#someone said something in class today that was not it chief!

[etherealphosphor]

Melancholy

⟡ Contains: Neuvillette x Gn!Reader, Sfw, Fluff then angst, Reader gets blackmailed, Tiny bit of violence, Brief mention of blood

You had always been Neuvillette’s only assistant, which was odd considering the Chief Justice usually had many. Due to this fact, you were often rushing around, trying to manage all of the tasks for the day. Even though the work was tiring, you were never mad at Neuvillette for it. For someone so intimidating, Neuvillette was surprisingly kind to you. One might expect him to be a harsh boss, but he was the exact opposite.

Neuvillette had no limit on paid leaves, trusting you to use them fairly. Additionally, if you wished to leave work early due to exhaustion or for other reasons, he would simply find someone else to do your work for you. Of course, you were quite confused. What kind of boss just lets their employees leave work whenever they want? And if he could just get a replacement so quickly, why not have more full-time assistants like a Chief Justice ought to? It was almost as if efficiency was his last priority.

Though confused, you were still inclined to believe that Neuvillette knew what he was doing. After all, a man of such high status must have things under control. Neuvillette’s kindness towards you was something you were always grateful for, and it brightened your day whenever he thanked you earnestly for working for him.

Even if the task was as simple as bringing him a glass of water, he still looked you in the eyes as he told you how much he appreciated your help. Though, lately, his eye contact and gentle smile stirred a different emotion in your chest. An uneasy, nervous feeling, but not unpleasant. Was it love? You didn’t quite know.

One time, you held Neuvillette’s gaze for a little longer than usual, stunned by how beautiful his blue-grey eyes were.

"[Name], are you alright? Is there something else you need from me?" Neuvillette asked you, a little puzzled as to what you were staring at him for.

Snapping out of it, you quickly stammered, "Ah, n-no. Just spacing out, I-I apologize, Monsieur Neuvillette."

"How many times must I tell you that you can just call me Neuvillette? There is no need for such formal titles." Neuvillette softly chuckled.

"A-Alright. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Neuvillette." You quickly said, before exiting his office.

That night, you lay awake thinking about Neuvillette. No, it can’t be. Is it possible that I’ve developed romantic feelings for the Chief Justice? It’s unheard of, but I don’t think I can deny it any longer. Though I doubt I’m anything more than an assistant to him, after all, people of such high status as him don’t really go after anyone of a lower class. What do I even do?

After pondering for a long while, you eventually ended up falling asleep. Your dreams contained many different romantic scenes between you and Neuvillette, which caused you to be decently flustered when you woke up. You were quite embarrassed that your unconscious brain could even think up such things.

After getting ready, you headed off to Neuvillette’s office to get the list of chores for the day. Unsurprisingly, you couldn’t look him in the eyes after what you saw in your dreams.

Staring at your feet, you began to speak. "Greetings, Neuvillette, what tasks do you have for me today?"

Noticing your strange behavior, Neuvillette asked, "Good morning, [Name]. Is something on your mind? You’ve been acting so odd lately. If you’re going through anything, I can easily find someone to temporarily fill your position for a couple days."

"No.. no. It’s not that. Don’t worry yourself, Neuvillette. I am fine."

"If you’re sure." Neuvillette said, handing you a small list.

When you took the paper from his hands, you accidentally looked up, making direct eye contact. Those beautiful eyes of his were always something that fascinated you. And paired with that kind smile on his face, your heart simply couldn’t take it. You felt the heat slowly creep onto your face, and you quickly looked away from him. You hoped he hadn’t seen you blushing.

Though, of course, Neuvillette was a very perceptive man, and he did indeed notice. One does have to pick up on small details to judge court cases, after all.

"[Name], you look a little flushed; are you sure you’re in perfect health? It would be outrageous to ask you to work while you’re sick." Neuvillette asked, reaching out to feel your forehead for a fever.

You immediately flinched; this action of his was quite unexpected, and it caught you off guard.

"Oh, my apologies. Did I cross a boundary? It was merely out of habit." Neuvillette said, putting that hand over his heart to show his sincerity.

"Ah—no—it's fine. You didn’t do anything wrong." You replied, your own heart beating faster.

Oh, archons above, I’ve really fallen for him hard, haven’t I?

Over the next couple of days, you continued acting quite nervous around Neuvillette, something that he simply couldn’t ignore. Your behavior confused him, and he wished to get to the bottom of what was causing such a reaction.

Neuvillette had his suspicions, for sure, as the way you looked at him wasn’t exactly normal. However, he brushed it off as wishful thinking. After all, in secret, he did have quite a soft spot for you. Which was very unusual for him, as he avoided personal relationships with everybody else. To him, you were a fascinating anomaly. Who could predict that the Chief Justice would actually end up falling for someone? Even he himself was surprised.

Finally, after a week of your odd nervousness, Neuvillette simply had to ask you what was wrong once more. He doubted you would answer him properly, like every other time he had asked, and he knew that he would have to get your reaction to specific questions to gauge the situation.

Calling you into his office, he began to speak. "[Name], I know something has been on your mind lately. I’ve asked a couple times before, but I haven’t gotten a straight answer. Now, I hate to pry, but I worry that this topic may concern me, and I’d like to know if I have done something wrong so I can possibly make right of it."

Shaking your head slightly, you said, "No, Neuvillette. It’s really nothing. You didn’t mess anything up."

"You haven’t yet told me if this involves me, and don’t try to lie about it, [Name]. I can see through any lie in a second. So, does your anxiousness have anything to do with me?"

After a moment, you slowly nodded. After all, you couldn’t easily keep anything from this man. Being the Chief Justice, Neuvillette was trained to notice when people were being dishonest, so it was certainly quite a feat to get any lies past him.

"Ah, so it does indeed involve me. If I haven’t done anything wrong, then what is causing such a reaction from you?"

"I don’t think I can say it out loud, Neuvillette.."

"That’s fine. I already have my own suspicions, after all. However, I worry that they may be incorrect. I still have my doubts, which is why I haven’t brought up my own thoughts yet."

"Oh, I see. Well, what do you think?" You asked, feigning calmness. In reality, you could feel your heart beating faster.

"[Name], please correct me if I’m wrong, but... are you romantically interested in me?"

Your eyes widened. Neuvillette had indeed figured it out. You didn’t doubt that he would in the end, but you were still shocked that he had asked so bluntly. You had no idea how to respond, so you just looked away from him, completely red-faced.

"It really is that, isn’t it?" Neuvillette sounded almost as shocked as you were. With urgency in his voice, he began to speak, "[Name], please tell me if I’m right. This is important information to me."

You didn’t dare make eye contact or even move a muscle; you were too scared to do anything.

Grabbing your hands in his, Neuvillette began to speak with a hurried, apprehensive tone in his voice. "Is my conclusion correct? Please, [Name], don’t leave me in the dark like this; I must know."

Still looking away, you managed to choke out one word: "Y-yes.."

Moving his hands to your face, he cupped your cheeks and forced you to stare him directly in the eyes. "Do you truly mean it, [Name]?"

Neuvillette was smiling brightly. That was rare for the Chief Justice—usually all that could be seen from him was a small grin. But this time, it was completely different. He looked at you with a beaming smile that made his eyes sparkle just as bright.

"I—yes, of course.. of course I mean it." You said, your voice sounding a little lost. Everything was happening so quickly.

Neuvillette pulled you into an embrace, tightly hugging you to his chest. "I’m so glad, really, I am. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been wanting to hear that from you. I’ve always had a soft spot for you, but you must have already known about that. After all, there’s no way you didn’t notice my strange behavior toward you. That is also the reason I never hired any other assistants; I only wanted you by my side."

Your head was spinning a little; all this new information was so shocking, and your brain had yet to fully process it. Once the realization of what had been said had sunk in a little, you melted into Neuvillette’s gentle arms. You couldn’t believe your luck. The Chief Justice himself had fallen head over heels for you? Impossible. Focalors herself must have been smiling down at you.

Over the next few days, you made your relationship with Neuvillette official. Well, official to only the two of you, that is. Due to the judgment placed upon those with high status dating people with lower status, you had suggested that Neuvillette keep things a secret.

Neuvillette simply stated that being with you was nothing to be ashamed of, and that he didn’t mind any gossip spread about him as a consequence. However, what made Neuvillette keep the relationship a secret was when you told him that people would assume you were using him for his status and money.

Now, the last thing Neuvillette wanted was for your name to be tarnished in such a way. Rumors about him dating the lower class could be spread across the entirety of Teyvat for all he cared, but he would never apologize for loving you. But Neuvillette would not tolerate you being accused of being shallow and selfish.

After about a month of hiding your relationship, things were getting more and more difficult to cover up. You drove Neuvillette crazy; he had never experienced something like it before. Due to this fact, you two would often very nearly get caught. Perhaps it was the red marks left on your neck after spending time in his office, or maybe it was the affectionate looks you gave each other. Either way, the both of you got quite a few raised eyebrows from others working in the building.

One time, Neuvillette had you pinned against a wall in a secluded hallway, passionately kissing you as his hands trailed down to your waist. His gentle caresses were enough to make you let out a small whimper, which only excited him even further.

Moving your head to one side, Neuvillette gently sunk his teeth into your neck, trying his best not to break the skin. It was more difficult for him to be gentle than an average person due to the fact that he had sharp fangs.

Suddenly, Neuvillette pulled away from you. "Shh. I think somebody is coming."

You quickly regained your composure in case Neuvillette was correct, stepping away from your place against the wall. Meanwhile, Neuvillette was taking a look around the entrance to the hallway, making sure that nobody was there.

"We should be in the clear. I apologize for the false alarm, my love."

"It’s perfectly fine; better safe than sorry. Anyway, should we get back to what we were doing~?"

"Gladly." Neuvillette said in a low tone, smiling at you.

Raising your arms above your head with one of his hands, Neuvillette tilted your chin up with the other, leaning back in to fervently kiss you once more. You let him fully take control, allowing him to do what he liked with you.

By the time you two were done, you had bite marks all over your neck, and a blush across your face.

"Well, it’s getting late, isn’t it? Would you like me to walk you to your room?" Neuvillette asked you.

"Of course, anything to spend a little more time with you."

Walking hand in hand, Neuvillette led you to your room. In the past, it used to be a small storage room but was remodeled into a living space for you. After Neuvillette hired you, he insisted that you needed a room inside the building for your convenience. However, now that you were in a relationship with him, he admitted that it was also partly because he wanted to be closer to you.

Giving Neuvillette a quick kiss on the lips, you bid him farewell, before shutting the door. Just as you were about to lay down, you noticed an envelope that had been pushed under the door. It was addressed to you. Picking it up, you sat down on your bed and began to tear it open.

Once you saw the contents of the envelope, your eyes widened in horror. In your hands, you held many different photographs. Those pictures included the red marks on your neck, you and Neuvillette holding hands, hugging, and him pinning you against the wall. They all had something in common. They were evidence. Somebody had figured it out.

Under the photographs, there was a note. It read:

"Dear [Name],

As you could probably tell by those pictures, I know of your intimate relationship with Neuvillette. You two really are awful at keeping secrets, aren’t you? I have copies of all of those photos, by the way. There’s no point in destroying them. I intend to publish an article about you two to The Steambird. The only thing that will stop me from exposing your romantic feelings for one another to the entirety of Fontaine is if you keep your distance from Neuvillette, as you should’ve done to begin with. A Chief Justice shouldn’t be involved with one of his employees; he ought to have better standards than that.

You wouldn’t want me to spread false rumors and ruin his reputation, would you? Even if he insists that his reputation doesn’t matter, deep down, I’m sure he worries about it. Yes, I overheard that conversation of yours. A Chief Justice needs to be trusted by the people; even a child knows that. Who would trust him if he’s messing around with the lower class? I could also ruin your name as well by posting the article I have prepared. I thank you sincerely for the idea to frame you as a gold digger; it was truly brilliant.

If you don’t decide to stay away from your beloved Neuvillette, Fontaine will know him as a pervert who flirts with his servants for his own amusement and pleasure. As for you, you’ll be known as the servant who went along with it because of his status and money. And don't even think about telling Neuvillette about this letter; I have eyes everywhere. I will know if you speak with him.

You wouldn’t want to hurt Neuvillette, would you? If you truly love him, you’ll keep your distance."

You could feel your heart quickly beating in panic. You had no idea what to do. What could even be done about it?

That night, your dreams were stressful and scary, and you were still extremely anxious when you woke up in the morning. The idea that someone out there knew about you and Neuvillette, and could ruin both of your names in a second if they wished made your blood run cold.

Over the next week or so, you tried to avoid Neuvillette as much as possible. That letter was living rent-free in your head, and despite wanting to spend more time with the Chief Justice, you were terrified at the possibility that your relationship could be exposed at the snap of the blackmailer’s fingers. You barely spoke to Neuvillette outside of the small talk you had while completing your tasks each day, making up excuses for why you were so detached from him.

Neuvillette was quite confused, and he began to worry if he had done something wrong. That was often the first thing he assumed when you were acting odd, as it was the thing he dreaded most. If he accidentally hurt you, he wouldn’t know how to forgive himself.

After a couple more days passed and you were still avoiding him, he tried to ask you about it.

"[Name], my love? Is there a reason why I’ve barely gotten to see you these days? Have I done something wrong?"

"Ah—no. I have volunteer work for.. uh.. the Adventurer’s Guild. Yeah." You said hurriedly.

"The Adventurer’s Guild? Since when did you join them? If you’re low on mora, I can give you some. It’s no bother to me." Neuvillette replied, reaching into his pockets.

"Oh no, no. My mora is fine. I just volunteered for the good of Fontaine, you know? The work is its own reward."

"How kind of you; that really is a good way to look at things. In that case, I won’t keep you. Good luck while volunteering; don’t get hurt." Neuvillette gave you a quick kiss, bidding you farewell.

The look that Neuvillette gave you made you feel bad for lying, and in the end, you did actually end up going to volunteer at the Adventurer’s Guild. After a long day of fighting monsters and solving strange puzzles, you were ready to collapse on your bed.

What you didn’t expect was for there to be another envelope slid under your door. Opening it, you found a photo taken of Neuvillette kissing you earlier. Your heart skipped a beat, and as expected, there was another letter from the blackmailer.

This time, the note written by the person was much shorter. It simply read:

"Didn’t I tell you to keep your distance? This is a warning."

Your heart began to beat faster, and you were beginning to feel anxious again. You so badly wanted to run into Neuvillette’s office, throw yourself into his arms, and inform him of what was going on, but you couldn’t. The blackmailer would find out, and both you and Neuvillette would have false rumors spread about you all across Fontaine.

You hated that you were avoiding Neuvillette; it really hurt. Unfortunately, the blackmailer had scared you to your very core. You didn’t want to harm Neuvillette at all, and you knew if the article was published to The Steambird, it would severely damage his reputation and image. After all, what is a judge without the trust of his people?

You spent yet another sleepless night tossing and turning, unable to calm the worry in your mind.

Over the next week, Neuvillette tried on multiple occasions to talk to you, but you declined each time, making excuses such as:

"Sorry, I’m busy!"

"I can't right now; I have work at the Adventurer's Guild."

"Neuvillette, I’m really tired; can we speak another time?"

"I’m late for a meeting with a friend; I have to go."

You felt so bad that you had to do this. You never intended to hurt Neuvillette, but you slowly began to realize that you were causing him harm anyway. Every time you denied him, you could see the light in his eyes die, and he forced himself to smile gently. He would always reply with something along the lines of:

"Ah, I see. We’ll talk some other time, then."

One weekend, you looked out the window of your room, and it had begun pouring. Your eyes widened. Neuvillette was the Hydro Dragon, and it was said in folklore that when it rained, it meant he was crying. Neuvillette was a closed off man when it came to his negative emotions, even with you.

The rain made your heart ache; you knew it was your fault. You knew that the reason he was crying was because of you. That realization hurt like nothing else. In trying to protect him from harm, you had accidentally done the exact opposite. Even with your worries and regrets, you knew that you couldn’t go and comfort Neuvillette, despite how much you wanted to. The blackmailer would immediately publish that article if you did.

You felt so pathetic. What kind of partner would you be if you couldn't even comfort your boyfriend in his most vulnerable state? And what kind of partner lies to and avoids the other for weeks on end? The feeling in your chest was overwhelmingly awful.

Even so, you didn’t do anything. You were stuck. Your two options were equally bad. The rain went on and on, and you felt extreme sorrow even looking at it. You felt like a failure, like you were useless. You couldn’t even protect the one you loved most.

It was still raining when you went to bed that night.

The next evening, there was a gentle knock at your door. Getting up, you opened it, only to find Neuvillette waiting outside your door. In that instant, so many thoughts went through your head. You felt like you were being watched by the blackmailer.

"Good evening, [Name]. May I come in? I wish to have a chat with you." Neuvillette said, very clearly wearing a fake smile.

Even with the threat of the blackmailer, you couldn’t help it. You wanted to talk to him again.

"Uhm.. yeah, sure, Neuvillette." You said awkwardly, permitting him to enter.

Once the door was closed, Neuvillette spared no time in getting to his question. "Have I done something wrong? Answer me truthfully this time. You have been avoiding me for around three weeks now. I can’t imagine why else you would do such a thing."

"Neuvillette, no. You didn’t do anything. Trust me. This has to do with something else. I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you." You spoke, looking away from him.

"What is keeping you from me?"

That question really made your heart start to beat, and the panic was evident on your face. "It’s nothing important."

Neuvillette took your hands in his. "[Name], you can tell me anything. I’m not mad at you; I’m just worried. I’m your boyfriend; we can depend on each other. Whatever you’re going through, we can work through it together."

Finally, looking up into his eyes, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to tell him. You could feel tears starting to fill your eyes. "I'm being blackmailed, Neuvillette."

Neuvillette’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. He was absolutely shocked.

"What?"

You had finally said something. Just as your words had been held back for so long, so had your tears. They rolled down your cheeks, and even further down your neck.

"I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I should’ve, but I was scared. And I still am. I’m really scared, Neuvillette." You said, wiping at your tears.

"No, no.. [Name], it’s okay. Don’t be hard on yourself. It’s not your fault. Who has been blackmailing you? And with what?" Neuvillette’s gaze was concerned, and he stroked your hair as you cried.

"The letters are over on my desk.." You managed to get out between sobs.

Getting up for a moment, Neuvillette went over to look at them. His emotions went from concern to anger at what he saw. Who would dare to hurt and threaten you like that? Rage boiled in his chest, but he tried to keep his composure for your sake.

"Whoever did this will get what’s coming to them." Neuvillette spoke softly, embracing you once more. "I promise you."

You were still crying; it felt good to let it all out after bottling up your feelings for so long. Neuvillette kissed away your tears, and his hands began stroking your hair again.

Once you had stopped crying, he gently asked, "Will you be alright if I leave for a minute? I do wish to keep comforting you, but I have a feeling that the criminal is nearby, and I wish to catch them. Is that okay?"

You nodded, and after a short yet passionate kiss, Neuvillette walked out of the room. In his peripheral vision, he spotted a strange man, but he pretended not to notice and walked the other way. Once he was sure the stranger was walking away, he began to quietly trail them.

After a short walk, the man opened a door and walked inside. Silently, Neuvillette slipped into the room behind him. The man didn’t notice until Neuvillette locked the door.

"Can you explain to me what business you had blackmailing [Name]?"

The man was shocked to hear the Chief Justice’s voice, but he kept a confident smirk on his face as he turned to him. "A person of high status like you should not be involved with someone like them. Someone of a lower class. I’m doing you and Fontaine a favor by scaring them off."

The expression on the man’s face made Neuvillette even more angry. Neuvillette was not the kind of person to solve problems through violence, but in that moment, he couldn’t resist.

He grabbed the man by the neck and shoved him against the wall. With all his might, Neuvillette slammed his fist into the side of the man’s skull over and over. Then, Neuvillette moved down to punch him in the stomach, effectively winding him and causing him to fall to the ground.

Neuvillette’s hands were injured, but it was nothing compared to the state of the person before him. Neuvillette’s gloves had little golden spikes on the knuckles, which had left the man’s face bloodied and ugly.

Grabbing some handcuffs from his pocket, Neuvillette restrained the man’s hands behind his back. Why did Neuvillette have handcuffs at the ready when he had no idea he would be dealing with a criminal beforehand? That can be left up to the imagination.

Still not totally satisfied, Neuvillette gave the man a sharp kick to the face before walking over to his desk. There, he found the article and photos that were described in the letters. He picked them up and resisted the urge to destroy them then and there. It would be crucial to have them for evidence.

Once he had gathered all the things he needed, he looked down at the man on the floor and coldly said, "Get up. I’m going to hand you over to the police. If you resist, I’m going to assume that you haven’t taken enough of a beating already."

After a while, Neuvillette walked back into your room. You looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled at you.

"Everything is okay now, darling. The man has been arrested."

Neuvillette brought you into his embrace and laid down with you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, so glad to finally get to feel a type of comfort you hadn’t felt in weeks.

"I love you, Neuvillette."

"I love you too, [Name]. You’re safe with me."

You listened to the slow rhythm of Neuvillette’s heartbeat, breathing in his calming scent as you fell asleep. That was the first night in three weeks that you didn’t have nightmares. You felt truly okay again.

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a pirate's life for me

pirate king wanda x fem reader

words: 2k

warnings: **18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI** thar be smüt ahead!!!!! and mentions of flushed cheeks

a/n: i'm on a roll today waow... this is NOT proofread btw but i hope you like it!! any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & welcomed :) xoxo

part 1 ❀ part 3 ❀ part 4

Life aboard the Scarlet Pearl was unlike anything you imagined. You'd heard all the stories of the crew and their captain, of how they were ruthless and fearsome, in strength as well as in numbers. Yet, for as cunning as they were said to be, they were just as commendable.

Pirate King Maximoff and their crew were said to ravage their way through the richest cities and take as much as possible. The government did everything in their power to stop them, but the pirates were always five steps ahead. On top of that, weeks later after the pillaging, the lower class people were suddenly able to afford better meals, to keep the fires in their hearths going all night. They could finally afford to live comfortably.

There was no way for the government to question it without looking greedy or heartless, so to save the shame of having someone else take better care of their people, they kept quiet. They'd soon find that people who lived in better conditions were happier to do labor.

You'd admired Pirate King Wanda ever since.

Growing up with a silver spoon in your mouth made it so you never even had a moment to question where your next meal would come from, or if you'd freeze to death during winter. When you were young, you'd never thought to question it. As you grew older, however, it became more and more obvious to you that something was not right.

On the nights you'd sneak out of the Manor, dressed in one of your lady’s maids' old dresses and worn out boots, you'd head down to the pub and eavesdrop on the stories people would tell. It didn't take long to learn of the famous Pirate King, even less time to learn of how desperately the townspeople longed for them to show up here. You had no one to tell, but you wished the same.

So, the fateful night they finally arrived, you knew you had to join their crew and set sail with them. You couldn't bear another minute of being around people who looked down their nose at others who had less than they did.

Which leads you to the present, elbows resting on the ledge of the ship, reminiscing on the months that have passed since you arrived.

You'd been utterly shocked and embarrassed to find out the very pirate you so brazenly spoke to in the Manor was the Pirate King Maximoff herself. She'd had a good laugh about it, but ultimately didn't hold it against you. She didn't want anyone to know she was a woman, anyway. As much as it annoyed her to admit, people were more likely to be afraid of her if they thought she was a man. She always made sure those people regretted that, though.

The setting sun kisses your cheeks as you breathe in the salty air of the surrounding sea. You've worked hard to prove your worth, and you have the callouses to show for it. The crew were rightfully wary of you at first, but thankfully, it wasn't long before they welcomed you with open arms.

Pirate King Maximoff, while never rude or hateful, still kept somewhat of a distance from you, always watching you work from her place at the helm. Her chief mate, Natasha, is never far, ready and waiting for new orders to pass along. She was the hardest to crack, but you'd recently had a breakthrough that left you smiling in your bunk later that night.

The wind whips through your hair and you sigh. You couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else now.

“Shouldn't you be getting some grub with the rest of the crew?”

You spin around quickly, startled at her voice. Captain Maximoff stands a few feet away, her eyes calculating as they usually are. Her tan skin glows in the sunlight and you're reminded, once again, of how utterly… handsome she is.

“Captain,” you acknowledge with a tip of your head. “I… I just wanted to have a moment to myself first.”

“I see,” she replies, “then don't let me keep you.”

“No!”

She stops, turning to you with an eyebrow cocked. You hope the flush along your cheeks can pass as being under the sun for too long.

“I mean, um. You don't have to leave.”

She tilts her head, quiet for a moment as she reads your expression. She's very good at it. You'd learned that quickly.

Whatever she finds must be enough to convince her to stay, because a few seconds later she takes the spot beside you, clasping her hands behind her back as she stares into the water.

“Do you do this often?” she asks curiously.

You tear your eyes away from her profile and back to the horizon. “Sometimes,” you confess.

“What for?” she prods.

“I’m not entirely sure,” you say. “I guess to remind myself how small I am, how minuscule my existence is in this vast world. That what I’m doing and have done is right and for the betterment of others more important than I.”

The captain doesn't immediately reply, contemplating your words. When she does speak, it's quiet.

“You are important, though. You are not minuscule. What you have done is important, I cannot deny that, but you must know it is for your betterment as well.”

You turn your gaze to her, frowning. You find her already looking at you and her stare is hard, willing you to believe what she is saying.

“I would not have agreed to let you on my ship if I thought you were not a good person. You've more than paid your dues. I will not hear another self-deprecating word from you.”

You swallow past the lump in your throat. “Thank you, Captain.”

Her eyes flit back and forth between yours. Without a word, she grabs your wrist and begins walking away, leaving you no choice but to follow. You're smart enough not to question her.

She takes you to her quarters, and when she shuts the door behind you, the locking clicking into place with finality, your heart begins to race. She walks around you until she stands in front of you. You try to hold her stare, but soon find your eyes dropping to the hollow point of her neck.

You've longed to touch her golden skin for ages now, knowing you shouldn't, but unable to fight the desire. There have been times, fleeting moments, where you thought your Pirate King felt the same, thought you’d caught her looking at you with hunger rather than inquisitiveness. Like the way she's looking at you now.

Feeling bold, you raise your shaky hands to trace the exposed skin along her open collar.

“If you still feel you have debts to be repaid,” she starts, her hands coming up to your hips, “you may repay them directly to me.”

You finally meet her eyes again. Now, you wonder how you could have missed the yearning, the equal desire burning there. You grip her collar in your fists and pull her into a kiss. Like a dam being broken, the Captain presses closer into your body, now cupping your cheeks as she deepens the kiss, flicking her tongue along your bottom lip. You open for her with a gasp, groaning when she licks the roof of your mouth. Your head is spinning, eagerness turning the kiss sloppy, yet no less heated.

She begins moving backwards, tugging you with her as her lips trail down your neck, licking and sucking marks into the skin there that have you whining and begging for more. The back of her knees hit the edge of her bed and she falls easily onto it, taking you with her. She's got you on her lap, hands bunching up the skirts of your dress around your hips.

“I thought you were crazy for refusing to wear trousers on deck, but I must confess it's much better access this way,” she teases.

You smile, cheeks pinking. “I'd hoped you'd find me prettier than the others,” you admit.

“Trust me, from the moment I saw you, you were the most beautiful creature I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.”

You have to kiss her again for that, tongue sliding against hers in a way that has you shivering and throbbing for more. You pull away, shifting back until you can kneel on the floor in front of her, holding her heavy-lidded stare.

“May I try something I've thought about, night after night since joining your crew?” you ask.

She nods with an interested quirk to her brows. You pull one of her legs forward so her boot is easier to get to. Biting your lip, you lift your skirts and yourself, shuffling forward and hovering for just a moment. When you lower yourself to sit atop her well-worn leather boot, it's still warm from the summer sun.

You see when it registers with her, what you're doing. Miraculously, the unflappable Pirate King’s cheeks begin flushing as you slowly grind your wet core on her boot.

“Christ,” she whispers.

You moan, clutching her thigh, your hips rolling your clit into the firm pressure of the leather. It feels far better than you expected. You rest your cheek on her knee, panting hotly against her trousers as you continue riding her boot. Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You moan when you realize she's unbuttoned her trousers and stuff her hand down them. You can see the way she's circling her fingers and it makes you grind faster.

She moans above you and your eyes snap to hers. She pushes your hair out of your face, tugging on your bottom lip. You suck her thumb into your mouth and she curses, eyes going glassy as her concentration splits between rubbing her own clit, watching your lips around her thumb, and the way your hips roll sinfully.

“You're either an angel or the devil,” she decides.

You pull off her thumb to mutter, “I'm whoever you want me to be,” then suck it right back into your mouth.

“What if I said I wanted you to be mine?” she whispers.

You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before opening them, sending her a pleading look as your hips pick up pace. Your pussy glides across her boot smoothly now, your wetness doing more than enough to help you along.

“Yeah? Wanna be the Pirate King’s kept woman? Want the rest of the crew to know you belong to me? I think you'd look even more stunning with my marks upon your beautiful neck.”

You can only nod, muffled moans slipping past her thumb in your mouth. Her hand quickens in her trousers and you stare, transfixed, your orgasm so close you can taste it.

“Come, my love. Come for me,” she pleads.

Your eyes roll back, the endearment going straight to your core. You grind harder, faster, until finally the building pleasure crests and swells and overwhelms you, coursing through your veins like wildfire. You moan and whimper, twitching as you ride out the high.

“You too,” you beg, breathless, pawing at her trousers until you can get your hand next to hers.

She cries out, then grits her teeth as your fingers help her reach climax. She throws her head back, mouth falling open on a silent moan as she comes, hips bucking into your hand.

“So beautiful, so handsome,” you praise and she groans, yanking your hand out of her trousers and tugging you back into her lap.

She kisses you fiercely, passion coating every second as the two of you come down. When you've both caught your breath, she kisses the tip of your nose, tipping both of you over to lie fully on the bed. She wipes her hand on her already soiled trousers, but you bite your lip, hesitating. Meeting her eyes once again, you lift your fingers, wet with her desire, to your mouth.

“A demon is what you are,” she accuses as you lick your fingers clean.

You smile. “You can't return me now. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid.”

She sighs dramatically. “Whatever shall I do with you?”

“I may have a few ideas, my Captain,” you tease.

She pushes you onto your back, kissing away your giggles until they turn into gasping moans.

(The crew hoot and holler when they see you next, your neck littered with bites, and a proud Pirate King smirking at your side.)

#avengers fic #marvel fic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[itzymaeee]

𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰

Summary: after the being teleported in Pandora it only took you few weeks to adapt at your surrounding, but one day the Na'vi who found you invited for you to come at the island for to enjoy the scenery but seeing everything what happend and the incident of his brother getting left behind beyond the reef.

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Pairings: platonic! Avatar x umbra with!human!reader

Tw: flashback,bullying and fighting,cursing, attempt murderer and long ass description

Authors note: hey sorry for not updating quickly I was stabbed by my cousin but anyways here's the story and also if you saw some errors and wrong grammar it

It's been a few weeks now after your arrival in Pandora due to your magic malfunction that cost you to be teleported far away from earth. So far you are taking it too well adapting to your surroundings for someone who got teleported and appeared in a foreign planet, So yes your doing good except for a certain blue cat-man who constantly likes to disturb you everytime he visit.

Neteyam never fails to visit you everyday after him and his siblings being taught the reef na'vi of their ways by the son and daughter of the clan Chief. Everytime he visit you he always teach you some info about Pandora and it's culture and their deity Eywa, He also teached you of their laungage according to him so you won't get killed due to miscommunication if ever a na'vi found you (little does he knows you can understand him perfectly due to your magic) let's just say it has a trial and errors.

Learning from neteyam is either learn quickly or be hitted of course you will hit him back harder.

"Na'ri"

"Ngari?"

"NA'RI!!"

"NA'WII??" A sigh of irratition and sound of being hitted was heard but of course a few second there was a another sound but being smacked harder and a hiss and whine from him. But one time he brought you some food to share it with you that was prepared by his mother for him and siblings to eat after their class. Since he was worried you might be starving since he never got a time to visit you, Touched by his thoughtfulness and kind gesture even though you can survive without a meal due to your training you accepted the food and eat it.

Sadly you will regret it later.

"Y/n are you alright? Is the food not up to your liking?

"....."

"Wait, why is your face turning whit-"

"BY THE GREAT MOTHER Y/N!!" Let's just say both of you agreed that you won't consume any Pandora livestock since you almost died due to food poisoning.

There was a day Neteyam will straight up complaining about his dad,his siblings especially the brother and the chief son who constantly harassing them to you while you where either busy meditating or waving something so you are stuck listening to him complaining to the point you already knew what he will to complain the next time he visit.

"Ugh I swear if he don't shut up and say another snide remarks around me and my siblings for being freaks and having a demon blood I would punch him"

"Then why wouldn't you do it? So he will stop harassing you guys?"

"What no dad would get angry at me for fighting the olektyan son and also his going to scold me"

"Bah! Fuck about your dad opinion because if I were you I would have beat his ass before I he can utter some insult at me and my sibling"

"Tempting sadly I could do nothing I can only threaten them with words"

So today was peaceful since neteyam was teaching you to wave some bracelet with the shells and pearl he found during their breathing exercises. He was teaching you how to twist,insert and knot so the seaweed it won't tear up while waving it, as you were to busy at the task at your hand you noticed that neteyam stopped waving and a look of thinking was present at his face.

"Hey y/n I was thinking how about you visit the island tomorrow?" He said at you, while you stopped what you were doing and looked at him dead in the eyes "Neteyam have you forgotten that your people hates humans? Do you want be dead the moment I step on the island?" I said to him deadpan during my stay here in the Pandora I have come to understand why the Na'vi hates the human so much, the human took everything greedily without care the surrounding to this world heck they have the nerve to act like the victim when the locals in this land fought back they are just like their ancestors disgusting.

He shook his head at what you said and looked at you determinely "I know but I was thinking far away to the village so the people won't see you, since you have been stayed cooped up in the cave this past few weeks I was thinking a changed of scenery?" He said you looked at neteyam softly for his concern at you, technically you could careless where you at but this past few weeks neteyam was making an effort at you always visiting and teaching you to the point you notice his always tired.

You sighed and nodded at neteyam he smiled brightly at you while you just rolled your eyes and smiled back at him "Good I will come back here to fetch you and I will bring you to the island tomorrow" you nodded at him. After hours of waving with neteyam he have decided to go back since his parents will notice that he was gone and was not at island, the two of you said your farewells while watching him return to the island you might have forgotten to tell him you already have visited the island where he and his family was staying up at your crow form but you just shrugged that thought.

Morning came and you decided to surprise him there. As you were standing outside the cave you were staying at you transformed into your crow form and flow up at the sky and headed at the island where neteyam was. As you were flying the scenery never fails to take your breath away the Pandora is truly beautiful throught it's blue aquatic clear seas you can see different marine life and it's corals and it's gigantic mangrove tree that serves as the village of the people in the island.

As you were nearing you saw some group of kids circling a girl at the beach looking at closely it's neteyam sister Kiri. As you put a spell on yourself to not be seen and you landed at the bushes as you watched neteyam brother lo'ak came to interfer to stop the chief son and his friends to making fun of Kiri. Let's just say you were highly entertained at what's happening and chanting for lo'ak to beat their asses but the chief son and his friends continues harassing them despite Kiri yelling to stop and lo'ak stopping their hands from pulling his tails at their grasp. And an angry neteyam came.

He pushed everyone away from his brother "you heard what she said leave them alone". While looking at the fish boy coldly. Fish boy friend was gonna say something stupid but he put his hands to stop while looking at neteyam stoicly "Back off. Now" Neteyam said seriously at fish boy as he put both hands into surrender position signaling he will back off as neteyam looked at everyone "from now on I want you all to respect my sister" he said to each on of them with authority that he won't hesitate to beat anyone who will continue harassing his siblings. One of fish boy friends hisses at him angry at what neteyam said to them while kiri sticked her tongue out teasing them while neteyam called his brother and sister to leave.

But sadly it escalated when lo'ak decided to punch fish boy and his friends jumped at lo'ak. You were just laughing while everyone was fighting seeing lo'ak getting his tail pulled and being slapped of fish boy friends tail and you noticed neteyam jumped in at the fight to help his brother while kiri was telling them to stop it "This is stupid" Kiri said while rolling her eyes but smiled while watching the fight. But sadly boys are boys they continued fighting,the fight was 2 vs 4 but you laughed harder watching lo'ak getting pulled by his tails but pulling the other boy ears while yelling at pain both you and Kiri just laughed at this stupid fight. But sadly the fight ended when a local who noticed the fight and fetched both the chief and neteyam dad.

As you were waiting for neteyam to come out of his home after he and his brother got scolded by their father and told his brother to apologies his brother immediately left angrly while neteyam followed after. As neteyam was walking a little far away from the village and heading straight where his ilu was to so he can fetch you, you have decided to reveal your presence to neteyam.

"Psst! Neteyam!" You called him he immediately looked at his right and saw you standing there hiding at the bushes. Neteyam was shocked seeing you here while you smiling at him teasingly. "Y/n? Wait how did you came here?" He asked clueless "wait a second did you just arrived here just now? How did you got here without a ilu?" As he walked were you at. "Well let's just say I saw everything" you cheekly said at him while neteyam just looked at you confused.

"What do you mean you saw everything?" He asked while you just smiled at him waiting for him to realized what at you said. And his face turned a dark shade of purple as he realized you saw the whole fight as you just laughed at him seeing him flustered. "you know you should have pulled their hair it will times hurt more" you said to neteyam as he just groned "can we just please not talk about what happened earlier?" He pleaded as you laughed harder.

It took an hour for neteyam to make you stop teasing him while the two of you were walking side by side at beach a little far away from the village but still close. The two of you were at the shore picking up some seashells and colorful stone for you to add to the bracelet you were waving and for his sister's to use. "Oh neteyam look at this sheshell I found" you said at him happily as neteyam come next to you and holds your hands as he inspect the sheshell you found.

"Wow I never saw a sheshell like this before not even the shells tuk and Kiri carried" he said as he inspected the shell that resemblance like a pearl. "How about you give this to your sister's especially to Kiri" you said to neteyam softly he removed his attention at the shell as he looked at you while you just smiled as you hold his hand give it at him. "It might cheer her up after what happend" as neteyam was going to refuse but both of you froze as you heard a person coming near at you while calling neteyam name.

Panicking neteyam pushed you at his back not noticing you changed into your crow form. As the person calling neteyam came closer, it was just tuk running at neteyam to show him the shells she found while looking at the beach "neteyam! Look at what I found" as tuk happily run at him while showing the shell she found. "Oh wow tuk this is pretty" he said at her.

But tuk stopped and noticed something at his brother back while looking at closely what it was. Noticing this neteyam panickly showed the shell you found for distraction."tuktuk look at what I found for you and Kiri to have" as he showed the pearl shell. And it worked as tuk immediately looked at the shell wow'ed. "Teyam where did you found this? This is so pretty oh I can't wait to show this to Kiri and to mama" as tuk happily holds the shell.

But before neteyam can reply a squak of sound was heard behind him and both tuk and him jumped at the strange sound as he turned around he was meet into a strange feathered creature. Realized that the strange creature was you as tuk hided at neteyam back while looking scared at you. "Neteyam what is that?" Tuk quietly said as you tilted your head and swim closer at tuk, as tuk was holding his brother as a shield neteyam holded gently tuk arm to reassure her doesn't mean harm when you got closer at tuk you affectionately peck tuk cheeks and caressing your head at tuk arm lovely.

A few caressing and a soft squak came from you make tuk comfortable. she started petting you softly feeling the soft feathers you have she smiled while looked at neteyam. "Teyam look at this creature it has a soft feather" as she continued to pet and neteyam also started petting you enjoying the soft feathers. Let's just say it turned into a petting season and it only stopped when Neteyam noticed it's almost eclipse and told tuk to go home and that you need to go since it's almost nigh time, but tuk resisting that she wants to you bring back at the village but neteyam told her no since you need to go home so tuk petted you last time and bid you farewell.

"Damn we almost got caught there" you said as you returned back beside neteyam. "So when will you gonna tell me you can turn into a creature?" He said at you while you scoffed "What do you mean creature for your information it's a crow, what you never saw a bird that has a feather?" You sass at him while he just looked at you deadpan. You just sighed as you walk off from the water and headed straight to near the village while neteyam hurriedly followed you.

Neteyam constantly pester you about how did you turned into your crow form meanwhile you turn deaf to any words he asked as the two of you continue walking both of heard a group of boys laughing. And looking at where it was you saw it was the chief son and his friends laughing something as they dismount in their ilu. Neteyam grasped your hands and quietly and walked away from the group so the both of you won't be noticed by them. But stopped when both of you heard what they were laughing about.

"Can't believe he thought we were going hunting" said on of fish boy friends as he laughed "yeah right and it only takes for him to agree to got outside of the reef is to meantion his older brother" as the group walked while still laughing as fish boy has a smirk at his face "I think he can find his way back after all his toruk makto son?". Hearing who it was you felt neteyam tighten his hold at your hands as you looked at him worriedly at him and to lo'ak.

Letting go of your hand he angryly walked at the direction where the group who was still laughing. As you quietly headed at the bushes to hide you watched neteyam pushed the others and holding the shoulders to to face him. The scene was scary seeing neteyam beared his fangs and hissed at fish boy friends run away and he who looked scared after threatining fish boy to tell him everything when he told what happend neteyam looked at him deadly as he grasped fish boy neck hard as both of them walked at the village to his house.

You who was still hiding at bushes while watching some volunteer go on search party to find lo'ak as you continue to watch you saw neteyam and heading along with his father but stopped as he looked at you and quietly headed at you. But stopped as you looked at him with no "it's okay I can go home your brother is important go find him" you mouthed at him and tilted your head to go follow his father. Looking complicated but nodded as he turn and walked where his father at.

Waiting for a min to check if the coast clear as you transformed back into your crow form and flies at the sky. While flying you saw the lights on the sea and looking closely they found his brother and now heading straight back at the village. You sigh a relief that he was found and nothing worse happen continuing to head where your cave at as you nearing it you transformed back and walked inside as you laid down the shell you found with neteyam at the beach near the woven mat as you laid down exhausted at today's event.

Taglist:

@bitch-i-lovee-you

@mandokarla-mavrok

@anxiety-queer

@yu-rylee

@phantomalex14

@blackgaladriel

@spqce-bun

#avatar #avatar 2 #awotw #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x you #awotw x reader #avatar kiri #loak #neteyam #jake sully #aonung #metkayina #avatar fanfiction #bayonetta

[friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n]

Was wondering if you’d be able to write an Eddie Munson one shot/imagine with Hoppers (Gn) kid. :)

A/N - Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. (I am currently binge watching Gravity Falls.)

“Hey, officer! We need to report a crime!” Jason, and two of his friends ran up to you. You knew they were some of the kids from the basketball team, considering when you tried to have a conversation with Lucas, it’s all he would talk about.

“Yeah? What is it?” You didn’t like him, he seemed like a popular douchebag.

“It’s Eddie! He’s dating someone thats as hot as you!” He was grinning, his two friends behind him laughing.

“Haha, you’re so fucking funny. Get out of here before I punch your fucking teeth out.”

“Officer! Relax, we’re just having fun. Did you forget what that is?” He still didn’t know how to fuck off, did he?

“I have more fun writing papers then your girlfriend could ever have riding your dick, cunt. Now screw off.” You walked away, leaving the stunned possum there to be mocked by his friends.

“What they want?” Dustin came up to you, and now walked alongside you.

“What do you think? They almost always mess with me. It started right after-“

“You arrested Jason cause you caught him underage drinking, I know. By the way, Eddie is looking for you, he wants to show you something.” Dusting grabbed you by the forearm and walked you somewhere.

“I’m guessing you know but you’re not going to tell me cause he told you keep it secret?”

“Yep.”

“Wonderful. How’s your mom doin’?”

“She’s fine, she’s nearly always fine unless she can’t find me.”

“Hey! Remember, I have to keep a close eye on everyone and their cats. Especially considering my dad was chief of police. I have a major role to step up too, and it’s not easy when everyone considers you a joke cause you’re barely out of high school.”

“I see where you’re coming from, but I feel like I may be the wrong person to complain to. Nancy would understand better than anyone.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just frustrated is all. How’s hellfire doin’?”

“It’s going great. Mine and Mike’s costume shirts are almost done. Thanks for telling us about the club, we might’ve found out too late otherwise.”

“Nah, Eddie would’ve let you join, he likes you both. That and I would have convinced him to if he had told you no.”

“Yeah, cause we’re your favourite teenagers and you love us.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Henderson.” You watched in amusement as he turned to you, mouth agape and brows furrowed, looking insulted.

You chuckled, it was easy to annoy the kid. He was loveable, but slightly gullible.

"Well, are you at least telling me where we're going? You've dragged me nearly across the school."

"Parking lot."

"How many bullies you got so far?"

"I don't know, at least 12 though."

"R.I.P."

"Whatever, we're here. Eddie!" Dustin stopped you at Eddies old van. The side door opened and Eddie stepped out.

"Hello Love." He pulled your hand up, and kissed your knuckles. "I hope my friend treated with respect."

"I've known him way longer then you have Munson. Second, he treats me with respect cause he knows ill beat his ass."

"They'vedone it before."

"I hit you once."

"I still threw up."

"Hey, treat my guy/gal with respect!!"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, anyway, look here." Eddie pulled you towards the van, the door he existed still open.

When you peered inside, it was a mini cuddle space. Blankets, pillows, and two containers with music and candy. Fairy lights were hung around the posters that were on the vans walls.

"Holy shit! This is epic! Did you do this today?"

“Yeah, I skipped my last two periods to work on it beanie.”

“What have I said about skipping school? You can get in trouble for that shit. And don’t act like you don’t fucking know.”

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I really wanted it to be special for you." He cupped your face with both his hands, smiling down at you softly.

"It is, but don't skip class for me, Dork. I thought 86' was your year?"

"It is baby, I promise. Just thought I should surprise you is all, you deserve to be spoiled.”

“That sounds sweet and cheesy. Let’s go!”

You climbed into the back of his van and sat down on the blankets. Eddie grinned and closed the door, walking around and jumping into the drivers seat.

“Where are we off to?”

“A cliff of sorts, I wanna stare gaze and snuggle up with you in the blankets.”

He chuckled. “Can do babe, but it won’t be dark for a few more hours. Wanna do anything in between then?”

“Ice cream?”

<3.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson x hopper reader #Eddie Munson x police reader #Jim hopper x reader #Jim hopper x daughter reader #Jim hopper x son reader #Jim hopper x gender neutral reader #Jim hopper x gn reader #Eddie Munson x male reader #Eddie Munson x gender neutral reader #Eddie Munson x gn reader #hellfire club

[mcx7demonbros]

And They Meet Again (Ft. MC! Angelo)

Angelo is kid!MC, so all relationships are platonic.

Warning. Kidnapping attempt.

Other parts before this: The Summonings ; the Godson They Had Forgotten.

Mammon’s Demonio 666 Lexura stopped in front of a middle school, St. Philip Neri Catholic Middle School. It was a rainy day in Rome, and the three brothers in the car didn’t see many people walking by.

Lucifer got off the car first. He could sense something was wrong with the school.

“Mammon, Satan. We need to hurry up and find the boy. He’s in danger.”

Mammon intended to ask “What’s wrong?”, but he decided not to when he saw Lucifer’s seriousness. The three dashed through the school’s gate before turning into their demon forms. In the school’s ground, they saw a scene which might be strange to all normal people. Teachers, religious sisters, young students lying on the ground, unconscious.

“Someone puts a sleeping spell and a isolation spell on the whole school.” Satan commented as he looked around. “I don’t think the boy we’re trying to find is here.”

“Go find the boy and the person who’s causing this.” Mammon turned to the flock of crows that had been gathering on the roof of the school. Hearing the order, the flock dispersed to find the persons Greed was asking for.

Meanwhile, at the physical education room, a black-hair skinny boy entered. He found the room where his teachers placed physical education equipments and hid inside. He still couldn’t believe what had happened to him today.

That morning, Angelo woke up at the usual time, had breakfast with his “Papa”, his adopted father, Pope Gregory XVII and went to school with some of the Swiss Guards and Italian Secret Service secretly protecting him. While he was studying in his History class, everyone, his teacher, friends and bodyguards suddenly fell asleep. A demon appeared and introduced himself as Uno - one of the barons in Hell and he came to capture Angelo because the boy was the Seven Rulers’ Godson. Angelo managed to run away despite his weak health and he had been trying to hide from Uno since.

O Lord, please send someone to help me. Angelo silently prayed as he made the sacred sign.

The door to the physical education suddenly opened as the demon Uno stepped inside the room. Angelo tried to limit his breath so the demon couldn’t find him. He could feel the scar around his neck becoming painful. It had been like that every time Angelo was in danger. His adopted father the Pope, who was the Chief Exorcist before his elevation to the Papal Chair, told him when he was 11 that the scar was left by the prickly tail of the demon lord Belphegor, which wrapped around his neck when he was an infant.

“I think we should end this role-playing as cat and mouse.” Uno said. “I have let you run away enough.” The demon walked towards the equipment room’s door. Angelo was scared so he tried to hold his breath but he couldn’t due to his weak health.

“Here you are.” Uno smirked as he opened the door and saw Angelo inside. He grabbed the boy by his skinny arm.

“Let me go, you evil demon.” Angelo tried his best to resist the demon, but to no avail. To Uno, the boy’s resistance was nothing but annoyance people got from a fly being around them.

However, the golden cross on Angelo’s neck suddenly brightened up. It was so bright that every one in the school’s vicinity could see it, including the three brothers.

“Bad devil, what’s this?” Uno screamed as he couldn’t see through the light. Angelo took the chance when the demon loosening his grip to escape.

The boy ran to the door and opened it to run away. However, the moment he opened the door, Angelo saw a demon with four black wings standing outside, who was trying to open the door too. Behind him was another two demons, one with blond hair and green eyes, the other had silver hair and blue eyes.

Seeing the three demons, Angelo thought he was done for so he closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

Strange, my scar is not hurting anymore. Angelo said to himself.

“Ah, I see, a piece of the True Cross is hidden inside that golden cross ornament. That explains the holy light we saw.” The demon with four wings said.

Contrary to what Angelo had thought, the three demons walked past him and face the demon Uno.

“M-my lords…”

“Save your breath. You will need them later to scream.”

“Don’t open your eyes, ok?” One of the demons said to him with a warm voice before covering his ears.

After 10 minutes, Angelo felt the hands covering his ears leaving them, he knew it was over so he turned around to face the demons. Angelo knew from what he learnt that running away maybe a better idea, but he guessed running away from those demons that had saved him was probably not a good idea.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence since no one was willing to speak first.

“Aren’t you going to greet your godfathers?”, the demon with crimson eyes spoke first, “Angelo Lucifer Mammon Leviathan Satan Asmodeus Beelzebub Belphegor.”

Angelo’s Profile & Masterlist

#obey me #omswd #obey me mc: angelo #obey me oc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me kid mc #obey me platonic

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?

And here it is! The second in my series of songfics, and was this a punch in the feels to write, lemme tell ya! Artzy, this one goes out to you! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Special thanks to Sparky for helping me with some of the dialogue! Our tale begins just a few months after the tragic deaths of Queen Penny and Queen Alyssa of Arendelle…

A solemn and mournful feeling hung in the air in the palace of Arendelle. The deaths of their beloved queens, just months before, still weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the palace.

The servants in the grand hall looked up as four-year-old Prince Kiran darted past them, no doubt heading for his older brother’s bedroom. Hesitantly, they smiled. Perhaps some fun would lift the spirits of both boys.

Stopping outside one of the large windows in the hall, Kiran gasped excitedly when he saw the snow falling from the sky, before racing to his brother’s door.

“Marc?”

Kiran knocked on the door in the special beat he and Marc had come up with as a sort of passcode. Practically bouncing on his heels, he asked…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Come on, let's go and play!

The large mounds of snow outside were perfect for some winter fun, and Kiran just knew that a day of sledding and snow angels would cheer the both of them up.

I never see you anymore

Come out the door!

It's like you've gone away…

With a sad expression suddenly overtaking his features, Kiran slumped downward, sitting with his back against the door.

We used to be best buddies

And now we're not.

I wish you would tell me why!

It had been over a month since he and Marc had last played together, and Kiran missed his brother terribly. Why wouldn’t Marc come out of his room? Had Kiran done something wrong?

Do you wanna build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman...

Kiran pressed his eye up to the keyhole, trying to see what his brother was up to in there.

“N-Not now, Kiran.”, came Marc’s quiet and hesitant reply. The younger prince slumped sadly and turned to walk away from the door.

“Okay, bye...”

Sitting, looking out over the kingdom, that evening, the elder prince of Arendelle jumped back in fright as his windowsill was suddenly coated in a thick layer of ice under his hands.

Alarmed, Marc called for Su-Han, the chief Royal Advisor, who came in bearing a solemn expression. He opened an ornate wooden box, revealing it to contain a pair of dark gloves made of a thick fabric the boy didn’t recognize.

“Put these gloves on. They will help you to control it.”, he said sternly, and Marc quickly obeyed. To the prince’s relief, the gloves seemed to work to stop his magic.

“Conceal it…”, the old advisor prompted. Marc knew what came next, it was an old rhyme meant to help him withhold his magic.

“Don't feel it.”

“Don’t let it show.”, the two finished together. Su-Han nodded, before his solemn expression turned deadly serious.

“Now, you must NEVER take these off. You could KILL someone with that power if you're not careful.”, he told the young prince coldly. With a frightened expression, Marc nodded.

“O-ok. I promise.”

Two years passed since that night, and young Prince Kiran, now six, was once again racing to his brother’s room! Maybe Marc would come out to play today. They had been sharing meals together as of late, after all! Sure, he sat at one of the long table and Marc at the other, and they didn’t really talk, but it was something!

Kiran knocked the cheerful beat of their secret code in Marc’s door, before he asked the question he did about every two days or so.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Or ride our bike around the halls?

I think some company is overdue

I've started talking to the pictures on the walls!

Kiran was honestly starting to go mad with no one to play with! So he hoped with all his heart that this would be the day Marc would say yes!

It gets a little lonely

All these empty rooms

The servants all just went about their business, mostly keeping to themselves, leaving Kiran to wander the halls of the enormous palace with nothing much to do but stare at the time passing.

Just watching the hours tick by...

The young prince flopped down in front of the large grandfather clock in one of the various sitting rooms of the palace, making ticking sounds with his tongue against his teeth.

Meanwhile….

Sitting on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by jagged ice stalagmites, tears running down his cold cheeks, was Prince Marc. Looking up, he met the angry, cold and disapproving gaze of Su-Han.

“I-I didn't mean to do it...it-it's getting stronger, no matter what I do...”, Marc stammered out, the icy spires growing larger as he curled in on himself.

“Getting upset makes it worse. Calm down, now.”, the elder man said sternly, making a motion to grab the prince, who jumped back in panic.

“NO! Don't touch me! I don't wanna hurt you!”, he cried, as he took tentative steps back toward the wall. Su-Han shook his head with a look of disappointment.

“You'll only ever hurt people if you don't learn to control yourself and your emotions. THIS is why you can't see your brother. Why the people of the kingdom can't know what you are.”

Trembling, Marc looked at the man, pleading for any answers he could give.

“Wh-what can I do? How do I fix this?”

His expression turning solemn as stone once again, Su-Han answered:

“You must learn to keep your power sealed away inside you at all times, and at any cost. You must master discipline and control, and until you do that, you MUST remain isolated. With this magic of yours, it's simply too dangerous.”

Marc looked at the man in utter despair. At this rate, he would spend the rest of his life alone in this room! And Kiran…

“Just... let Kiran keep seeing me for meals, please? I'lI wear the gloves. I'll stay far away, I won’t even speak. Please, I…I just need to know he's ok!”, Marc pleaded, feeling his spirit start to break once more.

“Once I see proof of you improving, we'll discuss it.”

Another two years passed, and a letter arrived at the palace of Arendelle. The elder prince had been invited to attend the prestigious Francois Preparatory Academy! He would be leaving in only a day’s time. Eight-year-old Prince Kiran now walked solemnly down the hall, having just spoken with Advisor Su-Han.

“There is something…very wrong with your brother. He is going away to get it fixed.”

And so Kiran found himself, yet again, in front of Marc’s door, giving three solemn knocks, unable to even muster their special code.

Marc, please I know you're in there

People are asking where you've been…

Gossip was spreading through the kingdom about the reclusive elder prince. Kiran didn’t believe any of the ridiculous stories the village folk came up with, but he longed to know what was actually going on with his brother. What was this “terrible illness” that made Marc isolate himself?

They say, "Have courage," and I'm trying to

I'm right out here for you

Just let me in

Kiran wondered if his brother felt the same sadness he did. It had been years since they had a proper conversation. If they could even spend a moment together, perhaps this rift between them could heal. The deaths of their mothers had hit them both so hard, but they still had each other. If only Marc would open this door…

We’ve only had each other

Now, you’re about to leave…

What am I gonna do?

Even if he rarely ever saw Marc nowadays, just the assurance that he was there was one of the few things that got Kiran through each day. Now, he wouldn’t even have that…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

When he received no response from his older brother, Kiran pushed himself to his feet and walked down the hall to his own room, tears slipping from his silvery eyes.

On the other side of the heavy oaken door, Prince Marc stood with head against the ice-coated wood, tears of his own sliding down his frigid cheeks.

Kiran, I know you're out there…

I hear you every day

Four long years, he had listened to his brother, asking him to spend some time together, his heart breaking a little more with each time he had to refuse. He missed Kiran more than anything.

I want to tell you everything, I really wish…

That I could say…

As far as Kiran knew, Marc had a terrible sickness that required him to stay away from everyone, for their own safety. He longed more than anything to tell him the truth, to let him know that the last thing he wanted was to push his little brother away like this.

I want to be beside you! To help you through…

If only he could just have a moment with his brother, he would give him a hug and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But Su-Han would never allow that, and perhaps he was right in feeling that way. Marc never forgot the…accident for a moment.

Believe me I need you too…

I want to build a snowman…

Marc sank down to sit with his back to the door, burying his head in his knees as a fresh swell of tears overtook him, the ice around him spreading even further.

‘Goodbye, Kiran. I promise I’ll come back better for you…’

I’m not crying, YOU’RE CRYING! Anyway, there it was folks! LMK what you thought in comments and reblogs! Oh, FYI, Marc’s part is Elsa’s Reply by Elsie Lovelock on YouTube!

Link: https://youtu.be/MutnK1UbdRk

Coming up next in this series is Zero to Hero! Keep and eye out! Love and hugs!

#miraculous ladybug #class of heroes #disney au #mlb ocs #marc anciel #Kiran anciel #Elsa #Anna #frozen #songfic #do you want to build a snowman #Youtube

[abbygirly]

Heeeey guys!!! I'm back with Part II!! I'm sorry it took me a few days. I had a minor surgery yesterday and I was freaking out lol

I hope you enjoy reading and wait for Part III, when things will finally get HOT!!

Tell me what do you think!! ❤️

I spent night after night thinking about Hopper and I didn't know what I could do to make him finally give in and make his move. I felt deep down that he was also interested. When I was younger, his bear hugs were playful and he would tickle me to make me laugh; now, I feel him holding his breath, not letting our bodies get too close, and his eyes linger on my curves and his jokes are mostly innuendos about how much I grew up and how he'll have to "beat up any stupid guy that gets too close to me".

The thing is: Hawkins is a small place and I knew that, if anyone saw us together, the news would spread like wildfire and I didn't want that to happen.

I had to come up with something. Fast.

Summer came and my friends decided to celebrate the end of class by going to a bar. It was Friday and I was at Nancy's house getting ready. I knew Hopper likes to have a drink or two after finishing work at the station, so I wanted to dress up to get this attention.

-How does this look? - I asked Nancy.

I wore a black dress that emphasized my curves perfectly. The dress was halfway up my thighs with a discreet neckline that made my breasts look amazing.

-It looks great!! You can keep this one, I'm too flat to wear that.

-Oh, stop it, Nance. Let's go already before it gets crowded. I want to wait for Hopper there.

-Are you sure you're going through with this plan?

-I have to. I won't be able to live with this feeling, whatever it is. I need to know if he feels the same and I want him to be my first.

I want him to be the only one, but we'll take one step at a time.

-OK, but be careful not to get hurt.

-I'll be careful.

We arrived at the bar and it was full of my classmates, drinking and dancing. Nancy and I sat down with Jonathan at one of the tables and I ordered a drink, looking around nonstop, looking for Hopper.

I hope he shows up today. This might be the best opportunity to make my fantasies come true.

Later, another friend of mine took me to the dancefloor and I felt completely free, swaying to the beat of the music and singing along. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

I was dancing, forgetting about Hopper for a while, when I felt someone getting closer to me. When I looked up, a guy was dancing by my side. He was thirty-five or something. I stepped away from him, getting back to the table, looking for Nancy and Jonathan, but they were probably outside, making out. I sat on the bar and asked for another drink when I felt a strong hand on my shoulders.

-Hey! You left me standing there!

-I'm not interested.

-You didn't even give me a chance.

He was clearly drunk, trying to remain on his feet, but his legs could barely stand still.

-I don't want to talk to you!

-You little bitch! - he yelled, trying to punch me in the face, but some other guys grabbed his arm. - This little girl needs to learn a lesson.

-C'mon, man. Leave her alone - someone said, but he wouldn't give in so easily.

-No! She's with me.

-What the hell is going on here? - I heard behind me; that voice. HIS VOICE.

I turned around, meeting Jim Hopper's eyes.

-Hey, she's with me! - the drunk guy said, grabbing me by my hair.

Huge mistake.

Hopper wasn't wearing his uniform. He wore a flannel blue shirt and jeans, looking sexy as hell. This guy wasn't from around here, because everyone knows Chief Hopper in Hawkins.

Hopper took him by his arms, pulling him against the wall. The people around us all stepped away, knowing it was better to stay out of the chief's way.

-You don't touch her, do you understand? You don't touch a fucking hair out of her head!!

-Fuck you, man.

Drunk guy was brave enough to try and punch Hopper, but Jim was much bigger than him and easily dropped him to the ground.

-You're under arrest for assaulting the chief of police. Get the fuck up.

Hopper handcuffed him. The bar owner called the police station so someone could come and take the guy. Meanwhile, Hopper looked at me, realizing what I was wearing, his eyes trailed down my body, staring at me. The hunger in his eyes made me feel like a prey, helpless. A shiver ran down my body, concentrating between my legs.

-What the fuck are you doing here, Abby?

TO BE CONTINUED...

#chief hopper #chief jim hopper #david harbour #hopper #stranger things #hopper smut #romance

[pukanavis]

Plum Blossoms and Snowflakes | Plum Blossom 2

Madara: “A big thanks to everyone for coming to our live today~!”

“Let’s get excited and stop Mayoi-san from needing to repeat a year, woo-hooo ☆”

Mayoi: “Madara-san, I would appreciate it if you didn’t say that so loud…”

Eichi: “Yes, there’s no need to raise your voice. I’ve had speakers installed so that you can be heard all throughout the school.”

“In fact, we’re broadcasting across the entire world ♪”

Mayoi: “Hyaah! D-Did you say the entire world!?”

“This is too much shame for me to handle, I want to crawl into a pit…!”

Niki: “Mayo-chan, Mayo-chan. Before you go hiding in a pit, can you do me a favour?”

“I’m feeling hungry, so would you go backstage and grab me something to eat?”

Mayoi: “Huh? But we’re in the middle of a show!?”

Niki: “I’m a danger when I get hungry, I’ll go on a rampage if this doesn’t get fixed!”

“If you won’t go backstage then I’ll just have to eat you instead!”

Mayoi: “Uhm, Shiina-san, I’m not food?”

Niki: “Nyahaha, that mouth-watering scent I’m picking up says otherwise~” 

“Can I take a bite? Just a finger will do!”

Mayoi: “Ah, please get away from meeee!”

Mayoi: —What if it ends up like that…!? Aaah, just thinking about it makes my stomach churn.

Akiomi: Why would you ever pick those people?

Mayoi: I thought it would be better to imagine the worst possible scenario.

Akiomi: I see. Well, Mikejima-kun and Tenshouin-kun have already graduated, and Shiina-kun isn’t even a student here so the combination you’ve thought of is entirely irregular…

Besides, you don’t need to form a team entirely with strangers. Don’t you remember? I said I’d prefer you to find people you don’t interact with often if possible.

I assure you, there’s students out there that want to help you. Even if it has only been half a year, you must have formed some sort of bond with the others.

I’m eager to see what you’ll do, Ayase-kun.

Time: A few minutes later

Mayoi: —I’ll excuse myself then.

(How pathetic of me. I’ve been living carefree without any concern for how my credits have been faring.)

(I need to find people outside of ALKALOID that I don’t regularly talk to…I could ask Narukami-san or Kagehira-san, couldn’t I?)

(The idea of working with people I’m not close to is terrifying, so I can’t even begin to muster up the courage to approach anyone.)

(But I have to form a temporary unit in order to graduate. If I end up having to repeat the year—)

(...That reminds me, Ritsu-san mentioned how he had to repeat a grade.)

(He said it wasn’t entirely a bad thing.)

(Although I’ve been enrolled at Yumenosaki for three years, I’ve only been attending like a ‘real’ student would for six months or so.)

(If I repeated a grade, I could remain a student for one year longer…)

(I might even be able to create the memories I longed for to make my own graduation album.)

(Not to mention, I’d be in the same class as Hiiro-san and Chief—)

Mayoi: (Ah, I forgot about Chief! If I graduated, he’d be left all alone in the Ninja Club!)

(Aah, I couldn’t possibly abandon him like that!)

(I don’t know what I'd do with myself if I put him through such misery…!)

(...)

Mayoi: (...I’m terribly sorry, Kunugi-sensei, but I’m going to surrender myself to the course of fate. I’ll repeat another year without resistance.)

(For someone as socially-inept as me, forming a temporary unit was a lost cause from the very start.)

(This is the best choice. I’m sure of it.)

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#mayoi

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 2: The magnificent seven

Pairing: 80's Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut (Virgin Noel and Virgin Reader, Loss of virginity, P in V sex, unprotected sex), language, mention of blood and wounds, maybe a few spelling mistakes but I hope not

Words: 4632

Summary: You and Noel are now misfit teens. Something happens in high school, you think Noel is being beaten by his father, and something that wasn't planned at all in your mind happens.

A/N: Heya ! Merry Late Christmas ! I'm late, my computer had a problem and I couldn't publish the chapter without it. This chapter might maybe shock some of you because there is CONSENSUAL smut between teenagers, and they're not underage ! I don't usually write this type of stuff because it makes me ill at ease, but this is part of the story so I had to deal with it the way I could. I recall that sexual majority and age of consent in the UK is 16 years old. In case I might have problems or maybe you doubt it, here's a link that will witness what I say : https://lawstuff.org.uk/police-and-law/age-of-consent/

I just hope you won't report this chapter, I took a lot of time writing it and it would spoil my work so if you're shocked I'd advice you to to skip it and not read it, but you might have missing elements for the rest so it's both my problem and not at all. As per usual... Enjoy !

“Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! »

1982:

Teenage years came, the outsider era as well, Noel and I were now 15 years old. We still were neighbours and the best of friends, we were inseparable. Noel and I now had some male friends. He had stopped stammering. We were some kind of hooligans, and I wasn’t scared to fight with someone else if needed.

Most days, we were skipping high school to eat these famous “magic mushrooms”.

Noel was still in probation for what he did 4 months before. When he was still 14, he robbed a local store and was arrested. That’s when he decided to learn guitar.

We were punks, heading out every weekend without our parents knowing to go to gigs, and to go in fields to watch the stars and smoke pot, taking the cassette-radio with us to listen to The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd or even the Sex Pistols. I had the Cassettes and Noel had the Vinyls.

We never were at Noel’s place. He didn’t want me to meet his “dick of a father” as he said before. And to talk to each other when we weren’t together, we were using a chalk and a slate that we were showing to each other from our windows as these were one opposite the other.

He shared his room with Liam, who even though he was a kid, could be a real pain in the ass. Why? Because this little bastard, sometimes, when I was calling his brother with the help of my torch lamp, was the one answering by showing me his butt.

One day, the first separation came. We were in chemistry class, and oh, it went bad.

So what shit do we have to do today? I asked

Huh… We have to create a formula for the dilution of a chemical solution… I don’t know shit!

I don’t either. Chemistry is shit.

We agree on that.

Ready to make the classroom explode Noely?

Fuck yes, I don’t even understand why ye insisted on coming in chemistry class or even school!

But you followed me! I said, winking at him

Ye know I’d follow ye everywhere, cock. But still, why?

Just need some grades to go on our next year of high school, I don’t want to repeat a year, and my parents would kill me.

But ye suck at chemistry!

And so do you.

Well anyway, I just want ye to know that if ye do the wrong mix, I was happy to know yer fer 10 years me dear Y/N.

Shut the fuck up you fucker! I answered laughing and giving him a punch in the ribs

OUCH!

Miss Y/L/N, Mr Gallagher, do ye need some help? The teacher said when seeing us

Nah thank you mister, I can slap him alone.

And I can her make her think she’s going to make the classroom alone as well, thank ye. Noel added

Ye two should mind yer language and stop being cheeky before I send ye both to detention!

Yeah well, it won’t be the first nor the last time we will not be going because we ain’t got time for that shit. I murmured to Noel

Too right. We’re ghosts here. Kaboom?

Kaboom. I answered, a mischievous smile on my face

That’s when one of our classmates decided to be a complete idiot and throw a flour bomb at the teacher. The classmate right behind us.

And he thought it was Noel.

Gallagher! Out! To the director’s office! the teacher yelled at him

Why? I didn’t do it!

Yes sir! He didn’t do it!

Y/L/N, you want to join him?

No, but I swear!  It wasn’t Noel!

Shut up ye bitch! I heard behind me

What did you just called me fuck face? I threatened

Silence ! Y/L/N, yer going to detention!

Perfect! I’ll be coming at 28pm during the weekend of the 42 of Novembruary!

There’s nothing I could do. Noel got accompanied to the director’s office and I left the high school, waiting for Noel outside.

I saw him appear in front of me 2 hours later.

As Peggy was working at the high school’s canteen, she already knew everything.

So? A full month of detention and public apologies to the teacher or are you gonna be hanged on a public place?

I got expelled.

WHAT?!

Yeah.

No fucking way. Noely, I’m going to see the director and I’ll tell him I witnessed the scene and that it wasn’t you!

It’s too late Y/N… He won’t believe it. They know about what I did 4 months ago, the robbery. They needed a head of steam, they found one and anyway, I was fed up with school, so all the better.

But…What about me?

Don’t worry ‘bout that, we’ll keep seeing each other everyday.

Fuck, I’ll stop going to school as well and find myself a job.

No Y/N, don’t quit high school because I won’t be there anymore. Yer smart, much more than I am, obtain yer GCSE, do it fer me, please.

Okay…

I’ll find meself a job. But with me case, probably going to have to work with the other crap.

You mean…

Me father, yeah. Oh fuck, I don’t want to go home.

Let’s walk to the happy forest.

The “happy forest”, yes, the forest next to our high school, that’s how we were calling it.

We got home at 7pm, high and Noel was absolutely petrified. He knew what would happen.

By the time, I started asking myself some questions, started understanding that my best friend was in danger, and I understood it this evening.

See you at the window?

As always. He answered squeezing my hand

Love you Noely.

Love ye too cock.

He hugged me as if his life depended on it and went to his house.

*

At 9pm, while I was reading a book, I heard it.

Tommy was back home and was shouting at everyone.

I heard loud noises coming from his house and I knew it was nothing good. It lasted about 20 minutes.

I approached my window waiting to see Noel appear on the other side. I saw the light in his room go on, but instead, I saw Liam appear, afraid and crying.

He didn’t seem hurt which were good news.

Then the door opened, and Noel appeared. His nose and mouth were bleeding, and he had a hand holding his ribs as if he had been kicked there. He was crying as well.

This day, I understood that his father had been doing this for years and that when I punched him earlier this day, he was already hurt.

He saw me watching, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

I grabbed my slate and a chalk and wrote on it before showing it to him.

“What happened?”

He then grabbed his, wrote on it and showed it to me.

“The usual, but worse”

“How long has it been?”

“Years. I didn’t want you to discover it. And certainly not like that.”

“I had doubts. Deep down I think I already knew.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t Noely. But why didn’t you tell me?”

“Shame, and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I told you I already had doubts about it. You should have told me when I first saw your bruises.”

“Couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You would have told your mam.”

“Which would be normal, yes, but if you don’t want me to tell, I won’t. At least as long as I am sure your father isn’t planning on killing you.”

“He won’t. Got to comfort Liam.”

“Go. And treat yourself!”

“I will.”

My protection mode had been activated.

After this, Noel got to work with his father, just like he told me. I succeeded my classes.

In November 1983, everything changed.

*

November 1983:

Noel and I were now 16 years old, and we had discovered a new band a few months ago that became one of our favourites. The Smiths. We were planning on going to their gig in Huddersfield, but we wouldn’t go. Because as I said, everything changed in just 3 days.

November 21st 1983:

When coming back from school, I wasn’t expecting for Peggy to be with my mother in the living room.

I came back home, screaming as per usual.

MOM I’M HOME!

Y/N, how many times will I have to tell you not to scream for God’s sake!

I know! You just know that I love having all the attention on me! I joked, taking off my jacket and dropping my bag in the middle of the hall.

Y/N, school bag in your room please.

It will be, but first I want my snack! I’m hungry!

There are cookies in the cupboard above the closet. Tea’s with me in the living room.

Thanks mam!

I took my pack of cookies and my favourite mug with me and went in the living room to find my mother.

That’s when I saw Peggy was there. I was used to see her here. So used to it that I know recognized her from behind.

Heya Peggy!

She turned to face me and that’s when I saw it, the black eye she had. The blackeye her asshole ex-husband gave her.

Hello me beautiful Y/N.

Fu…Freaking hell, Peggy, who did this to you?

Y/N, this isn’t… my mother started

Who? I insisted, stopping my mother before she could finish her sentence

Thomas, sweetheart. He found us, I don’t know how and who told him.

I swear I’m going to kill this motherfucker.

Y/N, language!

No mam, I won’t apologise for saying the truth and I what I think.

She’s right Y/M/N, even though it still doesn’t look good in a pretty girl’s mouth like ye Y/N.

I know, but I don’t care Peggy. You moved so he wouldn’t find you, hurt the boys and you anymore and start over.

Don’t worry sweetie. If he comes back, I’ll call the police.

You better. Was he drunk again?

As usual.

How are the boys?

They’re fine Y/N, don’t worry about this.

But I am worried.

Yes, I ended up opening my mouth and telling my mother. Because Noel was presenting more and more bruises everyday and I was shitting myself everyday by the idea of losing him, so I told my mom. That’s where we discovered that Peggy and Paul also were victims. So my mom invited Peggy, telling her she knew everything, and she helped her to find a new home and she moved out with the boys. I still admire my mom for that today.

So Noel and I weren’t neighbours anymore, but he still was alive, and it was and still is what mattered the most. Especially when he was coming to see me like he did that night.

*

November 22nd 1983:

It was about 10pm and raining as fuck. I was listening to The Clash’s The magnificent seven when I heard a noise against my window. Then again. Someone was throwing rocks at it, and only one person would do that.

I opened the window and received a stone in the face.

OUCH!

Oh fuck, soz Y/N!

What the fuck Noel?!

I thought ye didn’t hear me.

Come on, come up here, it’s cold and raining you fucking moron!

It was my visit of the day, as per usual, we were still seeing each other everyday.

Noel climbed up the hedge to my bedroom window. I stepped back to give him room to get in. And that’s when I saw these again. Those bruises and blood running down his face.

Oh my God! Noel! What the fuck happened?

Noel walked painfully to my bed and struggled to sit on it.

He came back.

Your father?

Who else?

You’ll tell me everything. I’ll grab the first aid kit. And be quiet, my parents are asleep.

He nodded as a response.

I went downstairs to grab a tea towel and some ice, came back upstairs, went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, and came back in my bedroom.

Here. Thought you might need this. I said handing him the tea towel

Thank ye. He answered, taking it

I opened the first aid kit bag and took out compresses, alcohol, and bandages.

So? I said, starting to treat him

He came back, fucking wasted as per usual. He entered through the back door, and he found mam. He had followed me when we were done working. He started hitting her and tried raping her. I heard her scream from me room even though I was playing guitar. So I rushed downstairs, and Liam joined me. We got to take him off her and I fought with him. And… ye can see he won, Paul had to come home to take him off me and kick him out for it to stop.

For fuck’s sake… huh… this is my first time doing this and this is alcohol so it might hurt.

It’s okay Y/N. Do it.

I started dabbing the compress on the wounds on his face to remove the blood and clean these. He hissed in pain several times but did not complain.

Take off your jacket and your tee. He also had you there.

Noel executed himself and oh, with the blood, so many bruises were there. Asif his father broke him some ribs.

Fucking hell Noel, how could he do that to you?

I don’t know. But at least, he beat the talent into me.

Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. I was horrified.

I cleaned the wounds once again and when I was done, Noel picked the tea towel and put it on the bruise that hurt him the most while I threw what I used to treat him in my bin.

I came back to sit next to him, watching his face contort with pain, his teeth biting his lower lip and had trouble breathing.

Can I…touch?

Why? He answered

Just…

Yes, ye can.

I put my hand on the massive bruise on his ribs.

Does it hurt?

Yea. He always kicks me here.  As if he knew what he was doing, where it hurts.

I ran my hand there carefully so I was sure I wouldn’t hurt him more than he already was. And suddenly, I burst into tears.

Y/N? Noel asked, stunned

Soz Noel, don’t mind me…

Noel took me in his arms, holding me tight and left a kiss on my cheek.

When he let go of me, I made sure to lower my head so he wouldn't see me crying.

Hey, I should be the one crying here. He chuckled

But it didn’t make me laugh and my tears were getting worse. I was hurt to see Noel hurt.

With his hand, he raised my head so that our faces faced each other.

Our looks met, and Noel held my face in his hands.

He paid attention to my sad look and my crying eyes for a few more seconds before crushing his lips on mine urgently. As if his life depended on it.

I answered the kiss even though in shock and troubled. It wasn’t my first kiss, and it wasn’t his.

He ran his tongue on my lips, asking for entrance and I let him.

Our tongues met and he deepened the kiss. I went from being sad to horny and sad.

Noel laid me on my bed, him on top of me, still kissing me, his hands roaming over my body. He was so tender. One of my hands went in his hair and the other went caressing his back.

Then his hands tugged at my pyjama, which was only an oversized shirt.

I pushed him a little bit and unbuttoned it. I wanted him. He wanted me. Maybe was it a mistake to do this now, but in truth, I never thought it was one.

Noel put his lips on my neck, kissing it and made me shiver. God, his kisses were everything. They then slid to my still covered breasts.

He pushed aside the edges of my shirt so that he could see them, my top being now exposed to him, the only remaining fabric being my undies.

Noel was in awe. And he didn’t know what to do with them, which made him as nervous as I was.

Are ye sure ye want this? He asked

Yes Noely. I want this. But…

What?

I… I’ve never done this before. I answered

Me neither. He answered, smiling

Good, we now knew that we were two horny, virgin teenagers, who wanted each other.

Noel seemed lost, so I helped him by kissing him passionately.

I tugged at his jeans at the same time, indicating him to take these off.

He got the message and stood up. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped them before stepping out of them. Meanwhile, I took off my shirt and stepped back on the bed to rest my head on my pillow. Noel came back on top of me, kissing me again. He grinded on my clothed womanhood, making me whimper at the sensation.

Noel was hesitant. His fingers were tugging at my undies but didn’t dare to touch my womanhood as if I would change my mind. But I was sure. I grabbed his hand and put it on the hem of these to show him he could take them off me and touch me the way we both wanted.

He didn’t hesitate anymore and slid them off. The second after, he was looking at me, naked under him.

Yer so perfect… He whispered

I blushed. I was ready but couldn’t get enough of his lips on mine.

Please, kiss me more.

And like this, he was back on me, trembling and dry humping me.

I could feel his clothed member twitch against my thigh.

Came the moment where I started feeling like I couldn’t take the tension anymore.

My hands slid under his boxers, touching his ass. I started sliding them down and he got the message again.

He got up and took them off, also leaving him bare in front of me.

He blushed at his turn and sat on the bed.

Are you okay? I asked

Yea, I’m just nervous, me.

Me too, but hey, it’s okay!

I kissed him again to reassure him and slowly guided him on top of me again, between my legs.

He started grinding against me again, precum leaking out of his member and getting wet with my juices.

The friction was driving me crazy; my clit being stimulated in the process.

Can I? Noel asked, wanting to take things further

Yes, go slow at first please.

Of course.

He entered me slowly, all trembling, centimetre by centimetre until he was fully inside me.

Fuck… yer so tight…

It hurt a lot. It stung. And Noel saw it.

Are ye okay?

Will be. Just give me a minute before moving, okay?

Yea, I need a minute too or I’m going to explode.

We both were a trembling mess, nervous but so wanting and excited.

I finally nodded to indicate him to move, and he put his lips on mine, kissing me while starting thrusting in me.

It still hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. It even was pleasant. This sensation of being filled up while it still stung a bit was pleasant.

Noel started groaning lowly. He wouldn’t last long.

His hand grabbed mine, squeezing it, his lips still staying on mine. It was so tender.

Noel…

Yes Y/N?

You can move a little faster if you want.

Alright, but I’m not sure I’m gonna last.

It’s okay…

He sped up his movements, causing me to start whimpering. It started to feel good.

Fuck Y/N… He moaned

My free hand came wandering on his body, ending up in his hair.

I would not know what an orgasm was yet, but I would know what letting go is.

I let myself melt under his touch and I started moaning lowly for how pleasurable it started to be.

My insides accidentally convulsed around Noel’s shaft. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes.

My face was showing signs of pleasure and it drove him crazy. I felt his hand squeeze mine harder and he bit my shoulder, muffling his grunts. He pulled out at the same time and spilled himself on my stomach. It had lasted only 5 minutes, but these were the first best moments of my life. These 5 minutes that changed my life and our relationship. But I didn’t know it yet.

Noel collapsed on top of me as I left kisses on his forehead.

Soz but we had no condom… He said, out of breath

It’s okay, I don’t mind Noely.

He looked at me and kissed me again before getting up and grabbing my shirt to clean our mess or more like his mess on my stomach before leaving a kiss there and laying next to me, taking me in his arms, as we let ourselves fall into Morpheus arms.

*

November 23rd, 1983:

I woke up at 9am, alone in my bed, Noel was gone.

He hadn’t left a word or anything.

I was sore from the night before, and suddenly, I remember wat happened. Noel and I had sex the night before. We had been each other’s first. Something that wasn’t planned. Because we weren’t dating, right?

But I didn’t regret anything. I was scared Noel might. I did as nothing happened the whole morning.

At 2pm, having no signs of Noel when we were supposed to go to The Smiths gig, I started to worry. So I called.

Hello? I heard a feminine voice answer

Peggy? It’s Y/N.

Oh hello me beautiful Y/N, how are ye?

I’m fine, it’s you I should ask.

I’m good, thank ye.

Is…Is Noel here?

No, he went camping with Liam until tomorrow.

Okay… can you tell him I called when he’ll be back, please?

Of course. See ye Y/N.

See ya.

Yeah, I wasn’t happy and cool about it. Firstly, Noel let me down and there was no way he could have forgotten about the gig. And secondly, I felt like Noel regretted what we had done and would never speak to me again.

During a whole month, I had no news from him, until Paul called me.

*

December 31st 1983:

Having no news from the most important person in my life after my parents was hurting me. And there was worse. I understood a few days after what happened that I was falling in love with Noel.

But all of this was probably over. I tried to overcome this by trying to make me think about something else with books and music. It was New Year’s Eve and for the first time in years, I had nothing planned, or so I thought.

Y/N, phone call! My father shouted

I thought he was the one calling, so I literally ran downstairs.

Hello?

Hi Y/N, it’s Paul.

I was a bit disappointed but tried to hide it.

Oh hey Paul!

Have ye anything planned tonight? I’m soz for being late to propose but our kid and I are organizing a little party tonight, do ye want to come?

Huh, yeah, of course!

Noel will be there. I know ye haven’t seen each other for a few and I think that’s a bad thing so…

Okay. Do I have to bring something?

Just a few bottles if ye can, we have the rest.

I’ll be there.

At 6pm, I put on my favourite blue night dress, some make up, a faux-fur coat, some boots, took a full bottle I had under my bed, my pack of cigarettes and left for the party.

When I arrived, I saw everyone but Noel. And when he arrived and saw me, he totally avoided me.

I didn’t understand, we didn’t do anything wrong.

By 11pm, everyone was having fun when I was sat on a chair, tipsy, and had no trace of Noel. So I went outside, smoking cigarettes on cigarettes.

By 11:55, someone opened the door and joined me. Here he was, standing in front of me. He hesitated.

Hi… he started

Hi… I pursued

Can…Can I sit with ye?

Yes. I even think you should.

I know. We have to…

Talk? Yeah.

He sat next to me, lighting a cigarette, and taking a puff before blowing smoke in the cold humid air.

Why Noel? I asked

I needed to think.

About what happened? Noel, if you think I regret it, I don’t and I loved it. If it had to happen again, I would let the exact same thing happen.

I don’t regret it either and I loved it too.

Then what’s the fucking problem?

I…I feel like ye won’t feel the same way but…

What?

I realized I love ye Y/N.

I was stunned, we felt the same.

And yer not saying anything so not hard to guess ye don’t and I fucked up.

You’re wrong, you didn’t. I feel the same Noely. For the last month I realized this too. I thought you regretted what happened and that you never wanted to see me ever again.

Oh no Y/N, the past month I couldn’t stop thinking about yer lips on mine, how I held ye tight when we slept, how I loved being inside ye and making love to ye. How I always want to spend time with ye. I mean it Y/N, I love ye.

We heard the others inside start counting down the countdown, 1984 was about to begin.

Okay, fer 1984, I want ye to be me girlfriend and I’ll start it by kissing ye.

Okay then 4…3…2…1…

And Noel crushed his lips on mine, deepening the kiss by letting his tongue dance with mine.

And when we separated, he looked at me, smiling like an idiot.

Happy new year Noely.

Happy new year, me lovely girlfriend.

And as soon as his sentence was over, the fireworks started lighting the sky, and we watched it, hand in hand.

#noel gallagher fluff #noel gallagher smut #noel gallagher fanfic #noel gallagher x reader #liam and noel #noel gallagher oneshot #noel gallagher #oasis band #oasis #Spotify

[mothbagel]

LOTF fanfic

-long post ahead-

Made this for an LA class, they let me harness my rabid fanboy energy. Lil Jalph aged up AU where nothing bad happens.... totally......

CW: portrayal and mentions of intrusive thoughts, mentions of trauma and unhealthy coping, character death

The Flies of the Lord

Everyone knew of them. The two dapper 80 year old men who would roam around London feeding pigeons and eating crumpets whilst staring off into the void. No one knew their names, although there was talk of the graying redhead having a voice akin to an angel’s and the artificially blonde one having a collection of shells that he kept on a shelf. 

Having a partner who knows you, your experience, and your trauma is one thing, but having one who caused it is another. Though the redhead got help to forget about the aggressive, power hungry voice in his head, it was still there, whispering. Telling him to grab the knife. Telling him to walk towards the blonde. Telling him to-

The blonde had no reservations about his partner, mainly because he just couldn’t recall what had happened, although he knew his partner had something to do with it. But, he couldn’t be with the one who hurt him. He said he loved him, and people who love each other can never cause each other pain.

The two had lived a quiet life together. They were each other’s person. Their friend. Their chief. One could not be without the other, for having someone not to rule or hurt, but to care for is what gave their lives meaning. Although, maybe-

“Jack? Jack, if you don’t hurry your tea will cool.” 

He knew this, and was not fond of lukewarm tea, so Jack grabbed his cane and walked across their shared bedroom into the main part of their flat, greeting their gray tabby Macbeth on the way. Leaning on the doorway to the kitchen/dining room, Jack didn’t reflect on his years with his partner, Ralph, their supposed happiness, or the blades they kept in the drawer next to the sink. No, he just thought about the meaningless and repetitive errands they would have to do today, that they had made everyday, and that they will certainly do tomorrow. Though, there was comfort to the expectancy for Jack, but he would never admit it.

“There you are, darling,” he paused whatever task he was doing to give Jack a peck on the cheek. Jack sat down on their small table and sipped his tea, watching his partner organize and reorganize the scraps of mail that they had received. There was no need to keep order on the junk mail that they got, but it had a calming effect on Ralph, so Jack didn’t say anything.

Finishing his tea, Jack got up, and prepared for their next activity. Ralph put on his oversized gray jacket and gloves, and Jack put on his scarf and sweater. There was a slight chill in the air, typical for London in early September. Jack wasn’t prepared for this, his sweater was far too thin to provide any warmth, so he moved closer to Ralph, who took his hand as they strolled across the London streets.

The next morning followed the same routine, just as the one after had. The chill had only gotten stronger, and more leaves turned into cadavers of themselves. Jack and Ralph were content, or so they and society said. Jack had invested in warmer garments, but would still hold the hand of Ralph whenever possible. Ralph enjoyed this, despite the chill making it hard for him to tolerate the pains of getting older. He enjoyed it until the day he could no longer.

Jack woke up. Today was the anniversary of their nuptials, one of the few days they would break their ever-present routine. He rolled out of bed, carefully so as to not wake the sleeping Ralph, and made his way to the kitchen. Macbeth was sitting on the counter, cleaning himself, uncaring to the certainty of the pancake making that Jack was about to do. Jack shooed Macbeth off the countertop, and began his cooking. He grabbed the flour, eggs, and milk, and turned the stovetop on with a few clicks. Jack briefly wondered what would happen if he placed his hand on the stovetop, if he placed Ralph’s-

The pancake batter poured onto the stove with a sweet sizzle, then flipped them when they were almost fully cooked, just as Ralph liked them. Jack took out the good stuff, the creme fraiche, and placed a small dollop on top of each cake. He then sliced a few strawberries into fine slices and placed them next to the pancakes, just as Ralph liked them.

Jack walked to their shared bedroom, the silhouette of Ralph unmoving under the covers of their bed. Assuming he was just sleeping, Jack placed the plate on one of the bedside tables, and lightly shook Ralph. No response. He tried again, only a little more forcefully. Still nothing. Not wanting to let his paranoia lead the way to accidentally hurting Ralph in the endeavor of waking him up, Jack placed his mouth near Ralph’s ear, and whispered “Ralph..?”. Nothing. Jack said it a little louder, “Ralph?”. Nothing. Jack, fear finally consuming his being, yelled as he violently shook Ralph.

Nothing.

Jack attempted to feel his partner's pulse, but couldn’t find any trace of life. Why him, Jack thought, why him and not me-because he was weak. No, that wasn’t right. Because he was lying to himself and making you lie in the process. He restrained you. If you acted first you wouldn’t be feeling like how you are. You should’ve just taken the knife as I said and cut and killed and hurt and-

Jack curled up on the floor, ears covered in an attempt to shut out the booming voice in his head. He stayed like this for a long time, in such a dismal useless state. He then glanced at the shells that the creature in his bed had collected, and smashed them.

Everyone knew of him. The ageless man with graying red hair and a voice like the devil’s. The man who would roam the streets of London, without a sweater even in the chilliest of days. The man who would yell into the void, near incoherently, and who would snarl at those who passed him by. The man who beat a shopkeeper nearly to death with a stale baguette. The man, who in his eyes, everyone was a target, everyone was a weapon, everyone was a beast. He might as well hurt them first and open their eyes to the truth before they hurt him. The man who had never lost something.

The chief. The chief. The chief.

#lord of the flies #lotf jalph #jalph #lotf fanfic #fanfic #this may be a wee bit of projection on my part but who knows

[friedbaekhyunandeggso]

Reason ~ ch. 9

Pairing: Female OC x Levi Ackerman

Tropes: Instructor x Cadet, Strangers to Lovers, Male MC falls first

Warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), physical assault/violence, mentions of scars

Brief Summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

Devon ran to the training field—running late as per usual. She ran to stand near the far end of the lined up cadets.

“Hey-“ someone grabbed her elbow and spun her around.

She was met with Keith’s eager gaze, “What’d she say?”

She blinked, “Huh?”

“Imada. Yesterday. We let you walk her home by yourself so you could ask her about Monty.”

Her eyes widened. She’d completely forgotten. 

“Fuck.” she muttered.

Keith’s hazel eyes scanned her face, “What?”

“I forgot.”

“What do you mean you forgot? Monty wasn’t able to get an ounce of sleep last night cause he was that fuckin’ anxious-and you just-forgot?”

She almost laughed but bit it back, “Listen, it’s not like I forgot on purpose.”

A glimmer of humor entered his gaze when he caught her laugh.

“Wow. Just wow,” he shook his head, “Not you laughing at him when he literally looks like a raccoon.”

“Maybe you should ask your Mom to make him a remedy.”

“Funny you say that because that’s her next project.”

She then asked, “Where are they?”

“He’s at the front with Imada. I came to the back of the group to catch you first cuz I knew your ass was gonna be late.”

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You know Imada asked him why he looked so tired. I almost lost it.”

She covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing too loud. Keith watched her with a smirk.

“Cadets!” Chief Shadis’s voice suddenly boomed. “Today's training is…”

She momentarily zoned out when her eyes scanned around Chief Shadis for a short, black-haired male.

He was nowhere in sight.

She exhaled—attempting to brush off the fleeting sinking feeling that’d originated somewhere within her.

Don’t be ridiculous.

She shook her head, drawing her focus back to Chief Shadis’s sternly spoken instructions.

Devon walked out the classroom with a sheet of paper in her hand. Monty was already waiting out the door.

She grasped his arm excitedly, “Monty-I got a hundred!”

For someone like Monty, hundreds were nothing new. He excelled in the educational side of being a cadet whilst Devon wasn’t exactly the most stellar student-in that department.

Monty slipped the paper out of her hands, “Look at that. Told you my lessons would pay off.”

Suddenly someone shouldered past Devon from behind-a sneer leaving their lips.

Devon glanced over to see it was Carter. He’d been in her class as well—and from the looks of it, he didn’t receive a hundred.

“What the hell-“ Monty started but Devon placed her hand on his chest.

“Forget it. If he wants to be a bitter baby then that’s his problem.” she rolled her eyes.

Ever since she’d beat him at their hand to hand combat session he seemed to go out of his way to be an inconvenience to her. Dirty looks in the hallway. Finding garbage on her seat. Clothes going missing in the laundry room.

It was all so stupidly petty and beneath her.

But she’d be lying if she said it didn’t tick her off. As much as having an outburst would quell her urge to confront him, she wanted to make him pay another way. A way that would give her more satisfaction.

She just wanted to see him suffer on Rank Day.

Monty sighed, “You're more patient than me.”

“I’m…playing the long game.”

“Yeah, how so?”

“I would tell you but I kinda want you to see it when it happens.”

“Well now I have to know.”

“Nahh. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

Monty looked at her-calcutively, “Fine. But you better let me know when it happens.”

“I will.” she promised.

“Umm-“

“Listen-“ they both started.

They both laughed.

Devon spoke first, “I know you're gonna ask if I talked to Imada-and Keith probably told you this-but I actually forgot. I know that sounds stupid but I actually did. I promise I’ll talk-“

“No, don’t worry. That’s completely fine. More than fine.” he said.

His voice dropped an octave lower as they walked back to the barracks.

“Look, I know you and Keith both think I should tell her but I honestly don’t want to yet. Let’s be real, if she did like me she would’ve told you by now. We’ve been friends for almost three years so-“

“But-“ Devon argued.

Suddenly Monty spoke fast, “I don’t want to lose her, okay?”

Devon’s eyes widened as she saw him hesitate. She could see his franticness peek through his calm facade when he ran a hand through his curly brown hair.

She stood in front of him fully astonished. Looking at him now she realized just how deep his feelings ran. He was clearly struggling with this more than he was letting on. She suddenly felt bad for laughing about his ‘dark circles’ with Keith the other day.

“She hasn't told me what corps she wants to get into yet so I don’t know how much longer I have with her. If we both choose differently then I most likely won’t get to see her again. I don’t want our limited days to get wasted by her getting awkward with me because she found out I like her.”

Devon stared at him-unable to form words. She could see the desperation in his amber eyes before he looked down in embarrassment.

“If I can’t be her man then I want to-at least-be her best friend as long as I can.”

Devon swallowed, “So you're never gonna tell her?”

Monty looked up again, shrugging, “If an opportunity arises maybe but…”

Most likely not.

She didn’t need to hear him say the rest of the sentence out loud.

To be honest, he did have a fair point. They all had been friends for about three years now. Imada wasn’t shy about pointing out cute guys to her but that’s all she ever did-point them out. She never hit on anyone. But she did expect that if Imada did have a crush on Monty, she would’ve told her by now.

But everyone has their secrets don’t they? The tiny voice in the back of her head nagged.

She sighed before pulling Monty into a hug. He didn’t return it just yet.

“Does Keith know?” her voice muffled as she spoke into his shirt.

“Wha-“ he paused, “No.”

She already knew Keith would freak out if he realized Monty never planned on telling Imada. But at the end of the day, it was Monty’s decision to make.

Monty sounded exasperated, “He’s not gon-“

“I know,” she said, still speaking into his chest, “We’ll just have to shut him up somehow.”

Monty chuckled before returning the hug. Squeezing her hard enough to make her squeal.

She tapped his arm hastily, “I’m out, I’m out, I’m out.” She jokingly said the words cadets were supposed to say once they were down in physical combat.

He laughed before releasing her.

#levi #leviheichou #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi angst #attack on titan #aot #levi x reader #levi x oc #levi scenarios #aot fanfiction #levi fanfic #levi ship #levi fluff #captain levi #attack on titan smut #attack on titan scenarios #levi x fem!reader #eren yeager #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi hot #aot smut #levi x mc #aot fanfic

[yunmengtrio]

day 2 of normalblogging. its a long one bc i have many thoughts.

personnel shuffling is happening early at work, as i feared lol. one of the area managers is going on maternity leave in november which means the japanese stuff have to be shuffled around to fill that spot. the way it works is area manager (block leader) > school leader > school chief > staff. the area manager is going on leave, so our current school leader is moving to area manager's school to kind of do her job, while the school chief (my boss) is going to be the school leader and split her time between my school and another school. a staff member from that other school will become the chief of my school. are you following? i wouldn't blame you if not lol. this is really the best case scenario i guess in terms of "change" bc it's not a total and complete staff change, so it perhaps won't feel as bad? idk lol. having my current boss still here in some capacity makes it feel less like the rug has been pulled from under me. i really only stay working here because i like my coworkers/bosses and the general environment, so if it changes for the worse then i won't see much reason to stay. ofc the kids are great but i usually only see them for 40, 45 minutes at a time, meanwhile i spend 8 hours a day with the people i work with, so...

anyway another thing about this whole thing was that we started to have a meeting about it this morning but then students came early and we couldn't talk about it until after the last class finished. i spent the whole day with a massive giant pit in my gut thinking the worst 😬

whatever it'll be ok i guess. i've been expecting this since the area manager announced her pregnancy and the Big Boss (department head) started having chats w my boss. because of the general feeling that something was about to change i've also been considering whether i should quit and move on but i suppose i can hang on another year lol.

ANYWAY in other news!

after work today (after that big ol reshuffle convo) my friend was like, suddenly "hey are you free for a phone call?" and if you're like me with stupid anxiety, you will understand my oh god have i done something reaction so i said yes and when i called her later, she told me that she had plans to travel to taiwan with someone from work but that person couldn't go, but she'd already made a reservation so! she asked me if i wanted to go

i was a little shocked bc this is the last thing i expected and also kind of sudden? lol

we're still kind of working out the dates but it'll probably be mid-november!

so, a nice positive end to the day. i get to go travelling! hooray!

thx for reading goobdye

#.me! #bruh the struggles i had trying to explain the hierarchy of my workplace #it makes sense in japanese ok! #its ブロック長 校長 主任 社員 #everyone's moved up a grade

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Professor Graham- Will Graham x OC

Will Graham x Maya Morano

Description: Maya decides to visit Will’s class one day and finds out he has a few admirers.

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Maya thanked the front office worker as she was given her visitor’s badge. She had been bored today and decided it would be fun to surprise her husband. Will was forced to temporarily resign from the FBI after they realized that he had trouble using a gun when necessary. To compensate for this, the BAU chief Jack Crawford got him a job at the FBI academy, where he would work as a professor. Though he was initially sad about the situation, Maya made him feel better by pointing out that he wouldn’t be exposed to such gnarly bodies every day. She was well aware of his empath abilities, and she knew that seeing crime scenes like that would be detrimental to his mental health. 

He had been teaching now for nearly five months, and he seemed happy with it. There were barely any complaints when he returned home every night save for the rogue student here and there. Maya had been wanting to visit his class for quite a while, but never really had the chance. Luckily, today she had a completely free schedule. She figured that she would surprise her husband and hopefully take him to lunch. 

After asking for directions to Will’s class, Maya offered the front office administrator one last thanks before heading out. She took her time in exploring the hallways as she made her way to the classroom. It was much less sophisticated than she thought, but she still found herself being in awe of it. Finally, she arrived at the correct classroom and glanced at the time on her phone. Class was about halfway over, but people coming in at random wasn’t uncommon, especially at colleges. That’s why her anxiety hadn’t spiked as she walked in. 

Will’s class had a rather easy setup. When you walk in, you’re immediately at the back of the class at the highest point of the lecture hall. The professor’s desk and board was at the bottom, and the man himself was leaning against his desk as he went over their lesson. Several people looked back when the door closed behind Maya, but no one was more surprised to see her than Will. Of course, the class had no idea who she was so that’s why they were surprised, but her husband was shocked she was there at all. He hadn’t previously known about her planned visit, so this was a pleasant surprise. Though, now he was a bit hesitant to continue with his rather gory speech. 

Nevertheless, Maya took a seat near the back. She set her stuff down then apologized to the person beside her for her small interruption as Will continued his lesson. From what she could tell, he was talking about the most infamous serial killers’ backstories.

“It really doesn’t matter what background you come from,” he started, using his clicker to move onto the next slide of his presentation. “There’s always one variant though, something that unexpectedly causes someone’s brain to change into one that wants to kill. We usually call that the trigger, but sometimes the trigger takes a while to process and sometimes it takes a second event to complete it,” he paused to use his clicker again. The next slide was a picture with Jeffrey Dahmer as well as a family portrait and some points off to the side with various spouts of information. 

“Take Jeffrey Dahmer for example. He had a good childhood. A loving mother and father as well as a younger brother, and he had friends growing up. But, he was said to become more subdued after a corrective surgery to fix a double hernia at the age of four. After that, he became less social as time went on. Many people believe that that was the first trigger,” he explained, looking around the class until his eyes landed on Maya once more.

 A small smile appeared on his face that made the girl blush and look away. Several girls in the class glanced back to send a jealous glare to whoever it was that caught the professor’s attention. Maya, however, elected to ignore it and instead focused on the slideshow as the next slide came up with more in depth information. 

“That first trigger continued to fester and manifest until he was fourteen, when his parents Lionel and Joyce filed for a divorce. He began drinking because of it and it continued even after he began killing in 1978. Many believe that his alcoholism is what spurred him on. So, all in all, it really doesn’t matter what background someone comes from,” he repeated. Someone near the front raised their hand. 

“I thought all serial killers came from bad backgrounds,” she pointed out curiously. Maya had to back a laugh when she realized that the girl was trying to make herself look better in front of the professor. Will, being as oblivious as he is, didn’t pick up on it. Instead, he shot another glance at his wife then grinned before looking at the student.

“Actually no,” he responded kindly. “There are many that do, on average, 50% of serial killers suggest that they have experienced psychological abuse. Of that 50%, 36% have experienced physical abuse, and 26% have experienced sexual abuse. But that’s only 50% of the study. Serial killers like Ted Bundy and Dennis Raider had normal childhoods. Sometimes it’s the environment that someone grew up in, sometimes it’s circumstances. Really, it can be anything.” 

Will continued on with his speech as normal. Throughout the duration of class, Maya couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He seemed to be in his element here. It was wonderful to see him put his knowledge of this information to good use and help people. 

It seemed that Will had the same sentiment because there were many more times when their eyes would meet. When that happened, they would keep eye contact until one was forced to look away, it was usually Maya because she didn’t want him to see her blush. That led to him trying not to laugh and also look away. After the fifth time, the girl that sat next to Maya leaned closer to her. 

“What did you do to get Professor Graham’s attention?” She whispered, attempting to hide the envy in her tone. Maya had to hide her smile as she leaned closer to the girl. 

“I didn’t have to do anything, he’s my husband,” she whispered back. The girl moved away and stared at her in disbelief, and Maya held out her hand to show her the ring in response. While the girl huffed and looked to the front again, Maya had to hold back the smug smile that threatened to slip onto her face. Even after being married for several years, she was still so excited to show Will off as her husband, especially in front of girls (and boys) that found him attractive. Maybe it was petty, but she didn’t exactly care. 

“Alright guys, that’s it for today,” Will finally concluded, leaning against his desk once more. “Don’t forget your essays are due this Sunday. We’ve been going over this for the past two weeks so I expect them all in. Understand?” The class collectively either nodded or agreed verbally as they began packing up their stuff. “Good. Have a good day you guys,” he called, turning off the projector with his clicker.

Maya waited until people began walking out to stand. She grabbed her purse then began walking downstairs, politely excusing herself when she would get in someone’s way. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she finally allowed a smile to grace her face as she got closer to Will. She set her bag down as he opened his arms and they met each other halfway in a hug. Before she could say anything, Will leaned closer and kissed her. Though initially surprised, she returned the kiss happily and moved her arms from his torso to his neck. She could feel several stares on her back, and she couldn’t help but smile against his lips. 

“What’re you doing here?” Will inquired softly upon pulling away. Maya shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Well, I had nothing to do today, so I figured I’d come see my favorite professor,” she explained simply, cooing when he blushed. 

“What did you think of the lesson then?” He inquired shyly. 

“I found it very informative. You’re a good teacher,” she responded earnestly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Will’s smile widened shortly before his eyes glanced behind her. That made her turn around, and she was met with several students watching them from by the door. 

“Oh, did you guys need something?” Will questioned, not pulling away from Maya. 

“No,” one girl responded probably too quickly. “Just watching this little reunion with your...girlfriend?” She finished more as a question. 

“Wife, actually,” Maya corrected her kindly. The girl shot her a fake smile. 

“Right. Uh, see you tomorrow Professor Graham.” With that, the group walked out mumbling to each other, Will returning her farewell. Maya watched them amusedly before facing her husband when the door closed behind them. 

“Well, well, well Professor Graham, looks like you’ve got a few admirers,” she teased, finally pulling away from him. That made the man roll his eyes playfully. 

“Oh, stop. They’re not admirers,” he brushed off, moving to his desk to straighten out some papers. Maya shot him a playful grin. 

“Right, that’s why they were glaring at me during class,” she shot back, taking a seat in an empty space on his desk. “If looks could kill, I’m sure I’d be the next case that the FBI has.” Will chuckled and shook his head. 

“Well, you don’t have to worry about them,” he informed her, looking at her again. “I only have eyes for you.” 

“I feel so comforted,” the girl joked in response as he walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

“Good,” he played along. “Now, how do you feel about going to lunch?” 

“It feels like you read my mind,” she answered, standing with his help. “What’re you hungry for?” She moved to pick up her purse while Will slipped his jacket on. 

“There’s a restaurant not far from here that I think you would like,” he responded, taking her hand and beginning to lead her out. “A couple other professors showed it to me last week and it has some of the best shakes I’ve ever had.” Maya pursed her lips in thought then nodded. 

“Sounds good.” Just before they were out of the room, she glanced back at the room one last time. She’d definitely have to visit his class more often.

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal imagine #will graham #will graham imagine #will graham x oc

[heavenshield]

ORIHIME INOUE // B.LEACH

 forgive me i’m still iconing so rn you just gotta accept the hueco mundo arc icons!!

‘jiwoo another orange haired sunshine girl?’ yeah i have a type moving on

seemingly just your ordinary and everyday person you spot on the street, but there’s more to her than just her smile

as stated above, is a sunshine girl! she’s very bright and optimistic, as well as kind and compassionate. she can come off as clueless or naive and has a habit of daydreaming, but knows when to be serious. and even then, she tries to keep the mood light for herself and those she cares for

has had her own share of troubles and heartache. raised by her brother when he took her and ran away from their less than stellar parents until he passed. she’s been through a lot prior to awakening to her powers and afterwards, but they’ve helped her grow into who she is today

is able to see things humans usually can’t! she has a high spiritual awareness, so it’s no issue for her to sense things like ghosts or demons, spiritual beings that usually aren’t perceptible 

looks like a cinammon roll, is a cinammon roll however she’s also capable of taking you out. her best friend tatsuki trained her in karate and she has a black belt level. so go ahead come on try it and see what happens. this girl has literally survived having a hole blown in her side as well do not think she is weak and fragile

has a unique power when it comes to her ‘healing’ in that she doesn’t heal normally, but rejects the damage done to someone/something. quite literally, she’s returning the person or thing back to it’s state before receiving damage! she can bring back lost limbs and even resurrect the dead but, as of right now, she’s only capable of erecting her shield which also can stop lethal falls! her power of ‘healing’ is so great that it is said to trespass into God’s territory as, in a way, Orihime is literally rejecting the fate of what’s happened

is chief expert on weird foods. this girl at a whole loaf of bread at her desk. with red bean paste. just a whole, unsliced loaf in the middle of class. every food combination is fun to try in her eyes. do not diss them

is not someone to try and tack advantage of. pacifist she may be, she has gained a strong will and resolve, and will strike back. in her words, she doesn’t care about being subtle. don’t attack until she says she’s ready

may seem a little bit on the weird side, but she’s unapologetic in who she is and doesn’t die down her emotions/feelings for anyone or anything. she’s very human in this and while she has her doubts and insecurities like everyone else, Orihime always tries her best to move past them and continue on

god bread is so good. don’t you love bread? bread is the best thing ever created. #1 bread fan right here

#isola follow #me battering down the tags door #i hold her up like simba #you WILL perceive hime and you WILL adore her

[lesbians-all-the-way-down]

Linden and Rainey fic I have no recollection of writing <3

“They want to test for brain death.” Linden sat beside me, cautiously lowering herself into the familiar hospital chair, looking at me though I didn’t look back. I left my head on my open palm, staring at Remus in her hospital bed, my gaze occasionally flicking from her limp and unconscious body to one of the many monitors.

“Who’s ‘they’? You’re her primary carer.” 

“The chief- Dr. Holden. He stepped in, I’m not- He’s taking over her case, at least until he passes it off to someone else.”

“But I’m too attached.” She shifted in the chair, turning her body to look at me more, making me look back this time. She looked sad, visibly, her eyebrows shaded over her eyes, her lips were downturned. “I love all of you, I love her.” 

“So do I. I don’t want to leave her case.” 

“Neither do I. I want to take care of her, I want to save her. But I’m not doing my job right. I should’ve tested for brain death yesterday, you should’ve suggested it when I didn’t. But neither of us wanted to, because neither of us want it to come back positive.” 

“Do you think it will?”

“She suffered major head trauma, a seizure, and hasn’t woken up or been able to breathe on her own since.” 

“She has a pupillary response.” I looked back at Remus, instead of Linden, knowing that she was admitting to thinking that in all actuality Remus was probably already gone, and we’d been neglectful. 

The side of Remus’s face was still visibly cut open, butterfly bandages holding the skin together across her forehead. Her lips were parted with the ventilation when just like Linden had said she couldn’t breathe on her own. 

“She did. When was the last time you checked?” 

“She has a baby.” 

“I know.” 

“She can’t be dead.” 

“She might be okay, she could just be-” 

“Comatose? In a permanent vegetative state? Why can’t she just- why can’t she just be alive? And awake?” 

Linden shrugged, standing from her chair, doing what I’d wanted to do every second since Remus had been admitted and standing beside her. Carefully knotting her fingers in Remus’s thick golden hair, starting to mat from lack of care, looking at her up close. Touching her. “I don’t know.” 

“She’s supposed to have a life. She’s the best  in our class, I know you can vouch for that. She’s a new mom. James is barely a month old. She’s supposed to get married!” 

“Is- is her fiancee here yet?” 

“No.” I shook my head. “She’s not coming. She- I don’t know. She said something about work, about not having the time.” 

“Her family at all?” 

“Her mom’s here. She spends the days with her. She told me today that Remus’s sister and brother were coming, they should be here tomorrow.” 

“Good. She deserves to have them. People who care about her.” 

“She already has people who care about her.” I was tempted to stand too, to take up a spot beside her, to look at Remus closer. 

No matter how many times I stood over her, tracing all the angles of her face I already had memorised despite knowing her less than a year, detangling the knots in her hair. How many times I stared at her pale eyelids. Eyelashes gently against her cheek like she was cast as sleeping beauty, begging them to just open so I could see her eyes again, she didn’t wake up. 

“I know.” Linden pressed her lips together, turning just her head to look back at me, still sitting but now I clenched my hands around the arms of the chair. I wanted to scream- not at her, but at who had done this to my best friend in the first place. “Half the time my ER is understaffed because my three best interns are up here.” 

“And you’re up here.” 

She cracked a smile- a clearly fake. “And I’m up here. But she still needs her family. How many siblings does she have?” 

“I don’t know.” I felt bad, admitting it. “She doesn’t really talk about them. But four, I think. I know she has a sister, and more than one brother, but how many I could be wrong about. They’re not all coming.”

#james is rambling again #ocs #rambling #thoughts #writer #writing #original character

[handelplayssims]

Autumn has woken up angry. And pissed! And filled with acne. Welp. We evidently can simply manage that. Onto the next lifestyle review. Purchased a cheer mat and set it up. Even when raging out, she’s gotta still be on the grind. Belle Brandt dropped by, wanting to be Freddie’s best friend. Sorry but nah. Anyway, time to do the productive thing when randomly angry as Autumn is. Run on the treadmill!

Both Autumn and Freddie are tense at the moment. Freddie from Belle just dropping in and immediately wanting to be besties, despite our online interactions being eh at best, and Autumn has a headache. Yoga for Freddie and Autumn...is just working out. Ahp, now she’s sore. And needs a shower so shower time. Freddie got his bro hug and also venting to Gavin. With it, he’s finally feeling better after awhile. Same with Autumn after purchasing a pool floatie and just vibing ontop of the water. Now it’s just a waiting game for Prom! And at 7PM it’s time! Let’s go!

Time to fullfill goals of dancing, voting for royality, eating- wait, WHERE IS MY BOYFRIEND!? Sidney let’s invite you over. And my votes for Prom King and Prom Jester won. Somehow. (Sidney and Pierce Delgato) Only got a bronze reward. This one’s difficult to get goals finished. Only so little time for it, it seems, it being 7 to 11PM. Also, she gained a crush on Anton Leone. A vampire teen. WHILE DATING SOMEONE ELSE! Oh boy. Let us do the dangerous prom thing. Invite a boy to our home and wooho- -ahem- mess around all night!

Neighborhood Watch!

Alex Harper in the Harper household has started a job as a Chief in the Detective career.

Strangerville: The Eclectic Arts household recently moved out.

Farewell! I shall miss you lot! You were fun the one time I played ya.

Autumn’s angry. Again. Let’s get some breakfast and then punch a punching bag. And Freddie is sad. Again. Because still hurt by what Autumn said. And now Ian Pearson wants to be besties. Eh, sorry. Freddie’s whim is to admire possessions, aka purchase something new. I tried some clutter for his bed but it didn’t quite work out that way. Hmm. Problem with ultra-furnished house!

Ah! I made a lifestyle review because that’s what’s usually wanted as a task as a Simfluencer but instead, the task today is to promote at a venue. Well, she’s angry so let’s go to a Gym. Annnd I completely forgot it’s New Skill day. Only got it when Autumn went to the gym and got a mark off for her entrepreneur skill boost. Unfortunately, outside of just taking a picture, not really going to do much here. Already got my workout in sooo, eh. Maybe a yoga class.

Right, 3PM now. Two hours until party! Autumn could invite a teen over to hang out and befriend during the party for her aspiration. ...hmm...now why would Anton be sleeping at this time? (He’s a vampire, of course but does Autumn know? Who knows?) PARTY TIME! ...of course the first goal is listen to tunes. Dancing is one thing we can do. Actually making sims listen to music is another. Ah well. Let’s work on flirting then. Welp, we’re already at gold already for this party. Let’s just party! ...also I had the sudden realization that the sim Autumn is trying to befriend, Manami Fujiwara, is an evil sim. We need 10 Sim friends so that won’t matter! ...she even gained a crush on her. My god. Both Freddie and Autumn’s charisma grew by leaps and bounds! Autumn’s up to 7 and Freddie, 8! I knew parties were a boost but my goodness! Anyway, we’re partied out so bed!

Neighborhood Watch

Seema Acharya in the Acharya household has died. Seema thought she could conquer a mountain, but the mountain conqured her.

NOOOOO! I liked her! I played as her! Maaaaaaaaaaaan.

Brindleton Bay: The Cormier household moved out.

Forgotten Hollow: The Assaoui household recently moved in.

#sims 4 #blogging #bougie duo #autumn ziggler #freddie hatton