational and looked it up the description and the cover was (for me atleast) promising and I'm so hyped to see what Masannek made of his masterpiece and the ,,sequel". Since I wrote a fic that has a little time skip and I can't wait to read it and how he did things.

It will be published on 14.5.2024.

Summary under the cut

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Beschreibung

Was machen die Wilden Kerle heute? 20 Jahre nach dem Spiel gegen den Dicken Michi + + +  18 Jahre nach Gonzo Gonzales + + +  17 Jahre nach den Biestigen Biestern + + +  16 Jahre nach Ragnarök + + +  15 Jahre nach ihrer Reise ans Ende der Welt? Berlin.>Berlin. Heute. Die Wilden Kerle gibt es nicht mehr. Das Schicksal hat sie in alle Himmelsrichtungen verstreut. Keiner weiß, wo der andere ist. Leon gilt sogar als tot und Marlon, der heute Musiker ist, will die Vergangenheit vergessen. Er nennt sich jetzt Sparrow. Spatz. Er streift allein durch die Stadt. Er will unsichtbar sein. Doch wenn ihn seine Musik dazu zwingt, wenn er irgendwo in dem Meer aus Bars und Clubs auftaucht und auftritt, zieht er die Menschen in seinen Bann. Er verzaubert sie mit seiner Sehnsucht nach Freiheit, Leben, Liebe und mehr. Doch jede Nacht zwischen drei und vier Uhr holt Marlon die Vergangenheit ein. Ein Alptraum verfolgt ihn und dieser Alptraum wird Wirklichkeit, als der charismatische Angel Investor Tom Shepherd aus Dublin nach Berlin kommt. Shepherd, der Marlons totem Bruder Leon so gleicht wie ein Zwilling, der aber trotzdem so anders ist: gefährlich anders. 

Marlon ahnt nicht, dass aus dem Kindertraum von damals eine Kraft entwachsen ist, die die Ordnung der Welt, in der wir in Zukunft leben, in der unsere Kinder leben sollen, mehr als bedroht. Eine Zukunft, die Shepherd für uns gestalten und aus der er alles, was die Wilden Kerle jemals verkörpert haben, verbannen will. Marlon muss sich entscheiden: Ob er seine Vergangenheit für immer vergisst, oder ob er sie wieder aufleben lässt, auch wenn er dafür mit seinem Leben bezahlt. Doch es geht nicht um ihn. Es geht um die Zukunft von Nessie, der zwölfjährigen, rebellischen Fußball-Ballerina, ihrer Freunde Tippkick und Coke und der Zukunft des Jungen, in den sich Nessie verliebt. 

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Description

What are the Wild Bunch doing today? 20 years after the game against Fat Michi + + + 18 years after Gonzo Gonzales + + + 17 years after the Beastly Beasts + + + 16 years after Ragnarök + + + 15 years after their journey to the end of the world? Berlin >Berlin. Today. The Wild Bunch are no more. Fate has scattered them in all directions. No one knows where the others are. Leon is even presumed dead and Marlon, who is now a musician, wants to forget the past. He now calls himself Sparrow. Sparrow. He roams the city alone. He wants to be invisible. But when his music forces him to do so, when he appears somewhere in the sea of bars and clubs and performs, he casts a spell over people. He enchants them with his longing for freedom, life, love and more. But every night between three and four o'clock, Marlon's past catches up with him. A nightmare haunts him and this nightmare becomes reality when the charismatic angel investor Tom Shepherd comes to Berlin from Dublin. Shepherd, who resembles Marlon's dead brother Leon like a twin, but who is nevertheless so different: dangerously different.

Marlon has no idea that the childhood dream of yesteryear has grown into a force that more than threatens the order of the world in which we will live in the future, in which our children should live. A future that Shepherd wants to shape for us and from which he wants to banish everything that the Wild Bunch have ever embodied. Marlon must decide: Whether to forget his past forever, or whether to resurrect it, even if he pays for it with his life. But it's not about him. It's about the future of Nessie, the twelve-year-old rebellious soccer ballerina, her friends Tippkick and Coke and the future of the boy Nessie falls in love with.

Forever Wild.

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#die wilden kerle #dwk marlon #die wilden kerle bücher #Omg I'm so hyped

[footytea]

It doesnt realy matter if jude goes for oder women its obvouis that he does not have any serious Intention with any of the girls we know of lol

He obvouisly only wants one thing from These girls

And i also heard the rumor of noah telling jude that azra is not good enough for him (Which is not a lie tbh) but even if he didnt tell him that jude would not have taken azra serious anyway.

Azra was a clout chase just like every other girl and their leaked Texts were also dry as hell

what i find interesting about the whole azra thing is that her and her sister have both stated that they don't really date, but would get to know someone to end up marrying (which is customary within their religion) and correct me if i'm wrong but one of the twins (if not both) have also said they would only get with someone if they had the same religion as them

so what were azra's intentions with jude then? if it's not cloutchasing, why would she think a 20 year old footballer with the world at his feet rn and who's living in a whole different continent would be serious with her?

idk that whole situation was so confusing

[strawberry-cowmilk]

It's not your fault!

-> Beelzebub x Mc

Welcome to episode 1000 of 'decomposing in my drafts.' So, this one is heavy angst (with some comfort??). Please, make sure to read the content warnings and the a/n because this fic may be upsetting to some.

Mc's gender is not mentioned, and this is not proof read.

-> sequel here

a/n: I feel like I have to put a little note here saying that Belphie is portrayed VERY negatively in this post. If you don't like that, I suggest you don't read this.

Content warnings: lesson 5 spoilers (character spoiler), lesson 16 and 17(?) spoilers, blaming (literally Belphie telling Beel he is responsible for that thing), strong language, references to gambling-like activities, fighting (that gets out of hand), yelling, death threats, attempting to end somebody, broken bonds, reverse-comfort, self-sacrifice, insulting, crying

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Last week, there was a lottery-type event at Akudonald's. The person who owned a ticket with a certain number could oder 300 grimm worth of free food. Of course, you and Beelzebub bought about 10 tickets in the hopes of drawing the winning number, and you succeeded.

The two of you dumped the contents of three big bags of Akudonald's food onto Beel's bed. 'We're going to have quite the evening.' you smirked, and the demon nodded his head happily, not taking his violet gaze off of the haul. Just as you were about to dig in, the door of the twin's bedroom slammed open, revealing a very distressed Belphie standing in the hallway. The youngest brother stepped foot inside the room. 'Beel, I can't find it anywhere!' he got out between pants. The avatar of gluttony looked confused. 'Can't find what?' Belphegor looked his older brother dead in the eye, the stress still apparent in his expression. 'The photo album, the one with all the pictures of Lilith. It's- it's gone!' You looked at Beel next to you, who was now staring at his brother in shock. Oh no. You knew how important their late sister was to them, and that album was, other than the occasional photo Asmo has, the only keepsake they had left of her. 'It's gonna be okay, I'll help you find it.' you offered. Belphegor sighed. 'That's nice of you, but I've almost blown up the whole house looking for it.' Then, realization hit Beel. He looked at you in worry. That thing he ate last night during his 2am hunger-attack... That wasn't a sheet cake.

'Belphie... I'm so sorry.' the sixth born said quietly. 'I- I think I ate it...' Beel looked at the floor, despite his younger twin's burning gaze on him. You started to panic internally, but you didn't show it. You had to stay calm. For Beel. So, you grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze, in an attempt to calm him down, even if that is a little bit. Belphie was at a loss of words. 'You... what?' he stammered before turning into his demon form in a matter of seconds. 'Are you fucking serious? Can't you control that damn apetite of yours for one minute or are you just plain stupid?' the youngest brother showed anger greater than Satan's after his favorite book series got discontinued. Beel squeezed your hand tighter, still not looking at his twin. You, completely in the middle of this,had no idea what to do. Beel was clearly hurt by his brother's words but did not say anything, so you decided to try to calm the fuming Belphegor down. 'Hey, Belphie, it's okay. Beel was probably very hungry and we can always make a new album right? Doesn't Asmo have some pictures?' The avatar of sloth's head shot towards you. 'Shut up, human! Say one more word and I'll snap that pathetic neck of yours again!' you felt fear wash over you as the demon threatened you. In response, Beelzebub hugged you against his body. 'Belphie... I know you're angry, but that was mean. Mc is trying to help.' he defended you. Despite the fact he too was getting absolutely bashed by the younger demon, he defended you. 'I'm so sorry I ate the album, but please don't take your anger out on Mc.' That was the comment that made Belphie unintentionally lose every last piece of rationality. 'You're right, I should be killing you, not Mc! After all, thanks to your big fuck-up, Lilith is gone now!' Belphie breathed heavily before continuing. 'It's your fault, Beelzebub!'

Beel completely tensed up in your arms at his twin's words. He just stared at him as he was getting ready to actually kill him. Having realized this, you broke free from Beel's embrace, stepping in front of him to protect him from Belphie. 'No!' you yelled, masking your fear. You thought you would die for a moment there, but somebody had rushed into the room and restrained the avatar of sloth. 'When I heard yelling, I didn't expect shit like this to be goin' on!' It was Mammon, also in his demon form. 'Fucking scumbag, let me go! Now!' Belphie did thrash around and scream in his grip, but the second born was stronger. 'Oh, Mammon thank you!' you breathed before turning to Beel, who was shaking behind you. You softly smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek. 'Let's go sit down, okay?' you suggested. Before he could answer, somebody else burst into the room. This time it was Lucifer. Before he spoke, he looked around the room. He saw Mammon holding a very angry Belphie down, and he saw you trying to comfort a shaken-up Beel. The avatar of pride had many questions, but decided to restrain Belphegor with his trusty rope first. Lucifer sent Mammon away, and threw Belphie over his shoulder, ready to leave. 'I demand an explanation later.' he said. But, before he could go, Beel stopped him. 'Lucifer, please move me to the attic. As a permanent room.' it was almost like he was pleading. Belphie scoffed, but the oldest brother silenced him before he could say anything. 'Silence, Belphegor!' he said sternly. 'Fuck you, Lucifer! Go suck Diavolo's dick!' the youngest spat, his words like venom. Lucifer dug his nails into Belphie's back, repressing his anger. Everyone knew the avatar of sloth was in even bigger trouble now.

It was just you and Beel now. You shoved some of the Akudonald's aside and guided the demon to sit down on the bed, next to you. 'Beelzie, how are you feeling?' you said, as gently as you could. You even used the nickname you used only on special occasions. The avatar of gluttony didn't seem to react to your words, he just stared in front on him. 'Can I touch you?' you tried asking gently. To your luck, Beel nodded, so you took both of his hands between yours. 'I... I don't want him to hate me...' the demon confessed. 'We used to be so close...' and that was when the tears started falling from his face. It was the first time you had actually seen him cry. You let one hand go to wipe his tears away. 'He didn't mean what he said, I'm sure he'll apologize in a few hours.' you reassured him. the sixth born shook his head. 'N-no... he is right, it's my f-' you cut him off by hushing him. 'Beel, it's not your fault at all.' he did not look at you. 'Mc... I love you, but don't lie to me.' his words broke your heart. There was only one way to help him now, and that was telling him you sometimes could see Lilith in your dreams, and it felt real every time. 'Hey... look at me.' you asked him. Eventually, the demon carefully turned towards you. 'I can see Lilith in some of my dreams...' you started. This got Beel's attention. The tears ceased falling from his eyes as he listened to your voice. 'She says she loves all of you so much, and... she doesn't blame you.' you continued. 'She's so proud of you, Beel. She's so happy you've finally found peace after the war.' You swear you could see a smile make its way on his face. The demon released his hands from yours to press you against his chest, hiding his face in your hair. 'Next time you see her, tell her I love her. Please?'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me angst #beelzebub x reader #leviathan #lucifer #mammon #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #satan #beel x reader #gn!mc #beelzebub x mc #beel x mc

[drug-mythology]

Mythos #FPS-6 “Intelligenz”

🇩🇪 Version inspiriert von: „Dr. Fabian Pitter Steinmetz“:

„Cannabis führt auf Dauer zur Verblödung."

Cannabis macht nicht dumm. Nicht zu lesen, nicht zu lernen und sich nicht für Dinge zu interessieren machen dumm. Cannabis kann, aber muss darauf keinen Einfluss haben. Und der Einfluss kann sowohl negativ als auch positiv sein. Wichtig ist ein ehrlicher Umgang mit dem Thema. [22.11.2021].

Es ist so, als würde man medizinische Cannabis-Nutzer und Nutzerinnen als dumm bezeichnen! Es gibt viele tägliche Nutzer und Nutzerinnen, man kann das bei Erwachsenen nicht so sagen. – Menge, Frequenz, Material und die damit verbundene Intension (z.B.: gewollte Sedierung, bzw. "Entspannende" wirkung) spielen eine große Rolle, weshalb eine Vereinfachung irreführend ist. [21.08.2020].

Auch wenn Cannabis „dumm“ macht, die Prohibition macht dümmer, und zwar durch fehlenden Jugendschutz, fehlende Qualitätskontrolle, mangelnde Safer-Use-Aufklärung und die psychosozialen Folgen der Repression. [21.08.2020].

Anmerkungen:

Mit der sedierenden, entspannenden Wirkung einer Substanz will man häufig kognitive (geistige) „Pausen“ zur Erholung erreichen. Es kann also ein erwünschter Effekt sein, wenn die Kognition dabei „zeitweilig“ nachlässt. – Ob man diesen „Effekt“ mit Alkohol, Medikamenten (z.B.: Benzodiazepinen), Weihrauch oder Cannabis erreicht, sollte freie Entscheidung sein.

Es ist wichtig zu beachten, dass es eine Vielzahl von Faktoren gibt, die sich auf Intelligenz und kognitive Fähigkeiten auswirken, und dass die Effekte nicht nur auf den Konsum einer bestimmten Substanz zurückzuführen sind.

🇬🇧 Version inspired by: „Dr. Fabian Pitter Steinmetz“:

„In the long run, cannabis leads to stupidity.“

Cannabis doesn't make you stupid. Not reading, not studying, and not being interested in things makes you stupid. Cannabis can, but does not have to, have any influence on this. And the influence can be both negative and positive. It is important to deal honestly with the topic.

It's like calling medical cannabis users stupid! There are many daily users, we can't say the same for adults. – Quantity, frequency, material and the associated intention (e.g.: desired sedation, or “relaxing” effect) play a major role, which is why a simplification is misleading.

Even if cannabis make you “stupid”, prohibition makes you dumber, due to the lack of youth protection, lack of quality control, lack of safer use education and the psychosocial consequences of repression.

Annotations:

The sedative, relaxing effect of a substance is often used to achieve cognitive (mental) “breaks” for recovery. It can therefore be a desired effect if cognition “temporarily” decreases. – Whether you achieve this “effect” with alcohol, medication (e.g. benzodiazepines), incense or cannabis, should be a free decision.

It is important to note that there are a variety of factors that affect intelligence and cognitive ability, and that the effects are not just due to the use of a specific substance.

Verweise:

"Cannabis verursacht keinen kognitiven verfall beweist eine zwillingsstudie": https://cannigma.com/de/forschung/cannabis-verursacht-keinen-kognitiven-verfall-beweist-eine-zwillingsstudie/ (11.05.2020); "Effects of Cannabis Use on Human Behavior, Including Cognition, Motivation, and Psychosis: A Review", https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/26842658/ (03/2016); "Persistent cannabis users show neuropsychological decline from childhood to midlife", https://www.pnas.org/doi/pdf/10.1073/pnas.1206820109 (06/2012); "Investigating the causal effect of cannabis use on cognitive function with a quasi-experimental co-twin design", https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0376871619304892?via%3Dihub (01/2020); "A twin study of early cannabis use and subsequent use and abuse/dependence of other illicit drugs", https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/15697049/ (10/2004); "Impact of adolescent marijuana use on intelligence: Results from two longitudinal twin studies", https://www.pnas.org/doi/10.1073/pnas.1516648113 (01/2016); "Associations between adolescent cannabis use and neuropsychological decline: a longitudinal co-twin control study", https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1111/add.13946 (06/2017); [...].

"Medizinalhanf – Keine Veränderungen der Kognition feststellbar", https://www.hanf-magazin.com/wissenschaft/studien/medizinalhanf-keine-veraenderungen-der-kognition-feststellbar/ [Bezug auf: Fahrtauglichkeit, Kraftfahrzeug, KFZ, Straßenverkehr, Verkehr] - (08.12.2023); "Study: Patients Fail to Exhibit Changes in Neurocognitive Performance Following Cannabis Use", https://norml.org/news/2023/11/30/study-patients-fail-to-exhibit-changes-in-neurocognitive-performance-following-cannabis-use/ (11/2023), "A Semi-Naturalistic, Open-Label Trial Examining the Effect of Prescribed Medical Cannabis on Neurocognitive Performance", https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/37945917/ (11/2023).

"Zwillingsstudie zeigt geringe Auswirkungen von Cannabiskonsum auf mentale Gesundheit", https://www.hanf-magazin.com/wissenschaft/studien/zwillingsstudie-zeigt-geringe-auswirkungen-von-cannabiskonsum-auf-mentale-gesundheit/ (27.01.2024); "Limited psychological and social effects of lifetime cannabis use frequency: Evidence from a 30-year community study of 4,078 twins.", https://psycnet.apa.org/record/2024-40025-005 (01/2024); "Twin Study: Lifetime Cannabis Exposure Not Linked To Significant Changes In Mental Health Or Other Psychosocial Outcomes", https://norml.org/news/2024/01/11/twin-study-lifetime-cannabis-exposure-not-linked-to-significant-changes-in-mental-health-or-other-psychosocial-outcomes/ (11.01.2024).

Topic: Cannabis “How it works” (Subjective effects): https://psychonautwiki.org/wiki/Cannabis#Subjective_effects.

Erstellt am: 24.04.2023, Bearbeitet: 29.01.2024.

Schlagworte: “Kiffen macht dumm”; "Kiffen macht gleichgültig"; Stigmata, Stigmatisierung (Brandmarkung), Diskriminierung; Blöd, Blöde, Blödheit, Verblödung, Verdummung, Verdummen, Dummheit, Doof, Doofheit; Intelligenz, Intellekt, Verstand; Denken; Kognition, kognitive Dissonanz; geistige Aktivität, Denkprozess; Informationsverarbeitung; Aufmerksamkeit, Erinnerung; Wahrnehmung; Psyche, Psychologie, Hirn, Gehirn, geistige Konzentration, Beeinträchtigung; Chancengleichheit.

#Drogen #Rauschmittel #Mythologie #Mythen #Mythos #Scheinargumente #Trugschlüsse #Unwahrheiten #Lügen #Missverständnisse #Cannabis #Wirkung #Gehirn #Gesundheit #Schädlichkeit #Würdigung #Stigmatisierung #Stigmata #brandmarkung

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[rotten-dragon]

anyways these are my vampire oc’s I had when I was twelve!! they're all hella weird, and are best friends!! 

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[nashibirne]

Against all odds- 2.16

I have not updated the story in a while. There was not much feedback on the last chapters (thanks a lot to the few people who commented, repostet or liked anyway! I really appreciate this!) and I wasn’t sure if it makes sense to post new chapters...

But I’m going to post them anyway. They’re written and there are a few people who like the story...so here we go.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x ofc Summary: Anna and Henry go on with their relationship and face some problems Warnings: NO BETA! So maybe...bad english

Tags: @hell1129-blog @willkatfanfromasia @mis-lil-red

Previous Parts:

2.1 2.2 2.3 2.4 2.5 2.6 2.7 2.8 2.9  2.10 2.11/2.12 2.13  2.14

The morning was beautiful, the sun shining bright, the clear blue sky only dotted with a few small clouds, looking like fluffy cotton balls. Anna and Henry were walking the dogs like they used to do, but holding hands now. They were still on cloud nine and so was anyone around them.

Anna's uncles were genuinely happy for them, welcoming Henry to the family so warm-heartedly that all his worries that George would consider him not appropriate for his niece were gone. Milton Arnold, Viscount Brankhurst in person, got his phone number from Anna and called him to congratulate him on the good catch he had made with her. Of course he didn't forget to mention that he would come all the way from Yorkshire to beat the shit out of Henry if he would ever hurt his little angel. He met her twin brother Jonas and his wife Julia via Skype and they made it easy for him to feel sincerely accepted from the very first moment. He got along with them right away and especially Jonas and him had a lot in common -turned out he was a pc nerd too- so that they soon started to exchange about games and pc building regularly.

Lestat however remained a silent shadow, refusing to comment on or communicate with Anna's new boyfriend, never attending their Skype sessions with Jo and Jules.

Henry's family was enormously pleased to hear about his new girlfriend too. Neither his parents nor his brothers were surprised when he told them the news. "Finally" his mother said. "I knew you are helplessly in love with this woman."

"How's that?" Henry wanted to know.

"Darling, the last time you visited us you were talking about her non-stop. "For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of" his mother quoted Saint Luke's gospel. "And the way you talked about her was so warm, loving and caring. It was self-explanatory." she added.

"Was I really that obvious?"

"Yes, even your father got it right away and your brothers kept making fun of you behind your back but you didn't notice because you were too busy checking your smartphone to make sure you wouldn't miss any text from her." Her warm laughter made him smile. "Like a teenager in love. I've never seen you like this before, Henry. We're all very very happy for you." she added. "And of course we're looking forward to meeting Anna as soon as possible."

Henry told Anna about this conversation, carefully putting out some feelers about her opinion on meeting his parents.

"So what do you think, babe?"

"About what?"

"About meeting my parents when they come here for the Macbeth premiere. Are you even listening to me?"

"I'm sorry. That sounds great."

"Are you all right, princess?" he asked, sounding worried.

"Yes. Sure. I'm fine." Anna gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Babe, don't do this to me. You seem off today, completely lost in thought, so don't tell me you're fine when you're obviously not."

Henry stopped in his tracks.

"What's going on in your beautiful head?"

Anna looked at him, a sad smile on her lips.

"It's just.... today's the anniversary of the car accident...of our parent's death. It just feels strange to be alone on this day."

"I'm sorry, Babe." Henry kissed her gently, hugging her tightly then. "But you are not alone." he whispered in her ear.

"I know, Darling." Anna mumbled into his neck. "I know you're there for me. That's not what I meant."

Anna took his hand, walking on.

"I'm just not used to spending this day without Jonas and...the rest of the bunch." she explained.

"Rest of the bunch meaning Lestat, I guess. You don't have to avoid mentioning him. It's okay."

Anna looked at him sheepishly. "Well, Jonas called me before our walk. It was good to hear his voice. We're going to skype tonight, doing our little anniversary rituals online."

"What kind of rituals?"

"Nothing special. We read out the bedtime stories they used to tell us to each other and we play some of their favorite pieces of music on the piano. And we just chat about them a little, keeping the memories alive."

Her voice was trembling now, her eyes glistening.

"I'm sorry, this is silly. It's been 24 years and I still can't get my act together." Anna wiped her eyes trying to smile.

Henry felt helpless, searching for the right words to make her feel better.

"Anna, you're not being silly, its..."

The ringing of her phone interrupted Henry's desperate attempt to say something useful.

"It's Lestat."

"You should answer." Henry gave her an encouraging smile.

Anna pressed the green button to take the call. She stayed right beside him making him overhear their conversation. It wasn't in english of course but Henry could tell what was going on anyway by the look on Anna's face and his smattering of german.

"Hey."

"Guten Morgen. Wie geht's dir?"

"Ganz gut so weit. Ich habe heute früh schon mit Jonas telefoniert."

Anna's smile was cracked.

"Ich weiß. Das ist gut. Ich wollte dir auch nur sagen, dass ich an dich denke. Ich war auf dem Friedhof und habe die Rosen auf's Grab gelegt. Ich habe auch das Gedicht gesprochen."

Henry didn't really get that part. Something about roses and a poem.

"Du weißt sie fehlen mir auch, oder? Sie waren wie zweite Eltern für mich... Und ich weiß wie schwer der Tag für dich ist. Ich wäre heute wirklich gerne bei dir." Lestat's voice was soft and full of sadness.

"Ich weiß." Anna was obviously moved by her ex's words, pressing her lips together to hold back tears.

"Danke, Lestat." Her voice was thick now, her eyes swimming.

"Du hältst den Kopf oben, okay? Heute Abend skpen wir und weinen alle zusammen und dann geht es uns besser."

Henry hated his familiar tone and the naturalness of his words. They were proof of the deep connection between this man, who still was a mystery to him, and his girlfriend. Lestat didn't struggle with finding the right things to say and he wasn't nearly finished.

"Ich vermisse dich, cherie."

Henry's german was good enough to get that. This prick had just told her that he missed her, using a sweet french pet name. He felt his whole body tighten with anger and jealousy.

"Lestat...lass es." Anna's tone was tense now.

"Sorry. Aber du weißt es stimmt. Du fehlst mir. Mehr als du ahnst. Es hat sich nichts geändert. Ich liebe dich."

Henry was about to freak out now. He knew exactly what "ich liebe dich" meant. Anna told him she loved him in her mother tongue often. He briefly considered to grab her phone and tell this asshole to fuck off and leave his woman alone but he knew he had no right to do so.

"Hör auf mit dem Scheiß, Lestat. Danke für den Anruf aber ich lege jetzt auf." It seemed Anna was just as pissed as Henry.

"Es tut mir leid, Anna."

"Mach's gut Lestat."

She touched the red button ending the call stuffing the phone in her pocket.

She looked flushed and angry when she turned around taking him by the hands.

"I'm sorry, Darling."

"It's not your fault." Henry tucked one of her curls behind her ear, a tender smile on his lips. "Lestat is the problem. He's just told you he loves you."

"Yes and that's so typically him. Doing something genuinely nice like putting roses on our parent's grave and reading the poem we recite there every year and then he ruins everything by talking bullshit."

"Bullshit? You don't think he still loves you?"

"I think Lestat first and foremost loves himself. And he hates the thought that I love you now. That's why he tries to interfere with shit like that."

"It's up to us not to let him interfere."

"I know. It just makes me angry. I thought we were through with this. But I guess being replaced by a man like you makes him feel inferior and this is something he absolutely can't stand."

"A man like me?" Henry raised one eyebrow.

"Well...you know. More successful than him, more popular, more interesting, richer, hotter...."

"Hotter, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean...sexiest man alive...he can't keep up with that." she grinned.

"I haven't been 'Sexiest man alive' yet." Henry smirked.

"To me you are." Anna kissed him. "I love you, Cavill. Never doubt that, okay?"

"Why would I doubt it?"

"I don't know. I just have a feeling that Lestat isn't done yet. One day you're going to meet him and then...." she shrugged not finishing what she was about to say.

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Hope you liked this part! And I hope including some german worked...

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The Heir of Silberstein; das verzauberte Schulleben (ch.2)

“the enchanted School life”

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: As a new school year approaches in Hogwarts, the students are surprised when Dumbledore introduces a group of German siblings joining the school. The royal family of fortress Silberstein is now sent to Hogwarts to learn the matters of a normal teenager life. …

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“Potion´s class will be the death of me!” Hermione exclaimed loudly as you came back from the first day filled with lessons. Professor Snape had very clearly explained, that the class would neither be easy nor a place for mischief. You patted her shoulder, a look of sympathy on your face.

“You´ll clearly going to ace every class”, she then sighed and you starred at her with confusion.

Yes, you had known most of the subject matter the teachers announced for the school year.

You had also required 10 points for Gryffindor, Seamus Finnigan had tried to ask you out, as well as a student from Slytherin and you had given Draco a harsh comeback, which landed a following applause by several students. However, many classmates still seemed a little intimidated by your presence. You were able to disarm the teacher in defense against the dark arts, which was impressing and they had starred at you with bewildered expressions. All in all; a pretty good first day. Almost perfect. Almost.

“I don´t know, but you can find me in the library”, Hermione added and grabbed a few of her books and notes.

“I think I´ll catch some fresh air or explore the school a little more”, you replied.

“The Gryffindor quidditch team has try out´s today and some practice, you should watch them! You´ve never even seen a game!”

You followed Hermione´s advice and made your way to the Quidditch pitch. Together with the history and traditions of Hogwarts, you had obviously learned about the sport as well. Yet, you were taken back by the sight of the pitch. The oval form measured five hundred feet long and a hundred and eighty feet wide, with a small central circle in diameter. At each end there were three hooped Goalposts of different heights. The pitch was surrounded by wooden towers with the house colors, seats for spectators. You found your place in the Gryffindor tower, next to a blonde girl with long hair and round, pink and blue colored glasses. She looked up when you sat down, eyes curiously inspecting you and then offered you a polite smile. “You´re the princess.”

You nodded slowly. “I´m Luna Lovegood, you´re here to watch the team, aren´t you?”

You agreed again and noticed her dreamy tone and her soft nature. “So am I, but watch out for the nargles.”

With anticipation you watched as the players flew across the pitch through the air. Harry and Ginny, captains as you found out, had an open position. You watched as several contestants gave their best in showing their skills. Fred and George, both playing as beaters, didn´t pay much attention to them however. Instead, they trained on their own and played back and forth. You admired their athletic spirit and skill, but realized that you wouldn´t be a Quidditch player. The brutality and the hectic timeframe was thrilling to watch, but nothing you wanted to participate in.

After the practice, you left the tower together with Luna.

“What are nargle?”

“They´re small creatures, mischievous thieves really, you have to be careful.”

A smile spread on your lips; you found a liking in the rather odd Luna Lovegood. From afar you watched how the Slytherin team, who´s time to practice had now come, approach. After them, contestants who wanted to try out for their team. August was one of them. You said goodbye to Luna and joined your brother in watching how the team held their meeting.

“You´re trying out?” It wasn´t a question, the broomstick in his hand said enough. “I thought you didn´t even want to talk to them.” August huffed and rolled his eyes. He knew well what you were doing, lurkinh him into resistance and talking.

“If we have to go to school here, I can at least enjoy a little activity, oder nicht?”

A chuckle escaped your lips and softly you bumped against his shoulder. “I´m messing with you.”

“Hast du mit Ruth geredet?“ (Have you talked to Ruth?) It surprised you, that he was the first one to start the topic, but you shook your head ever so slightly.

“Sie werden es herausfinden, früher oder später.“, you replied instead. (They will find out eventually.)

You knew the fact, that even August worried, was enough to let you quiver. You avoided eye contact as did he, both staring ahead, avoiding to even glance at each other. 

“Es wird sein soziales Todesurteil, die Schüler sind ja schon mit uns als Prinzen und Prinzessinnen überfordert. Ein König? Das ist zu viel für sie.” (It´s going to be his social death sentence. The students are already overwhelmed with us as princes and princesses. A king? It´s too much for them.)

“Noch ist er nicht König, außerdem sind es ein paar Monate bis Hendrik achtzehn wird. Vater ist noch am Leben,” (He´s not king yet, anyways there a couple of months left before Hendrik turns eighteen. Father is still alive.) You answered and a bitter taste spread in your mouth as the words left your lips. Your voice fell flat and monotone and you bit your lip.

“Ja noch ist er es, aber für wie lange?“ (Yes, he still is, but for how long?)

August added just as uninflected, before joining the Quidditch team and leaving you standing alone. You knew he wasn´t wrong, but saying those words out loud always sounded harsher than expected. For a couple more seconds, you watched your younger brother before he took off on his broom.

Fred and George Weasley came to your side, you caught a glance of their red hair before they even arrived. They sensed your inner turmoil and decided to try to take off your mind.

“Impressed, princess?” You huffed, shaking your head. Previos worries left your face and you gladly accepted the switch of topic.

“I´ll wait until your first game of the year, then we can see how much you can actually impress me.” The twins shrugged while nodding, it was a fair proposal to them.

The three of you, followed by Harry and Ginny made your way back to the castle, while casually chatting. “How was your first day? Classes are going fine by what I heard?” Fred asked you curiously. You raised your eyebrow at him. “What exactly did you hear?”

George, walking to you left, snickered. “Oh, just the typical rumors when it comes to your royal family.” “And that would be?”

“Courageously smart and intelligent”, George started

“Eagerness to dress and impress”, Fred continued, while his eyes glided your body down and up. His brother well noted, how Fred blushed as the words left his mouth. For now, he wouldn´t mention it though.

“And being able to enchant everybody in their presence”, George added instead and threw his hand dramatically into the air. 

“Be careful, Y/n, they´re always up to something”; Ginny exclaimed from the back before she and Harry passed the three of you. You laughed. “I can tell, but thanks for the warning!”

You found yourself in the backyard, due to the late summerly warmth, many students still remained outside. The twins took off their Quidditch uniform, leaving them both in tank tops. The summer had done good to them and they had both gained muscle; especially in their arms. A seat beneath a tree at the side was perfect to watch the entire scene and soon after, the two Weasley´s joined you again. They awaited, but you continued to simple watch. A fairly dull activity, at a first glance.

“It´s seems boring, but there is always something going on, isn´t it?” Fred asked, his head tilting your way. You nodded agreeing. “It´s new, at least to me.”

Hendrik entered the yard with another Ravenclaw. “Ah, Cedric Diggory, prefect of the Ravenclaws”, George explained. Cedric as well as Hendrik´s eyes found yours. Cedric offered a polite smile, which you returned. But Hendrik´s were asking. Asking for anything out of the ordinary, you shook your head. The twins seemed to notice, how the two of you reacted to each other. “You and your brother get each other, don´t you?”

“We´re a family, we hold together, no matter how hard things seem”, you sighed but shook your head, pushing away the reluctant feeling.

“Hendrik is brilliant, he created his first spell at 14 years, his currently writing his first book as well. He´s the smart one, the oldest and always looking out for us.” You paused, eyeing Hendrik from across the yard. His dark hair was sleek back as always, his sharp jawline and his stern eyes. He had a mature charisma and you were sure, that many female students would swoon over his presence.

“It´s not like he had a choice, he´s the oldest, first to the throne. From his birth on, all the pressure laid on his shoulders.”

“Sounds hard.”

“There are days where it´s harder than on others.” You glanced back, through the stone arch´s to the Quidditch pitch. From afar you could make out little green figures racing through the air, among them August.

“August is the rebel of the family, stubborn and cunning. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. He´s selective when it comes to being loyal, family comes always first.”

Your eyes, as well as the Twins’, continued to wander to Ruth, her locks framing her round face and a smile spread on her rosy lips. She was seated on a blanket in the green grass, laughing as a pair of second-class students showed her a new game with cards.

“Ruth, is the sweetest angel. She´s kind to all people and animals. She´s the one keeping us together, when all ties tear. She´s the one who grew up the most protected. Hendrik and me, were trained the hardest. She doesn´t know, how it feels to have all eyes on yourself, luckily. She´s able to be just a child in a way Hendrik never could.”

Fred and George starred at you, waiting. The school life of Hogwarts was new to you, but for them everything about the royal activity was unaccustomed. “What about you?”

You chuckled nervously. “Me?”

“I´m the daring one, the one who questions right and wrong. The wild spirit of the family, at least it´s what I´m told.” “A truly magical family, isn´t it?” George smiled warmly. Maybe the Silberstein siblings weren´t so different from the Weasley´s after all.

“And all of you were trained?”, Fred then questioned further. They were intrigued by you.

“To be what exact?” George added and you smirked. “Our subjects varied from the ones at Hogwarts; Mondays started with history, for both muggles and wizards. Then in the afternoon, riding lessons and nature studies.”

“Riding? Broomsticks?”, George asked confused.

“Oh no, Silberstein has its name from their traditional breeding of Pegasus´.”

“Pegasus? As in horse with wings?” You nodded proudly, remembering Hagrid´s admiring stare at your arrival with the carriage. “The German word silber is English for silver, as in the silver horse skin and mane. The stables are the argentum turris, Latin for silver towers. It´s where they live and the only way to enter them, is by flying to them.” 

A short pause formed, while you remembered the silky fur and the liberating and enchanting feeling, when flying through the clouds on their backs. Clearing your throat, you proceeded.

“Then on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturday mornings, martial arts. Everything from hand to hand combat, sword fighting, archery and of course, defense with the wands. Each of us is trained for battles with all scenarios, not only magical.”

Saturday mornings, were amazingly special to the four of you, because your trainer and teachers often awoke you with a new battle idea in mind. You wore focused on working together as a unit, not working on your individual techniques.

“And then of course more basic subjects, Potions and Herbology, astrology, the formal etiquette for royal descendants.”

“For Merlin´s Sake, you´re unbelievable”, Fred breathed and his brother nodded hefty.

“It might be normal for you, but to us?” George continued. “Unbelievable.” They both finished the sentence. A blush crept on your cheeks. Before Hogwarts, you had never given it much thought, but especially after arriving, you began to realize how special your life had been. Against many obstacles and challenges, you were grateful for the opportunity’s others would never have. It was hard and no one would ever argue with it, but you would choose this life over any other every day. Grateful.

It was this exact moment, where you decided that Silberstein was going to be a school. A good and fair school, that you would fight for.

 A few weeks passed in the mean-time. You had actually begun to write down notes about potential strategies about teaching and a curriculum. Hendrik noticed how you began brewing your ideas, but he knew you would come to him, if you were ready to discuss them.

“Miss Silberstein, Professor Dumbledore has requested a meeting with you and your siblings”, McGonagal held you back after finishing her lesson. Hermione, a few steps ahead of you, waited worriedly. You nodded and followed McGonagal out of the classroom.

It was Friday, prior to the second Quidditch Game of the season. The week before, Gryffindor against Hufflepuff started with a strong game. The Weasley twins used their chance to show off the abilities, successfully. Hendrik, actually started playing as a seeker for Ravenclaw, while August was positioned as a chaser for Slytherin. As so often when it came to your brothers, they battled in agony about almost everything. August loved it to contest and Hendrik loved it to prove somebody wrong. A bad combination really.

“Go ahead, ´Mione”, you shrugged to your friend. “I got something to get done.”

McGonagal led you to Dumbledore´s office through the entrance of the gargoyle statue. She gave you a last nod of reassurance, before leaving you alone. Hendrik, August and even Ruth awaited you in the headmaster’s office. Worries rose in you and immediately, you searched Hendrik´s eyes for signs. He shrugged. None of you knew why you were called in today.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk; hands crossed on the table. The room was filled with shelves, books, potions and other artifacts. You were sure, that if given enough time, you would find out many interesting things. But sadly, the office laid unable for you to enter at your own sweet will.

“Please sit, make yourself comfortable.”

As much as he tried to sound calm, it didn´t convince you. You braced yourself for the worst.

“A letter from your father´s consultant, Albrecht came to me.”

You saw Hendrik´s hands cramping and his jaw tensing. Ruth, who sat next to you, lurked up to you, but you didn´t have the strength to look back.

“He and your father enquired about your process in learning, as well in finding yourself in the school life.”

Hendrik relaxed and you could finally give Ruth a small smile. “He also requested me to give the four of you a separate letter, which I will give you in just a second.”

Dumbledore leaned back, making eye contact with each of you before continuing.

“I know that even though your stay at Hogwarts is unusual, it is even more concerning as to why this stay had to be so sudden. Like everybody else, you have my full sympathy about your father´s health condition But I want you to know, that if you need anything else, you can always come to me. I´m sure that being a royal descendant is hard enough on it´s own and I can openly admit, I´m fairly new to many aspects. But I know a lot about schools and teaching, this”, he pulled out a book from his desk. You eagerly reached forward to take it first.

“Its a very rare volume about Hogwarts throughout the history. I´m sure you will treasure it, as well as I did in my first years as a teacher.”

Thanking, you nodded at Dumbledore. The book was in raveled in a dark blue fur like coat and the font was golden. Then he handed over the letter, which Hendrik took.

You had barely left the office, before he ripped it open and the four of you gathered closely around. His voice was quiet, but a clear flutter was heard.

“Dear beloved princes and princesses.

I hate to pass the message, that your father´s condition is not improving. The healers watch him with every second, but there have been no results yet.

I´m continuing to follow your father´s instruction to represent him and the royalty of Silberstein, as a Consultant and for the time being, leader.

I hope your stay at Hogwarts is as pleasant as the time allows.

Sincerely, Albrecht.”

A bitter taste spread in your mouth, when Hendrik read the letter out loud.

“We shouldn´t trust him”, August pressed out between his pursed lips. Hendrik rolled his eyes at him, a little too dramatic and hasty for your taste. 

“Don´t be stupid, he has been a consultant for longer than any of us lived.” Hendrik used his ´adult´-voice and there were times, where his mature exterior worked, but for August, it was another reason to tense his jaw. He didn´t like to be treated as a child. Neither did you.

“So, you agree with him on the throne?”

Hendrik fell silent, his eyes leaving your group and his hand brushing his hair back.

Albrecht was never particularly fond of you, which was mostly mutual. In his eyes, not only you but also August and Ruth were nothing, but naïve children. He tolerated you, because he didn´t have an option. Hendrik was the only one to be out of sorts with him, which didn´t equal in actually liking him. You were sure that Albrecht didn´t like children in general. He was strict, obsolete bound to the idea of a royal regime, that represented a strong sway. Admitting that Silberstein was the most logic solution to the school problem in Germany, wasn´t comprehensible to him.

Whether he liked it, or not, ALbrecht was compelled to the crown. But as long as he was in your father´s seat, he was in the position to not only to issue orders, but change any established decisions.

From the moment it was announced, that you would leave for Hogwarts, August noted it more than once; He hated the idea of leaving behind your father, as well as the realm and the fortress. Both Hendrik and you, had brushed his sorrows away.

August scoffed angrily, after Hendrik´s attempt to placate him and he left the group with quick steps. Hendrik did as well, making his way to the Ravenclaw tower. From outside he seemed calmer than his younger brother, but he was livid as well. A breeze of wind meandered through the hallway; a storm was coming.

And deep down, you were left with an unpleasant gut instinct about Albrecht.

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tags: @ britishspidey @ perfectlysane24  @ acoolnight

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #weasley twins #harry potter imagine #mariamermaidimagine

[enjouyer]

Theory time (this is all speculation I don't even have much proof for it please don't take it seriously)!

I think the Abyss Order is actually doing Celestia's work hear me out:

The Abyss Order is fighting to rebel against Celestia and get revenge for the destruction of Khanri'ah and stuff like that right? Right now they are actually rebelling against the archons. That makes sense right? Since the archons are still gods and are probably also responsable for the cataclysm.

But the archons that we know so far don't really work for Celestia anymore: Zhongli and Venti both retired and let their people rule themselves, Ei was just trying to keep her country safe by doing exactly what she thought Celestia wanted, while also keeping herself away from Celestia by giving away her Gnosis, and then she finally realises that the heavenly principles are bullcrap (as they should've let Yae Miko say lmao) because no matter how much she tried, she couldn't prevent change and progress so she gave her people their ambitions back, and the Tsaritsa is actively preparing to rebel against Celestia.

Despite having the same goal, the Abyss Order and the Fatui aren't working together and are not connected at all (Childe was connected to the Abyss by accident, it had nothing to do with the Fatui). Also it's unclear why Dainsleif, who doesn't like the Archons, doesn't work with the Abyss Order himself... it can't be just the usual "I dOn't LiKe tHeIr mEtHoDS" because the traveller's twin is still working with them.

So, what if the Abyss Order is just a plan by Celestia to take down the archons, who are the most powerful forces in Teyvat (aka the ones who can protect it), so then they can destroy it in oder to make a completely new world because this one refuses to follow their rules?

The Abyss Order, knowingly or not, would be doing Celestia's dirty work, while using the power of the traveller's twin (who obviously wouldn't know if the Abyss was Celestia's plan) because, as outworlders, the twins trascend the rules of Teyvat and will probably unlock incredible power.

I mean, Dainsleif also mentions a "war" in the story trailer, so what's more of a war than the apocalypse? I believe that the endgame villain will be either Celestia with the Abyss Order or just Celestia, maybe after the traveller convinced either the twin or the archons to switch sides and fight all together, definitely not the Fatui (I'm convinced that at the end the traveller will have to cooperate with the Fatui, despite them being, you know, kinda evil, since I guess in the situation theorized here Celestia is more evil).

#genshin impact #genshin theory

[multishipperlove]

Perc’ahlia Catfish AU

Vex and Percy meet online and immediately hit it off well. They start chatting more frequently, a loose friendship quickly turning into more as they spend hours everyday texting each other, even talking on the phone now and then. 

But there are a few things that make Vex suspicious. 

He rarely sends any photos of himself, and if he does his face is often half hidden or turned away from the camera completely. They have never video chatted either, and the few times they wanted to meet up in person he always claimed that something got in the way last second. 

And one other thing. She only knows his first name. For the first few weeks he was hiding behind the online pseud Orthax, and it took her a while to coax the name ‘Percy’ out of him. 

Vax, quickly growing fed up with his sister’s pining, and also completely convinced that the guy is a lying asshole who’s playing with her, finally convinces her to do some research on her own. 

They start with a reverse picture search, getting nothing at first. Only one picture gets a result, and it leads them to the insta account of a certain Whitney de Rolo. 

It’s a shot of Percy from behind, but he’s looking over his shoulder at the person behind the camera, a tired smile on his face. Underneath, the caption reads “Not gonna miss the wedding. On my way with big brother #2.” The tags are what catch their attention though.

#deRoloChildren #royalwedding #JuliusWe’reCommingForYou 

Another quick search reveals that the guy in the picture is Percival de Rolo, third in line for the throne of Whitestone, memeber of a royal family they have barely heard of. 

Vex is crushed, and Vax for once doesn’t feel like rubbing in that he was right. They’re both sure, there’s no way this is actually the guy she has been talking to for the last few months. 

So Vax does the only thing he can as a big brother. He tells her to forget about the guy, lines up a few of her favorite movies, and they spend the rest of the evening eating more pizza and ice cream than two people should be capable off. 

Vex is still pretty down for the next few days, but tries to follow her brother’s advice and just stops replying to ‘Percy’ alltogether. It’s quiet on his side for a while as well, which only upsets her even more, but after four days he finally writes her again, asking if everything’s alright. 

She tells him that no, nothing is alright, and confronts him with the picture they found. Because really, stealing pictures and presenting them as his own would have been bad enough, but from a royal family? How stupid does he think she is?

It takes more than an hour for Orthax to respond again after that. All he writes is “I’m sorry you found out like this, I think we need to talk. Let’s meet up. I will be there this time, promise.” 

At first she wants to tell him that he can fuck off. But then again, she’s angry enough to want answers, and if this is the only way to get them so be it. She does insist on a public space though, and tells him she’ll bring her brother along. If she’s going to meet up with a lying creep from the internet, she’s going to do it safely at least. 

To her surprise, he doesn’t object to either, only insists on picking out the spot where they will meet up. It ends up being some terribly expensive establishment in the Cloudtop District, and she starts to question the whole thing again, but he promises her that the reservation will be under his name and she’s got nothing to lose. 

So despite her better judgement, and despite her brother’s complaining, a week later they’re both there, wondering how much of the cuttlery they would have to swipe to cover their rent for a month. Probably not a lot. 

There’s even a god forsaken reception desk, and when they ask for a reservation under the name ‘Percival’ they are lead to a table without a question. Menu cards and drinks are provided, and then they’re left alone again. 

They sit there for a while, trying not to call too much attention to themselves and Vax trying to ease his sister’s nervousness with stupid jokes, when Vex gets a message from ‘Percy’. “So sorry I won’t make it in time, give me twenty minutes and order anything you want.” 

She shares the message with Vax, and they both shake their heads over it. They stay though, on her insistence. Twenty minutes and nothing more, she tells him, and they don’t oder anything in fear of being stuck with a bill. Hell, Vax is already planning an escape route for when the prick doesn’t show up and they need to avoid the waiters while sneaking out. Surely a place like this doesn’t just let you leave without dropping some serious money. 

Half an hour later they’re still alone, and Vex is trying very hard not to cry in public. She’s mad at the guy, whoever he is, who’s been stringign her along for months. But even more than that, she’s angry at herself, for being so god damn stupid and falling for it. 

Vax finally convinces her to leave, that giving the guy a chance to talk was way more than she ever had to do and she doesn’t owe him anything. Especially not her time, not like this. He takes her hand, tugs her to her feet, and they’re on their way out when...

they’re pretty much run over by two other people in the entrance hall. All four of them go down, and by the time the twins are back on their feet, along with one of the strangers, the white haired guy is still on the ground rubbing his head. And sure, she’s only seen him on pictures, which were either taken at official events or hiding his face, but Vex is absolutely sure that this man, who just ran into them, is Lord de Rolo. 

The other person, a half even woman with long red hair, helps him to his feet again, while the twins can do nothing but stare. 

Vax is the first to find his voice again, stammering out an apology as he takes another step towards the door. He tugs on Vex’ arm, trying to get her to move as well, but she’s not budging. 

And as the other woman is finally done fussing over the prince of Withestone and he can get a clear look at her, his pained face breaks into a wide smile.

“Oh, what a blessing. I think I was looking for you, Vex’ahlia.”

#critical role #cr1 #vex'ahlia #percy de rolo #perc'ahlia #vax'ildan #writing #fanfiction #critical role fanfiction #keyleth #is anyone going to write me a 50k fic #I'm bad at multi chapter #but also #can you tell I've been binge watching a certain mtv reality show? #it's bad #mine #long post

[headoverhiddles]

Grotesk Burlesk - Hans Landa x Marilyn Manson [Smut]

Synopsis: Colonel Landa finds himself a fish out of water as a patron at a racy club in Berlin, but his affections are stolen by a tall, dark and mysterious performer who is more than meets the eye. This fic is also available on ao3!

Notes: Special thanks to @ninavantastisch​ for saving me with the German translation! 

This is the song performed in this fic, and this is the style in which it is performed. Give it a watch/listen before you read. Also, warning for mild period-typical homophobia and accidental misgendering! 

Tagging: @blueinkblot​ @daughterofdesire​ @wingsy-keeper-of-songs​ (and @skin-slave​ you might like this!) 

Everything had been getting on Landa's nerves. The job, his subordinates making even the slightest mistake. He was on edge, moody, and short-- this is how he came to visit Das Haus des Gold during his time off, a nightclub not typically frequented by those of his social standing.  

"Schöner Laden," (Lovely place) Lt. Schmidt observed, as his fellow lieutenant grinned widely at a passing waitress dressed in a black corset.

"Ein bisschen klein aber in Ordnung," (A little small, but alright) Captain Von Wolff nodded, narrowing his eyes, and turned to Hans. "Wenn es Ihnen nicht zusagt, Oberst dann können wir auch woanders hingehen." (If this does not please you, colonel, we can find another place.)

“Ich denke es ist schon in Ordnung,” (I think it is alright) Lt. Orlock said, still watching the young lady in black, and earned a quick smack to the back of the head from Von Wolff.

Hans thought about this. It was obviously not an establishment he would have picked out. It was filled with dada-esque low art, which would normally disgust him. Still. Was this such a bad thing? Art is to be appreciated in any form, and Landa knew that better than any in his company, being a man of culture himself. Furthermore, it was to be expected of every member of the army that they, in their recreation, find something on the side to amuse them, keep them in good spirits. But Hans, he could hardly bear the idea of getting too chummy with his fellow officers in a place like this. He was an authority figure to be feared, not "one of the men".

That really wasn’t any reason to turn down a nice night on the town, however. It was better than another night of interrogation of those dim-witted enough to believe they could outsmart him.

Von Wolff took Landa's silence as apprehension, and began to back them away to the door. "Ich hätte Schmidt nicht die Planung, für diesen Abend, überlassen sollen…" (I shouldn't have let Schmidt plan this night...)

"Nein," Hans put up a hand with a small smile, "Nein. Es ist ein schönes Établissement." (No, no. It is a fine establishment.)

“Aber, Colonel Landa—”

“Das klingt schrecklich nach einem Kapitän, der die Entscheidung seines Vorgesetzten in Frage stellt. Oder bin ich nur empfindlich?” (This sounds an awful lot like a captain questioning his superior's decision. Or am I just sensitive?)

“…Nein, Herr Colonel. Natürlich nicht.” (No, Colonel. Of course not.)

The three entered the nightclub, and were seated.

A young blonde lady in a small black dress came over. Landa could see her garter belt, and gave her a once over.

"Was kann ich Ihnen bringen?" (What can I get for you?)

"Nur ein schönes, kaltes Glass Milch für mich. Danke." Hans smiled warmly at her. (Just a nice cold glass of milk for me, thanks.) If she was at all confused over his order, she didn’t show it, as the rest of the men ordered tall beers. She departed to promptly to fill their orders.

"Die Damen hier sind reizend," Landa commented. (The women here are lovely.) Just then, the black curtains drew, and the lights dimmed. Two girls shimmied out onstage, bound together as Siamese twins by a stitched up straight jacket. Interesting visual display. They started to play piano, a dark, sexy melody, and a tall figure came out.

She was dressed in heels, long smooth legs running up to black pantyhose and a small black dress covering what could not be left to the imagination. She had a bowler hat down over her eyes, but her lips were luscious and deep red, contrasting against her vampirically pale skin. Strands of short black hair protruded from beneath the hat as she reached up with fingerless gloved hands to move the hat up. Long faux eyelashes were revealed, as they barely dusted the crystals that adorned her cheeks. She lifted her chin, and with a sultry little spin, began to sing.

"Well our monkeys have monkeys, we drive our death crushed diamond jaguar limousine... we're not fantastic mother-fuckers, but we play them on TV..."

Hans was lost in the sway of her hips, her deeper-than-most voice, and the provocative movements of her body. She came to the front of the stage, saluting while parting her long, slender legs. "It's a dirty word, 'Reich', say... what you like, it's a dirty word, 'Reich', say... what you like." She winked the officers' way with that line after noticing their uniforms, and launched into a chorus that was just as sexy.

"We're the low art gloominati, and we... aim to depress... the scab-aret sacrilegends, this is the golden age of grotesque..."

She got up on a platform of sorts, and began to grind her hips against the microphone stand, something that got a considerable rise out of the crowd.

"I got the jigger to make all you bigger, ladies und gentlemen... so drop your piss room bait and make sure you're not late you tramps and lunatics." She held up a finger gun to her forehead, and licked her red lips as she looked directly at Hans.

"Cause the trick... 'sgonna make you.... click."

Landa readjusted in his seat, hoping his men couldn’t see how affected by the performance he really was. This performer was absolutely beautiful. Oh, what those red lips could do around him. Where those slender fingers could touch. This was true art, no doubt in Landa's mind, not Goebbels' drivel propaganda he peddles to the Fuehrer for praise. Landa may be an officer, but he wasn’t blind. This singer could enthrall the entire country with a look alone.

"We sing la, la la la... la la la, we sing la la la la la." The dark haired beauty smirked, tipping that bowler hat back. "La, la la la... la la la, we sing la la la, la la..." She finished off her song with a little bow, and a kiss blown out to the audience. Landa toiled during her next number, a song she introduced as Doll Dagga Buzz Buzz Ziggety Zag. Watching her dance, he narrowed his eyes. There's something about that performer he couldn’t shake. Something different, something... secret. And make no mistake, there was no better man in the country at detecting secrets than Hans Landa. He sat, frozen in reverie as she went on to her third and final song, something about a mobscene.

"Sie ist unglaublich!” (She's incredible!) Schmidt whispered, “Tiefe Stimme, aber.... wunderschön.” (Low voice, but… beautiful.)

Hans wondered what it could be that he was picking up on with this singer. Usually he was better at figuring out what people are hiding. It could just be the fact that one of her eyes was white, while the other was dark… that could be throwing him off.

Interrupting his contemplation a few minutes later, the music picked up a little to a raunchy jazz number, as a curvy, radiant black haired beauty came strutting onstage in a glittery dress and top hat. She winked at the crowd as she shrugged off her feather boa to the music, and began to unzip her dress from behind.

"Was für eine Art von Club ist das hier, Schmidt?” (What kind of club is this, Schmidt?) Von Wolff demanded, though he was unable to take his eyes off the stage.

"Meine liebste Art!” (My favourite kind!) Orlock answered for him, clapping for the girl and laughing. Though this one was beautiful too, Landa simply could not get the mystery and allure of the last performer's eyes out of his mind. As the brunette began to strip, Hans excused himself from his officers, and slipped backstage. He searched around for a moment, then found who he was looking for. The captivating singer from the stage.

"Guten abend, schöne Fraulein."

"I don't speak German," the performer said, taking down one of the stockings on a long, pale leg, "My songs back there were in English, in case you didn't notice."

Hans adjusted his speech accordingly. "Your music still, is very much influenced by German culture, is it not?"

The singer began to lift up the little dress past their undergarments. "Yeah. You're right about that."

"So. An American out of his comfort zone."

And a man, so it would seem. So that's what they were hiding. Hans' gaze lingered for more than a few seconds.

"I wouldn't say I'm out of my comfort zone," the crossdresser tilted his head, "I've got you in the palm of my hand in a small dressing room, small enough for me to either suck your cock or stab you with my hairpin. If I stabbed you, I could go home a war hero." He reached down to unlace his g-string, then looked up, raising his shaved eyebrows. "Mind if I readjust my crotch?"

Hans smiled slightly at the man's blunt language, finding it refreshing. He held up a hand to show he did not mind, and steered the conversation back. "What is stopping you from using... what did you say? A hairpin, to murder me?" Hans smiled. He was rather enjoying this man already. The performer pursed his painted lips.

"I don't get involved in wars. I just do what I do best. Drink expensive absinthe, look pretty, and perform."

"You do certainly do the last two well, yes," Landa nodded, "Do you have any proof of the first point?"

Manson smirked, realizing what the man was asking. He reached behind his vanity, and pulled out a thin bottle. He took two glasses, pouring a bit in each.

“What is your name?”

“…Marilyn.”

“It’s a beautiful name. Is it your real one?”

“Nothing in this world is for real.” He pulled out some distilled water, and added that to both glasses, watching the liquid go a milky green. "Here. Sorry, no sugar spoons around."

"Oh, I prefer to drink milk, thank you."

"You went through all the effort of finding me backstage. Now you have to drink what I drink."

Landa reluctantly accepted the offer, mainly because he was a curious man by nature, but also because the man offering it to him was ridiculously good looking. "Hm. Very well. Do you mind at all if I smoke, to enjoy the drink with it?" Landa asked.

"Go ahead."

Landa lit up a German cigarette, offering one to Marilyn, who declined. Then Landa takes a sip, and marvels at how strong the drink is. Odd flavours dance across his taste buds, and he feels his head begin to swim almost immediately.

"It's different from being drunk," Marilyn commented, cutting through the haze as he took the generous sip of a seasoned drinker, "It's like you can lose your body, but not your mind."

"I see what you mean," Landa nodded, rubbing his chest, "Exquisite taste, however. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it."

Marilyn took another sip. "It's alright. You can say it tastes like herbal acid. It only tastes good when it's pretty much all you drink." He gestured to himself. Hans chuckled, set his drink aside, and carefully cleared some makeup off of a stool. "Eh, may I sit down?" The performer nodded, and stared for a second at the curiously benevolent officer.

"…You don't care that I'm a man, huh?"

Hans mulled this over. "I will not lie, it did surprise me. But then, why should I care?" he shrugged, straightening out his uniform, "You put on a beautiful performance, and you are a beautiful person. There is no reason to shy away from that fact."

"You liked the show?" Marilyn asked, not immune to a little praise.

"It was magnificent. You took my breath away." The man didn’t let the officer see his smile-- he turned away to finish taking down his other stocking.

"I only ask, cause... a lot of men like you see my show, get all hot and bothered, come back here like you did expecting a nice happy ending, then they blame me for seducing them when they find out I'm not the pretty little German woman of their dreams. Makeup only covers up so many black eyes, so I've started warning people before they, uh... bunch up my skirt."

His smile was joking, but his eyes conveyed a weariness only someone as sharp as Hans could detect.

"I'm not complaining, but… why do you continue to perform then?" the German asked softly. "Your performance is art, and so are you. You should be treated as such."

"Yeah, well contrary to popular belief, I don't perform to fuck people," Marilyn said, an undertone of sarcasm present, "I actually do enjoy the art of getting up onstage and putting on a show that'll get people talking. Make people think about how they respond to my art. Fucking attractive people is just a bonus." He undid his corset in front of the mirror.

"Here. Allow me to assist you," Landa said, and put out his cigarette before getting up. He was shorter than the performer, but their eyes still met in the mirror as Landa unlaced the contraption one whalebone hook by one, slowly, deliberately down his back. Shivers ran down Marilyn’s spine, the officer's gaze penetrating. Landa's finger grazed down Marilyn's back, down and up again to unlace the final hook.

A bubbly brunette strode in from the stage. She was the charming burlesque dancer who had gone on after Marilyn.

"You were fantastic," she said, leaning in. She was topless from her striptease—Hans admired the freedom of it all, a breath of fresh air from the stuffy officer’s life he led. It was like being in a whole different world, the exciting underbelly of the artist’s hideout. She and Marilyn shared a European kiss on both cheeks, and she tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He smiled.

"So were you, Dita."

"Gotta run, honey. I see you're indisposed, anyway." She shot off a wink, waving playfully at Hans, and hurried off to her own dressing room, breasts bouncing with every poised step.

"She is charming," Landa commented, shaking his head. "She is American too?" Manson looked back to him, suspicious of the question. He didn't give a fuck about himself, but when it came to the people close to him... Landa smirked. "I am not in the business of turning over American burlesque dancers to the Fuhrer. I am simply curious."

For whatever reason, Manson believed him.

"Dita and I came here to Berlin from Los Angeles to perform. We brought along a couple others to support our shows. We felt like we belonged here more than we did there, with all the uptight, patriotic isolationist nonsense in America." He changed the subject. "You wanna give me your name too, or is that breaching German military code?"

"Colonel Hans Landa, of the SS."

"Colonel," Marilyn nodded, "I'm impressed." He did not seem impressed. Landa gave him a look of amusement.

"Would you rather I be a general?"

Manson sighs, sucking in his cheekbones and powdering his face with a large fluffy powder puff. "I'd rather you be pulling my hair and shouting whatever the f word is in German repeatedly, but wishful thinking gets me nowhere. Especially not with some SS colonel who had the audacity to drop into my boudoir." Landa raised his eyebrows. Watching the performer's graceful limbs and trailing his gaze down to admire the black lace contrasting against Marilyn's backside, Landa started to work the night out in his mind, examining how this could look from all angles. In order to keep his credibility (and his reputation) he'd need to think up an elaborate story that would get the both of them to a spot safe to carry out any fantasies that begged to be indulged. He had to convince Marilyn of it too—he couldn’t risk any slip ups.

"I have the authority to go anywhere I like in this country," he said, smile still on his face but quickly contorting into something ominous, "I hope you know that, my pretty American." Marilyn hesitated, picking up on the sudden shift in the mood, but thought nothing of it as he continued to undress. "I must confess, I have not been entirely truthful with you tonight," Hans went on, folding his hands in his lap. Marilyn tucked his hair behind his ears, inspecting his reflection.

"No? You gonna tell me you're a woman?"

Despite himself, Landa chuckled. "That situation would make for a good stage play, would it not?" His smile slowly ebbed away, as he replaced it with a cold gaze of sinister intent. "Do you know what they call me?"

"I can't say that I do."

"They call me the Jew Hunter."

"I'm not Jewish."

"No. But you are American. An allied country, and an enemy of the state. What you have told me here tonight, and the simple fact of you being a crossdresser by profession, gives me the authority to take you and keep you in holding until your identity has been confirmed by the embassy of the United States of America." At this, Marilyn turned around sharply, dropping his red lipstick with a clatter. "Ah," Landa put up a hand, "There's nowhere for you to go but with me, unless you wish to be shot down like a dog in the street."

Marilyn tried to escape anyway, dodging past him in an attempt to warn the others. Landa however, was too fast. He grabbed the taller by the bicep, and dragged him in with strength unbefitting of a man of his physicality.

"If you run or make any noise at all, I will have the lovely Miss Von Teese kept here as not only a prisoner of war, but a comfort girl. How would she like to strip for the Fuhrer? Hm?"

Manson ripped his arm away as he realized there was no way out of this, snarling. "Fuckin' bastard."

Landa's mouth twitched up. "If you'll be a good boy and cooperate, we can do this the easy way, without a scene." He leaned in. "Remember. What is it you said on stage? Be obscene... not heard."

Marilyn resisted the urge to growl again, and let Landa lead him out from backstage. Dita was busy in her own area, and none of the other performers took his departure on a stranger’s arm as particularly out of the ordinary. Tim Sköld, a Swedish man Marilyn had met in America who had followed his company out here, watched after him lazily, grazing the arm of one of the Siamese twins who was currently staining kisses all over his face.

“There he goes again,” Tim murmured, and took one of her fingers into his mouth.

Landa approached his men again, who were now about three drinks in and having a good old time at the table.

"Ah, Landa!" Orlock laughed, red in his puffy face from too much schnapps, "Da sind Sie ja wieder! Sie haben es verpasst-- Schmidt, der verdammte Narr, hat die Bardame zum Wetttrinken herausgefordert. Hat gesagt, wenn sie verliert, dann zeigt sie ihm ihre großen Brüste! Natürlich hat er--” (Rejoined us at long last! You missed it-- Schmidt, the damned fool, challenged the pretty barmaid to a drinking contest, said if she lost, she'd have to show her big tits! Of course he--)

"Wer ist das, Landa?” (Who is this, Landa?) Von Wolff asked, cutting in with a stern glare.

"Don't you recognize our costumed friend?" Landa asked in English. Marilyn looked up with a sneer, and the other men noticed his lipstick, his clip on earrings, and the sultry shadowed eyes all three of them were unabashedly admiring an hour ago.

"Sie war ein Mann?!” (She was a man?!) Von Wolff growled, “Schmidt, du Narr! Du hast uns in einen entarteten Club gebracht!” (Schmidt, you fool! You brought us to a degenerate club!) Schmidt looked notably sheepish, which made Landa question why he hadn’t clued into the young lieutenant’s predilections sooner; no matter now. Lt. Orlock got up, fist at the ready. Marilyn for his part, didn’t shy away.

"Yeah? You wanna fight me, you pieces of shit?" he blurted, breaking free of Landa's grasp for a moment, "Come on. Come on! Why don’t you teach me what it's like to be a man?!" Landa put a stop to Marilyn's antagonistic behavior by grabbing his arm again, tighter this time.

"And the queer is American," Von Wolff mentioned in English, giving Marilyn the dirtiest look.

“That’s me, everyone’s favorite American slut,” Marilyn sighed. Orlock threatened to punch him again, so Marilyn spat in his face. This had the same effect as waving a red flag in front of a bull.

“Ah ah,” Von Wolff growled, holding Orlock back. “He will get what he deserves behind bars, Lieutenant. He is a person of interest, especially having broken the law in such a… repulsive, lewd manner.”

“I think it’s repulsive and lewd how you’re gonna jerk off later thinking of my ass,” Marilyn mouthed off, and Landa yanked his arm roughly in warning.

"No doubt he is of interest to us," Landa nodded slightly, "I could tell instantly the moment he stepped onstage."

"Bullshit," Marilyn snapped, and that finally earned him a hard slap across the face from Landa. The colonel kept his expression hard, but cringed a little inwardly. He didn't mean to hit the younger man that hard. Marilyn though, shut his mouth, the sting of the slap sending a wave of arousal through him. Perfect. Now he had an inappropriate erection to deal with in his lacy little panties, on top of being taken to see goddamn Adolf Hitler over a little drag performance. Let's go to Germany, Dita said. It'll be fun, she said.

“Und wieder einmal,” (Once again) Von Wolff said, bowing his head, “Ihr Talent Dinge zu erkennen sucht seinesgleichen, Herr Oberst Landa. Ich werde ihnen versichern dass in weniger als fünf Minuten ein Wagen bereit steht und sich um dieses Schwein kümmert.” (Your talents of detection are unmatched, Herr Colonel Landa. I will ensure an automobile for you in less than five minutes to take care of this swine.)

Landa nodded, and escorted Marilyn outside. He kept a firm grip on the performer's arm, and prompted him to get into the car first. Landa then closed the door, keeping his expression calm. They were driven to Landa's private residence in the automobile, the place where he conducted some of his higher profile interrogations.

On his side of the car, Marilyn was mentally kicking himself over being so goddamn naïve. Years of experience, and he still hadn’t learned that not every man or woman that throws a compliment or two his way and seems like the sweetest thing to walk the earth was trustworthy. Maybe he had had too many unrequited affairs—unrequited in the end, that is. He gave affection-starved a whole new meaning… but affection wasn’t all he wanted in this case. Being this close to the Colonel was warming him up... he recalled the gaze he met in the mirror, what was behind it. It was as if the Colonel had been undressing him with his eyes. Could that really have all been an act after all to lure him in? If so, this Landa guy was very good at what he did.

“So. You believe in your cause here?”

“I thought you didn’t like to get political.”

“Well I just figured, before you kill me, I wanna know that it means something to you.”

Landa looked out the window of the car. “I am a part of this organization by uniform only. I am an opportunist. Not a fascist slave.”

“Huh. You sound more like an American than I do.”

The decoration of the old mansion was ornate, beautiful, and Marilyn tried not to get too distracted by it all. At last, Landa followed him in and shut the front door, the two protected by the privacy of his own home. "You can rest easy. I am not holding you prisoner, or murdering you."

"Then why the fuck did you kidnap me?!" Marilyn demanded, rubbing his arm where Landa had had it in a death grip.

"Don’t be so dramatic. I did not kidnap you, I merely removed you from our primary location.  Do not forget, I still have jurisdiction in this region to select anyone whom I deem to be an enemy of the state in hiding, to question them and to kill them at my bidding."

Marilyn huffed. "You really want to kill me?"

"No. I do not want to kill you."

“Nah, you wanna fuck me first.”

“Will you learn to speak with better etiquette?”

“Just because I say fuck, doesn’t mean I don’t have better etiquette than you. You’re actually the first man I’ve met in a long time I can carry on an intelligent conversation with.”

Hans considers this. “Your intellect is prominent, I will admit.”

“The only difference between you and me is a little lipstick, and the fact that I say what I mean.” Marilyn strutted in to tug Hans’ tie. “I’d like to get my lipstick all over you, though.”

Hans tugged his tie loose, swallowing. “Red was never my colour.”

“It will be tonight.”

“Scheisse…”

Marilyn looked down and inspected his nails. "Anyway. I don't know why your friends were all so shocked to see I was a man," he muttered, "You military guys might wanna check the part of town they’re spending your evenings in next time you go out and decide to have a good time kidnapping performers for the glory of the state."

“Watch your tongue.”

“You watch my tongue, it’ll be all over your body in a second.”

Hans got pinker in the face. "I've told you, this is not kidnapping, and that was all a show that was necessary to move locations," he sighed, locking his door.

"You couldn't have just fucked me there, in my dressing room?"

"Of course not, it was an open dressing room, there was no door! I will not risk my reputation for that, good god."

"Awww... I'm not worth it?" Marilyn asked, and Landa clenched his jaw.

"Do not push your luck."

"I've already done that, Herr Colonel."

Landa was affected the name, and melted into the touch as Marilyn started to undo his pants, getting between his legs. The same fantasies from earlier swirled in Landa's head, imagining the taller man’s red lips closing around his cock. This fantasy would evidently come true. Marilyn dropped to his knees, and finally got him out of his pants. His false eyelashes blinked up, and he gave the head a kitten lick, before obscenely taking the whole thing to the back of his throat.

"Oh, meine liebe, you have a talent..."

"Keep talking."

He went back down on Hans, his tongue working magic on the Colonel. Hans admired him. "Look at how beautiful you are... you are gorgeous."

"If I run my mouth about it, I gotta have the goods to back it up." Marilyn grinned and hollowed out his cheeks, moaning a little and getting off on being used. “Slap me?”

“For what?”

“I like it. Like you did earlier, slap me in the face while you’re face fucking me.” Landa bit his lip, and Marilyn looked up, fire burning in those mismatched eyes. “Did I stutter? Now!” The slap was sharp, and echoed in the large house. Marilyn went even faster on Landa’s dick, his pale cheek immediately taking on the pink imprint of Landa’s hand. “Again.”

Another slap hit him, and Marilyn licked back to Landa’s balls, grazing his perineum and making the German hiss. After a second, he started to feel Landa throb, and popped off, standing up. Marilyn put a slender hand on his arm. He then leaned in, and connected their lips in a chaste kiss, gently working a little deeper until Landa's mouth was open and gasping. Marilyn pulled back, smirking down at him. "My lipstick looks good on you after all."

Landa ran his tongue along his bottom lip, and felt his cock throb. He didn’t want to ask it...

"What's on your mind?" Marilyn asked, voice soft and smooth as the green velvet cabriole he was lowering Hans onto. "Never slept with a man?"

"No," Landa said, "I have." They continued to kiss heatedly, and Marilyn wandered his hand down between the two, pressing on Landa's erection. When he snapped his hips down in a purely instinctual thrust, Landa dropped his head back, mouth falling open.

"You want me inside you," Marilyn realized, trailing his fingers down Landa's heaving chest. "Don't you? Hm? You wanna feel my big cock pounding your ass, don't you, you dirty motherfucker?"

"Ah, scheisse," Landa muttered again, and reached down to touch his aching erection. Marilyn slapped his hand away, and replaced it with his own.    

"Nuh uh. That’s all mine." Marilyn stood, smirking. “This what you want?” Hans lay back against the couch cushions, eyes hooded as Marilyn snapped the fabric of his panties against that porcelain skin. “You want this cock, pretty boy?” He teased his thinly veiled erection in Landa’s face, rubbing himself slowly through the black lace. Landa wanted to reach out and touch it, but Marilyn danced his hips away every time he did. “Is this what you want me to do to you…?” Marilyn turned, as if giving Landa his own private strip show, and slid two fingers between his asscheeks, moaning a little as he played with his entrance for a second. “You want me to play with your hole like this, Herr Colonel? You want me to---ohhh--- touch you like this, fuck you like this?”

Landa could barely breathe. The sound of the taller man’s voice alone did things to him that no other had before. Marilyn turned back around to lightly bump his cock against the German man’s face, grinding it so close to his lips, daring him to try and touch. When the performer was good and satisfied with how well he had trained Landa, he smugly relented, crawling back between his legs.

Landa watched the man on top of him, watched his long lashes blink, his crimson lips part to make way for his tongue to swipe. He really was beautiful.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Marilyn whispered against his skin as he leaned in again, echoing Landa's unspoken sentiments, "I'm gonna wreck this body so hard." Landa let out a strangled moan, and Marilyn looked around. "Please say you have something I can lube up with. I have two morals. One, never make music that confuses strippers like me, and two, never go into a guy dry—the blood is impossible to get out of lingerie."

"The oil is over there."

"Mm." He grabbed the oil, and started to gently prepare Landa, watching him writhe. "You finger yourself often, Colonel? You get the girls you bring back here to fuck you with their fingers? Big strap-ons? Do they go running their mouths all over the place, telling everyone how Hans Landa the cockslut likes taking it up the ass?"

Landa couldn’t respond... he could only clench his jaw. Marilyn jerked his cock a few times, and used the oil to cover himself generously. He then turned Landa over onto his stomach, giving his ass a good smack before sinking into him.

"Take this dick, Landa," Marilyn growled, "You're a powerful man out there. But in here you're my little bitch, aren't you?"

"Oh," Landa moaned. He was already approaching his orgasm, golden hair matted to his forehead and lips pink and stained.

"Close already? Huh? Imagine if you were fucking me. Hm? You'd leave me hard, wouldn't you? You'd just cum in my ass right now, wouldn’t you?"

"I- I can't..."

"Useless. You're fucking pathetic, you can't even last five minutes."

Landa gasped, trying to contain his moans. He never mentioned anything about humiliation being something he was aroused by in bed, but Marilyn was right—intuition is a part of being good at this, and Marilyn was good at this.

“I’m…” Landa couldn’t finish his sentence. He stifled his next groan in his arm, breath hitching.

"Nah ah. I want you to moan like every bit of the slut you are. COME ON, let me heat it! I want all of Germany to know it.” Marilyn’s voice rose until he was practically screaming himself hoarse, tugging Landa’s hair back roughly. “I want the whole fucking world to know it, goddamnit, let me hear you!"  

"Scheisse, scheisse, bitte!" Landa cried, feeling himself tip over the edge. With his brutal pace, the performer hit his prostate, and Hans finally came in Marilyn’s fist. Marilyn waited for him to finish, then pulled out, jerking off onto him with his fist a blur. Hans felt Marilyn's cum paint his back, and bit his fist. The performer then sat back on his heels, wiping his brow.

"All you military men have great asses."

Landa, regaining his usual confidence with his breath, scoffs at this. "And how would you know this beyond your experience with me?"

Marilyn gave him a look. "Dita, Tim and I have done nothing but drink and sleep our way around Berlin for the past few months. We have enough experience.”

Landa sat up, doing his shirt buttons up to his lower chest. "I thought you said all the other officers would beat you for 'seducing' them."

"Doesn't mean I can't look at their backsides after they beat me."

Landa shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "You really are something, Marilyn... eh, what was your last name?"

"That will remain a mystery. I’m not giving you any more than you need to know after... all that."

"It was a happy ending for the both of us," Landa protested.

"Sure, after a big fucking hassle. I don't even know if it was worth it."

"Remember," Landa growled, "I can still have you arrested if I choose to."  

"Right," Marilyn whispered, sauntering over to him to help him do up the rest of his buttons, "While you’re feeling like a big man again, let's not forget who made you moan like the little whore your men think I am ten minutes ago." He kissed Landa's cheek tenderly, grazed his hand down to give the German's clothed cock a pat, and smirked as he walked off to Landa's bar in search of more absinthe.

“Well,” the Colonel sighed, smoothing his hair back to a respectable style, “What is that American expression? You can’t judge a book by its cover.”

Das Haus Des Gold would most likely be his nightclub of choice from now on... but next time, Landa would be sure to attend alone for, perhaps, a more private show.

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Stray Kids [M.L.] Reaction: Sign Language / Selective Mutism

A/N: I have no first hand experience with either of those subjects. I apologise for any inaccuracies or if this offends anyone - please let me know if it does and I will change or delete it immediately.

Hyunjin

"Hyunjin!" You exclaimed. You opened the door to the room he was practicing in. The music was turned off, yet Hyunjin was breathing heavily, sweat was dripping from his forehead. He had just stopped practicing. He gave you a dorky smile, lifted his right hand flat, with the side to his head, then shot it out to greet you. Your heart jumped. He had been practicing more things than just the dancing. You greeted him back and watched for his next move.

"I am H-Y-U-N-J-I-N" He signed, "What's your name?"

"You practiced!" A smile was on your face.

"Of course. I want to learn everything for you." He said. Hyunjin took your right hand in his, squeezed it tightly. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't do this one small thing for you?" He brought your hand to his mouth, kissed the back of it, "When you do so much for me?"

Jisung

You were alone with Jisung. You sat on his bed, as you did multiple times a week. Nothing about it was off, you should feel secure and safe, as you always did in his room. However, at that moment. Nothing was fine. You felt anything but comfortable. You wanted to leave, felt as if you bothered him, shouldn't be there. Though you tried to convince yourself it was fine, your brain told you it wasn't. Everything became much worse at that point. You were quiet, unmoving, until Jisung turned away from the video he was showing you on his phone. He looked at you, sensing that you weren't at rest.

"Jisung, I should go home." You signed.

"What?" He signed back, "Oh damn, I always forget I can talk." He mentally slapped himself, "What's wrong? What happened? We were just- Did I make you-" Jisung stopped, bit his tongue. His rambling, along with him blaming himself, would make you feel even worse, he knew that.

"You're okay," He said instead, "I'd love if you stayed here. You can leave, if you want to, I'll even make sure you get home safe," He paused, waiting for a reaction, "But I'd love if you stayed by my side." He gave you a smile. When you didn't answer, not in sign language or speech, he tried calming you down with words, with signing. He made sure you were comfortable with it, then also hugged you and rubbed your back.

Felix

Felix's eyes focused on your hands. You held them up in this position, moved them slowly while your own eyes searched in his for the usual click, the knowing spark that would enter them once he understood. You repeated the motion a second time, it was easy enough to understand. Felix, too, slapped his thigh, then snapped it.

"And that's the word for cat?" He asked, voice unsure and questioning.

"Dog," you corrected him, "The word we did just before meant cat." He nodded.

"Right." he said.

"Can you remember the phrase I taught you last time?" You asked. Whilst Felix wanted to learn a variety of vocabulary – you supported his enthusiasm – you primarily wanted him to know the basic things he would need in case something happened. That was your first mission for him – secondly, he could learn how to talk about animals, how to make normal conversation.

You watched Felix, eyelashes fluttering open and close as he tried to remember the correct oder the signs were in.

'Do you want to go home' You nodded.

"That's perfect, you got it." you praised him.

'Thank you' He signed. "Shall we move on to the next phrase?"

Seungmin

"I'm just saying," Seungmin said, "Why would Chan say that, knowing that we haven't even finished the choreography yet?" He seemed frustrated, his eyebrows were furrowed, he watched the drink in front of him intently, as if it could answer and give him some sort of advice. "We've always had problems in the beginning, he should know not to schold us right away." He finished his thought. Seungmin sat back in the bench of the café. He dropped his arms to his sides. He felt defeated, exhausted from his worries, and the long practice session he had just come from. He turned his head to hear what you had to say, but found you looking rather absent – not listening to him at all.

"Y/N?" He asked. You looked back at him, eyes jumping between his left eye, his right eye, and a place elsewhere in the room.

"Can you talk right now?" He both asked out loud and signed. Only once before had he seen you in this state. He felt terrible about it, however, he did not quite know yet just how to behave when your anxiety kicked up like that.

Jeongin

Children looked at the world a different way. They could see magical things, the supernatural. They could tell twins apart when no one else could.

Jeongin was no different. It was at times when no one else had noticed yet that Jeongin knew that you were not okay. Though he had grown up, he never lost the childlike ability to sense those things.

"Y/N, are you okay?" he signed. You looked at him, shook your head. His quiet strategy had meant that the other members' attention was not on you, it was between you and him only. You thanked him for that, as he helped you as best as he could. He took you inside, talked to you, hugged you if you wanted him to.

#stray kids #stray kids reaction #stray kids scenarios #kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #han #j.one #felix #lee felix #lee yongbok #kim seungmin #seungmin #jeongin #yang jeongin #i.n.

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MARRIEGE ARRANGED  CHAPTER 6

       CHAPTER 6          

Notes; Maybe this chapter and subsequents chapters have a bit of George POV because I need it to make sense, although I hadn't done it in previous chapters. This one maybe is a little short but I have another one in the oven so stay in tune.

   "What is the emergency?" You said as you entered Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, where you found a frowning George near a counter

"What are you talking about?"

 "Fred sent me an owl, said to come immediately, that there was an emergency" you stood in front of where George was and he shrugged, frowning even more, before he could respond, an owl stepped flying over you leaving an envelope in your hands and perching on your head, you looked at the letter and George who again shrugged, opened the letter forgetting for a moment that there was an owl on your head, you read aloud "dear y/n, if you're reading this is that I'm not here anymore... because I probably went out to get new material for the store” you turned your eyes as you continued “these days the store has been busy, George thinks he doesn't need help” you looked sideways at George and now he is who turned his eyes "anyway, he needs it so I have turned to you to save him, also if you reluctantly the owl is trained to stay in your head until I come back, xoxo Fred" you sighed and chased away the owl with one hand which just flew over a little before getting back in your head "I'm going to stay shhh shhh" you said scare her again and she went to stand on a shelf in a corner of the store, without lose sight of you

"You don't have to do it, I can look for a way to prevent it from bothering you," said George, nodding at the owl which didn't take her eyes off you.

"It's okay, I have the day off, and I wasn't doing anything anyway," you said, shrugging your shoulders, and keeping the letter in your back pocket, something you hadn't read aloud from the letter was the part where Fred said "no kisses at work" under this a very bad drawing of George and you kissing.

 "You're good? Your face is a little red, ”said George, gesturing to touch your forehead with the back of his hand, you just did a little backwards avoiding it.

"Yes, I'm just a little hot, I came as fast as I could" you looked everywhere but George, how could he be so calm after what had happened 2 days ago in front of your families" so what do you need me to do?”  said trying to break the tension.

"Mmm, of course," said George, looking at you still surprised, but he was distracted when he heard the door open and a handful of Hogwarts children entered the store, it was a time when trips to Hogsmade began so that this weekend was a lot of work In the store, Fred was right that George could not do it alone, he told you to take care of one part of the store, while he did it in the other, the morning was very busy, while both walked from side to side, you couldn't believe how much you knew about the twin artifacts, something George noticed and also surprised, the way you talked to customers and the way you talked about their creations. It was already a bit late when the store started to clearing of customers, George approached you where you were resupplying potions on a shelf "you should go eat something, it's late".

"Don't worry, I'm not very hungry," you said without taking your eyes off what you were doing, you felt a hand holding your elbow so you would get up from where you were.

"Go" said George as he stared at you. "It's an order." You rolled your eyes, you were going to protest, but your stomach made a noise in protest at the lack of food. You felt your face flushed and warmed. You looked sideways at George who had a small smile on the face.

"Well" you said without looking at him, and left the store without looking back, you could feel your red face and tried to lower the heat by putting your hands on your cheeks, you appeared in an alley in a Muggle neighborhood, there was a cafeteria that made delicious sandwiches, you ate in a hurry and bought one to take it to George, he had not eaten either and most likely he still did not, when returning to the store, you found him talking with some boys with yellow scarves, Hufflepuff you supposed, you were not familiar with the houses in Hogwarts since you had attended Ilvermorny but had an idea of each one. George looked so happy when he talked about his products, with a gleam in his eyes and a big smile on his face, you were distracted watching him until some girls passed by you whispering and giving little giggles at you, which took you out of your thoughts and you looked again at George who saw you even with the same smile on his face, you could feel your face burn again, you cleared your throat and approached him "you should take a break, eat, I can take care of it for a while" you said as you stretched towards him the sandwich bag that you had brought for him as he didn't answer "I did not know you liked it, so I brought you my favorite" you pushed the thing back towards him but you did not see it directly to his face, when he take the bag you looked at him sideways and had a half smile on his face, you noticed that when he did that not only a dimple formed on his cheek but two, one smaller than the other.

 "Thank you" when he spoke, you felt that your face was going up another shade of red, "Very good, I leave it to you then" he said with a wink as walked back from the store with the sandwich bag leaving you with a face redder than the hair of a Weasley and the heart about to get out of your chest, what happened to your face?!! Since when was your heart racing for George Weasley?! You shook your head and your thoughts and continued with the work. After closing everything and taking inventory, it was already a bit late, you couldn't believe how fast the day had gone by, or that you would have enjoyed it so much.

"Well, my mission here is over," you said after cleaning the last part of the store, while George fed the pygmmy puff.

"Wait" you turned to see him as he approached you "I have to pay you" you walked away from him putting your hands in an x.

"I don't want your money" he smiled halfway rolling his eyes.

"Well, then I invite you to dinner, come on" you frowned thinking "In payment for today's help and for delicious sandwich this afternoon" you smiled rolling your eyes and before you could think it your mouth answered for you.

 "yes"

 “Yes?” He said doubtfully he almost expected you to refuse the invitation, you nodded with a smile, “well just let me close everything and we can leave” after turning off and closing everything in the store, you both walked calmly with the cool breeze of the night, arriving at a bar near the store, you entered and could feel a very warm atmosphere. You both sat at a table near a corner and asked for food, "your hair" George said after a few minutes of silence, you opened your eyes and touched a strand of it, it was your h/c was wavy and had grown since the last time you cut it, now it almost reached your waist.

"I forgot" George looked at you frowning "this is my hair" you answered what George was wondering, took a lock that fell near your face inspecting it, playing with it with his fingers

"It's nice," he said without looking at you and without letting go, you thanked him for not looking at you because your face burned for the 100th time that day, you tried to hide it anyway, but before you could do something the waitress arrived with your food, which relief you, after that dinner was enjoyable, you could say placid. When you two weren't yelling at each other, it was nice to be together. After finishing dinner, George offered to accompany you to your house, you were tempted to accept his offer, but it had been a good day and you were afraid that something might ruin it, so you told him that you would only appear there, no problem, George accepted maybe thinking the same as you, so you said goodbye there, outside the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes store.

 .....

Two days later you went to the twins store, "Hey Fred," you said as you approached to the oder twin.

"What do you have there?" He ask pointing to the coffee glasses you held in your hands, you passed him one.

"Well hello too" you said playfully and Fred roll his eyes, "I was covering a note and I found this cafe where his coffee is delicious, so I thought to bring you two a little" you saw as Fred took a sip of the hot liquid and smiled.

"Thank you" he said while giving you a hug with one arm "so someone told me that my plan was a success" you looked at him with a frown and turned your eyes "I organize the best dates, right?" you hit him on the shoulder playing

"Yes, of course, if dates for you means forced labor in exchange for preventing an owl from making his needs on my head, then they should give you a award" Fred laughed at your words.

"Well if you don't come to ask for work, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

 "Oh right" you said while looking for some sheets in your bag, "our moms want George and I to participate in the wedding preparations" you rolled your eyes as you said "so that's my dark reason to be here" you smiled "Where is George?” Before Fred could answer, you heard a laugh at the back of the store, a laugh you knew, George was with a very pretty girl talking and laughing, as if reading your thoughts Fred said quickly.

"She's a neighbor, she has a store at the end of the block"

"Ah, George's friend, that her family has a bookstore," you said more as a fact than as a question, without taking your eyes off them, which didn't even notice your presence or Fred or anyone else's.

"Do you know her?" Fred asked, you just shrugged one shoulder.

"She's pretty" and she was, her hair was blond and curly and shone, just like her eyes and her smile, she had a small nose and an equal face, it looked almost like a doll.

"You don't have to be jealous," Fred said, and you finally looked at him.

"Why I would be? It's not as if what exists between George and I is real” you smiled at Fred, but your smile didn't reach your eyes. "I have to go, you can give him this," you said, bringing the papers to him and he took them, "tell him to choose what he wants, whatever is fine for me, I have to go, I have work until late" Fred wanted to tell you there was nothing between the girl in the bookstore and George, he didn't want you to leave the store with a wrong idea, but there was something that bothered him even more.

"Everything is fine? With the guy of the job I mean"  your hairs stood on end and you felt a cold sweat from behind, of course everything was fine, because you kept avoiding Niles, but you could still feel his look when you were in a room, or at some meeting, you knew you could not always avoid it and you would have to confront it sooner or later.

"Yes sure" you answered Fred without being very sure of your own answer, you could see that he was not sure he believed you, however,  leave it that way and you also smiled before disappearing from the store.

 ....

 "Hey Freddie, where did you buy this coffee?" George asked as he drank the now not so warm liquid you had left before.

"Eh?" George pointed to the glass of the liquid "Ah, that, y/n  came earlier and brought them, she also left you those sheets, moms want you to decide on wedding things or something like that" George frowned and looked at the sheets but didn't pay much attention, returning his sight to his twin.

"Is everything okay Fred?" George's question made Fred get out of his thoughts and look at him with a frown.

"I'm worried," said Fred

"why?"

"For y/n, she ..." George was silent waiting for Fred to explain the reason for his concern for you, but he only growled in defeat "I can't tell you"

"why you can not?"

"I promised" Fred walked from side to side nervous.

"Fred" George was about to lose his temper.

"Ok" Fred finally answered, "is this guy, who is obsessed with y/n"

"What do you mean?" The youngest of the twins asked with a frown.

"I don't know what's going on in his head, but he doesn't stop harassing her, even she told him she was engaged but he thought she had invented it"

"Why would someone invent something like that?" Said George.

"I don't know, apparently as long as there is no ring on her finger she is available although she already clarified that she is not interested" George's frown deepened as his brother spoke "you should have seen how she got y/n when he came to the store ”

"He what?"

“I think he was following her, I don't know, but she turned pale when she saw him and hide quickly, she says he has not tried anything, but today when I asked her, I don't know mate, it was as if she had seen a ghost” Fred shrugged nervously “maybe it's nothing and she has it under control but I can't be calm” George took his coat and started walking out of the store “where are you going?”

"To the Daily Prophet"

#george weasley x reader #george #george weasley #original character #fred weasley #Harry Potter #harry potter universe #hp #fanfiction #JKRolwing #fanfic #marriege arranged #marriege

[tkdoodles77]

X Science Fantasy Au

took the best doodles from my sketch book (related to this drawling), cleaned them up and added some color.

My insane ramblings about this au under the cut. cause I need to put them some where so why not here

 world- so this au. is science fantasy, think like the setting Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha if you know what that is, if not... go look at the tv tropes page ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   setting - takes place in the human kingdom (ruled by the light family) and the demon kingdom (ruled by wily). The human kingdom is basically made up of all the human characters and the "good" robot characters from the megaman series, and the demon kingdom is any of the wilybots, maverick and neutral non-human characters. The world has more countries than just those two but they're not important  so I'm not focusing on them. Anyways, the human and demon kingdoms have been at on and off warfare over their shared border for a couple of centuries at least and the fighting has ranged from full blown "We're gonna destroy their army, invade their land, and conquer their people" to "Hey look I know we just signed a 20 yr. peace treaty and I know we agreed that this particular bit of land is yours, but you see we've got all these troops stationed there and also they're building a fort sooooo...  f*cking fight me if you want back!". also both sides have been equally aggressive towards each other and neither is in the right, the fighting is mainly just pettiness and grudge holding at this point.     plot- the fighting between the two kingdoms is curently at a halt thanks to a temperary cease fire, but the demon kingdom brakes into civilwar cause the general population is fedup with the all the wars, and also with how bad of a king wily is (he's off his rocker as they say). Zero seeing the writing on the walls deciedes to get the f*ck out of dogde, cause everyone knows civil wars end up with the royal family missing their heads. And so he goes and hides in the last place anyone would think to look for him, the capital city of the human kingdom. X and Zero end up meeting eachother and form an unlikly freindship.     magic- magic takes two forms in this world, 1st is organic which just means it comes from a person, and 2nd is inorganic which comes in the form of  naturally forming crystals (think the e-crystal from the zero series and refractors from the legends series). the crystals are used as an engery source for most of the worlds technogly. For humans magic behaves sort of like computer code, in that you can get it to do what ever you want so long as you know the right comand and have the necessary items. For demons magic is like a sort of like psychic powers and they can only have one type. so one demon could be telekinetic and another could be cryokinetic, but you can't have a demon that is both telekinetic and cryokinetic. Alright now on to the characters!   X- Crown prince of the human kingdom and the oldest child in the light family. He's very skilled in magic especially healing magic and often helps out at hospitals and clinics around the city. X takes his duties as the crown prince serously even if he would rather not have to deal with the constant talk of war all the time.   Zero-Crown prince of the demon kingdom, the youngest child in the Wily family, and also the only legitimate heir to the throne (that isn't dead or banished) he only has one full blood sibling all the others are half siblings. He is a very skilled fighter (read had to be to surive all the assassination attempts) and can form any weapon he wants out of his fire magic. Zero would probably take the side of the rebels in the civilwar if they wouldn't kill him on sight for being Wily's son.   Rock and Roll- X's younger siblings and the worlds biggest trouble makers. they're fraternal twins.   Forte- Zero's older brother and his only full sibling. He was suposedly banished for treason when Zero was 12, but it's more likly that he just p*ssed of their father and managed to escaped before Wily could oder his execution.

#rockman #megaman #rockman x #megaman x #rock #roll #x #zero #forte #bass

[sparkly-angell]

blease stuckony and seven 💞

7. things you said while we were driving this totally got out of hand but I dont regret it. its pure porn im sorry (send me a ship and one of these and I’ll write a mini fic)

“Yes, just like that. Now keep sucking.” Steve said, looking at Bucky through the rearview mirror before focusing again on the road ahead.

Bucky moaned.

It was late in the night, they were coming back from a reservation in the fancy restaurant Tony loved, commemorating their three years anniversary.

All was going as planned.

Tony had his face hidden in the crook of Bucky’s neck, sucking and nibbling just as he was told. Steve could see from the front seat of the car that both of them were already rock hard beneath all the layers of clothing.

Who would have thought a little make out in the car would make them so aroused. Not that Steve could judge them, he was just as hard.

He shifted a little on his seat and took a sharp left without warning, and Tony fell right over Bucky, crotches rubbing against each other from the impact. He heard a twin sets of moans and grinned.

When he looked again they were grinding their cocks together like there was no tomorrow. Steve’s cock twitched.

However, he tsked them in disapproval. Both sets of lust ridden eyes set on him.

“You can’t come until we arrive back home.”

Tony groaned in frustration but nodded, not wanting to disobey. Steve held back a groan of his own, but for different reasons.

“Bucky. Your hands in Tony’s ass now.” Bucky obeyed without a hint of hesitation, squeezing and massaging Tony’s cheeks, pressing his hips down on his thighs.

Tony closed his eyes and bit his lip. His arms were shaking as he struggled to support himself over Bucky.

“Kiss him.”

He didn’t specify whom the oder was for, but he didn’t need to. A moment later their mouths were clashing together in a wet shameless kiss.

Steve turned back to the road and took another left. Their moans, this time around, were muffled by each other’s mouth, but that made it a thousand times hotter.

Steve took one hand from the wheel and pressed it’s palm against his own dick. He breathed out as pleasure ran through his veins.

“Tony, suck on Bucky’s metal fingers, just the way I know you love.”

Tony whimpered and broke the kiss. He locked his eyes with Steve, making sure he was watching, and opened his mouth, putting his tongue out and waiting patiently for Bucky to fill it with his fingers.

Bucky rubbed Tony’s hips one last time on his own, and placed two fingers in Tony’s awaiting tongue.

He wrapped his lips around it and started sucking.

Steve heard more than saw the whole exchange. Which wasn’t as dull as Steve would have thought at first. On the contrary, listening to the string of moans Bucky uttered mixed with the lewd sound of Tony’s lips and tongue moving around was exciting. Steve squeezed his cock and shifted again.

“Now, Tony will pull down his pants, just until his thighs and Bucky will open him for me with his fingers. Can you two do that?”

They moaned in answer and did just as told.

Bucky circled Tony’s entrance with his middle finger before pushing it inside. Tony sucked a breath and arched his head back, lost in pleasure. Through the rearview mirror, Steve noticed Bucky looking at him, expression asking for permission.

Steve gave one sharp nod before Bucky buried his face on Tony’s neck, eyes fluttering close as he breathed in Tony’s sweat scent and traced the drops with his tongue.

Steve focused on the road again, stepping strongly on the pedal and bypassing other cars. His patience was running thin and he just wanted to jump to the backseat and take them the way he wanted.

The slick sound of Bucky’s finger’s working Tony’s tight hole was driving him mad. Every hitch, every heavy breath went straight to Steve’s cock. His pants were so tended he was almost sure they would reap apart if this went on a while longer.

So when Bucky’s fingers hit the right spot inside Tony, causing his back to arch off Bucky’s chest and a scream to leave his lungs, Steve couldn’t take it anymore.

He found the first spot, parked the car and shifted so he was now on his side in the seat, facing them both.

“I’m gonna fuck Tony now. Bucky, stay where you are and watch.” he said, with the last drop of patience.

There was a set of desperate nods as Steve got out from the driver’s seat and crossed to the other side of the car. He opened the back door and was welcomed by Tony’s ass perked up, still being fucked by four of Bucky’s metal fingers.

He held back a moan and entered the car, closing the door behind him. There wasn’t much space left since the car, but they made do. Bucky slid back until his head knocked the other door, taking Tony with him so that Steve had space to kneel one leg on the seat while the other supported his weight on the ground.

Steve opened his zipper and the three of them breathed harder with anticipation.

“Bucky, take your fingers out. Slowly.”

He did it so slowly Tony shivered a few times, moving his hips back so he had one last good friction before feeling empty again.

Tony whimpered and cried on the absence of the fingers, but Steve silenced him by bending down and capturing his lips on a bruising kiss, right over Bucky’s face.

“So hot.” Bucky moaned, and Steve locked eyes with him. Bucky shivered at the intensity of his stare and parted his mouth slightly, waiting patiently for his kiss.

He swept his tongue over Tony’s lips one last time before closing his mouth against Bucky’s.

Bucky sighed, closing his eyes and losing himself in the kiss.

Too soon, Steve pulled away from both his lovers, rearranging himself back up again. He freed his cock from his boxer briefs and stroked a few times, just to spread precum around his lenght.

“Bucky, I want you to jerk off while I fuck Tony.”

Bucky nodded and prontly sneaked a hand between his and Tony’s body.

“Can I jerk Tony, too?”

Steve tilted his head to the side and pondered for a second.

“Yes.”

Tony closed his eyes in appreciation and rocked on Bucky’s hand before spreading his legs wider.

“Fuck me already.”

Steve chuckled darkly.

“I see you aren’t in the mood for a little foreplay, huh. Which is good because,” he pushed himself inside Tony without a warning. Tony shouted and held tightly on Bucky’s jacket. Steve continued, “I’m not in the mood either.”

He moved back almost completely out and slammed back in again, feeling the car shake with the force of it. Tony moaned and dropped his head on Bucky’s chest, looking back at Steve with half lid opened eyes.

Steve gave a few shallow thrusts, letting Tony get used to his dick after the intrusive first thrusts. He grabbed Tony’s hips and stilled them, so he could angle his thrusts right on Tony’s prostate.

The moment he found the right place, Tony moaned and clenched around Steve’s cock, rocking his hips backwards, not longer being able to stay put.

Bucky moaned and looked from Tony to Steve with dark eyes, biting on his lip as Tony licked his way from Bucky’s jaw to his mouth.

Steve groaned, eyes set on their open mouthed kiss. He quickened his pace, letting his instincts take over.

His head fell back and he moaned. Tony was tight and hot around him as the three of them danced, feeding each other’s pleasure with nips and licks and thrusts.

Soon, Tony started moving back and forward erratically on Bucky’s hand and his dick, and Steve knew he was close.

He thrusted harder, knowing that that would be enough to tip Tony off the edge.

“Stevee, oh oh.” and with his back arched, he came with a shaky moan. He clenched a few times, squeezing Steve’s dick, who moaned and hid his face on the back of Tony’s neck, biting down tenderly before lapping his tongue over the bite.

A few more thrusts later and he came as well, vision whitening as he stilled, hips flushed against Tony’s ass.

Beneath him, he heard Bucky moan and groan their names before falling quiet.

The moment froze. Only sound Steve could hear was their mixed breathing as they all came down from the high together.

“That,” Bucky breathed out, breaking the silence, “was amazing. Can we do it again sometime?”

Steve and Tony chuckled.

“Oh, we are totally going to repeat this.” Tony answered, voice drooping with exhaustion.

Steve kissed them both in the temple.

“Happy anniversary. Love you.”

#ask #anon #aspen im sorry LKSJNS #mcu #marvel #stuckony #stucky #stony #winteriron #aa #avengers assemble #mcu fic #fanfic #fic #mine #iron man #captain america #winter soldier #winterironshield