#thanks for sharing piece of gold like that haha

[rakiah]

I saw you were taking requests for the twins and stuff on Patreon so I am here! My only idea is inspired by my mom (I’m a twin so I got some stories) where my sister and I locked her out of the house one time and she had to get a locksmith to unlock the door and at that point we had somehow gotten into the spice cabinet and all of the spices were on the floor (mostly cinnamon) and there was a broken a lamp. For some reason I get the vibe that Vil works mostly so I think that’d be super funny as Leona. Like the twins are more than he can handle and he underestimates them.

Sorry for it being long but I hope it inspires~

Vil: I should let you stay like that so be grateful you’re a sight to make sore eyes sorer.

#answer #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #leovil #twst kids #leovil kids #meera & lenka #I laughed so much #thanks for sharing piece of gold like that haha #cinnamon all over the floor and broken lamp #so twins shenanigans coded hahaha #so inspiring indeed x3 #and of course Leona is a stay at home dad and has to deal with most of the twins’ antics #can count as Vil’s revenge for his pregnancy ha ha ha ha

[fandxmslxt69]

One and Only

Prince!Loki x f!asgardian noble!reader

Warnings: um none. maybe a few grammar errors or weird sentences, some suggestive content (mentions of sex like once) Reader is mentioned to be wearing a green silky dress, and Loki is sort of wearing his suit adjacent to the one in Avengers + His horns.

A/N: Dearest lovely @fictive-sl0th - first of all, thank you for organising this amazingly fun Secret Santa event for us- it's been so much fun and I'm happy that it's my first event on Tumblr! Secondly, I truly hope you enjoy this little thing Camille- your prompt was so much fun and I hope I did it justice!

Synopsis: Loki is forced to find a bride, and things take a turn when a familiar face shows up.

Prompt: King Odin wants Loki to marry so he orders him to pick a bride during the annual yule ball. (He’s not amused haha) But things take a spicy turn when you show up and turn out to be a coveted noblewoman instead of the tempting, mysterious villager you pretended to be during all your earlier accidental encounters. In the end Odin gets what he wants ;)

Word count: 2.7k

“It’s time to do something useful. You will find a bride as soon as possible, Loki. With my heir off playing dress up on Midgard, I have none but you to wed off,”“Now, I’m sure Thor will come back with a nice bride-” 

“Asgard will NOT have a mortal woman as its first bride. Not now, not ever. It’s decided. This year’s Yule ball will be to find you a bride. Only Asgard’s finest, most eligible women will be up for a chance at marriage with you,” 

Loki grumbled to himself as the maids fussed over him. This was useless. Loki had no desire for marriage for another few centuries. His mood went from poor to sour to downright depressed and cynical as the days counted down to Yule. He thought perhaps someone would talk some sense into Odin, and yet there was a sinking feeling in his stomach after Odin declared his choice that told him he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. 

One of the maids tucked too hard on his cape, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Watch it,” he snapped. The maid muttered a quick apology, but before he could get another word in, there was a knock at the door before Frigga stepped in. 

Loki felt himself relax as she walked into his room, taking her time to look him over as she walked closer. “I’ll take it from here,” She addressed the women softly. They nodded and hurried out the door, but Loki couldn’t help letting out a groan while watching them hurry out. “I’ve scared them out of their minds,” “Now now,” Frigga stood beside him as she smiled at him in the mirror. “I’m sure Ingrid understands the stress you’re under,” Loki grumbled again under his breath. “I will find her later, to apologise,” Frigga hummed as she fussed at his clothes. He was wearing his finest Asgardian leather, the colours of the armour were a deep green and a rustic black only leather could give off. Frigga had ensured the suit stayed in the best conditions, even going as far as ordering the gold arm plates remade to be in perfect condition. He looked like the perfect image of the Asgardian prince. Regal and poise, and impeccable fashion taste. Even his head piece was polished thoroughly, and it lay on his bed, waiting for him to pick it up and wear it. His signature horns. His signature dress. 

He’s just missing that signature Loki grin. But he had no intention of giving anyone that smile. It was already someone’s. He had no desire to share it with another. 

“What are you thinking about?” Frigga had stopped fussing over him and stood behind him, watching him intently through the mirror.

“Nothing,” He lied quickly. 

“Nothing?” He nodded. “Exactly. Nothing,” She hummed, turning around to grab his horns from the bed. “Very well. I do hope we get to see that girl you’ve been sneaking off to see. Perhaps she will be a good fit,” He nodded, the words not registering until a few seconds later. His eyes widened, and he spun around to look at her. “What? What girl?” He closed the distance between him and his mother, grabbing his horns from her. “There is no girl. There’s never been a girl. What are you talking about?” 

Frigga raises her eyebrows. “Right…”

He nodded, carefully placing the horns on his head. There is no girl. Not anymore. 

She won’t even be there, so what’s the point?

“I don’t think there is anyone for me,” The words fell out of his lips before he could stop them.

Frigga’s eyes softened. “My dear boy, if I can see everything you hold, I know someone out there can too,”

Yes, he thought. She can, but what about everyone else? Odin? What did he think? The thoughts only soured his mood even more. “Perhaps we should go now,” He said curtly, holding his arm out for his mother. Frigga smiled softly, an edge of sadness in her eyes. 

“Very well,” She said, hooking her arm around his as they left his room.

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Asgard’s usually plain ballroom had transformed itself to fit the spirit of Yule. Decked in only the most lavish of decorations, the ballroom glittered and sparkled as people settled in, women dressed in their finest robes and men in only their best attire. Loki stood by his mother and Thor as Odin drilled on, giving thanks to those who came, and promising a dance to every woman from Loki before he was to pick his bride. With every word he spoke, Loki felt a shiver run down his neck. He had no desire to be here, but this was not the first time he had been forced to forget about his own feelings and opinions, so he knew how to power through the night. 

You stood in your own corner with your mother, who made comments at everyone she could get her hands on. You only rolled your eyes or muttered a word in conversation, your mind too preoccupied. You had no idea how to feel about coming. At first, you had no desire to go. Why, all of a sudden, was Loki wanting to get married? Had he not told you, mere days ago, that he had no intention to run his life? It’s silly, it’s not like you were in love with him (maybe a little) or betrothed to him, but it still felt like a small dagger to your heart. Then, you thought perhaps he had a change of heart. Or perhaps it was his mother’s idea. Perhaps you even had a chance. He knew you, at least. He flirted with you, outside of this castle at least. And then you remembered that he only actually knew you as the girl he ran into at the village. And suddenly, bile rose up your mouth and you threw your invitation out. 

But naturally, your mother wasted no chances to shove you with any respectable man, and a prince is as respectable as they come- and there was nothing in the Nine Realms that could have stopped her from going to the Yule Ball. So here you found yourself, in your finest green silks (unintentional) and the best pieces of your gold as your mother fussed over every piece of hair out of place. 

You watched Loki from your corner as he danced with the first few women. He had a polite smile on his hands, and a few times you heard him laugh at something one of them would say, and your gut twisted and your lunch made its way up your throat. The laughs brought you back to your own secret encounters with him, nights you spent wandering the village and exchanging stories. You remembered the first time you made him laugh so freely, and it unlocked a new desire in you- to make him laugh for eternity. 

Perhaps that was a little too obsessive at the time. But you couldn’t blame it on yourself. Loki was the kind of man who wormed his way into the heart and nested there forever. Once he was in, there was no way to flush him out of your system. Certainly not after knowing what lay beneath his clothes and his….various talents. A blush crept up your neck just at the thought of those sensual nights with him- frantic, urgent and allconsuming. 

When he laughed with his new partner, something hard set in your gut. Maybe you didn’t have the best chance at winning this, but Norns, you were going to make sure he knew those laughs were yours first. 

You handed your glass to your mother, ensuring that your dress was in its best condition, and  fixed the draped piece of fabric over your shoulders. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked as elegantly as you could to Loki as the song ended. “Your Highness,” You interrupted politely, and the woman shot you a dirty look. “Am I have your next dance?” Loki began to say something before he fell silent, his eyes widening a fraction as they took in your face, and then trailing down your body. He made a noise at the back of his throat as he reached for your hand, motioning with the other for the songs to recommence. “Of course,” He said, although it sounded strained.

You smiled, stepping closer as he pulled you up against him, your bodies moving in sync to the music, your name fell from his lips in a stunned whisper. 

“What are you doing here? Did you sneak in?” Loki asked in disbelief. 

You laughed quietly. “No, Your Highness, I got my invitation like everyone else here,” He frowned, that pretty sculpted face of his scrunching up. “What? But…I thought- you’re just-” “A simple village girl?” You finished for him.

He paused, then looked almost offended. “Darling, simple is an offensive word to use to describe yourself. Nothing about you is ‘simple’,” Your heart skipped a beat, and those butterflies erupted in your stomach again. “Thank you, Your Highness,” “Oh quit that,” He said as he spun you around. “You say it like you don’t know me,” 

“Perhaps I don’t,” You replied.

“You know me better than all the others in this room,” He leaned in, smiling softly. “How in the Nine Realms did you get here, darling?” You bit your lip, trying to fight back the stupid smile from spreading across your face. “I told you, I got my invitation. I came here with my mother,” He hummed. “So, you are not a villager,” He frowned slightly at his own stupidity. How had he not asked before- in all your recent encounters? Perhaps the mystery that came with you was too addictive- the ability to leave behind all masks and remain bare to a complete stranger was…a safe haven, he supposed. You did know more about him than anyone else attending tonight. Secrets he’d never shared. Jokes he never told. Books he had no one to talk with. No one but you. You held so much of him, and he thought he held so much of you- but how much of it was real? You giggled. “No, I am not,” “Hm. Cheeky. It seems I have been fooled,” “Not…fooled. Simply….misguided. An inaccurate conclusion. I assure you though, I had no intentions of deception. I stand true to every other word I said,” You added, as if you could read his face, as if you could hear the worries and doubts in his mind. “But you never said you were noble,” You shrugged. “And you never asked,” A smile tugged at his lips, an odd sense of comfort settling in him. You were still…you. “No…I suppose I never did,” He leaned in then, dropping his voice to a whisper, “You look ravishing tonight, though. How have I never seen you in such a fine colour?” 

You blushed really then, looking up to meet his piercing eyes. “You look quite good in that colour yourself, Loki,” 

He chuckled, offering no other reply as you continued to dance. Soon, the song ended, and you stepped back from each other. Before you could turn to leave and potentially cry and laugh your heart out, he took your hand and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on it. He looked back up at you, and Norns, how gorgeous he really looked- all smirks and piercing eyes and those horns. “I hope to have another dance soon, my lady,” You nodded quickly, your mind short circuiting as another woman came up to ask for his next dance. You stepped back, before speed walking back to your spot by your mother. Of course, she shot a billion questions an hour, but you only ignored her, eyes focused on the man dancing at the centre of the room, glowing brighter than even the sun. 

Time passed, and you had no idea how many dances Loki went through before other pairs began to join. You danced with a few, but really your mind kept wandering back to Loki. 

When was he going to ask you that second dance? Was he really going to? 

Maybe he had somehow telepathically heard you, because just as you finished your dance with a nice gentleman, Loki stood from his seat at the front- having taken a break from dancing- and made his way back to the dance floor. 

The entire ballroom held its breath, and you stupidly turned around as if to make conversation with the person closest to you, or even run. Before you even had the chance to utter a sentence to a poor woman whose face looks pale with fear, your name rang loudly throughout the ballroom, coming from none other than the most handsome prince you had even laid eyes on. You turned around slowly, face tilted up to meet his eyes. “Your Highness?” He held out his hand, a smile tugging at his lips. “May I have another dance?” Everything felt deathly still as Loki led you back to the centre of the floor, and the music started again. You danced and you twirled across the floor, hand in hand with Loki as he grinned widely at you. He didn’t grin like that at anyone tonight. Maybe you were reading into the situation too much, but your heart melted just from his smile and the way his eyes held such pure joy as you danced through not one, but two, but three songs. By the end, you were breathless, partly from dancing, but partly from his fixing gaze and the overwhelming urge to kiss him. Even after all the times you’ve met, you were always consumed with the need to kiss him, to touch him, to run your hands through his hair and trace every line of his body. He was addictive, and while you had always thought love took its time to settle in, some part of you always knew that Loki might just be it. 

You were nearly drowning in the colour of his eyes, and that soft, bright smile he wore for you. Your face hurt from how hard you were smiling at him, and you were so close- just a little higher and your lips could connect with his. It was almost trance like, how soft his lips looked were hypnotic, and the way he eyed yours with a desperate need only encouraged you. You leaned up, he leaned down a little, arm wrapped around your body, lips almost touching and-

“Ahem,” Odin stood from his throne, and you felt the spell shatter. Damnit. 

“I believe,” Odin paused, his eye landing on you and Loki, who jumped apart from one another like you were set on flames. Your cheeks were flushed, avoiding the eyes of everyone, and Loki stared right ahead at Thor, who you noticed was smiling widely and making incredibly disturbing faces at his brother. “Prince Loki has found a bride,” 

Loki’s eyes flickered to you, his mouth opening to argue with Odin. Probably to argue- to say that he hadn’t even asked for your opinion, to add that marriage takes time, or should be considered and debated. 

Maybe you were foolish, or a little too desperate, or maybe it was the magic of Yule that possessed you, but you simply smiled and gave a little bow to Loki. 

“You-,” He swallowed, looking around nervously. “You would accept? If I asked you to be my wife?” 

You smiled widely. “Would you wish for me to be your wife?” A pause, then a small nod. “I don’t think there is anyone else I’d like to share my jokes with,” Your heart was pretty much exploding in your chest. Your hands were definitely shaking, and you thought you might just pass out right then. “Well, lucky you, because I only want your jokes, and I only want your smiles and your laughs to be mine. I…I would be honoured, to be your wife, and to call you my husband, Loki,” 

Sounds of cheer echoed around you, and Loki’s face broke out into the widest grin you had ever seen as he looked at you like he had just handed him the world. “I had no idea you were obsessed with me,” He said, though you could barely hear his words over the sound of festivals. 

“Maybe a little,” You replied, and his grin only widened. 

“Well, I’m obsessed with you a lot,” He tugged you closer to him, sealing your lips in a kiss.

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[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of MAX LORD'S dialogue/lines from the film WONDER WOMAN 1984

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Welcome to the future. Life is good, but it can be better. And why shouldn’t it be? Everything we’ve ever dreamed about is right at our fingertips. But are you reaping the rewards? Do you… have it all? 

Welcome to Black Gold Cooperative. The first oil company run for the people, by the people. Think about finally having everything you’ve always wished for. 

For a low monthly fee, you can own a piece of the most lucrative industry in the world. And every time we strike gold, you strike gold. 

No matter who you are, no matter what you do, you deserve to have it all. Do you have everything you’ve ever wanted? Aren’t you tired of always wishing you had more? Join me today. Operators are standing by. You don’t need a pile of money or some business degree to get started. You don’t even have to work hard for it. 

At Black Gold Cooperative, all you need is to want it. 

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A pleasure, Ms. Minerva. 

No.

Life is good, but it can be better!

“The oil guy,” I’ll take it. 

Well, what can I say, doctor. Your reputation precedes you. And apparently we share a passion for gemology. 

What? 

I'm right here! Haha! 

Life is good, but it can be better. Hahaha! 

Well, I have a great relationship with Sears. I can get you a brand-new TV by the end of the day. Nineteen inches. No strings attached. 

Okay.

It's going to be an amazing party. I hope you have something nice to wear. 

I agree. Except, I like to party. 

You like Latin dancing? 

Really? No, I doubt that you’re a terrible dancer, the shape that you're in. 

You know, I really should be going. Thank you for the tour. I will have to see you tonight. 

Thank you, John. 

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Ladies. Not now, Raquel. My supplements? 

How? How! Yes, clearly. Alistair. 

It's not done yet, buddy. But it doesn't matter. You just have to be patient. I told you the pool, the helicopter, you’ll have it all. But remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day, was it? No. 

Well, it takes time to become a great, great, number-one man like your dad is going to be. 

Simon. These offices aren’t ready for guests yet. 

Alistair, go wait with Raquel. 

Simon. I know it's hard to see right now, but we are finally at the edge of turning this thing around. 

No! I have a big… there’s something in the works. And it’s no scheme. Simon, we have millions of acres of potentially oil-rich land. 

I am not a con man! I'm a television personality. And a respected businessman with a plan. With… with… a great plan. 

You’re going to regret this. 

Simon, wait. Simon. 

I am not a loser! He’s a loser. And don’t you ever believe a word that man said, he’s a liar and he’s wrong. And he will rue the day he walked away from me. And you. And you are going to be so proud to be my son. You’ll see. Everyone will. 

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Dr. Minerva. You look breathtaking. 

Mmm. 

Biotin. You should try it. Makes you glow like a teenager. Reverses the clock. Never accept limitations of nature. 

Especially not a beautiful woman like you. 

God, it’s so loud in here. 

Can we go somewhere? Just me and you? 

Hmm… your office? 

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Oh, wow! Look at all this stuff. It’s so… It’s so beautiful. Like you. What is that? 

Wow. 

Let me help you. Max is here. No need to be stumped ever again. I have a dear friend in Roman antiquities. Could give it a look, if you like? It is Latin, isn’t it? 

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“One great wish.” I’ve been waiting. I wish to be you, the dream stone itself. 

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Thank you, Belinda. 

I’ll have your money, Simon. Today I’m here for an apology. 

I’m sorry. I messed up. I messed up. I lied. And I'm sorry. You know the truth is, I knew we were going to sink a long time ago, the wells were coming up dry. And no data suggested that was going to change. I should have folded then. But all the people that bought in, that believed in me... I wanted to do right.  

Simon, don’t you understand that I wished for better? That with every ounce of my being, I wished that Black Gold would change the world for all of us. And I know you wished that too. 

Then your wish is granted. And in return I’ll take all of your shares… and full control of Black Gold after you are somehow magically removed from my path… forever.

Ow. 

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My word. Are we in danger? 

Raquel? Raquel?! 

Raquel? 

Which ones? 

I'll get you help. Tell me again. You wish you had more help? 

Emerson. Yes, you’re hired too! 

I’ll take it in my office. And bring me my vitamins. 

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To meet a peer. 

On my journey to self-fulfilment, I lucked into a secret. The secret of the wish. So I wished for it. Or someone wished for it for me. Tell me what you wish for, your highness. And I will show you how it works. 

Like what? 

You wish for that? 

Your wish is granted. And in return I will take your oil. 

Then I will take your security team and leave you here with nothing to defend yourself against the wrath you will most certainly face. 

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You’re looking at it. 

Whoa! 

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So who’s the next closest person with oil? 

Like I want any of these people in the club anyway. Can’t we tell them they’re not invited? 

Oh, the FCC. The BBB, the FBD. It’s a conspiracy against my success. They’re jealous, that’s why. Who’s next? 

Send in Mr Zhong, please. And buy Alistair a pony. No! A race car. Get him a race car. Get him a race car. 

Alistair? Again? How many weekends do I have-

What? What? When? Tonight? 

Let’s get to it, Lai. Tell me, what do you want? What do you wish for? 

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. 

And you need… what do you wish for? 

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Consider the sex tape gone. And God darn it if I have to keep doing this one by one by one by one… How's your health? Forget that. But I will take your entire congregation and your time slot. Let me ask you, when they pray, is there any way I could get all of them to join hands with me and simply say "I wish" rather than "I pray?" Would that even work? I need to find a way to touch a lot of people at the same time. 

Oh, God! This isn't working. Bring in someone new. And my son. You, beat it. 

No! You don’t use your one wish like that, Alistair. You don't wish for something that you already have. You wish for greatness, for success. That’s why I’m doing all of this. Don’t you see that my greatness is your greatness? Huh? 

Alistair! I’ve missed you, buddy! Come, sit down with daddy. I’m sorry. But your dad is on the absolute precipice of everything. Remember when I told you that I would be number one? Do you remember? Your dad? Well I’m inches away.

Huh? I know it's hard, I know. But listen, I also know what you wish for, and I wish for it, too. Do you hear that? I wish for it, too. 

No. No! 

Thank you. I love you so much and I promise you one day everything is going to make sense and one day you'll thank me. But right now I need you to stay here with Emerson. You stay here. I’ll be right back. 

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You. You! Don’t you wish I had an audience with the President today? 

Wait a minute? Have I asked for your wish before? 

What is it with you aides and Porsches? 

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You! 

How’s traffic? 

Don’t you wish it wasn’t? And that everywhere you went parted like the great Red Sea? 

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Everything okay, Mr President? 

Exactly that, Mr President. These hectic days, hectic times. And you. 

You’re having some troubles? 

Mmm. 

It’s not money I’m offering. You… You are a man of faith and I have been very blessed lately. I want to share my blessing with you. The power of positive thinking. Now… tell me, Mr President. What do you need? And you’re not speaking to me here, but to the universe. What do you wish for? 

A nice thought. And I grant you… ah, oh…oh my… And you’d know what I’d like? I would want all of your power, influence, authority. All the respect you command, and the command everyone must respect. 

Ahahaha! I mean, what else is there? Now, tell your people I would appreciate absolutely no interference whatsoever. No taxes, no rule of law, no limits. Treat me like a foreign nation with absolute autonomy. 

What’s this? 

So what does that mean, you’re taking over everyone’s TV’s? How? 

You said “touches”? As in the particles you are sending are touching everything? 

I need immediate access to this satellite. And a chopper to get me there. 

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Well, aren’t you resourceful? 

No, I don't think so. Remove this woman, please. Permanently. 

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Oh, how sweet, defending your love, huh? What do you wish for? Do you wanna be a real boy? 

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Everyone stand down. Nobody hurts her. 

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You made a wish too, huh? Ahahahaha. They’re a bitch, aren’t they? Make you pay a price, but I’ve never been one for rules. Luckily, I have a way to reverse it. The answer is always more. 

But I, my dear, grant the wishes. So I take what I want in return. There’s nothing in this world someone doesn't have. I’ll rebuild my health wish by wish, organ by organ, if I have to. I'll be invincible. Tell me what do you want? I’m feeling generous. 

I like the way you think. Go on. 

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You heard we were coming, I presume. 

How many broadcasting signals can I take over at once? 

I’ll take all of them. 

And I sure wish this works for me. Don’t you? 

Lights, camera… 

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Citizens of the world, allow me to introduce myself. I am Max Lord, and I'm here to change your life. All you have to do… is make a wish. Anything you want. Anything you dream of, you can have it. If you can dream it, you can achieve it, so just look into my eyes and make a wish. Anything you dream of, have it. Right now. Do you want to be rich? Do you want to be powerful? Say it out loud! Look around you! Make your wish! Take what's yours! Whatever you want, you can have it!

Wish for It. Anything you want. 

Anything you dream of, have it. 

Yes, I hear it, I hear you. Yes, say it. Say it out loud. That’s right, I wish. Take it! Take it! It’s all yours, it’s all yours for the taking! And I… I take your health, and your strength. Give her your rage, and your prowess. And I take your power. I take your life force. Yes. Yes! That's right! You're doing great. 

It’s all yours. All you have to do is wish for it! 

That's right. Just wish for it. It’s yours now. All you have to do is say it out loud. Make a wish. Any wish. Look into my eyes and everything you've been waiting for, it’s all yours. 

You're too late.

Granted. Granted. Granted. Granted! Granted! Why not more, why not wish for more? We want what we want, just like you did. So make a wish. Very good. 

Granted. 

It's too late, Diana. They already heard me. Already wished. And those that haven’t yet… ahahaha! Oh, they will!

Granted. Granted. Granted. Poor Diana. Why be such a hero? You could have kept your pilot, and your powers. If only you'd joined me. Wanna reconsider? Hahahaha! I’m a forgiving man! Hahahah! You want him back? Just say the word. You can have it all! You just have to want it! 

Why would I when it’s finally my turn? The world belongs to me! You can’t stop me, no-one can! 

Stop! Cut the signal, stop! 

Alistair! Alistair! Alistair! 

Wait, my son. I can see my son! I have to save my son. Alistair. My… Alistair. I renounce my wish! 

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Alistair! Alistair! Alistair! 

Alistair! Alistair. 

Oh, Alistair, Alistair. I'm so sorry, baby. 

No. That is not why I'm back. No. I’ve been lying to you. I’m not a great guy. In fact, I’m a pretty messed up, loser guy. And I made terrible mistakes. But you… you don’t ever have to make a wish for me to love you. I’m here because I love you. I just… I just wish and pray that one day, I’ll be able to make you proud enough that you’ll be able to forgive me. And love me. Because I’m nothing to be proud of, Alistair. 

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“Sorry, what?” You blinked, cupping a hand around your ear as to blame your lack of response on the volume and not you spacing out.  The stranger’s smile never faltered, long… patterned? Hair falling down around his face. It was like… A highlighted mix of light blond and stark black. Weird.  “Your tattoo! So sorry to bother you, I just had to compliment them!” A flick of the wrist and they pointed towards your neck, to which your hand followed. You couldn’t help but rub the collar of stars patterned around your throat, a sun and moon on either side, appreciative but somewhat self conscious of the tattoo you’d gotten a couple years prior. “Oh! Thanks, yeah it’s like… Built in accessories, you know?” You offered a shy smile, sipping your drink as a means of distracting from your nerves. The guy wasn’t invading your space or anything, if anything they were keeping their distance. So far so good. “That is such a good idea! I should get something like that.” He grinned brightly, reaching for the pendant that hung low around his neck and offering it for you to see.  A stylized sun. It looked as though the one half was made from opalite, or some other shimmering white stone, where the other half of the sun was a lovely gold, matching little rays around it. His thumb pulled over one of the rays and suddenly the whole piece shifted, the gold half of the sun and its rays tucking away inside to reveal a deep blue half, contrasting against the white other side… It was the Moon! “Oh wow. That’s such a cool necklace!! Where did you get it?” You stared in awe at the piece as they flipped it back to the sun setting and leaned a hand on their hip with a smile.  “It was made for me!” He tilted his head in consideration of his words. “A gift, I guess!”

hey i started a fanfic for the first time in like 10 years

in which sun and moon not only share a robot body but a human one at the same time.

haha yeah.

definitely all there is to it.

nothing else.

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hello!! i just saw your blog like 5 seconds ago haha but im also bored so heres a hc for pantalone:

how many freaking coats the guy has

LIKE WHAT

how big is his closet lmao or does he have like a million of them??

imagine getting matching coats with pantalone though and it being a subtle hint to showcase to the other fatui and harbingers to back off because you’re his and it clearly shows when you’re dripping in his money and clothing :))

probably would also give really good fashion advice too bc damn this man is fancy

more things to consider:

him pulling you into his lap and then smothering you with his coat because its cold and ooo hes nice and warm and toasty

would treat you like royalty despite only using others because it benefits him but he nevers does that to you

Thanks for your ask, anon!!💛 Everyone who reads this, feel free to share your Pantalone hcs too!! I’d love to discuss them.

I think mister has many... many clothes, hence a huge wardrobe of a size of a separate room lmaooo. But tbh idk where he could live- his own place? People assume he has a mansion or something, which for some reason is hard for me to imagine?? But at the same time I really doubt he lives w the rest of the Harbingers... that’s if they even live in the same building. 🤔 I also hc his closet room defo has gold details in it- mans would take pure gold baths if he could.

NOW. I really do like thinking that Pantalone defo would wear their s/o in something that would signify that they belong to him and only him. And he would make sure others know it too. I’m 100% certain he’s possessive. Obsessive... not so much. So yes!! I do agree- sth matching or identifying would totally be on his s/o. Perhaps... it could be a jewelry piece? Hmmm idk I wonder.

For some reason, I feel like Pantalone gives great advices in general, not only when it comes to fashion. I think he’s wise and defo knows how the world around him works- man’s literally built himself on his own. Yes, his morals may be skewed, but... there’s something trustworthy in him. Or that’s me wearing pink shaded glasses and being infatuated *clears throat*. BUT I do feel he would lowk be a tsundere in beginning before he even noticed his s/o. I hc that it’s very difficult to grab his attention unless you are around or above him in social ladder. If you are not falling in that category, but he still notices you... count yourself lucky af.

I also think he’s very tall, around 195 cm, so it would be heaven to hug him *sobs*. Hoyoverse you better make my mans TALL. It would suit him perfectly.

Pantalone would get you out of selfish reasons at first, thinking how he could use you, but with time he would fall for you. And he would even forget his initial reason for getting you now that you two are together. He will provide for you, but, ofc, he will also expect things in... return.

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Pairings: Connor/AFAB Reader (no pronouns used) Rating: Mature/Explicit/NSFW 18+ Link (AO3): Home (oneshot) Words: 4.9k Warnings: Established relationships (married), no gendered pronouns, oral sex (both receiving), mutual masturbation, PnV sex, very mild cock warming Summary: It’s Valentines! The day of being smothered in affection, cards, flowers. A day to be wined and dined. However, you’re on the other side of the globe. That doesn’t stop him from finding ways to enjoy your company. Although, you’ve got a little surprise for him. Notes: After writing a sad, sad fic, I present to you, a happy fluff one haha. Inspired by Dream (Shawn amended).

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Since the winter storms had eased, parks have begun to draw more and more visitors as the days warmed up. Snow melted into watery pools. Birds lined the power lines and barren trees were beginning to show signs of fresh leaves.  

With his eyes shut, Connor was basking in the glow of the sun. From sound alone, he could piece together all that was occurring around him. Someone was selling hotdogs, their jovial advertising occasionally reminding him of the low, low price of their goods. From what he gathered, the preserved meat wrapped in carbohydrates attracted quite a crowd.

Children squealed and giggled as they rushed past his seat on a park bench, followed by the distressed scolding of exhausted parents. Joggers added to the commotion, their padding feet startling his canine companion. A blue leash was wrapped around his hand, the firm material tugging slightly at his synthetic skin. Sitting up, he reached below his knee to scratch the ears of an excited Saint Bernard.

“Sumo,” he chuckled. “It’s okay boy.”

The dog whined in response and let out a playful bark.

Connor relaxed back onto the bench, turning his attention away from Sumo. Across the park’s lake was a familiar duo on their second lap around the water. Hank’s grayed hair billowed around his face he walked. A hilariously large smile pinned his cheeks in a permanent state of glee, making him appear like a smitten fool. Beside him, a woman named Rose matched his pace, wrapping a patterned shawl tightly around her frame. It was clear she was laughing at something Hank had said, his cheeks tinged bright red and growing redder when her hand met his arm.

They met sometime after the android revolution and found they shared a passion for android rights. One interest of hers was owning a small farm. While Hank did not have a green thumb, he enjoyed the tranquility of the sun rising over leafy crops. He also had the great fortune of trying the produce in her cooking. After having taken a long break from dating, the older gentleman was likely excited because today was their first Valentines.

Connor’s jaw clicked, LED flashing gold for a second. Ah. That was why he was asked to dogsit for the afternoon.

A sigh emptied from his chest. Irritatingly, as the android began scanning the park, he realized there were an awful lot of couples enjoying the lovely weather on a particularly romantic weekend. He nervously toyed with a ring on his left hand as he wondered how you were fairing on your work trip. One month was probably a record time for the longest either of you had gone without the other.

Seeking a distraction, Connor started scrolling through his notifications. Grids in blue lines flickered across his view of the park. His distress was apparent enough to warrant a soothing hand lick from Sumo, the dog moving to rest his fuzzy face on Connor’s lap.

“Thanks, boy.”

He let out another sigh. His inbox remained unchanged since the last message he received.

Love you.

Two simple words taunted him, reminding him of the physical distance between you. It didn’t help matters that your call last night ended abruptly.

“So,” you began with apprehension dripping in your voice. “There’s a chance I might be away a little longer than expected. The team really thinks one more meeting will get this deal closed. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, I swear if they try this again…I’m…”

You were losing steam, clearly too tired to think of anything clever, finishing your sentence by hanging your head back. Connor took longer than normal to respond, the android cycling through a series of phrases that would downplay his disappointment. Deciding that he couldn’t trust himself, he settled on vague.

“I see.”

He may have forgotten he was on a video call, the downward shift in his features spelling out his mood.

“Connor,” you breathed out, sinking back into your hotel bed. Sunlight filtered through thin curtains. A breeze picked up from an open window, casting intricate shadows over your cheeks, lips and nose. Your eyelids were half open, either from the brightness or from an exhaustion he couldn’t quite place. He worried briefly if you slept well, if your accommodations were enough. As you nestled between blankets, he could make out the flimsy strap of your shirt slipping past your shoulder. A twang struck his chest. Your lips parting brought his attention back to your face. “This sucks for me, too.”

“I know,” he replied, sounding deflated. “I miss you.”

You rolled from your back to your side, finding a new angle for your phone. The tone of your voice changed, dipping into more sultry notes. “What do you miss?”

Oh, he wasn’t made yesterday. He grinned as his fingers plucked away shirt buttons.

“Your taste,” he answered, wetting his lips. His boldness took you by surprise, a small moan crackling through the call.

Across the globe from where you were situated, it was night in Detroit where he was sitting at the end of your shared bed. The room was left untouched, a time capsule of when you were last there: your brush carelessly tossed onto the bed along with clothes and accessories that didn’t make the cut. Without you around, it was easy for him to slip back into his old habits and avoid sleep. Stasis wasn’t a daily requirement for machines and it certainly did not take all night to reset caches and organize his expanding matrixes.

“How much time do you have?” he asked. His shirt had joined your pile of abandoned clothes and he was making quick work on his pants.

Your gaze was drawn to some distant corner, likely checking on a virtual calendar. “An hour or two…I think.” 

His regulator pump stuttered when you glanced back at him, the heat of your full attention causing him mild discomfort in his remaining boxer briefs.

You bit your lip playfully. “What did you have in mind?”

“Will you lie back for me?” Obediently, you did as he asked, propping up your phone on a pillow to maximize the angle. He groaned softly once he realized you were bare from the waist down. Your thighs fell open slowly, the light catching onto your wet folds. “rA9, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

He heard your giggle as he worked to rid himself of his last article of clothing. “Will you show me how much you’ve missed me?” he requested.

You made a show of it, dragging your hands slowly from your clothed chest, rolling each nipple until they hardened. A bright glint caught his eye, his gaze following a ring on your hand. He had one that matched it, a white gold band that was cool on his heating skin. It bumped along his length as his hands leisurely stroked up and down. He adjusted his audio output to maximize the obscene squelch of damp skin, smirking when he caught your reaction to it.

“You look so good like this,” he whispered. “Laid out for me to see.”

“C-Con…” Your whimper made his grip tighten.

Funny enough, this was the first time he’d ever done this, a thrill running through his systems. He was beginning to see the appeal as he watched you push a finger past your folds.

“I miss…” you muffled a moan as your other hand began rubbing circles over your clit. It took significant effort to speak, the sentence pinching off with a gasp. “I miss f-feeling you in my throat.”

Connor made a choked noise as he painted a pretty picture of his tongue curled deep in you. How you’d squirm if he accompanied the feeling with his length slipping down your throat. He imagined a game of who could make the other fall apart sooner. It would be a little unfair, the android was more than capable of delivering filth with his tongue preoccupied by highjacking speakers or simply using his audio unit to speak.

“You look stunning. Would you like to see what I see?”

He made good on his promise one day by commandeering the television to broadcast a memory he had of you on your knees, made you watch as he licked into you. This was a stark contrast to the man who nearly stumbled over—as he was standing still, mind you—from asking you out.

“Do you like dogs?”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cute.”

“Would you like to walk one? I mean, walk me—walk with me and a dog?”

Embarrassment was putting it lightly, he was mortified for not relying more heavily on the suggestions offered by his social modules. Your enthusiastic smile doused his panic.

“I’d love to.”

It took many dates, but he worked through his nerves and gave you a peek of the deviant hunter that still lurked beneath his sweet, tender exterior. All it took was stumbling through the darkness of your apartment, his hands following your waist and one messy collision of lips to unlock the man you knew today.

“Connor…”

“Y-yes, love?”

“Wish you were h-here,” you said between moans.

He was about to respond when an alert from Detroit Police Department took up half his sight. “Sorry. I—” he trailed off, focused on writing up a reply. The sight of you knuckle deep in yourself had set him completely off track tonight. “I forgot I was on call.”

“Wait, I thought you weren’t doing night shifts anymore? Something about fair labor and giving androids reasonable shifts?”

“Correct, however, overtime is still optional and I have been waiting for some forensics results.”

Talking about homicide was the nail in the coffin of your phone sex session. Your throat cleared and you sat back up in your bed with a worried look. “Is it the case you’ve been stuck on?”

“It is…” Connor sounded distracted, his eyes panning over text you couldn’t see.

“Should we…”

He apologized again. “Rain check?”

“Mhmm. Don’t work all night.” You kept your tone light, but he could detect the disappointment from your gaze drifting lower.

“I’ll try not to. Have a good day, my love.”

“Night, Connor.”

Come morning, he sent you a message, optimistic that he’d be hearing from you again. Hours passed and his notifications remained unchanged. Before he knew it, it was time to take Sumo out for a walk. An afternoon at the park had boosted his mood and while Rose was kind enough to extend an invitation to spend his evening with them, Connor knew better than to intrude on their date night.

“Are you sure, dear?” she insisted. The older couple shared a quick glance. “We’d be happy to have you.”

Her head tilted at him, shoulders slouching with her hands clasped together. The extra attention made Connor’s cheeks flush. Somehow, despite lacking a childhood, Rose managed to transcend synthetic experiences, making him feel as small as a child standing between two doting parents. It didn’t help that Hank’s palm rocked his shoulders with a few rough shakes.

“We wouldn’t mind the company, son.”

Connor shook his head, making extra effort to hide the golden hue of his indicator. “Thank you for the offer, but I have plans.”

A lie, but the two did not push.

After a full day of slobbery kisses from Sumo, a shower was the first thing on Connor’s mind. As soon as he stepped out, hair still dripping, he found himself gravitating to his side of the bed. There, he laid staring into space, still restless from last night. You had been difficult to reach and he assumed it was related to your recent uptick in workload.

His head was turned, cheek pressed into a pillow as he stared over at your side. Raising his arm, he moved to stroke his fingers along the cool material. When he brought it closer, he couldn’t resist taking a deep inhale. Your scent flooded his sensors, triggering an array of fond memories, like the one before you left. His software began constructing the scene. It was like he was there again, with his face nuzzled between the curve of your neck and jaw, his ticklish breath eliciting a small laugh from you.

“Morning,” he said softly.

“What time is it?” you replied with a jolt at the end of the question. The first thing on your mind was not missing your flight.

“We have time.” A plastic hand slipped between your thighs, quickly finding its target. He wondered what you dreamed about as his fingers slipped through your folds with ease.

“You’re going to…ah…make me late.”

Back in reality, Connor was beginning to feel foolish for bothering with undergarments. An obvious bulge strained against soft cotton and he wasted little time in slipping the elastic band lower to free himself. His fingers stroked the swollen head of his cock, wetting his hand with his own slick as he relived the memory of plunging his fingers into your wet heat.

He moaned into your pillow while wrapping his hand around his length, pumping his hips into his fist like a beast in a rut. The holographic creation of you arched into his chest, joining his moans with gasps of your own.

Connor continued watching the replay—his favorite part—when he replaced his fingers with his cock. Your face was pressed into the pillow, body twisted to present your hips to him.

“I thought you were worried about the time?” he teased as the flat of his palm followed your curves.

You responded with a glare, lining yourself up to him. Before he had a chance to react, you sunk him down to the hilt.

“A-ah…!” he gasped.

“Then you better hurry,” you answered with a wink.

When his hand wasn’t enough, he pulled additional sensory data from his memory, groaning loudly into the room as he felt the tightness of your muscles. He just about lost it when you moaned his name, pleading for him to go faster. His teeth bit into his lower lip as his legs tensed, toes curling into sheets. What little control he had of his limbs left him as he chased his end with frantic thrusts. He had lost sight of his constructed fantasy, eyes clamping shut as electricity shot up and down his spine.

“F-fuck…fuck…” he whimpered, thankfully remembering to not spill all over the sheets.

As his software anomalies began to recover and static no longer dominated his vision, he slumped back onto his side of the bed with his eyes fixed onto the ceiling. He was still the perfect storm of unsatisfied with his limbs simultaneously buzzing for action and his heart not much fuller. Perhaps a bit of stasis would do him some good.

His lashes fluttered and the moonlit ceiling faded into darkness.

It used to be a running joke that androids dreamed of electric sheep. After the revolution, when Connor attempted stasis, what he saw made his thirium grow cold. An empty virtual garden greeted him, lit up by one spotlight like a theatrical stage in an abandoned warehouse. But there was no Amanda and no snow waiting to freeze his metal limbs. When he willed for it to all disappear, he was rewarded with an empty gray box as his new surroundings. It was then that he realized he could change the garden.

Some days he made it his workspace so he could walk through crime scenes and solve cases while his processes recalibrated in the background. Tonight, his imaginations were fixated on you. For the most part his dreams were innocent, filled with reliving his favorite memories or ones he wanted to experience. Such as him lying in bed with your arm draped over his waist and your lips pressed against his neck.

You might say something like: “Surprise, I’m back.”

Strangely, the pressure and heat on his arm felt more tangible than it should have been. His head shifted, peering down at your virtual form as you repeated yourself.

“I’m back. Wake up, love.”

He missed this, your voice spoken without the support of cell towers or the subtle breath between words that no microphone could capture. Bits and pieces of reality filtered through his dreamworld. Warm fingers trended down his arm and he was receptive to your touch, his skin flickering between flesh and plastic tones. He felt your hand entangle with his until your wedding bands lined up, clicking together as if magnetized.

“Did you have a nice dream? I’ve never had this much trouble waking you,” you chuckled.

“Well,” he responded with the corner of his mouth curling. “This is a major improvement.”

“Is that so?”

The hand holding yours slipped out to grip your wrist and tugged. Immediately, you froze, managing to stop his momentum by placing a palm down onto the mattress. 

“Wait, wait. I’m still wearing the clothes I traveled in!” you cried out.

“That is a solvable problem, my love.”

He sat up, brown eyes gleaming and face pulled in a smile that seemed too pure and sweet, too brimming with joy to match the frenzied, desperate movement of his hands working to shed your clothes. A palm dragged across the expanse of your rib cage, synthetic fingers digging lines into skin. You tried to be an active participant by squirming out of the cotton T-shirt. As he pulled it over your head, it stuck momentarily and you had to share a laugh at human clumsiness interfering with machine efficiency. He breathed out a sigh once you were freed.

You gently stroked his cheek. “So…what were you dreaming about?”

“You,” Connor said with his chin resting above your abdomen. He moved to work on your jeans, laying one kiss below your belly button, his nose nuzzling close before laying more scattered kisses lower.

“Was I doing anything in your dream?” 

Your fingers met soft strands of brown hair, enjoying how they separated and slipped out of your grasp. You watched him ghost his fingers across the edge of the denim waistband, suddenly more patient than he was earlier. His tongue tapped your skin, distracting you from his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping. The light on his head spun as he processed data beyond your comprehension. Whatever Connor discovered left him moaning into your skin.

Large palms dug between fabric and the backs of your thighs, pushing it down. As you stepped out of the pile of clothes, he pulled you by the waist, dragging your hips down with him. You were higher up on the bed than you expected, parting your thighs around his shoulders. He watched you intensely between his lashes, using his hands to coax your hips closer to his face.

“You were lying here…with me.” His voice was rough and mixed with audio interference.

“That’s it?” you teased. “Just us, cuddling?”

Connor wasn’t listening anymore, or more, he was too focused on something else entirely, his sight set on the apex of your thighs. His grip slipped down to keep you still as he peppered light kisses up your inner thigh. You felt his lips travel higher, his teeth faintly tracing your skin. The faintest pressure was applied to your entrance, his tongue barely licking your folds. Connor was a man on a self imposed mission, pushing his tongue forward to swirl the nerves above. He shouldn’t have chuckled at your desperate whine, the former deviant hunter enjoying the grip he had on his catch of the day.

Could you blame him? Seconds of delay was a lifetime to a machine, now imagine a month of time to make him unhinged.

“Can I at least turn around?” you asked. “I promise it’ll be—” Connor’s lips wrapped around your clit, tongue curling in waves. “—good!”

Pulling at his hair did not persuade the android, his brow arching defiantly from between your thighs. Instead, he followed the force of your warning tug, pushing his face closer and dipping his tongue to lick at your clenching muscles. Your pleas fell on deaf ears and you shuddered in his grip. He could almost feel you tipping over the edge before he released you, lying back to flash you a broad, guilt-free grin.

“Alright, now you can move.”

You mumbled vague, teasing threats as you shuffled over to face away from him, your eyes set on his neglected cock. Leaning over to support your weight on your elbows, you brought your hands around his length and his hips excitedly followed. You were slow, using both thumbs to tease his tip, smearing his slick over the angry red flesh.

“S-sweetheart,” he choked out.

“Don’t sweetheart me,” you teased. “Not when you were being evil a second ago.”

Hearing you talk about it only encouraged him, his tongue giving your clit a quick flick.

“Can you blame me?”

“Mmm…Yes!” Determined to not be distracted by Connor, your mouth hovered over him, tongue peeking out in anticipation.

What came out of his audio unit was barely human as you unexpectedly swallowed as much of him as you could. It stung a little, your throat stretching to accommodate his size, but it was worth it to feel him squirm. You used everything you had at your disposal, your fingers, stroking and squeezing when your mouth pulled off him, your tongue curling around the hot and heavy shape of him, and your moan, which served to tighten your throat in the sweetest torture.

A torrent of software anomalies cut through the darkness behind his closed eyes but it did not deter him from maneuvering his fingers to stroke your tensing walls, nor did it ruin his focus as his tongue flicked your clit at inhuman speeds. The RK800 indulged—basked in your presence. If there was anything Connor enjoyed the most, it was seeing you come apart, to feel you writhe in his grasp, to flooding your senses like you did to his.

Your shoulders tensed, skin feeling impossibly hot and tight as his fingers continued to summon a spark that climbed up your spine. It built up, until there was nowhere left for it to go except explode in fizzes that consumed your nerves. His name was a muffled cry in your throat, one that triggered his own end.

You heard him curse as he lapped once more into your pulsing core, followed by a string of words that you couldn’t hear over the ringing in your ears. You did hear his chuckle, felt him rest his damp cheek on your thigh.

“Are you still with me?”

By some small mercy, you hadn’t choked on him as he was still in your mouth. Releasing him with a wet pop, you replied, “No. I’m pretty sure you just killed me.”

He laughed while you managed to untangle from him to turn and face him, returning to straddle his thighs. He joined you in an upright position and you met his gaze, followed the subtle twitch of his irises as he focused on your blissed out smile. Perhaps it was the culmination of distance, time, or the stresses of work and finally…coming home, a weight was simultaneously lifted as a new one settled in your chest. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to finally enjoy his welcoming embrace.

“I couldn’t wait to get back to you,” you whispered in the dark.

He stroked your sweat slick skin, tracing the gentle curve of your back.

“Did you know, I was afraid to go into stasis when you were away?”

“What?” You sat up straighter in the bed, knees falling further apart. Connor shifted strategically, brushing your core with his tip. “What do you mean?”

“I had a theory it would only make me miss you more.”

“Oh…Connor.”

“When I woke, you were here so…” He leaned in, finally getting the kiss he’d been yearning for. You could feel the upward tug of his lips, the sugary, tooth rotting affection he so desperately wanted to convey. “Now I’m going to be sorely disappointed if this isn’t always the end result.”

“Ooo, maybe this is still a—”

Connor interrupted your playful remark, capturing your lips with the gentle push of his hand around the back of your neck. You still hovered over him and he whimpered into the kiss when you circled your hips. He broke away first, slowly, as if to say he wasn’t going anywhere, the heat of his exhaust still warm and close on your skin.

A blue light shimmered from his fingertips down to his elbows, revealing the intricate panels of his synthetic muscles. His palms buzzed faintly around your cheeks. Warm honeyed eyes, tinted with an electric blue hue held yours captive.

“I love you,” he said, voice low and quiet.

You captured one of his hands with yours, repeating his words with as much devotion as you could. “I love you too, Connor.”

Together, in sync, you sank onto him as he rose up to push into you. Wrapping his arms tightly around your back, his fingers kneaded your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Your arms fit over his shoulders, cradling his face. He prepared you more than enough, sliding in with ease until you sat comfortably on his lap.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he half slurred on your collarbones as he licked and sucked the flesh. “Of you.”

You dipped your head, meeting his dazed eyes. “You have me. You’ll always have me.”

Your words stoked a new fire in him as he began to bounce you over his lap. When his mouth began searching for yours, he laid sloppy kisses up your jaw until he claimed your lips. He licked into your mouth like he couldn’t get enough of being a part of you, driving the point further home with deep, slow thrusts. When he pulled you off his lap, he kept you stretched open, only to slide back at an angle that had you clawing his neck and shoulders. Pressed this close, his pelvis rubbed against your clit and you were certain you wouldn’t last. 

The thought went out the window when he freed his hand to slip between your bodies. It would be a cramped and uncomfortable position for a man, but his joints could tolerate odd angles. His fingers alternated between slow sweeping strokes and quick circles. He could tell when you were close, extended your pleasure for both of your sakes with his well timed fingers.

A sensation of being build up and up, like an elevator that seemed to go on indefinitely tugged at the edges of your mind. It was worse than waiting for a beat that promised to drop.

“Connor!”

If his soft grunts and moans were anything to go by, the RK800 was thoroughly enjoying himself. His nose was on your neck and he could feel your heart pounding through thin skin.

“Almost there. You’re doing so…” he moaned, feeling your muscles begin to spasm. “S-so, well.”

“Connor…I’m…please…!”

He pulled you flush into his lap, burying himself as deep as he could go, striking the last frazzled nerve you had left. It wasn’t nearly as intense as your first one but it contained a closeness that the other one did not. Connor slowed the movement of his thrusts and you felt him fill and stiffen before a wash of warmth trickled into you. You both rode out each others highs for a few more moments, stroking each others backs lovingly and him, lovesick as he was, had a grin spreading from ear to ear.

When you both settled down a bit, he made movements to gently lift you. Your legs clamped tight, dissuading him.

“W-wait. Can we…stay together? Like this?” you asked.

Even though your suggestion made him twitch from within you, he nodded, knowing you both desired a different kind of intimacy. He wiped a stray bead of sweat off your brow. “Of course.”

Your thighs ached in protest as your body decided your knees didn’t make good weight bearing cushions.

“Maybe we can try lying down?”

He leaned backwards, guiding you down with him, careful to not disturb how you were both still connected. You relaxed and laid your head on his chest.

“What happened to your extra meeting?” he asked, tone light and curious.

“Uhh…I kinda told them I had a family emergency.”

“Sweetheart,” he replied, slightly worried, not about the family emergency, it was obvious enough that you had lied to get back to him sooner.

“They’ll be fine without me. They signed when I landed in Detroit so…”

Connor made a poor attempt at a chiding scoff but couldn’t mask his smile. You pivoted your hips to distract him, and it did, briefly.

“I do not condone your actions…”

“But…?” you probed.

“I am glad to have you home.”

You hummed something back to him. It mostly sounded like gibberish even to his sharp ears. When he glanced down at you, he found your eyes shut, breathing even. Eventually, your body would protest for sleeping in such a strange position. He’d slip you off of him to your side of the bed, clean you off with a warm towel and tuck you both back into bed.

As for now…

His arm draped over your back and the other pulled the covers up. Connor laid a gentle peck on your forehead, caught the slight lift in your lips and couldn’t help but lay one more kiss down. He let out a deep sigh, content to shut his eyes and join you in a short slumber. 

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #dbh connor #rk800 #reader insert #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #connor rk800 x reader

[singeart]

20 Writer Questions

Thank you @mytardisisparked for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

An astounding 20! I never thought I'd write this many haha

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

79,836

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Star Trek Voyager and The X Files! I always thought about writing for Once Upon A Time but never felt a strong enough calling- I'm pretty happy with how Captain Swan played out ;)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

+ A Flower for Everytime I Think of You (chlonath from Miraculous Ladybug, I miss how popular this ship was ;-; I feel like I can't find anything new for it on here)

(the rest are from Voyager~)

+ Two Shorten the Road

+ Suspension

+ Compote

+ Gold Rush

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yeah for the most part! Especially if people point out a certain part they liked I live for that!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I am a happy ending girlie, all the angst happens in the middle of my fics lol. That being said, I think For That Which Ails You could be considered a little angsty at the end because Scully is still terminally ill, nothing has actually changed, and Mulder wasn't there when she woke up. There's a bit of melancholy to it!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Compote! Fluffy throughout and then they share a laugh and a Moment tm at the end of it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Writing kisses is hard enough lmao. I also just don't want to

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No I've never even thought about doing that! Voyager x X Files would be so fun though

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, though yeah AI has probably scanned some of my works

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nay

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, technically, but brainstorming with the bestie and mutuals is always great for inspiration!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can't choose, Janeway x Chakotay and Mulder x Scully are both profound to meee

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well...I had this idea for a Admiral Janeway centered fic but I don't think it's going to happen. Also a couple of AU ideas for J/C but eh they don't feel original enough u_u

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue babey, I think!! And the little meaningful exchanges that come with? I also think I can write subtle funny stuff pretty well though maybe it's only noticeable to me haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing a scene, I never do I am relying on the reader's imagination LOL

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Never had a reason to, not that I'm fluent in anything else :/

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Miraculous Ladybug ^_^

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think it's still Kathryn Janeway, PI because I loove the idea of her playing detective and writing from Chakotay's pov was a nice challenge for me, but Hastilude is coming in at a close second... I really enjoyed coming up with a case that Mulder and Scully had to solve and figuring out how all the pieces fit together, plus I got to put them in silly little outfits, what's not to like?

Tagging: the user reading this!! seriously I want to know :3c

#not art #umm hehe you can always send me asks about my fics i am dyin to know if people pick up on the symbolism and such #idk how to tag this uhh self promo time? yall mind if i uhh #x files fanfiction #janeway x chakotay #chlonath

[echo-bleu]

For the wips game, Arafinwë and Nerdanel sounds most intriguing! And also, because I am me: Celebrimbor + EDS

Haha thank you!

I was waiting for you to ask about Celebrimbor + EDS, I won't lie. It's in very very early stages, but I envision it as an extension of silver and the various headcanons I've already shared for him, exploring different times in the life of Celebrimbor where he has EDS, starting with the early days in Himlad.

In this (otherwise mostly canon compliant) AU, Celebrimbor started really feeling the effects of his illness around the time of Maedhros's recovery, and when they went east, Celegorm chose to stay with him and Curufin to help him through that. So there would be a good deal of exploration of those three and their relationship, which fascinates me. And I'd also like to write about them post-re-embodiment. And probably some middle pieces about Celebrimbor in Nargothrond, in Eregion and in the time in between.

I genuinely only have two paragraphs written, so here's one of them, made of terrifyingly long sentences xD

Centuries later, when all that came to pass has long turned into stories, and is soon to become nothing more than legends, it is said that the reason Celegorm son of Fëanor did not have a realm of his own, during the long siege of Angband, is that he was even then fey and wild and of a changing mood, and his brothers strove to keep him under their supervision. It is said that Curufin the Crafty, younger but far more stable of mind, though he would turn out no less cruel in the end, volunteered for that task, and so they dwelt and ruled together in Himlad, though Celegorm was often seen abroad, hunting the servants of the Enemy.

Arafinwë and Nerdanel is much more advanced, though it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. A few weeks ago I read the first book of Nos Jours Brûlés by Laura Nsafou, an afrofuturist YA series where the Sun is hidden and they live in permanent night. It got me thinking about the time after the Darkening for the elves who stayed in Valinor, the changes in society, and how precious any light would have been for those elves who had never known anything but the permanent light of the Trees.

Here's a snippet:

And the endless night seems to eat away at them all. Dark thoughts breed in the darkness. Light has become a luxurious commodity, for them who have built their houses to soak up in the gold and silver of Laurelin and Telperion and are now ensconced in shadows. Candlemakers have been overrun, oil lamps are being jealously guarded, and now— Only one has ever found how to capture light and keep it indefinitely. “They said you were hoarding Fëanáro’s lamps,” Arafinwë says, watching Nerdanel’s face closely. She snorts without humour. “Hardly. I gave away every light I could spare, most of them to Indis for the palace – as you should know. The rest, one went to a friend who thinks he might be able to replicate them, a few small ones to neighbours who came to ask. They—” She waves at the overturned, destroyed furniture— “did not ask.” “What did they take, then?” “Early prototypes, mostly, like this one.” She nods at the one remaining lamp, which flickers even as she speaks. “They are unpredictable, and occasionally dangerous. A few lamps that need – needed – to recharge in the Treelight and won’t last more than a few days. The one good light I kept for my workshop, and a light sculpture that was a gift from Fëanáro upon the birth of Maitimo.” She looks away as she says their names.

From this WIP ask game.

#thank you! #ask game #echo's fanfiction #celebrimbor #nerdanel #finarfin #silmarillion #silm fic #tolkien

[ilovethewaleses]

For me it’s not the trousers really, although I think overall this is too casual for Westminster abbey even if it’s not a super formal occasion. I don’t think she looks bad, but the knitted jumper brings it down (again, because it’s in the wabbey) and I overall rarely like the open coat looks because I think it makes the look a bit sloppy and unfinished.

I’m not a fan of the constant trouser suits, just as I wasn’t a fan of the constant knitwear last year. It’s just… the same thing. And if it’s a conscious decision I think they miss the point of Kate’s fashion, because what she wears is important for the attention she gets and therefore what attention her causes get. I had a conversation with someone who writes for an American publication back in October about this, and she said that they wrote and posted less about her because it was nothing to write about really. Which is a shame, but it’s the reality.

I also have opinions about people saying that trouser suits are “more professional” because it’s more professional opposed to what? But that’s another discussion.

Thank you for your perspective! I really appreciate when people share their thoughts with me.

I do have to say that I disagree with a lot of it but that is just because fashion is subjective - just like art. What I really don't understand is when she was wearing a lot of dresses - they were all *very* similar. A-line or sheath, usually. Either in a solid color or every once in a while - a slightly bolder print. They were very pretty! I loved them and continue to love them! But what is so different between that and variations on suits? I really don't understand the part about the American publication. They don't write about her as much because there's nothing to write about? But there was more to write about when she wore a slightly different dress? 🤷🏼‍♀️

But again - just different thoughts. I completely understand people who prefer dresses! But for example, white trousers with gold detailing, a jumper, and a beautiful matching coat is, to me, more interesting than, for example, her coat last year which was a solid block of purple - lovely! Gorgeous! But not any more interesting or fun to look at (to me!) than a 3-piece outfit. I also do not agree that suits are more professional than dresses just like I completely disagree that dresses are more appropriate than trousers.

I just fundamentally don't agree that this outfit is any more or less festive, elegant, or appropriate than what she's worn before (other than her first one which was objectively the most festive because... big bow and bright red! Can't compete with that, lol!)

Anyway again, thank you for sharing these thoughts! I *think* most people's comments about the trousers are all in good fun but sometimes it's hard to tell haha. I think one of the most fun things about royal watching is that you have these people who will be on the world stage and in the public eye for a long, long time. I love watching the different iterations on Catherine's style as I will imagine it will take many different turns in the next 20, 30, 40 years. We shall see!

#I have officially wrote my longest post ever on... trousers #LOL #ask #answered

[quinloki]

Hi hi! If the One Piece self ship rambling is open, I would love to throw my hat (haha straw hat) into the ring! I recently got into the show (and yes I am making my slow journey across 1000 episodes) and have been falling in love with it quickly. And uh… I may have fallen for a certain blonde pirate cook. As I like to put it. I am currently Sanji for Sanji haha! I just don’t know! The way he genuinely can be a kind and badass dude but also be hilarious has my heart. Not to mention, someone mentioned in the anime that he first fell for Nami upon seeing her being silly with her friends. Not prim and proper nor stellar. Just herself. And I just… I NEED THAT!

This led to me creating a sona for One Piece! Since I’m still working through the show, my sona lore (I tend to treat them like OCs but based off of me and my own growth throughout the years alongside other self indulgent stuff like “mmm… I’mma be a pirate”) is still up in the air. And I probably won’t talk about all the lore here since gosh it would probably be… way longer then I’d like to admit… I made a species for this (specifically an One Piece version of selkies cause I discovered One Piece did nothing with selkies yet and upon discovering Sanji had a thing for mermaids, my brain went “hmm… seal mermaids”), I just gosh I’ve been enjoying this show so much and creating this sona. So far she is a member of the Strawhat Pirates, having initially joined to get passage to her home island due to being kidnapped from it by pirates and being utterly lost only to find family in the crew and become their chronicler, recording their adventures alongside any important information they should keep in mind while sailing such as supplies and current plans. I think so far my favorite thing for planning her has been designing her cause I decided to have her face initially covered for backstory reasons so she looks intimidating only to be a crybaby failgirl who is quickly charmed by Sanji but is too nervous and caught off guard by these feelings to say anything cause expectation subversion. And I don’t know, I’m such a sucker for the trope where the hopeless flirt actually gets a win without knowing it cause the other person is struggling to convey it. And so I’m excited to explore the duo that is the “looks like she could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll” mess and this malewife cook I adore who simp for each other

And yeah! Thanks for providing this opportunity and I hope you enjoyed the rambling! And consider me a follower of this blog since you seem epic!

\o/ I love it!! And welcome to the fandom! I hope your experience is as great as mine has been!

I've fell in with really solid people and I cannot actually hype them up enough to be honest. If you do come across someone cranky, just block 'em and more on honestly - it's a huge fandom so there's all types wandering around.

Sanji's a good choice! He's got a heart of gold as far as I'm concerned. I have plans for a multi-chapter fic for him soon ^_^ (soon being 2024 at this point, but still). He's not one of my mains, but only because he's a little too much for me xD

I love the addition of a Selkie and everything that entails. It is a solid set up for a really good romance between your OC and Sanji =3 And you can adjust it as you want in the One Piece world - have fun with it \o/

I hope your story develops, and you feel compelled to write it down, even if you don't share it! \o/ May all your words and arts for it be just as you want them. <3

#quin answers #quin muses #x reader #reader insert #black leg sanji

[dragonjesterwrites]

Sun and Moom separately with a Reader who comes to work dressed as a Pirate? They change their personality and act all cocky and teasy too? Thank you and I love your blog 💓

Ohoho I really liked this ask! I got a wee bit carried away with it haha, hope you enjoy! (And thank you! 🥺💛)

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"Moon, have you seen my hat?" Sun asked as he dropped to a squat and lifted a box. He couldn't believe it- it was only the first day of the Pizzaplex's Halloween Week, Pirate Day, and he'd already lost his hat.

"Er, no. Sorry. Did you check the play structures?" Came the reply from the other side of their shared room. The rustling of fabric resumed again as Sun sighed.

"Only about three times now. Oh, what am I going to do…" He reached up to tug at his rays, pacing back and forth across the wooden floorboards.

"You could make one." Moon suggested, and Sun paused in his distressed pacing, lifted foot slowly dropping down to the ground.

"Ooh, that's not a bad idea at all…" Sun began tapping his fingers on his hips, head quickly swiveling to look for pieces of construction paper. "Do you think-"

"They'll love it." If Sun could smile wider, he would. While he appreciated having his own body, sharing with Moon for so long left them on the same wavelength, so to speak. They were different people, sure, with differing personalities and opinions, but they'd known each other so long they usually had a general idea of what the other was thinking about.

Sun clambered through the tube into Moon's side of the room, standing up and brushing himself off. Moon's side of the room was dark on account of his visual sensitivity, and Sun couldn't see terribly well in it, but he could see enough. Moon turned to greet him, arms stretched out so Sun could give him his opinion. His nightcap had been swapped out for a silver-trimmed bicorn hat with a large white feather. He wore a black long coat with silver buttons and a ruffled shirt, tucked into dark breeches, which were in turn tucked into knee-high boots. Sun wore a very similar outfit, though his was lighter and had gold accents instead of silver- and he still needed a hat.

"And you! They'll love you, you look amazing, Moony! Very dashing." Sun walked forward to adjust Moon's ruffled shirt, patting him on the shoulders when he was done.

"Thank you, Sunny." Moon spun his faceplate excitedly, making Sun giggle. "Y'know, I think I saw a packet of craft feathers at the very top of the leftmost storage shelf in the back."

"Oh-? I'm gonna go look, thank you!" Sun ran up the stairs to the entrance of the balcony, turned to Moon to wave, then slipped through the velvet curtains, leaving his counterpart to the darkness. He called the cable, but feeling adventurous, chose to ride it down, one foot fitting snugly in the curve of the hook. "Yohoho!"

~~~~~

Several hours of teaching the little ones "pirate words" like "mutiny" and "poop deck" (that one got lots of giggles), foam-sword fighting, and various high-seas themed arts and crafts sessions later, the main event was about to begin. Sun and Moon called everyone back to the "ship", the massive lime green playground structure connected to its red twin by a large bridge. The two monoliths had had some easy modifications done; hollow masts with large cloth sails had been stuck on top of each, large painted foam cutouts of ships were propped up against the entire lengths of the bridge-sides, several foam-ball cannons had been installed sporadically in the gaps, and treasure chests filled with stuffed animals, snacks, and various pieces of cheap Fazbear merch lay scattered throughout the padded levels.

"Yarr-har-har! 'Tis a good day to be a pirate, ey Cap'n Moon?" Sun asked, throwing an arm around Moon from where he kneeled close to the entrance of the bridge. The cluster of kids dressed in various pieces of pirate garb giggled and turned to Moon, picking up on the beginning of something.

"Aye, certainly is, Cap'n Sun. We got a good haul." Moon patted the treasure chest next to him.

"Aye, we did, we did! And 'tis such a beautiful day on our ship, nothin' but clear skies, good company, and-" Sun suddenly let out a dramatic gasp and rose slightly from where he was kneeling, the children's eyes going wide and turning to see what he was looking at. "Yarggh! It be a bunch of scallywags! A raiding party! Quickly, pirates, to the cannons!"

Sun and Moon shared a quiet chuckle as the little ones began gasping and yelling in delight. Through the double doors streamed a ragtag group of preteens and teenagers dressed in eyepatches, ruffled shirts, and bandanas- unbeknownst to the little ones, their older siblings had signed up to engage in a glorious battle against them, led by you, their own Captain. As you raised your bedazzled foam sword high in the air, your other hand on your hip, your eyes locked with Sun and Moon, and you winked at them before unleashing your battle cry.

"Arrgh! Attack!"

Your group of pirates lifted their own swords into the air, whooping and cheering as they surged towards their "ship" while their younger siblings pelted them with foam balls from the cannons. Within minutes, the Daycare was in chaos- the best kind of chaos, Sun thought. Everyone was having a blast.

In his peripherals as he crawled through his ship, he saw Moon engaging in battle with none other than you. Moon parried a strike at his torso, an overhead swipe, and a jab at his chest before making a move of his own and swinging his sword down with a cackle.

But you grinned and leapt back on the swinging bridge, ducking as a foam ball soared over your head with that lovely laugh, then darted forward and took a swipe at his legs.

"Hello, Captain Moon, hello Captain Sun. I like yer clothes. Especially yer hat, there, Sunny."

"Hello, Cap'n. Come to take our treasure, I take it?" Moon asked, cocking his faceplate to the side as he jabbed at you.

"Aye, I have." You replied with a confident smirk that made Sun's servos stutter. "But ta tell the truth, I'm also after somethin' far more valuable than all the Fizzy Faz in the Pizzaplex."

"And what would that be?" Sun called from his position as he aimed a cannon at you. Your eyes and grin widened and you just managed to deflect the foam ball he shot at you, before jumping back out of reach of Moon and placing a hand over your heart.

"Why, yer affections, of course." You winked at them both again, and hoo, boy, if your flirting didn't send Sun's fans into overdrive. He wasn't used to you being this forward, but he couldn't say he minded, not in the slightest.

"Is that right?" Moon asked calmly, but even over the din of battle cries and laughter, Sun could hear Moon's own fans kicking up a notch or two.

You beamed at them before lunging forward to strike at Moon, catching him off guard and making him stumble. "Aye! The two of ye have captured my heart, 'tis only fair I have yers, ey?"

That did it, you were going to make him short-circuit. Moon was in no better shape, barely moving quickly enough to dodge your next swipe. You advanced across the bridge, and two more slashes through the air inches from Moon's chest had him fall backwards next to Sun with an "oof". Sun went to withdraw his own sword to defend him, only to remember it had been nicked by one of your crew members early into the fray.

His gaze snapped to your face as you entered their ship in a half crouch, watching as you took your sword and tilted Moon's faceplate up with the tip. You turned to eye Sun, and he gave an amused, shaky huff and held his hands up in surrender. A quick glance around revealed none of the children nearby, most were battling playfully down below.

"Ya fought bravely, Captains, but I do believe the victory is mine." You tilted your own head to the side with that cocky grin.

"Aye." Moon propped himself up on his elbows with a grunt, your foam sword pressing harmlessly against his neck. "But I think we're the real winners here, hm?"

"Agreed." Sun said, with a softness he didn't often use, rays fluttering.

Your gaze softened and you lowered your sword, grin transforming into an adorable smile. You leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to Moon's faceplate, and Sun only had to long a second or two before you turned to him, cupping his faceplate with your warm, gentle hand, your fingers between his rays and kissing him against his silicone smile, and oh, he could just melt.

But sadly, decommissioning via affection would have to wait- you had walked right into their trap. Their words and love were genuine, but they wouldn't allow you to win so easily, oh no. You jumped and pulled away from Sun as Moon snatched your sword from your limp hand with a cackle, flipping up into a crouch. He tossed the weapon to Sun, who deftly caught it. Eyes wide, you twirled around to grab Moon's from where he had dropped it, but he had already picked it up, and poked you in the back with it as Sun held the edge of yours against your own neck.

"Oh, you scurvy dogs." It seemed you were trying your best to glare, but your broad, amused smile and impressed tone did nothing to help your case.

"Well, how rude." Sun gasped in mock offense, free hand coming up to cover his chest. "What do we do with rude scallywags, Captain Moon?"

"Why, we toss 'em into the shark-infested ballpit, Captain Sun." Moon replied smoothly, the spinning of his faceplate the only thing conveying his amusement.

"Now, ye wait just a minute-" You were practically laughing by this point, but they ignored your giggly protests in favor of scooping you up and carrying you to the center of the bridge.

"Listen up, you lot! We 'ave yer Cap'n! Best surrender now, ya hear?" Sun called out to the fighting siblings below. Your crew stopped and stared up at you, some surprised, some disappointed, and some amused. Sun and Moon's crew, on the other hand, began yelling in delight and stomping their little feet, grouping up to snatch your crew's swords away and begin surrounding them while the three of you made your way down.

"Well done, pirates." Moon praised their crew as you reached them, patting the nearest tot on the head. "Now then… let's throw them into the pit!" Their crew let out a roar of approval, and surged forward, bringing their prisoners along with.

Sun took you from Moon, and as he secured his hold on you, he admired the effort you'd put into your costume, careful not to knock your hat off your head. Moon strode beside you both, both crews in tow, one groaning and the other giggling excitedly. They reached the bridge, and Sun lifted you high in the air, while Moon spread his arms dramatically.

"Ready, pirates? We're gonna throw this marauder overboard! On the count of three, count with me now…"

The little pirates counted down between delighted giggles, and Sun was happy to see even you and your crew couldn't help but begin to grin in anticipation. "Oi, what's this smiling about? This is mutin-" you began, but before you could finish, the countdown did, and Sun turned and tossed you into the pit.

"To Davy Jones Locker with ye!" He cried to the cheers of the crew.

You popped out with a grin on your face, flailing and sinking deeper into the pit on your back. "Arghh! The sharks! They've got me!" Sun and Moon's crew began laughing and giggling, a few even picking up the plastic balls to throw at you before their crewmates pushed past so they could begin throwing their older siblings into the pit.

Moon leaned over and nudged Sun in the side. "Told you they'd like the hat."

Sun chuckled warmly and nudged Moon back. "Told you you'd get the first kiss."

Moon made a breathy noise of amusement and began fidgeting with the bells on his wrist. "I thought they never would."

"Well, lucky for us, we've got five more days of themes! What's tomorrow? Medieval day?" Sun tilted his faceplate to the side as he thought.

"Yes. They gave us some fancier jester costumes." Moon paused. "I wonder… will they be our liege, or the dragon?"

"Either way, I hope they kiss us again." Sun giggled.

"You kissed the other captain?" Sun and Moon's attention snapped to a young child, wearing an eyepatch and clutching a toy parrot, staring up at them suspiciously.

Thinking quickly, Sun picked Moon up and flung him into the pit, earning a gasp from all the children and a startled yelp from Moon as he landed in the pit next to you, spraying colorful plastic balls everywhere.

"I declare a mutiny! Every pirate on my side, ta me!" Sun laughed, sprinting away from Moon, who was scrambling out of the pit. 

"Betrayal!" Moon growled. "Every one of ye that sides with me gets the good blankets at naptime!"

Sun reached the ship and turned to watch as the fun began once more, about to call out a counter offer, when suddenly a sword came up from behind and pressed against his throat. Well, except for Moon, there was only one person tall enough to pull this off. His suspicions were confirmed when his audio sensors picked up a whisper, practically a purr that put butterflies in his waist cavity.

"Why, hello, Captain Sunny."

"Ah- hello again, Sunshine."

#sundrop x reader #sun x reader #moondrop x reader #moon x reader #fnaf sb #writing request #pirate au #sorta kinda

[library-of-ohara]

@lawscorazon asked: hiii would anyone be interested in writing an angsty rayleigh x reader fic based on the song “wake up alone“ by amy winehouse? i’m thinking the reader is young and one of rayleigh‘s many flings but they got attached and are moping abt him being gone. thank you! xx

a/n: written by Lale (@childofblackmaria) <3 i love this song and i love Rayleigh. what else can i say? this was painful to write but i enjoyed it because i'm that kind of person, haha. thank you for this request, i hope it's to your liking (and i realize now i've written you two angst pieces in a row I AM SORRY please don't tell your therapist about me) no warnings for this one, but implied sex given the request.

word count: 1.1k

Your head hurts from all the crying. 

Another night, another heartache. You can’t help but wonder if it will ever get easier, lighter. If you could ever breathe without your heart feeling so heavy in your chest, dragging you down to your knees. If his name will stop feeling like shards in your mouth. You were so tired; mostly of your own miserable self. You had known before his lips met yours the first time that this would only be a short fling, that he had a wife, his heart unavailable.

And still.

It's okay in the day, I'm staying busy Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he Got so sick of crying, so just lately When I catch myself I do a 180 I stay up, clean the house, at least I'm not drinking Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking

Nights were usually the worst. When the memories were playing on repeat in your head; his silver eyes resting on you with so much lust and adoration, your body remembering his touch as if he had engraved those memories into your skin. The small bruises and hickies were barely visible anymore, a faint red and blue and purple, dipped into stardust. He had been so gentle and yet demanding, he knew what he wanted and you had offered it to him on a silver platter, with your legs over his shoulders and his hand around your neck.

You pinch yourself in the cheeks to stay focused. Enough with the self-pity, at least for now while the sun was up and plunging your small flat into a hundred shades of gold. You throw back the covers that still smelled like him, stumble past the empty bottles of red wine you hadn’t bothered to clean up yet straight to your bathroom. 

While you run yourself a bath you keep yourself busy, pick up a few things from the floor and try not to think about how you both soaked into the same tub only a few days ago; how his hands had found every sore spot on your body and kneaded it with care until you sank into the bubble bath, sighing out his name. 

Now you’re alone, cleaning up the marks that he left, both in your house and in your heart. You splash warm water into your face as if you could get rid of the memories and when you realize it’s not helping at all, you rinse yourself off, slip into fresh clothes and continue tidying up, keeping yourself busy. As long as your hands were occupied they couldn’t dream about how his skin felt under your touch, his muscular body that flipped you around with ease, all the scars and stories his soft skin held.

That silent sense of content that everyone gets Just disappears soon as the sun sets

To your own surprise you even managed to go out and buy some groceries, your body demanding some nourishment after living off nothing but cigarettes and red wine for the past couple of days. You put on your favorite record and hum to the melody as you chop up your veggies, smiling over the pots and the pans on the stove, the sweet smell of your favorite meal filling the kitchen with life again.

If only there was someone to share it with. 

The vinyl scratches before it stops abruptly, making you snap back into reality, back into the dark of your kitchen. You turn on the small kitchen lamp to let some light in, but you know it would vanish once you lay down again, the thoughts about him pulling you underwater, a heaviness covering you like a weighty veil. You sigh and look down at your hands. How useless if they weren’t in his, if they weren’t brushing his long silver hair or pulling him down by it to your lips, moaning his name into his open mouth.

Fucking useless.

This face in my dreams seizes my guts He floods me with dread Soaked in soul, he swims in my eyes by the bed Pour myself over him, moon spilling in And I wake up aloneIf I was my heart I'd rather be restless Second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless As this ache in my chest, as my day is done now The dark covers me and I cannot run now

You fall asleep into restless dreams, dreams where he’s calling out your name, dreams where his arms are around you, dreams where you wake up next to him, his face the first thing you see when you wake up in the morning. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if you were awake or asleep, the borders fading and shifting; it’s like you can still feel his touch on your skin but with the warmth missing.

His wrinkled face, smiling at you. Your fingers tracing every crease, kissing it with an unknown softness. The scar over his eye, a story untold. You knew nothing about him and yet he still had such a firm grip around your heart. 

You wake up crying; or maybe you simply haven’t stopped crying ever since you fell asleep, at this point you didn’t know anymore. A shiver runs down your spine even though it’s a warm summer night and you wrap yourself tighter into your blanket. Not long ago you were fine with being alone, more than that, you embraced it. So how come you were feeling so lonely like you never did before? Just how big was that piece of your heart that he took with him?

My blood running cold, I stand before him It's all I can do to assure him When he comes to me, I drip for him tonight Drowned in me, we bathe under blue light His face in my dreams seizes my guts He floods me with dread Soaked in soul, he swims in my eyes by the bed Pour myself over him, moon spilling in

You step outside, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The moon was shining bright tonight and you can’t help but wonder where Rayleigh was right now. Back with his wife? Aimlessly wandering around until a new pair of arms invites him in? Was he thinking about you, even if it’s just a little?

When you close your eyes, you can still feel his shadows, the lingering ghost that haunted your heart.  When you close your eyes, his kisses still set your skin on fire, leaving trails of desire. When you close your eyes, he calls you by your name and you feel seen for the very first time, you feel somehow alive. 

Even if it was just for a few nights – you had felt loved.

And I wake up alone And I wake up alone And I wake up alone And I wake up alone

#silvers rayleigh #dark king rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #rayleigh x you #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece angst #one piece x you #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #childofblackmaria

[rosesloveletters]

Thread of Gold.

pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

word count: 1,483

warnings: none.

summary: Patrick and Reader share a moment of direct intimacy in the form of a shower; ‘a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go’.

request: [from anonymous] “can you do a patrick verona x reader where they shower together but its like sweet not smut?”

notes: Hello! Thank you so so much for requesting this! I apologize for how long it took me to complete it, but I hope I did it justice enough that you don’t mind having waited this long haha. This is a more lengthy version of one of my dribbles ‘Invisible String’. If you haven’t read that, I highly suggest that you do! I had so much fun with this piece. Please enjoy!

If you stood completely still, your body from head to toe beneath the gentle shower spray, it felt like you had entered upon a new world. Callused hands pillowed at your sides and rough finger pads kneaded and pressed into your soft skin; a thread of gold connected your hearts, drawing both of you closer than any other ever dared to go.

This, you imagined, was what it would feel like to walk among the clouds. This was heaven.

Patrick always kept you close, no doubt in your mind that was all he ever wanted the two of you to be; his soul was made to compliment your own and here, under steaming hot rivulets and the glow of the golden morning sun rays, he fit against you like the last perfect piece to your glittering mosaic of rapture.

He lifted your head when you refused to look at him, then, and coaxed you closer still, lips and spirits converging as one for not the first time and certainly never the last.

When you broke apart, Patrick leaned his forehead against yours as he lightly caressed your warm cheek with his fingertips. Something about you always made him feel. Patrick Verona had always been a known romantic, though never in his life had he ever shown it, but your voice made him weak in the knees and at the very sight of you did his heart pound with need. That was what love felt like, he knew, and he would chase that feeling if only so that you could feel it too.

“Let me wash your hair.”

Pat’s voice carried past the running water and you returned it with a relaxed smile. Water droplets clung to your lashes and caught the light; only in the sunlight did your life force take on some incandescent glow that Patrick had always been mesmerized by. Everything about your form emanated real, raw beauty and Pat simply could not get enough.

He scooped you up, nearly lifting you off the shower floor altogether as his forearms cradled your lower back. You had your own arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as he embraced you with renewed fervor such that your breath caught in your throat and you could feel your heartrate rapidly increasing. When he finally let you go, his large hands cupped your cheeks, fingers tracing the contours of your face as his honeyed gaze took in your subtle features.

Unprompted, he reached over your shoulder and grasped the shampoo bottle, popped the cap and squirted some into his hand, “stay still,” he directed after he had guided you to face away from him, “I don’t want to get any in your eyes.”

You closed your eyes even though he hadn’t asked you to and you dispelled a gentle hum of pleasure as Patrick’s hands gently massaged the shampoo into your scalp and locks until it formed a healthy lather. The sweet-smelling soap filled your nostrils, mingling with the spicy brine of Pat’s skin.

Patrick’s distinct smell kept him close to you, even if he was far away. You could always smell him on your sheets, your clothes, your pillows… There was not an inch of you Pat had not laid claim to and if he hadn’t already, you would have swiftly and deliberately handed him the keys to that kingdom.

Your cheeks were aflame and you could feel it despite the current water temperature that had already produced heavy steam on the shower door. Pat touched you with a reverence that was almost spiritual. His thick fingers slid easily through your wet hair as he worked the shampoo in deep.

Pat’s tongue poked out from the corner of his lips in rapt concentration; he smoothed the excess lather from your hair as he turned you around to face him once more and tipped your head back into the spray of water.

“Easy,” he cooed thoughtfully, “let it all rinse out before you open your eyes…I’ll tell you when.”

His gentle touches flooded your senses. Patrick’s hand reached for yours as you rinsed your hair and he raised your joined hands to his mouth to tenderly kiss each of your knuckles. At last, you felt him unclasp your hands and press his lips to your palm; you smiled, unable to keep your eyes closed any longer, and just as soon as you opened them were you met with a look of adoration in Pat’s own sparkling eyes.

“I love you,” you blurted, instantly regretting how it had sounded, thrust so carelessly into his arms like a heavy load he wouldn’t wish to carry.

He chuckled, “I love you too.”

Patrick always repeated those words back to you, never minding how frequently or vehemently they were said. He had never disappointed you, in much the same way as he often told you: ‘you’ve never disappointed me.’

Your heart soared when he said the words; how little effort it took to speak them, yet the weight they carried was indefinable.

Patrick spent the next few moments carefully preparing to wash the entirety of your body with the soap and cloth you had brought into the shower with you. It was not often that he washed you so tenderly, giving pause to make sure every inch of you was equally as carefully and gently scrubbed. He knew not how it made you feel, to watch him beneath your hooded gaze, giving attention to every bit of you like you were a lovely jewel to be polished with sentiment and bathed in love. He needed that, you had found, the closeness and the acceptance only the kind of love you shared could induce.

Patrick’s hands were the hands of a worker. He took pride in creation through the use of his hands; manual labor, blood, sweat and tears made Patrick feel accomplished and with those same hands did he apply the same gentle love and care as he would with every bit of work that crossed his path. He cared for you even more than that. If it were true that Patrick carried his love for you in his hands, then he would have reached directly into his chest cavity and removed his own heart, cradling it while you mended the broken pieces; you would stitch him back up with the threads that bound your two souls together and the cracks in his heart would be filled in with gold.

Patrick had knelt before you as he washed your body thoroughly, only stopping once he had finished to press a kiss against the inside of your thigh. You shivered pleasantly as you made for him to stand, “If you remain so attentive, I’ll start to think that you meant it.”

“Is that so?” Patrick quirked an eyebrow, “have I ever given you any reason not to?”

No. The answer remained; Patrick had never, not once, ever given you a reason to doubt his love. Just the idea was completely unfounded. Patrick’s love language could never be misread; his was a love that bubbled with energetic vigor until it boiled over into new heights of commitment and consideration you had only ever dreamed of knowing. Every look he gave was steeped in love and every word that left his mouth was based in thoughtful care, not one was he to ever disregard you.

Patrick shut off the water and provided you with a towel, stopping briefly to ruffle your hair beneath the fluffy canvas just to hear your indignant giggle. He shook water droplets from his hazelnut curls and wrapped his own towel around his waist.

“Come on, love,” he urged, already yearning for the warmth and comfort of your shared bedroom, beneath the duvet on your soft, plump mattress and encased in each other’s embrace, “I’m ready for a nap.”

“Pat, we just woke up a few hours ago!” you squawked in disbelief.

“I know,” he admitted as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “but the bed’s warm. And…you know I don’t need an excuse to be with you.”

A smile split across your features and Pat returned it with his own glowing one, his eyes full of secrets and wistful promise.

The secret to love is often lost on young souls, yet the knowledge one needed was stored, you imagined, in those eyes of his; Pat was a young man in form, but in soul, he knew all he could ever need to.

Pat was not built for the world he inhabited. He remained true to himself, stronger each day, because he never let anyone, ever, make him feel like he doesn’t deserve what he wants.

You took him by the hand, ready to lead him back to the bed.

Lucky for Pat, he did not have to chase you; two like-minded souls would always find each other…

At the end of that golden thread.

#heath ledger #patrick verona #patrick verona x reader #10 things I hate about you #ten things I hate about you #10tihay #patrick verona imagine #biblio :: 📖

[nokwisi]

Oh oh oh, lemme see... #1 / #4 / #10 / #23 !

AH thank you for all the questions, you spoil me! okay, I will now proceed to ramble, haha! 😁

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it

Moseying my way through a machine Viktor fic, at the moment! It's a request that I simply couldn't deny, I've been wanting to write something for the metal man for a good minute. Soft and smutty, because of course, lol. I'm really enjoying navigating a post-canon Viktor, and the creative liberty that comes with it, since that's not something tread yet in the Arcane-verse. I'm somewhat familiar with LOL Vik, but I like the prospect of creating what I guess is my own interpretation of him. We'll see how it turns out!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

His gaze darkens, molten gold and liquid jet, thick brows pinching with focus. It’s a look you’ve seen countless times before: when he immerses himself in his work, vigilant in his pursuit.

From 'The Necessary Energy', I felt like this paragraph tied together the underlying themes I wanted to convey; in that Viktor is driven by ambition and determination, but held back by his physicality in many facets of his life, including sexual/romantic endeavors. It ties together with a few other points, something about 'mixing pleasure and work', as well as mc's recollection of Viktor, 'Fated to spend endless nights diligently drowning in his work, only to be restricted by the physical limitations of his own body.' It calls back to multiple points, actually, and alludes to Viktor's decision to pursue something more with her, rather than giving up, as he was resolved to do at the end.

I also think that Viktor concentrating on you hard enough that you're akin to an experiment on the precipice of a breakthrough is very hot. 😏

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Disjointed and scatter-brained. I write what comes to me, shoehorn epiphanies where I can, and often end up throwing my brain against the wall in frustration, lmao. I like to step back and look at what I'm doing with distance, move things around, piece it together in a way that is cohesive and legible, and I am constantly editing as I go.

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

I've been itching to write a multichapter, machine Viktor fic, and I'm sort of using the aforementioned fic as a testing ground.

Post Arcane canon, where mc is an esteemed artificer that helped develop the Hexgates, who subsequently fell in love with our favorite slav-scientist. Timeline-jumping between present day Machine Herald, and past Viktor to explain the foundations of their relationship. Essentially, I want to write a story where MC, Jayce, everyone believes Viktor to be dead, but in reality he is alive, and seeking the power needed to continue his pursuit of a better Zaun by way of augmentation. Mashing together LOL lore and Arcane with my own little twist. Angst up the fucking wazoo, and stupidly ambitious, because I can't keep things simple. I may never write it, but I do love thinking about it, lol!

#ask #this was so much fun thank youuuu #fanfiction #writing #arcane #viktor centric #god I really am just obsessed with him arent I #viktor x reader

[binniesthighs]

can u do an enemy to lovers au with han jisung where they are in a hidden fwb relationship? thank u~ 🥺

I really look some creative liberties with this one HA but the product...hehe, I hope that you enjoy it love! I also kinda accidentally made it a period piece??? Like 50′s-60′s? Idk how this happened but the vibe and the music I was listening to while writing really put me in that mood haha

blue velvet | reader x jisung |

Paring: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung

Genre: smut n’ angst

Tags: stripper!jisung, stripper!reader, bi!jisung, enemies (competitors) to lovers, secret relationship, friends with benefits, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, degrading names, choking, spanking, v mild spit play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you slippity slap it friends), creampie, cum eating, scratching, oral (reader receiving) semi-public sex, hello yes this one is kinda filthy ooooops

Word count: 3.2k

Recommended listening: Blue Velvet by Bobby Vinton

Fuck. It’s hot in here. Too fucking hot.

Reconnaissance. That’s what you were doing. It was fucking disgusting. Everyone in the room was just as fake as the pleather belts that held their guts in. You had never seen anything more embarrassing in your whole life. Desperation was sweating off the walls and sunk into your skin. It made you feel sick.

You scoffed and took a long sip from your drink.

“One more?” An attentive maître d' asked you--if he could even been called that in a place like this.

You covered your hand over your glass. You refused to pay for any more of that cheap tasting shit.

Next to you a rapt group of men in suits wagged their tails at the view. She wasn’t even very pretty.

Rolling your eyes, you scoped out the rest of the room, adorned in red velvet and gold nearly everywhere. What was this? A high school musical? Even those had more class than this place.

You checked your sliver wristwatch lined by dainty diamonds. You always did like gifts. Too bad rarely anyone would get anything in return.

The girls on the stage twirled around, giving the audience the best view that they could, tiger-prowling to those waving bills in their grabby hands. They were tanned and fashioned into strappy and lacy pieces that looked like they all must have shared them. Pathetic.

“You come here often?”

He swirled some clear looking liquid in his crystal glass, the little string of olives clinking the side.

“Are you speaking to me?”

“No, I’m talking to them.” He head nodded to the same group of greasy businessmen. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“It’s my first time...and likely my last.”

“Huh. Tough critic.”

He didn’t look like the rest of them. Younger, reeking less of starved attention. He had golden blonde hair, and a silk white shirt unbuttoned far into a deep V. He was toned: the muscles on his arms were visible under the thin fabric and his abs made a show thanks to the abandonment of buttons. He wore dress pants perfectly fitted for his thighs. He was...attractive...but not your type.

“What’s not to like? Beautiful people, drinks to make you forget your mistakes? Not your scene?”

You rested your chin in your palm. “It’s my scene, but not this scene.”

“Suit yourself.” He took another swing, pivoting his body towards you, legs spread wide. “I think I know someone who can change you mind though.”

“In this place? Unlikely.”

“Come on...just stay a little bit longer and they’ll come out. They’re the last act of the night for a reason.” He signaled to the maître d' and whispered something into his ear. “Drinks on me. If you’ll stay?”

“Free drinks?” You put down your empty glass. “I suppose I can’t say no to that.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

It was thirty minutes till closing, and you had stayed much longer than you had liked. After all the drinks you had to pass the time, you were starting to feel a little buzz, but nothing much really phased you these days. You started to wonder if he had been pulling some kind of prank. Nothing you had seen was what he had hyped it up to be.

The lights dimmed behind you, making the room dark enough for the tiny white candles at the tables to provide the only light. Spotlights flashed on from behind you too, illuminating the U shaped stage. With the lights, the music faded into something much more sultry.

The first two girls stepped out, both of them wearing white sets that were nearly identical with sheer robes. Two others stepped out after them, this time wearing red and black. It was the same thing you had been seeing all night.

The spotlight tightened.

It was him.

He was wearing a button down and those same pants, everything seemed so tight on him, accentuating every curve of his body. Strangely, when he walked out, he was greeted with wolf-whistles and hoots. He winked back at his spectators, nearly falling out of their chairs to see him better. It was even stranger considering the audience was filled with men.

He walked around the girls on stage as if he was inspecting them, his eyes eating up every bit of their skin. He confidence was unparalleled. He would run his hands down their sides, digging his fingers into their hips. They circled around him until his body was covered with their hands, teasing the audience, just barely touching around his dick, which with his pants...there was little room for imagination.

Silent moans left his lips once they started undressing him giving him their full attention. The cheers grew even louder. Before long, he was nearly fully undressed swaying to the music. He wore nothing special, just some briefs, like any normal person would. It was...confusing.

He took turns “giving attention” to every girl, looking at them like he worshiped the ground the walked on. They would grind their bodies together, or he would pick them up in his arms, and they would wrap their long legs around him. He would pantomime fucking them from behind, screwing up his face as if he really was. Everyone went crazy for that.

It didn’t last for very long and the lights soon went all the way down, leaving the stage scattered with sweating bodies, panting as if they had just cum, entangling themselves all in eachother.

You were a bit unenthused, but it was different. There was something about him that was different.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Were the drinks enough for you?” His voice called to you just as you were about to leave. This time, he returned wearing the same silk shirt.

“I hope that I didn’t make you pay for too many.” You pouted with faux empathy.

“And the show?” He grinned a little.

“Interesting. Considering a place like this.”

He laughed a little. “I help with...the imagination.”  

“So they pretend that you’re them. I’ll admit, it’s smart.”

“You’d be surprised, somedays I get more male customers compared to most of the girls here.” He bit his lip as if recalling a memory. “They pay well too, pay for whatever they aren’t getting at home. Who am I do deny them that when it’s my job?

“You sleep with them?”

“The ones I like.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“Can be. In a good way.” He let out a sharp laugh. “So. Did I prove you wrong?”

“Hmmm. I could do better.”

He popped his brows up. “You could?”

He was intriguing. You decided to give him a bite. “I dance at La Rose Rouge.”

“You dance at that overpriced, snotty ass place?” His words turned poisonous.  What’s it like dancing for a guy who’s got a stick so far up his ass--”

“--The price is right, and you get what you pay for there...especially if its me.”

“How am I not surprised?”

“I need to go, I’ve seen all I could here.” You bowed at him a little.

“Wait.” He grabbed at your arm. “I’ve still got one more thing to show you. Follow me.”

 ╚ ——————————————— ╝

Your insides were on fire as he fucked into you. Every time that he thrust into you, he was relentless and unforgiving. He was going so fast you could barely catch your breath. You were bent over some dusty old sofa in an equally dusty dressing room. You would kill him if he left bruises on your hips from how hard he was holding you.

“fuck. shit.” He panted, then reached one of his hands around to rub at your sensitive sex, slick with your excitement.

He was so fucking cocky, but he knew what the hell he was doing. He bent over your back, sucking into your skin, wrapping his arms around you to tweak your nipples. He was wrecking you from the inside out, devouring you like he had never tasted anything like you.

He kicked your legs open even farther. “Fucking moan for me, slut.”

You had barely let him hear more than a few gasps, he didn’t deserve it. You wanted him to moan for you.

“Who are you calling slut?” You said with venom.

You shoved off of him, and he looked devastated. He was cute. He even frowned regretfully like he had done something wrong.

The metal of your rings dug into his neck when you grabbed it, squeezing as hard as you could. Your hot breath snuck into his ear, “No, you fucking moan for me...slut.”

You attacked his lips, tracing the insides of his mouth with your tongue. He moaned right into you and grabbed handfuls of your ass with his two hands. Your teeth bit his lip and pulled. His dick trembled between the two of you and he rutted against your stomach to get some kind of relief.

He took one of his hands to your hair before resting his glossy brown eyes on you. “I’d do anything for you.” His voice quivered. “You ruin me.”

“Get on the floor.” You commanded him, and he did as he was told without a question, laying his bare body on the cold concrete.

The chill of the stone stung your knees, but that didn’t matter, you just wanted to see him unravel. You straddled down onto him, taking him in as you sunk down.

“oh shit,” slipped off your tongue without you having much control over it.

You rolled your core over him, back and forth, circling yourself and bouncing up and down as he rolled his eyes back, licking his lips while you did everything that you wanted. As you bounced he held on to your ass, digging his fingertips in. You had your eyes closed, so you didn’t see it when he rose is hand to slap you hard. It burned beautifully.

“—Jisung? Are you done yet? The rest of us are going out.” A female voice called, and rattled the locked door.

“FUCK OFF.” He groaned, and held onto your ass even tighter.

You let out a unamused tsk. “Jisung? That’s your real name?”

He didn’t say anything, but instead swiftly took you in his arms to lay you down. The chill of the floor startled you into wince, but it felt amazing compared to how hot you were. He entered you immediately again, then slung your legs over his shoulders. His blonde hair appeared to bounce a little with each thrust.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you dragged your nails down his arms, waterfalling pink, perfect, lines. His whole body seized at the sensation, sending him into a fury. He licked his hand from palm to fingers, not breaking your gaze as he used it to rub relentlessly at you.

You were on the edge.  

“Want my cum, you whore?”

You were close as well, and it clouded your senses--you felt yourself slipping into him after holding back for so long.

“ye-yes, I want it.”

He came in seconds, doubling over you when he did, panting like a dog, with you gasping just as hard from your own orgasm. He seemed to shake a little as he came down, nearly suffocating you with his body weight. You jiggled your hips just a little to get a rise out of him. You had guessed correctly, someone like him couldn’t take overstimulation.

“Fuck, wait, wait. I-I can’t take anymore.”

You laughed a little and stopped. “You’re no fun.”

“I thought I literally just proved to you that I’m loads of fun.”

“Mmm, I suppose.”

“You liked it?” He ran his hand through his sweaty roots.

“You made me cum, so...usually I have to fake it.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

“I’m honored.” He grinned a little pridefully.

You reached down to your hole to catch a few drops of his cum on your fingers, stretching it out a little and playing with it. He watched you as you did so, eyes wide. You stood to grab his jaw, sticking your fingers in his mouth which he eagerly sucked.

“Where have you been my whole life?” He looked up at you in wonder.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that...Jisung.”

He watched you then as you dressed, careful not to forget your gorgeous silver wristwatch.

“I won’t be coming back, so don’t expect that this will happen again.”

“Wait--” He stopped you before you grabbed the door handle. “You didn’t tell me your name--”

“--That’s something you don’t need to know.”

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darling, is there anything that I can get you?”

Your manager swept a caring hand to hold you by the small of your back.

“No, thank you though, love.” You shone brightly back to him.

“Just let me know? So far we’ve got a queue for you. Four gentlemen and three ladies. I expect that the tips tonight will be generous...it’s payday.”

You politely nodded. “Of course.”

“Have you been having a hard time with any of the new faces?”

You took a sip of your brandy. “Some of them have some mouth, but I’ll make them dignified. You can trust me.”

“I always do.” He gently kissed your cheek. “Ah, I forgot to mention, one of your customers brought you a gift. It’s in your dressing room; he wants you to wear it for your dance tonight.”

“I do love gifts.”

“Go get ready darling, you haven’t got much more time.”

Once you were in your dressing room, a medium sized white box waited for you on your vanity. There was no labels; no indication that it was from a luxurious brand. You opened it, and the shirt was wrapped in light pink tissue paper. It was too short to be a robe, but it was silk and white with buttons that looked more decorative rather than useful. You figured it must have been your customer’s: many of them got off to you wearing their clothes. It wasn’t your usual style, but you knew how to make anything work.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“And for our last act of the night: the wonderful, the illustrious...”

You walked out to the silent stage: meant only for you, the stage lights yellow, shrouding you in their brilliance. Your chest was bare, save for the silky shirt falling off your shoulders. They were cheering for you, throwing paper bills at you and calling your name, but you couldn’t hear them at all. You had never felt so whole in your life since being on the stage. It seemed like the rest of your days were just spent chasing some kind of feeling that merely resembled that.

Barefoot, you pranced along the stage, twirling like a ballerina even, letting the shirt billow up just so they could see your perky bottom. With all of their eyes on you, you felt like an absolute vision--like an ethereal being, desired, but impossibly attainable.

The jazz song played on by the live players, a muted trumpet and violins accompanied you. Your eyes swept across the blue velvet curtains of the booths, to every man and woman looking at you in awe. You let the shirt slip just a bit farther, revealing your back, winking. You never had to show them much. It was your charisma that they thirsted for--and that they could only get a small taste of.

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Darlin’ you’re a catch, an absolute catch.” Your manager snuck up behind you taking your makeup off to hand you the ridiculously fat stack of bills. “You keep us afloat baby, you know that I can’t thank you enough.” He bowed.

“Stop flattering me.” You remarked with a smirk. “I know.”

Your manager left, then the curtain to your room screeched again. He slowly stepped into the light, applauding slightly.

“He’s right you know? Even I can’t get enough of you.”

It was him, cocky smile, swept blonde hair and all.

“You again? I’m surprised that you even made it in here at all. Considering who you are.”

“What? The competition? You didn’t tell them about me, did you?”

You patted some serums into your face. “Better leave soon before they rid you of that handsome face of yours.”

“You saying that I’m handsome?” He snarked.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“Seeing you, I thought I made that clear? Isn’t that what you were doing when you came to my club?”

“Like what you saw?”

“I stand corrected.” He let up, advancing towards you at your vanity. “And you look just as stunning in my shirt as I thought you would.”

“Your...this is yours? How the hell did you mange that?”

“I have my ways.”

“I suppose you want it back then.”

“No...you can keep it...if you promise me one thing.”

“And what would that be?”

He reached out for your hands, which you tentatively took. He swept you up, pulling you into his chest with eyes dipped in lust.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He spoke onto your lips with heated breath.

You would’ve been lying if you had said his lips didn’t look appetizing.

“One more time.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’d want to fuck you again.”

“You haven’t been thinking of it too? My hands on your body...”He caressed your body down, “My lips on yours?” He pulled you in by the chin to carefully part your lips with his. “My dick filling you up?” He pulled you in closer to feel his pulsating dick. “You don’t think about it?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you want me. All you have to do is say it and I’m yours.”

“You’re looking to get killed if they know you’ve touched me.”

“I’d happily die for you.”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that...Jisung.”

His lips fell to your neck where he pressed slow kisses onto it. “Just say it...”

The cool of his saliva on your skin met the air, tingling. You couldn’t believe you found yourself considering...

“I know you want to...”

“This won’t be a common occurrence.” You got out, suppressing your moans.

“Is that a yes?”

“...yes.”

“And we’ll see about that.” He slyly grinned, meeting your lips once again.

He swept you up, and your legs naturally wrapped around him. He carried you out of the dressing room to the main hall, pulling you both into the nearest booth, drawing the blue velvet curtains behind him. His eyes devoured you, casting aside his silk shirt that loosely clung to you. You threw your weight onto the table, opening your legs for him, inviting him. He chuckled a little at the action.

“I can imagine you must’ve been thinking of this as well then.” He kissed down your stomach, removing what underwear you were barely wearing. He kissed and sucked at the skin in your inner thighs, kindling your excitement. Spit gathered on his tongue, which he let drip down to your sex which glistened for him.

Your core begged for that feeling once again, that feeling only he could give you: the one that made you feel alive, like you weren’t just chasing some impossibility.

He lapped at you slowly with his tongue, awakening your whole body.

“I fucking want you.”

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Underneath the Surface (headcanon)

Pairing: Draco x Veela!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes (Requests are open C:)

Request: Hey can you maybe do a hc of draco crushing, dating, etc a veela!reader (no need to be full veela ofc!!!) Just a thought ! no pressure

This actually made me do research on Veela’s, and now I want to be one LOL. I hope you don’t mind that I altered the request to focus on the crush part. But, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

A Veela’s beauty was nothing out of ordinary, even if you were only half

Pale, silvery skin

White-gold hair

But you couldn’t care less about what you looked like

You were free-spirited, vibrant, passionate

Like other Veela, you loved to dance.

If your audience were capable of looking past your looks, they would be able to see the stories you crafted through your flowing movements

Unfortunately, only very few were able to do so.

A lot of Veela you knew went to Beauxbatons, but you ended up going to Hogwarts as a result of your parent’s work in the ministry

You were sorted into Ravenclaw

Excelled in classes

Kept to your business

Made good friends

Draco wasn’t a part of the equation until your third year

Third year = extracurriculars = more time to dance in school

Naturally, you took up performing arts

People who were astounded with your beauty only grew more in awe when they saw you dance

Arms outstretched and fluid

Hands would extend and flex

Legs would leap, spin, and transport you to the story inside your head

Your body expressed narratives with beauty and grace

But again, no one noticed your stories; just your looks

Draco was a part of that bunch

He was familiar with people’s descriptions of you, but his rivalry with Harry Potter was his main priority

However, as he made his way to quidditch practice one day, the sound of classical music grabbed his attention and he popped his head into what so happens to be the dance room

That’s when he saw you

Grey eyes widened

Breath hitched

Heart rate up

He was taken aback by your beauty for the first time as you traveled across the floor, eyes closed and a smile on your face

He’d asked his friends about you

“You mentioned she’s in Ravenclaw?”

“But have you seen her dance?”

Starts paying more attention to classes Slytherins shared with Ravenclaws

Sees you walk in to his potions class laughing at something Cho said

He’s confident right off the bat

“You look lovely today, Y/N.” You flash a polite smile, “Thanks, Malfoy.”

Kinda cold, but that didn’t deter him

When it’s time to brew the assigned potion, he purposefully waits for you to go to the ingredients rack before making his way there as well

Hands you materials required

You awkwardly grabbing the substances from him

Cho noticing

“You know, I think Malfoy has the hots for you.”

You ignore it and brush off the gesture

Him following this procedure for the next potion classes

You becoming used to him calling you “lovely” or “beautiful”

On a particularly happy day, you find yourself in the mood to respond back

“You look pretty handsome yourself, Malfoy.”

Lights the boy on fire (figuratively of course)

One compliment and he thinks he can be more comfortable now

Starts striking small talk near the ingredients cabinet

Doesn’t hesitate to hold eye contact with you

The smirk. The smirk. The smirk

You realizing that he is actually quite handsome, and you become more attracted to him as time passes

You both start to hang out through small study sessions

You find that you can hold more than flirtatious conversations with him

Intelligent talk - ideas bouncing off one another.

He finds you not only beautiful, but intelligent

Talks about families and experiences growing up - adds empathetic to that list

Talks about passions - him talking about his fascination for alchemy, you talking about dancing

Conversation deepens, and he listens to you with much intent, in awe of the expression on your face when you talk about your love for dancing

Takes mental note to pay more attention when he passes by on his way to practice

One notable observation you make right away: the boy likes to doodle. a lot. 

Like, a lot a lot.

Sometimes, when you both have finished your assignments and no one is talking, you’d have your nose stuck in a book while he is doodling on a random piece of paper

It’s not like Leonardo Da Vinci or anything, but it’s cute.

You realize that there’s more depth to him than what he shows, and your feelings grow more

You set your book aside one day, and stare at him as his quill scribbles little sketches

Him catching you smiling before getting all flustered and covering his art work

You pulling his arm away playfully

You in awe of the sketch he made

It depicts a girl dancing. Her clothes awfully similar to yours. A little smile drawn across her face. Her eyes are closed, just like yours

He’s a tomato at this point, but you can’t help but widen your smile

“It’s supposed to be you if that’s what you’re wondering.”

You throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug. You pull away with arms still hung loosely around his neck

“I haven’t even charmed it yet. hold on.”

Once he does, the girl on the page begins to move. She dances to choreography that you had been working on. Towards a corner of the page is a rectangle, which you identify as a door. You notice a head peeking through it

“Is that you???” Your face is already flushed and your cheeks hurt from smiling as he lets out a shy “yea”

“I didn’t realize you passing by. You should’ve came in.”

“I couldn’t help but watch. I’ve been trying to decode the story you’re trying to convey.”

Your heart explodes

At this point, you consider yourself smitten.

It’s the first time that anybody has taken that much effort to get to know you.

You appreciate him so so so much.

“Y/N, do you think I can, uh, take you to dinner?”

You respond to him with a peck on his cheek.

“Yes, of course. Yes!”

He’s in awe of your previous action, eyes slightly widened as he brings his fingers to his cheek

Eyes meet

Gap begins to close

He presses a short kiss on your lips

You both smile at each other when you pull away

You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around yours

All is blisssssssss.

Writing this made me so giddy haha. Thank you for reading!

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