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[inuyassa]

How the Monster Trio would React to You Sacrificing Yourself for Them in Battle

Ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Fem!Reader (she/her)

Warnings: Implied Injury, Violence, Slight Gore

Hurt/No Comfort

Angst/No Comfort

Luffy

Luffy dropped to his knees, his latest use of Second Gear left his skin burning and his heart racing.  His opponent showed no signs of slowing down, and for the first time in the long duel, Luffy couldn’t see himself lasting much longer.  The villain charged, sword at the ready, the blade aimed for the young captain's chest, the x-shaped scar acting as his target.  Luffy closed his eyes and felt hot tears burning in his eyes…the sickening sound of the blade piercing flesh echoed in his ears, but he felt nothing.  

He opened his eyes, the horror of the situation finally setting in.  Y/n stood in front of him, her arms outstretched, protecting her captain.  The blade was plunged deep into her chest and protruding out her back.  She glared at the man before her, her brow furrowed.  “Stay away from…him.”  

Luffy felt his breath catch in his throat, his whole body shook in fear.  “No…” he breathed.  The sword was crudely pulled from y/n’s chest, causing her to fall backwards.  Luffy lunged forward to catch her, her face contorted in pain, blood running from the corner of her mouth.  “Y/n, hey, y/n!”  

She opened her eyes, looking up at him, tears in her eyes.  “Hey captain,” she choked. “Sorry, I guess I was a little hasty in my decision making.”  She began to cough, hot blood staining Luffy’s vest.  Rage filled his chest, he gently laid her down and stood up, his eyes dark and hollow.  With a second wind, he used all his power to take out the man before him, the one that hurt his crewmate…

Y/n watched with cloudy vision as the Straw Hat Captain decimated the warrior.  He walked slowly back to her and lifted her limp body into his arms, holding her close.  She felt warm against his skin, she smiled, maybe only in her mind, but she smiled.  “Promise me,” she breathed.  “Promise me that you’ll keep going…you have…to become king…”

Y/n lifted her hand to caress his face.  “No,” he said.  “You have to come with me y/n, you have to be there when we find the One Piece…”

At this point, the rest of the crew was there, each of them holding their breath.  Chopper rushed to the scene, trying to assess the situation.  “She's fading fast,” he said.  “We don’t have a lot of time Luffy, we have to treat her.”

“It’s okay Chopper,” y/n said, turning her head weakly towards the doctor.  “I know I don’t have much time left.  If you don’t mind…I’d like to spend it…with Luffy.”

Chopper nodded, tears of his own now began to pour.  He ran to Zoro who knelt down to comfort his tiny friend, the rest of the crew watching in heartbreaking horror as their crewmate spent her last moments in the arms of young Luffy…his guttural wails filling the still, evening air.

Zoro

“Dammit,” Zoro gripped his side, hot blood covering his hand.  He couldn’t keep this up much longer.  He drew his third sword, gripping it tightly in his mouth.  “Let’s go,” he growled.  Charging the onslaught of marines. Zoro used his deadly three-sword style to take out a small cluster, but another one was fast to take over.  “Shit,” this whole thing was getting out of hand.  That’s when y/n came running up behind him.  

“Mosshead!” She yelled, her staff at the ready.  “You looked like you could use some help.”

Zoro smirked.  “I have it covered,” he was trying not to make it too obvious that he was relieved to see her.  She nodded and went to work.  The marines seemed more determined than ever, and this fight was draining the two of them.  Zoro found himself pinned to the ground under the foot of a powerful commander.  “Do you have any last words swordsman,” the marine sneered as he aimed his pistol at Zoro’s face.  

“Do you?” Y/n’s voice came from behind him, burying her knife into the mans back.  The marine yelled out in pain before turning around.  Y/n knocked his pistol from his hand and he retaliated by reaching for her neck and lifting her off the ground.  She kicked her feet and clawed at his arm.  He pulled a knife from his belt and plunged it into her gut.  She let out a pained gag before going limp in his grip.  

Zoro’s blood ran cold, he watched in horror as y/n’s body hit the ground.  He felt his whole body shaking as he reached for his sword.  Placing it in his mouth, he summoned the power of his Demon Sword Style.  He decapitated the man, ad took a few more limbs for good measure. The bloody corpse hit the ground and Zoro kicked it away.  At that moment, the seriousness of his own injuries hit him and he fell to his hands and knees.  With blurry vision, he crawled to where y/n’s body lay.  He painfully rolled her over before scooping her up into his arms.  “Hey,” he croaked.  “Hey, hey look at me.  Y/n, look at me.” He held her face in his hand and gently shook her body.  “You can’t do this to me…you can’t leave me like this!  Come on, I already suck with directions, you know that… please don’t go where I can’t follow…”

Y/n laid lifeless in his arms.  Her skin was cold and covered in warm blood.  

He pressed a shaking kiss to her forward, tears falling on her face.  “Come back…please come back…”

Sanji

“Sanji behind you!” Y/n screamed as she ran towards the distracted cook.  He was busy fighting off one attacker that he didn’t see the gunman taking aim behind him.  She charged towards him, jumping in the path of the speeding bullet.  It hit her chest with a sickening thud and she fell to the ground, rolling a few more feet before coming to a stop against a large rock.  Sanji felt time stand still as he turned and saw the love of his life get thrown to the ground.  “Y/N!!!!” He screamed, racing towards her.  Zoro heard him yell and looked over.  “Shit,” he breathed.  He made his way towards them.  “I’ll cover you,” Zoro yelled.  “Get to her!” 

Sanji nodded and ran down the short embankment where y/n lay, writhing in pain and gasping for air.  Sanji knelt down, his hands hovering over her in a panic, not sure what to do.  When she started coughing up blood, he sat her up, holding her against him.  She gripped at his suit jacket, trying to ground herself.  “Sanji…” she wheezed.  “Are you okay?”

Sanji forced a laugh, even in her state she was still worried about him.  “I’m fine, my love, but you shouldn’t talk.  You need to save your strength till we can get you back to the Sunny.”

Y/n shook her head.  “Sanji, I’m not making it back to the Sunny…not alive anyway..." Another coughing fit overtook her, warm blood pouring from her mouth. She gagged on the metallic taste.

Sanji grabbed her hand.  “Don’t say that y/n, you just need to catch you breath and then we’ll get you home okay?  Just stay with me, okay, stay with me.”

Y/n caressed his face with her hand, she could feel her consciousness fading fast.  “I love you Sanji…and I’m sorry…”

Moments later, the crew watched as Sanji walked back to the Sunny carrying the limp body of their friend in his arms, his jacket draped over her face…

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[zorosleftmantit101]

Royal AU, Princess reader x (Peasent) One piece character who would you like to see (Poll at bottom)

(Reblogs are greatly apprecited)

Preveiw:

Scouting through the halls of the castle, you stopped at a window, overlooking the town below. Your gown slithered snuggly against your body as the wind kissed your cheeks. You felt the town call a silent song for you, your heart yearning to see the people below. "Oh dear Y/N, I've been looking for you everywhere, don't waste your time looking over that filthy village, come with me, a bath has been drawn for you." An elderly woman calls, shuffling up to grab you by the elbow, before yanking you away.

"Nanny Arlem why am I never allowed down to the town" you grumbled as a pale of warm water was poured over your head. Pulling the dampened hair from your eyes, you looked at her beside you. 'Tsking' in irritation Nanny Arlem rubbed a soapy sponge along your back. "if you really must know, it's filled with peasants and filth, no one a princess like you should be associating with," she huffed, dropping the sponge in the water to go fetch a towel.

Standing so she may drape the towel over your shoulders, you looked out your bathroom window, situated on the opposite side of the town with a magnificent view of the hills and lake, yet not the view you wanted most of all. Deciding to drop the subject, you dried and clothed yourself before making your way to bed, watching the setting sun drape orange hues of light across your room. An hour had passed and you were still lying in a sleepless rest engulfed in darkness as the stars and moon ruled the sky.

As a Princess, you had to stay within the castle and gardens, serving your father until you potentially had to be shipped off for some bullshit arranged wedding. Nights were long and days were longer as the only part of the castle open to you were the gardens and the library and they were hardly filled with anybody worth staying for. You were ultimately trapped, "Such a horrid life having to live in a rich castle with fresh food, water and servants at your disposal" one might jest, Yet life was hardly enjoyable because what's the use of having all these amazing things in your life if it's not a life you want to live.

Comment Below Any other characters (with job) you might like to see

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[thepropagandists]

Story of My Life °•°

Apparently I do enjoy hurting myself, LOL ♤

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[crown-ov-horns]

Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.   

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.  

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn��t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.   

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

“Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles   had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation  you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

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[soldirboy]

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[antisdonotinteract]

| ︶꒦꒷𝕰𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖊꒷꒦︶ |

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╰┈➤ Liu Kang x Shang Tsung - ,,

⋆ ★ Fluff

⋆ ★ K1ssing

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Liu Kang's eyes met the sight of his mortal enemy, shang tsung.

↳ ❝ [ Ah, Shang Tsung. ] ❞

Liu's voice was almost a growl.

↳ ❝ [ A face I never wanted to see again. ] ❞ ~ Liu Kang coldly said.

↳ ❝ [ Liu Kang~ ] ❞ ~ shang tsung called back out with a mischievous smirk.

Liu Kang didn't say anything immediately. Instead he merely sighed and slowly looked over at Shang Tsung.

↳ ❝ [ what a pleasure to see you once again~ ] ❞ ~ shang tsung chuckled mischievously.

Liu remained staring at Shang Tsung, not saying anything. It was rather obvious that he had no kind words or feelings for the sorcerer, so why bother even speaking to him? Instead the god simply crossed his arms over his chest and continued gazing at the man, his eyes gleaming faintly.

seeing no reaction from Liu Kang, shang tsung was starting to get bored so an idea came into his mind.

He decided to walk towards Liu Kang.

Seeing Shang Tsung approach, Liu Kang's eyes followed his movements. As he neared, Liu stayed silent and still, giving Tsung no reaction whatsoever apart from his gaze.

seeing no movements or signs of Liu Kang moving away, shang tsung found his perfect opportunity as he was directly in front of Liu Kang, only a few inches away.

Still waiting for something to happen, Liu Kang remained silent and still. He had no idea what Shang Tsung was up to, and to be honest he was getting rather bored standing there doing nothing. However, the god was not willing to back down, especially as Tsung was right in front of him. Liu still had no doubts that he would win should Tsung try anything, so he waited.

then the most unexpected thing happened.

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.

.

shang tsung leaned in, their chests pressing together and giving Liu Kang a gentle kiss on the neck.

Though it was probably not what he was expecting, Liu Kang did not budge - he'd seen far more shocking things in his time. The god just stared at Shang Tsung, his eyes gleaming. He raised one hand, touching where Tsung had just kissed, he felt nothing, of course. The god was unfazed, and still held the sorcerer's eyes with his own.

↳ ❝ [ oh, ] ❞

shang tsung was disappointed with Liu Kang's lack of reaction.

↳ ❝ [ Boring. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung commented, before turning around to start walking away.

A very faint smile appeared upon Liu Kang's lips as he watched Tsung walk away, and he chuckled to himself. The god knew that he had won the battle between them once again - it is exactly what he had hoped would happen. Though he did not like Tsung at all, he did find some amusement in his attempts to provoke him. Once all was said and done, Liu Kang resumed his silence and still gaze, waiting for something else to happen.

shang tsung didn't notice this. Nothing seemed to happen though as shang tsung simply just walked further away.

Having nothing else to do, Liu Kang turned his head away from Shang Tsung and looked into the distance. After a moment he sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall behind him, he just continued to wait. As long as it took. Liu Kang was patient, and though he did not like being idle, he wasn't about to force things to happen - he would let time flow by naturally. If nothing else were to occur, Liu was certain that he would have an enjoyable rest.

.

.

A sharp object flew at him, cutting him when he was distracted.

Shang Tsung smirked at that.

With eyes closed, Liu Kang was certainly not anticipating anything like that. He did not have the time to react, the projectile slicing a deep and rather painful looking wound onto his shoulder. His head immediately snapped in Tsung's direction, and as his eyes opened he saw him smirking. In that moment the god was rather irritated, not so much that he had been cut, but mainly because of Tsung's attitude.

shang tsung was attempting to simply provoke him and nothing else. Waiting to get any reaction he could from Liu Kang.

And Tsung got what he wanted — he got a reaction. Liu Kang stood still for a moment and stared at the sorcerer, his eyes sparkling as they always did. However there was a new fire behind those eyes, something that probably should make anyone cautious.

↳ ❝ [ How rude. ] ❞

Liu's voice was not particularly loud, but it was firm and cold - and he had his arms by his sides. That was all it took for the god to look intimidating, his presence was one not to be messed with.

shang tsung mischievously chuckled, walking back towards Liu Kang after finally getting a reaction.

Liu Kang's eyes remained glued to Tsung as he returned to his presence, slowly walking towards the god a second time. The sorcerer still had that mischievous smirk plastered onto his face, it seems as though he was actually enjoying this encounter. Liu, on the other hand, was not.

His eyes still burned brightly, their gaze like that of a predator stalking its prey. His body was relaxed and still but his tension increased as Tsung got closer. He was waiting for something, that much was obvious.

↳ ❝ [ How boring, that's all you're gonna give? You're no fun. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung boredly said.

Liu Kang just stared at the sorcerer with that same cold gaze. The god did not speak, he had nothing to say to tsung as it stood now. He was waiting for something, anything. If a fight were to break out then so be it, he would not back away. But for now he remained still and silent, not provoking the sorcerer. He was simply observing as best as he could.

↳ ❝ [ well, you're just going to keep on staring at me then I assume, you're going to let me do whatever as I please? ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung boredly asked, placing a knife on Liu Kang's neck, not cutting him but just in a threatening manner, seeing if he'll finally react or stay silent.

Tsung had his hopes up, and for the third time he would be disappointed. Even with the knife placed on his throat Liu remained as still and silent as before. He felt nothing in his neck apart from the cold metal, there was nothing for him to react to.

The god's gaze remained locked on to the sorcerer, he wasn't giving any reaction, nor was he backing away. It didn't seem as though he would do anything... For now at least. Liu was waiting, but for what that was a mystery.

shang tsung groaned in disappoinment.

↳ ❝ [ Fine. Be that Way. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung uttered but didn't move the blade away.

Shang Tsung went quiet for a moment, seeming to have been thinking of something in his evil like scheming mind.

↳ ❝ [ How about this? ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung said, getting closer to Liu Kang once again with their chests touching.

This was rather unexpected, but still the god just stood there. The sorcerer's sudden closeness did nothing to phase him, his eyes still remained locked on Tsung's. They may be touching chests, however the god still felt absolutely nothing. Liu's body was completely still apart from his eyes, which occasionally blinked. He was waiting for something, and there was no telling what that something was...

shang tsung leaned closer and closer until their lips met and they were kissing.

The god's body was still as he watched Tsung get closer, and it had to be said that it was rather amusing. The sight of Tsung approaching was rather funny even, but that kiss was something that Liu never expected. His eyes remained locked on Tsung's, and as their lips touched Liu finally reacted. Though, not in a way shang tsung was looking for. Not worthy enough to be considered as a reaction even in Shang Tsung's eyes. He wanted emotions. Drama. Anything drastic.

Liu Kang just slowly closed his eyes and his lips gently pressed against the sorcerer's, it was an intimate moment.

the kiss was slow, soft and gentle. Something one would never expect from shang tsung.

Liu continued kissing Tsung, slowly moving with a soft pace. While their lips pressed against one another, the god moved his head slightly to the side so that he could be as close as possible. He was enjoying this, it was certainly not what he was expecting but Liu was certainly not disappointed either. He continued the gentle and intimate kiss as his hands slowly moved, traveling to Tsung's waist.

their body's were touching each other as they kissed each other with such gentleness and care. As if one or the other was afraid of breaking something. As if it were a fragile piece of glass that can easily destroy, if not held with people cautions and care.

The feeling of their bodies touching as their lips pressed against one another was certainly something both were not expecting. Liu continued this moment, his body moving slightly closer to Tsung's as their kissing continued. A hand slowly moved up Tsung's waist towards his back, still not being removed from the moment they were having. The god wanted to know how far he could go.

shang tsung was the first to break it off, checking wither Liu Kang finally had any form of reaction or not.

Seeing as Tsung were the one to break away from the kiss, Liu's eyes slowly opened after a moment. He looked down at the sorcerer and slowly moved his hand away from his back. Liu was still not sure what to make of this, as he did not have such feelings for Tsung - was his body lying to him? Liu's eyes widened a bit as the sorcerer began to pull away from him, and for a moment it felt wrong for them to separate.

↳ ❝ [ For a fire god, you've been quite cold. No reaction to anything that's happening to you." ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung sighed, disappointed and bored once again and taking steps back to have their distance once again.

Liu said nothing in response for a moment, staring at Tsung silently as they pulled away from one another. His eyes still glowed brightly even after their kiss, and his mind was trying to process the recent turn of events.

The god did not understand what had just happened, was he beginning to like Tsung in this way? As far as he was concerned, Liu Kang had no feelings whatsoever towards the sorcerer, but why else would he have reacted in such a way? It didn't make sense.

↳ ❝ [ how boring. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung commented.

Liu was quiet for a moment after Tsung's comment, the sorcerer's words had struck to the core. He had been called many things, and he never cared. He still doesn't. But the word 'boring' was right now felt like a displeasure to him. Even if there was no deep meaning behind that kiss, it was still intimate in a way.

For a second the god just stood there, looking at a sorcerer that he did not know whether to be angry at or simply not care.

↳ ❝ [ I must say... That moment was one I was not expecting. ] ❞ ~ Liu Kang admitted.

There was a hint of playfulness in Liu's voice as he finally commented on what had just taken place.

↳ ❝ [ Exactly why I did it. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung said with such obviousness in his tone.

Liu took a brief moment to consider Tsung's answer, his face remaining straight and his tone calm. Yet he couldn't help but feel... something. It was hard to describe.

↳ ❝ [ Interesting. ] ❞

Once more he remained silent, just gazing at Tsung.

↳ ❝ [ What do you even want at this point? Not even a kiss can be interesting, tsk. ] ❞

Shang Tsung groaned being bored with Liu Kang's lack of emotions or words. It felt like he was talking to an npc at this point.

The god just sighed at this, he had no answer to the question himself either - the kiss had left him confused and wondering if he truly lacked emotions. But maybe that was just a side effect of interacting with Shang Tsung, maybe it was his fault.

↳ ❝ [ I... Don't know. ] ❞

What else was Liu supposed to say? He could not describe what he felt, as it was confusing him.

An annoyed yet disappointed sigh escaped from shang tsung's mouth. Was the god always this blank?

↳ ❝ [ say, I do this one thing with you and by the end of it, if there's no reaction then I'll leave you alone for awhile. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung offered.

Liu had been wanting some peace and quiet, it's what he wanted from the very start. His eyes were still locked onto Tsung, and the god didn't hesitate once to answer. He only needed a moment to think about the offer presented to him.

↳ ❝ [ A deal is a deal. ] ❞ ~ Liu Kang agreed, not really having much choice to deny the sorcerer. Liu just hoped that this deal would lead to him being able to relax in peace.

Anything with agreeing with the sorcerer would be a big mistake. But right now, he wasn't making any big choices so he dared to play with the tiger, hoping it doesn't eat him in the end with the consequences.

shang tsung made Liu Kang lean on the wall as they reconnected lips once again.

Liu's eyes remained locked on Tsung even as their lips pressed together once again, although this time there was something behind that blank, emotionless stare of his. It was hard to describe, but Liu's feelings were far from being neutral. His body moved slightly, leaning into Tsung and allowing himself to be closer to him as their intimate moment continued. He could have broken away at any time, but instead Liu was letting himself continue kissing back.

Going with the flow, the kiss was starting to get more action towards it.

With each passing moment the kiss became more and more passionate and intense, and this time Liu was fully embracing it. He allowed his body to press against Tsung's, and was giving back as much as the sorcerer was giving him. His mind was still confused and trying to make sense of this new feeling, it was not something he was used to, but it felt... good.

their tongues danced together at a similar pace, soon matching each others rhythm. Shang Tsung put his fingers through Liu Kang's hair, gently playing and tugging it while sometimes gripping the roots and as they passionately chased each other.

At the start the god was just allowing the kiss to happen, not really showing anything. But once Tsung began to show how much he was enjoying the moment, Liu decided to do the same. He slowly moved away from the wall, leaning more towards the sorcerer now, his arms around the sorcerer's waist.

Liu's tongue danced along with Tsung's, the god enjoying every moment of it. He even allowed the sorcerer to tug at his hair every now and then, feeling each tug as he pulled him closer.

they didn't part away, no,..not yet. The kiss becoming more rough and sloppier as their body's tightly touched each other.

Liu's mind was still filled with confusion but one thing was certain - he enjoyed this moment more than he would like to admit. Tsung was making it rather enjoyable, his hands were roaming around Liu's body as they kissed passionately. This was not something the god was used to, but it was something he did not mind. After a moment Liu's hands went to Tsung's neck, pulling the sorcerer close to him and tightening his grip.

shang tsung accidentally gave out a low soft moan into their kiss which he didn't notice on doing, too absorbed into the kiss to think of it. Too much in the moment to even care. Forgetting the reality and only doing what made him feel good.

Hearing the low moan from Tsung was something rather unexpected, but was not a bother in the slightest. It rather made him feel even more encouraged. Their lips stayed together as Liu continued to hold the sorcerer closer to him, his hands now tightly gripping his neck. Although he did not know what to expect, the god was still enjoying this intimate moment and did not plan on stopping.

after awhile, shang tsung pulled away slowly, a string of saliva still connecting them, red faced with slightly messy hair, huffing and panting for air, cheating raising and falling could be felt on each other.

Liu was also red faced, his breath slightly coming in short bursts as he stared at Tsung. His eyes glowed brightly, and the god also licked his lips as he took a moment to catch his breath. As he stared, Liu still had Tsung by the neck, his grip not fully letting go.

↳ ❝ [ My my... ] ❞

The god spoke softly, still sounding amused and half confused as to what this experience was. He had been enjoying the moment, that much was certain, but he didn't exactly understand it. But he was certainly not opposed to this feeling.

shang tsung, nudged Liu Kang gently to let go off him, still recovering from the intense kiss they had just shared.

As Tsung nudged him, Liu let go of the sorcerer's neck. His hand went to his mouth, gently feeling the wetness of his lips as he licked his lips once again, still not quite sure what he wanted to do next. He could feel his heart pounding, and now his body was slightly shaking. He looked at Tsung who remained close to him, and all the god could do was sigh.

↳ ❝ [ You really are... something. ] ❞ ~ Liu Kang said, as his heart beat slowly beated as he stared at shang tsung, feeling something he can't explain at the moment.

↳ ❝ [ I'm a wild card, an experience. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung stroked his own ego as expected.

↳ ❝ [ Well, deal was a deal and we're at the end of the deal. ] ❞ ~ Shang Tsung started to step back to give Liu Kang some distance.

Liu's mind was still confused. Was this really all there was? Sure he had enjoyed it, so he couldn't complain, but it was still rather strange to think about. Even stranger when he slightly wished that shang tsung wouldn't go along with the deal and connect their lips and continue missing for more. But alas, if this is all he's receiving then that's all there's to it. Liu Kang couldn't bring himself to ask for more, now would he? He still wanted to enjoy his peace and quiet, so he didn't move to stop Tsung.

↳ ❝ [ Very well then, that I cannot deny. ] ❞

He was calm as he spoke, although there was a slight edge to his voice. Liu didn't seem very happy about ending their little deal so soon.

shang tsung just simply nodded and walked away. For once, actually keeping true to his words.

But this is the first time Liu Kang wished the sorcerer didn't. To just pull him back into a kiss. To let the warmth of their body and shaky breaths intertwine. To let their hands feel each other's body.

Liu stood still for a moment after Tsung walked away, taking in what had just taken place. He looked down at himself, feeling his chest which was still moving quickly and his heart pounding. His body still felt warm all over, a lingering effect of their kiss.

His face was confused but satisfied at the same time, as confusing as it may seem. He licked his lips one last time and sighed. Already missing the taste of the lips of his arch-nemesis.

.

.

shang tsung left the place, no longer in sight.

Liu Kang was still, left to himself. His face was still confused and satisfied at the same time, the god was certainly not against feeling this way, it was rather enjoyable to him. But all good things must eventually come to an end, and now he was alone. He sighed and turned back to the direction which he had come from, trying to get back to his peace and quiet.

and that was the end of their simple yet odd interaction.

Liu Kang had certainly gotten the peace and quiet he wanted, just not in the way he originally intended to. But Tsung was gone, which meant that he could finally be free. He continued his walk home, still very much confused when it came to his feelings and his emotions as a whole. Yet one question stayed at the back of his mind.

↳ ❝ [ Is this how mortals feel... Love? ] ❞ ~ He thought to himself quietly.

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#Shang Tsung just wanted an excuse to smooch Liu Kang #Liu Kang wanted more too #giggling and kicking my legs #theyre so cute #theyre so silly #theyre idiots your honor #theyre in love your honor #theyre gay your honor #enemies to lovers #fanfic #tumblr fanfic #liu kang x shang tsung #liushang #liutsung #shang tsung x liu kang #shangliu #liu kang #shang tsung #mk1 2023 #mk1 #tumblr fandom #i'm screaming crying throwing up #they're soulmates your honor #too many tags #Wrote this when electricity went out. Nothing is stopping me from writing about these two #Dream dare do always #mlm #gay #I can imagine everyone confused not only seeing this many tags but this ship too #it started as a joke

[stargazingcarol]

So I don't normally see a lot of people talk about this. I've mostly seen @max--phillips about it a bunch of times (and I agree every single time). Small fonts are very hard to read for people with bad eyesight. And everytime an author writes a fic in the small font is a big turn off for me. I've only read one(1) fic like that years ago and it was awful. I kept squinting my eyes lol. That's my opinion!!!!!!! So I'm here asking you Tumblr readers: would u read it? Yes? No? Maybe? Why not? Why yes? Why maybe?

#lola makes polls #tumblr poll #tumblr polls #fanfic poll #fanfiction poll #readers poll #fanfiction #fanfic #tumblr #i think i made a poll like this once but it was different?!?!? i barely remember #daily life with lola #reading #Tumblr fanfic #random poll #random polls #3k #reblog

[wh0reforoldmen]

Take me out

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Max Burnett x fem!Reader

Warnings: L bombs, mentions of smut, mentions of switch!Max

Word count: 1.87k

summary: Max said that he was off limits when you first met, well he might’ve changed his mind

You fixed your makeup and sighed, checking yourself in the mirror. 

You smoothed down the skirt of your dress; it hugged all your curves and creases on your body. You swear Max likes to show you off to everyone, telling them how lucky he is to have you. 

The dark red fabric was soft to the touch; it had a slit up your leg to your mid-thigh, showing off your left leg, it had lace sleeves with a delicate pattern of floral designs, while the fabric stopped at just the top of your breasts, the lace curved around your collarbone to form the sleeves. The strappy black heels looked pretty cute with them too. And to complete the look, a pair of dangling diamond earrings and a black gem necklace sat at the curve of your breasts.

You checked yourself in the mirror a few more times before grabbing the matching dark red purse and waiting for that text. 

You didn’t have to wait long for your phone to ping and a message from Max saying that he was outside. You checked one last time that you looked perfect before stepping out of your apartment and downstairs, Max already waiting for you by the doors. 

Of course, he was wearing black; it was his best colour to wear and it suits him well. You walk out of the complex; his head spins around, and he smiles at you, his eyes looking at you up and down. 

"You look gorgeous," he complimented, holding out his hand to you. 

He didn’t look bad himself; the black blazer and dress pants with the white shirt with the first two or three buttons undone really suits him. His hair was also slicked back; a few stubborn strands were loose, but you loved it either way. 

You took his hand with a smile "You don’t look too bad for yourself, Max,"

He helped you into his car and got in before driving off. The restaurant you were going to is unknown to you; he likes to keep it that way with all your dates with him. You don’t mind it, but sometimes you'd like to know where you’re going. 

The car ride was quiet, the radio filling that silence between you two. You looked over at him and just... looked at his sharp jawline, his thin black hair, and God, you loved his eyes too. The bright blue that looked at you with such softness but to others with such anger, you could get lost in them for hours. For his age, he was a fucking handsome devil, aged like a fine wine if you say so yourself. 

He glanced over at you, catching you red-handed staring at him, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, "Got something on your mind, Princess?" He asked, turning his head with a cheeky grin. 

Your face went up in flames, and you quickly looked away, looking in front of you and saying, "Just wondering where we’re going." You quickly replied, sucking your bottom lip in and rolling it between your teeth, hoping he’d fall for it. Who are you kidding? It’s Max! The God of deceit.

“Sure, princess,” he hummed. “Do you remember what we agreed on? I’m just here to spoil you,”

It sounded right at the time. Yes, you did find him attractive when you first met and made that agreement, but things change! You’ve spent more and more time with Max, and you’ve fallen head over heels for him. 

“Yes, I do remember,” You say with a roll of your eyes, you hate that he has rules; yeah, it’s understandable, but some of them are just... bizarre. But it’s his line of work that makes them bizarre, so none of you can do anything about it. 

“So you know I’m off limits,” he reminded you, placing a hand on your bare thigh. You held your breath as you looked down at his hand; his hands were rough in comparison to your soft skin, but damn, his hands were huge, and the veins connecting his hand to his fingers were... shit.

“Yes, I know,” you nodded, holding back a whimper as his hand gently rubbed your skin. 

“Good girl,” He pulled his hand away and placed it back on the steering wheel, that smug grin plastered on his face. 

That smug bastard. 

Finally, you go to the restaurant, and it’s somewhere you’ve never been and could never afford if you never had Max. 

He helped you out and walked in with you, his arm around your waist with his hand on your hip. You walked through the glass doors and held in your gasp—it was so... luxurious. The chandelier had to be made of real diamonds! The floor was a hard white marble with a golden shimmer, and the tables were all arranged so that no one would bump into them. The waiter elegantly led you both to a table in the middle of the room. 

You both sat down while he gave you the menus and walked off, giving you time to pick out your drink and meal. The tables were dark oak, and the groves were incredibly detailed. You looked up at Max, and he smiled at you and said, “Guess you like it?"

It wasn’t exactly a question but you nodded anyway “it’s amazing Max, thank you,” 

You both had a great time at the restaurant, just talking to each other about anything but work and stress; this was just something to get you both to relax a bit. You easily spent two or three hours in there, talking and eating, and this is what it’s usually like with Max. 

Sometimes you don't see him for weeks at a time, but when he does come back. Fuck,  he spoils you rotten. You get treated like a queen. 

He has you closer to him as you both walk out of the restaurant and to the car, his arm around your hip and his hand laced around yours, fingers lacing together. It felt good, strange but good!   

“Remember what I said earlier in the car?” Max began, “When I said that I was off limits,” you looked up at him with a confused look but nodded. Why was he burning this up again? It was just a reminder that you couldn't have him. You can’t. 

“Yes, I remember, why?” You asked, your hand gently squeezing his as you approached his car. 

He hesitated. 

Max was hesitant to speak? 

Since you’ve known Max for almost a year, he’s never been hesitant to speak, not even in bed when you’re ordering him to speak. He just doesn't. 

“Well, I was thinking that we can ignore that one rule; I know I made it up, but fuck. Look at you, how could I not fall for you?” He said this while looking down at you and coming to a halt.

You could feel your heart pounding with each word he said; he wants to break the rule and... get together? Fuck, this was like a dream come true. A smile came to your lips as you looked up at him. “This isn’t one of your tricks now, is it, Max?” You inquire, your hands approaching his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. 

His bright blue eyes looked into yours, and he shook his head. “I promise, it’s not.” He said, his hands coming to your waist and pulling you closer “Kiss me,”

You didn’t deny his request; you pulled him in, your soft lips collided with his slightly chapped ones. He lets you be in control of the kiss, his hands only sliding down to your ass and gently squeezing the soft mounds before moving back up to the small of your back. You both pulled away for air and looked into each other's eyes, a smile coming to his lips. “I love you, princess.” He confessed, making your heart flutter. 

“I love you too, Max.” You smile, using your thumb to wipe the saliva off his bottom, swollen, pink lip. 

“Let's go home, yeah?" You smirked “Show you how much I really love you,” 

He chuckled and landed a hard smack on your ass. “Let's see who wins first,” he said, leading you to the car and getting in with you.

#max burnett #max burnett fanfiction #max burnett x reader #sugar daddy max burnett #Max Burnett x fem!reader #Max Burnet x Female!reader #Max Burnett x black!reader #Max Burnett x curvy!reader #Max Burnett one shot #Max Burnett imagine #sebastian stan fanfiction #x reader #sebastian stan #tumblr fanfic #fluff

[sonicexelle-junkary]

PERDITION

@moderator-monnie made a fic and I wanted to make one too. So have the fanfic version of how everything began.

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The day was calm, warm, peaceful. A perfect day for taking it easy. And for Sonic, Amy and Tail, they were. They had a blast telling each other stories, having drinks and food from the Mirage Saloon, a place that they haven’t been in in ages.

“Oh man, I forgot how good the drinks are here!” Sonic trilled with his usual strange mix of a drink in his hand.

Tails nodded in response. “Yeah. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve been here. Makes me sad we don’t visit often.”

“I’ll say!” Amy entered. “Their deals for happy hour are to die for!” She received a smile and a second nod from the fox. But for Sonic, he was rather silent.

“Uh, speaking of happy hour… are we sure it’s still going on? Cause it seems rather dark to be 7.” He pointed out the window to a dark crimson sky, the entire world seemingly turned to shades of red and purple.

“That is… concerning.” Tails replied.

“Must be from Eggman. C’mon, let’s check it out!” And after he placed a bill onto the table, he ran out the door with Amy and Tails in co.

And boy, what a sight did they witness stepping out into the street. The look of terrified people screaming and running down the streets to any place that they could use for shelter, unsure of what to make of the situation, but nonetheless still terrified. But what were they running from? Well, as the group looked up to the sky, they found their answer.

A ginormous being, almost as big as the titans Sonic had faced before, standing there amongst the town. It’s figure so normal but uncanny, peaceful but unnerving. At the moment it didn’t do anything, it just stood there as it looked around, observing the creatures who seemed terrified of its sudden presence.

“What is that?!” Amy gasped.

“Whatever it is, it’s freaking everyone out!” He turned to his friends. “You two help anyone who needs it. I’ll let Super Sonic handle the big guy!”

They both nodded, but Tails paused. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” He said.

“If this guy is here to cause trouble, then I’m gonna be that trouble!” He gave the fox a grin before he zoomed away at the speed of sound, past crowds of people, up the sides of buildings. He made it as high as he could before the emeralds circled him, and in a flash he began to glow that bright golden colour of hope.

His presence now had caught the beings attention, as it watched him fly up like a comet in the sky, powerful and bright. Sonic could sense that it felt rather amused by all this.

“Alright buddy!” He shoved a finger out. “I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m already sick of seeing your ugly mug around here! So you better start explaining yourself, or I’m gonna— huh?”

Before he knew it, light shone from his chest, and in an instant, the emeralds flew out of him. He looked around and he and the emeralds were still suspended high above the ground. “Wha- what the heck?! What’s going on?!” He stammered as an anxiety fell over him.

He froze, as when he looked back ahead of him, the figures eye was only a few feet from his face. And as Sonic stared back, he could faintly hear a voice enter his mind.

“You’ll do nicely.”

And everything went black.

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On the ground below, Amy and Tails helped direct people to any place safe. To buildings or modes of transportation that lead them out of town. Anywhere else seemed better than witnessing what was going on out here.

“Is that everyone?” Amy said.

“It seems like it.” Tails answered. “Hopefully Sonic can—“

A bright light caught their eyes, and looking up they saw a horrific sight that made their stomachs turn. A bright light emanated from Sonic, and soon engulfed him, like a beam of light shot out from the heavens above. It lasted for only a moment before the light disappeared. The being gone, and Sonic plummeting to the ground below.

“SONIC!” Tails yelped in horror seeing his brother’s body lifelessly fall. He lifted up Amy to a platform, closest to where he assumed Sonic would be.

“Oh Sonic, please be okay.” Amy wavered.

“SONIC! Are you there?” Tails called out. “Please! Say something! SONIC!”

Silence accompanied them. Only the gentle sound of wind broke it. It was an uneasy silence, one that would make anyone’s hair stand on end. Luckily that lasted only for a few but long seconds, as something arose from the seeming abyss that Sonic had fallen into.

It was him, or well part of him, it looked like him. It had his signature blue quills, but it didn’t have his face. Instead, all that was there was a hole, an endless void that was only accompanied by a single eye. A tattered cape laid neatly on its shoulders, and a floating halo rested just above its head. But that wasn’t the worst of it, no. As tied to the cape, and embedded neatly into its halo, we’re the chaos emeralds that Sonic had in him once before.

Amy and Tails could only watch in horror as the being stood itself up and gave a deep sigh. It didn’t even notice them at first, but once it did, it didn’t move. All it did was glance down at them, waiting a moment before it finally spoke.

“Oh.” It said. It’s lower lid curling up to mimic an invisible smile. “Hello there.”

#fanfic #tumblr fanfic #sonic horror au #COTH au

[fanficriter]

can u do kaidou shun dating hcs!?!?!?

UM YES I LOVE HIM????

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Dating Kaidou Shun

Warnings - None

Characters - Kaidou Shun

Gender neutral reader

Notes - Sorry this is a bit short, I’m a bit sick atm

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- If you dress in Emo/Gothic clothes, expect him to fall for you like 10 times faster

- When he finally asked you out, he slide you one of those notes with the little yes or no checkboxes down the bottom

- He is definitely scared if the dark, he won’t admit it

- “The Jet Black Wings is scared of nothing! C-could you turn the light back on though?”

- He loves it when you play along with his little fantasies, it makes him feel loved

- LOVES physical affection!! But he does get very shy, especially when it’s in public

- Very shy when it comes to kisses. He will give you a peck on the lips and run away blushing

- If you surprise him with a kiss, he kinda just stands there for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened

- He is a clingy little shit tbh

- Loves cuddling with you sm

- He also love quality time, he’s inviting you everywhere everyday at all times

- Study sessions together always 🙏🙏

- If his mum likes you, expect home cooked meals every time you come over

- Literally is a shaking, nervous ball when meeting your parents

- “I promise to take care of them! I-indubitably!!”

- Your parents love him

- I feel like he really good with kids, so if you have younger siblings, they absolutely adore him

- Every time he comes over they will run up and hug him

- You feel like they love him more than you atp

- Has a huge hero complex, so he will protect you from all the bullies! But your usually the one whose protecting him…

- When his classmates make fun of him for talking about Dark Reunion, your always there to comfort him

- He doesn’t know how to swim, so you teach him. He tries to act tough though the whole thing

- “If I released my full power in the water… i’d course a tsunam- Y/N HELP IM DROWNING”

- For your birthday he always has a homemade present and a 10 page essay for a card

- He was definitely a night core kid

- Angel with a shotgun is HIS JAM (me to)

- He uses emoticon while texting

- “Hey angel! ^_^ Do u want to go get ramen with me tmrw? o(｀ω´ )o”

- Can also speak irl with them??? He just does it and no one says anything about it

- Your name is his phone is definitely something like ‘My Fallen angel’ or ‘My Queen/King of Darkness’

- Is oddly good at singing?

- Every time he’s in the shower you hear him having his own little concerts

- He’s insanely talented at eyeliner

- Will sit in your lap and do yours if you let him

- MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ARE A MUST!!!

- This could very from being bacon and eggs, to being undead lovers, he doesn’t care! As long as he gets to look cute with you, he’s up for anything!

- He’s always talking about you to his friends

- “Me and Y/n went to the movie theatre yesterday!!”

- “Check you this cool ring Y/n got for me!

- “Did you see Y/n’s outfit today?”

- Your his first real partner, and he loves you a lot. You guys are always looking after each other!

- Also he’s a twilight fanboy so you have a twilight wedding 🙏🙏

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I love Kaidou Shun goodnight tumblr (´-ω-`)

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[florashifting]

Me when I find a fic with excellent grammar and beautiful writing but they don't use quotation marks for dialogue and use dashes instead so I have to close the fic because I refuse to read such a thing:

#flora found it on pinterest #flora's just yapping #meme #memes #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction memes #reading fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #tumblr fanfic

[smolvenger]

Twenty-Seven Wounds (Coriolanus x fem! Reader)

Summary: In ancient times, in a place that calls itself Rome, you find yourself married to the general Caius Martius or Coriolanus. He has fought so many battles he has twenty-seven scars on his body. Scars that he has not shown you yet...

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no actual smut, discussions of war, violence. Drunkenness and brief harassment but the asshole is put in his place. Grumpy and Sunshine trope. I do my best to write Caius accurately. But at the end of the day, it's MY indulgent fic and here he's a big tough warmonger who becomes a simp that kisses the ground his cinnamon roll wife walks on. References to the play and to ancient Roman customs and words. A fake kidnapping.

Word Count: 3K

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

“General Martius has asked me for your hand in marriage and I consented,” your father announced.

Your vision went dizzy. You had to sit down. You knew many things about General Caius Martius, otherwise known as Coriolanus since his great victory in the land of Corioles. 

As you sat back down to process the news, you recounted every instance of interaction. You met him in the chariot races. Menenius introduced you to each other- the senator's bald head shining like a crown and his chest as puffed as a peacock's.

"This is the great General Martius! And General- this is the lady Y/N-isn't she one of our city's great beauties, hm?"

"Sir! Uh-I-thank you!" you replied, very flustered and surprised he would say that.

General Martius made no reply. Only a polite greeting.

You talked with him at dinners. The odd banquet or party. Saw him in the audience of the Gladiator fights, plays, or chariot races.

But Caius was no run-of-the-mill man. He was a renowned general in the army and known as the fiercest warrior Rome could wish for. Notoriously ferocious on a battlefield. A man who breathed war. He was also notorious for his arrogance and stubbornness and sometimes his anger. You knew he was sensitive to smells- his nose would often crinkle as he walked by the streets.  You knew his mother, Volumina. You knew he enjoyed the Gladiator fights. Though you sometimes turned away when it got too gruesome. If it was too much, he would escort you out. When you came to chariot races, he would be there.

He was still an incredibly attractive man- dark reddish-blonde hair. Beautiful blue eyes. Tall, broad, and striking. When the betrothal was confirmed, he visited where you stayed. Your father joined your hands together. He held them with a delicacy. He then brought them up and kissed them.

“Y/N…I promise you-I will be an honorable husband. You will be protected. You will want for nothing. And they will revere you as they do for me.”

He brought you a little closer so that your hands became entwined. You were not scared of marrying him. No- what scared you was that you were not scared. What scared you was how badly you wanted to marry him. You should have been frustrated that your father agreed to the match without consulting you. All fathers had complete and total say over their children’s marriages…but you were not angry in the least.

“You will be…gentle to me, Caius?” you asked quietly.

“Yes. Yes, I will,” he replied. He placed another hand over yours.

“Ah! What a pretty picture! Come- let us make an offering to the household gods! Let us pray for a blessing for our Y/N and her warrior groom!” your father announced, rubbing his hands together. 

Your wedding happened not too long after. It seemed your family was in a rush to have a connection to the wealthy and famous general.

After the ceremony at the temple of Hera, all of you sat down at your house to a feast. Caius- no, no longer “General Martius” or “General Coriolanus” but just Caius!- sat down next to you. He leaned back and kept an arm around you, his hand rubbing against the side of your arm.

One guest with more wine in his body than decency spittled something that made your stomach curl in offense. He staggered before your seat and pointed a finger at you. 

“Ah! Where can I get a twin of this pretty nymph like Martius’s? Hm? Her breasts will look even better without her wedding gown over them!”

Before you could say a word, Caius lept to his feet. He ran before the drunkard and yanked him by the collar to his face. 

“You will speak with respect to the wife of a general or you will remain quiet!” he barked at the rude guest. 

The room went quiet. You knew if the impulse struck him, Caius would get out his sword and have the bastard sliced in half. The man began to tremble and utter apologies as a friend of his took him away.

“Everyone…let’s have some music now! Before we close the feast-I think it would soothe everyone!” you announced.

Glancing at the musicians frozen with their lyres, they began to play again. You returned to your seat as did your new husband.

“Would you have be different than I am, Y/N?” he whispered to you.

“You were only protecting me…how could I be angry at you or want you different?” you asked.

You gave him a peck on the cheek. He blinked rapidly. You saw him turn bright red and his frown melted into a tiny smile. 

Right as the feast started to wind down, your heart began to drum in your chest. There was the staged kidnapping- for all of Rome knew that the best bride was a maiden who was unwillingly taken from home. So every consenting bride had to pretend as a ceremony for the end of the celebrations. Put on a show good enough to fool the gods for luck.

Getting up from the table, Caius went to the other end of the room to exit through the door. Your mother put her arms around you. He then stormed in on cue like in a Euripedian tragedy.

“This house has something I want! Give me Y/N or I will kill every being who keeps me from her!” he announced in pretense. 

 You could feel yourself trying not to laugh. Your own mother was trying a forced frown.

“Please- mother- don’t let the General take me!” you wailed dutifully.

He went up with his sword out so others stepped back. Then he sheathed it and looked at you, licking his lips.

“I am here! I claim this woman- she is mine now- for my house and my bed!” he declared. 

He took you easily from your mother’s arms and then slung you over his shoulders. You let out a brief squeal- trying to make your laughter sound like tears.

“Mother! Mother! Help!” you cried out in pretend. Glad no one could see your smile as he carried you out. And especially glad you could still ogle his pert behind from where you were dangling for the rest of the “kidnapping.”

He carried you down the streets over his shoulder. Then when you arrived at his place, he transferred you so that he carried you with an arm over your back and the other supporting your legs. For it was bad luck for a young bride to trip. And he kept you in his arms as he ignored his mother and the slaves greeting him and took you straight to his bedroom without a word. Everyone gave each other a look and then went on with their business. 

Caius’s restraint left him as soon as he entered that room. He set you on your feet and then grabbed you. He kissed you so much you could already feel his tongue inside.

“Gods, you are mine now…” he whispered.

He held you so close. You could feel his heat, his desperation, his need to have you. He kept a hand on your back and kept you close. You were getting wet with each touch of his.

He went down to the belt that held your dress. It was tied in a special knot for today- The knot of chastity. And symbolically, one only your husband was allowed to undo. Your heart raced as he began to touch it, a thumb going over the long threads. 

“Caius…I want you…yes-it’s our wedding night, please…” you heard yourself voice. 

 He pulled and fought at the knot almost so much, that he swore that it wasn’t coming off fast enough.  That he would need a knife. Then he used his thumb to edge it out so it would loosen. With several swift tugs and a grunt of his, he yanked the knot undone and the cloth belt came off. He eagerly found the edges of your clothes.

“Yes…my wife…”

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him again. He then removed the lower parts of his clothes.

There were slaves playing music in the other room. He preferred some quiet music in the evenings. And tonight was no exception. They were to keep playing. To hear him take his wife- no, you. To hear Your cries of pleasure among the soft strings. They were playing when he led you to his lectus and your marriage was passionately consummated. 

You adjusted to married life surprisingly well. And in private, Caius was not the fearsome dragon some heralded him to be. Yes- he was arrogant and stubborn at his worst. But he could be…persuaded, you discovered. 

“And the peasants were crying that they wanted more grain! Grain from our storages!” he reported to you one day over dinner.

“Well…couldn’t we spare just a little bit, dear husband?” you asked.

A Slave brought you a bowl of dates and then left to refill your wine glasses. 

“For the rabble? No-let them hang!” he dismissed.

He tore a bite of meat from its leg and chewed on it like a bear with prey. But you kept your eyes soft and gave him a smile.

“They’re only hungry. Even I become cross when I am hungry! And we have so much food here. Really, it’s more than I can eat! And there are always so many leftovers…surely….just a little grain could be spared, Caius? It would warm my heart to see so many hungry people be fed…they do not complain without reason…perhaps then they won’t complain about you anymore. Just a little bit of grain, Caius? Please?”

You saw his shoulders start to sag. With a deep sigh, he gestured to one of his slaves

“Tell them that five percent of the grain stored will be gathered and distributed to the protesters,” he said. 

You smiled as you looked down.

He was content to sit quietly beside you in some evenings. You could weave your loom and the man who craved battles would merely go over parchments beside you. His desire was like that of an animal though. It only took a look or a smile from you before he was on you, kissing you, and pulling at your clothes to have them come off. The nights when you both did not make love, he still wanted to touch you. He would pull you onto him to rest your head against his chest. You would permit him to rub your back with his hand and wrap his arms protectively around you. As if not even Zeus himself could get past Caius Martius to the treasure that lay in his arms. He often would touch you gently. Even as you walked past him, he would softly just touch a cloth of your skirt, feeling the fabric slip through his fingers longingly as you had to leave. 

There was one dinner where your mother, Volumina, decided to put you to the test. You knew it. As you sat down on the floor enjoying your food, she turned to you and declared something most people would find offensive.

“Ah! I hope in the next battle that my son will receive another scar! Don’t you, Y/N?”

On one hand, you did not want your husband to suffer. But this was Volumina. Her whole life’s purpose was to create a soldier of her boy. To serve the wars in her own way through what she could do behind the scenes. To see him either victorious or dead was her life’s work. Glory in battle meant glory for her and the Martius family. 

Carefully, you added a reply with a dutiful nod of your head.

“Yes- should the scars not be fatal, I see them as badges of honor. And if they were-I am proud to have a husband willing to give his life for the safety of Rome’s people. And if I must sacrifice him for all our sakes, I will make it,” you replied.

“Ah! What a sweet woman you have for your wife, Caius!” Volumina praised, her stained lips curved into a smile. 

There, the middle ground. It wasn’t that bad. But as she slid aside her plate, her talk turned. She looked at you, dressed in her dark clothes with her dark hair done up. Her smile was still big on her creamy face. 

“Did you know, Y/N, that my son bears a total of twenty-seven scars from battle!?” she asked.

“No-he never told me it was that many,” you said with a quick glance at him.

“Yes! And may Ares bring him twenty-seven more!” Volumina said. 

But you had never seen such scars. 

After a few months, you realized something- you had never seen him bare. That was odd. Most women would tell you of how the first time they saw Octavius Cato’s or so-and-so’s willy they burst into laughter. But even the hundreds of times you made love, Caius kept his shirt on. He preferred to bathe alone, never going into the bathhouses. The times he did bathe, sometimes you heard him groan in pain outside the room. As if the scars were still fresh. He always went behind a screen to dress. In bed, he only wore a toge that had short sleeves. You saw a cut over his shoulder peep out. It looked almost like the crack of an earthquake on the soil. But whenever you tried to nudge it in bed, he would move your hand away, asking you to stop. 

You were still unequal. He had kissed every inch of your bare skin. But you had not even seen it. As frightening as that scratch looked, you had to see more. 

That is, until one night. It was uncomfortably warm. You sweated on your shared lectus, tossing and turning in discomfort.  You turned over to see Caius was still awake. He then rolled over of you confirming to the other that you were not asleep. You slept in your underclothes and he still had that toge. And he was sweating. 

“I think you should undress,” you said. 

He turned around, though you could smell his sweat dripping down.

“It’d be better if I didn’t,” he huffed. 

You touched his shoulder, turning him to face you. 

“Caius…why do you show no one your scars?” you asked.

He swallowed.

“They’re….they’re only when Rome needs to see them. When they lose sight. When they lose respect.” he said. r.

“Am I not part of Rome, too?” you asked.

He paused.

“Yes…yes you are…” he answered.

“You’ve never…bared yourself to me like I have to you,” you commented.

“They’re gruesome. It would…it would have scared you, I thought. You wouldn’t want to sleep beside them…too gruesome…” 

He sat up.

“I’ll sleep somewhere else tonight-you don’t want to look at them,” he announced.

But you stopped his hand and kept him still. 

“Caius…may I see them, please?” you asked.

You gingerly touched his chest, right over the toga he wore to bed. You only saw the scratches around his collarbones.

“Are you afraid?” he asked. 

“No. They’re a part of you…I want to see them…” you urged.

His eyes softened. Then you both sat up in bed.

“Then…then remove it for yourself and see.” he permitted. 

You went to the corner edges of his own robe. He helped you as you lifted it over his head. You then got a candle to see it better.

You knew he was a strong man, but there were so many scratches, lashes, and cuts you could not make out the muscles clearly. There were so many cuts and lashes-they looked so dark across his skin. All over his torso. Then there were the newer ones from the battle at Corioles-they still looked red. You set the candle back down on the table near the bed.

“I understand if you wish not to lie with me anymore…I will make arrangements where-”

“No, you don’t have to!” you interrupted.

For once in his life, Caius Martius Coriolanus closed his mouth and he listened.

“Twenty-seven of them. Twenty-seven times you have been wounded. Twenty-seven times you could have died…and didn’t,” you said.  “Can I touch them?”

“Yes,Y/N, you can…”

You lightly took your hand and felt the bumps and edges. He flinched only slightly, then relaxed into it. You could feel the warmth of the sweltering night on him. 

“Caius…may I kiss them?” you asked.

“Yes…”

You gently kissed the back of your three fingers and pressed them over the lower scars. You knew putting your mouth lower would stir something in him. Now was not the moment…and it seemed he would agree. His breathing was deep as your kissed fingers touched the lower ones. Such chaste, light kisses like a butterfly's wing.

As they moved up to his chest, you peppered one kiss across one. Then another. You paused, your mouth over his skin, his steady pulse shaking from your touch.  

“Each one…you survived. You defeated your enemies…you protected your allies…and you protected me…and you survived, Caius,” you whispered.

He put a hand to touch your cheek and you leaned into it.

“Dulcissima…my sweetest…thank you…”

“Do they hurt right now?” you asked.

His voice smoothed and spoke with such tenderness as you had never heard before. He put an arm around you as you kept kissing them. 

“No…they never felt more relieved…my wife, her kisses have their own little medicine…”

You moved up to his shoulder from the first fresh one from Corioles, sweetly kissing them. His soft voice spoke on and you could feel yourself burst from his words.

“Dearest of my heart…my gift from Hera and Aphrodite themselves…”

You kissed the gash on his upper left arm. Then you lifted up to meet him, his eyes brimming with tears. 

“There…twenty-seven kisses for each scar…”

Then he relaxed, your hand tracing his chest. You blew the candle out to the dark. The room suddenly became cooler. Then you nuzzled into him, settling into him. How warm he felt-so close and so real. His chest moving and falling.

“Caius…why did you want to marry me?” you asked.

“I thought…you would do well, being married to me. You…you’re good to me. You…you smiled when you saw me. You weren’t afraid…” he confessed.

“I was nervous every time you noticed me!” you recalled.

You felt the smile in his voice. His other hand found yours and wrapped itself over your palm. He went on.

“So was I! I hate banquets and parties…but I went to them in case you were there. I watched you squirm at the gladiator fights and look away and wish I could…just take you in my arms and take you away from them. But…then there was the time I was with your father’s…. You said something, and it made me laugh…I laughed! That was…when I knew…when I knew I had to be your husband.”

You looked up at him. His eyes were shiny. But you did not see tears. He swallowed, perhaps looking away made him more honest. You nestled back into him and clung to him. He kept talking.

 “I kept…thinking of you. Of what you would say. I kept going to the market. Every day. Just to see you. Even just a glimpse of you passing by. Just one glimpse-not much. To see you walk up to the bathhouses….”

“And you never went in to see me in there…because of your scars?” you asked.

“I knew you frequented them. I confess- I am a man. As much as I would have loved to see you naked and wet, it meant scaring the others away when I removed my clothes, it would have scared you away…”

You went back to look at him. This time you touched his face, looking directly into his blue eyes. 

You pressed a forehead to his.

“They don’t scare me…not anymore, and you don’t scare me…” you whispered. “Caius…Caius, I love you…”

“Y/N…I…I love you too…”

That evening, as the night settled over a place that called itself Rome, you relaxed into bed with your husband. You wrapped your arms to embrace him and he did not put on his toge to hide his scars. He only held you tight. His scars only barely brushed against you. Badges of war. Badges of honor. Badges of protection. He kissed the top of your head as you both settled into sleep. 

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You're Lucien´s bride

You can't stop beaming as your best friend fastens your dress, the soft pliant fabric highlighting your shape as it flows to the floor, shifting like water with your every step.

"Stay still!" She chastises you, and you comply, taking to fidgeting with the ring on your finger while she fixes the veil on your head.

By all rights you should have a dozen maidens fretting about now, waiting on you hand and feet, you're marrying the heir to the Court, after all.

But you live your whole lives in public, two beloved emissaries, the life of every party, Prythian´s darlings.

So this will be only yours.

Two witnesses, a borrowed dress, a feast of cheese, bread and fruit afterwards, out on a tablecloth under the ancient oak you had chosen for the ceremony, in a Court made for love. Helion will surely forgive the two of you this whim, and Lucien´s mum will find it immensely romantic.

You walk out of the room, your best friend going before you to join the other witness. If you were paying attention, you'd have seen the High Lord of this Court moving things around on the altar, or the High Lord of Autumn incinerating a falling leaf before it could land on his brother´s hair.

But you don't see any of that, you only see him.

Lucien is beaming at you, the golden skin glowing from within, and he takes a deeper breath as you approach. The sun filtering through the leaves dances on his hair like tiny flames, catching the glimmer of tears his eye and the gold of the buttons on his jacket and vest.

Even now your groom is a politician, clad in Autumn Court burgundy and the pure white of Day. There's even a field flower tucked behind is ear for Spring. Lucien looks so beautiful it hurts, and you wonder if you'll ever get used to the way his eyes come alight when he smiles, or the purring accent of his voice when he whispers your name, his lips on your skin, teasing. Or the emissary´s silver tongue.

"Can you at least wait until we're done here?" Your friend blows some air through her nose, and her bawdy remark gets a smile from the High Lord of Spring.

Lucien chuckles, a blush rushing to his face.

The Mother had no business making him that beautiful. Will you ever stop smiling?

"That might be too much to ask of them, hurry up, Tamlin." The High Lord of Autumn slaps his brother lightly on the arm "Focus, Lucien."

Because, of course, your precious memories had prompted a similar reaction in your groom, and his cinnamon and apples scent grows headier with it.

Tamlin clears his throat, dropping the glamour to allow Spring Court to shine through his skin.

"Welcome all. Who comes before Spring to be married today?"

Lucien swallows, his smile growing wider.

"I, Lucien, son of Helion, come before Spring today to be married."

Tamlin turns his eyes to you, smiling.

"Who will take Lucien, son of Helion, in marriage?"

Your voice comes out a bit too loud from how excited you are. When he asked for your hand, Lucien had only stipulated that he didn't want to be married by a priestess, so it was a matter of picking one High Lord out of the many he was connected to.

Eris would have drawn out an hour-long ceremony, Tamlin was more of a practical male.

The High Lord of Autumn smiles as he recites.

"If there is any who would challenge their union, let him meet my sword."

You all hold your silence for a moment, allowing the chirps of the birds to fill the air, while your best friend clasps your hand together with Lucien´s, his skin warm as if he had been in the sun a whole day.

"They are joined." She recites, stepping back "I witness to it."

"And in being joined they are now husband and wife, one flesh, one fate." Lucien´s glow outshines the glow of Spring from Tamlin´s hand when he places it over your clasped ones "May your love blossom and thrive."

You can't help laughing as your husband pulls you in for a deep kiss, the honeyed taste of him filling your mouth, numbing every other sense.

Somewhere around, you hear the felicitations, and your friend making a comment that has Tamlin laughing, and Eris says something of no importance. When you let go of Lucien, the tablecloth is already spread, your wedding feast displayed in the center of it.

"I'll love you as long as the Sun shines." Lucien whispers in your ear before helping you down on the fabric "I can't wait to tear this off of you."

"It's borrowed." You whisper back, as he offers you a fat strawberry.

"For shame, Lucien, we're trying to eat!" Eris poked your husband in the ribs.

Your husband. You bite down on the strawberry, offering Lucien a slice of brie.

You're Lucien´s wife.

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The Drought of an Ocean

Chapter 2 - As Tribute

Pairing | Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

Story Summary | Finnick Odair was the youngest victor to ever win the Hunger Games but that didn’t earn him respect as a mentor, at least not until she came along. When a dejected volunteer from District 4 puts her life on the line, Finnick will do anything he can to protect her.

Chapter Summary | Finnick thinks back on the years since his own games as the reaping for the 70th annual Hunger Games takes place.

Chapter Warnings | canon typical violence, nonexplicit forced prostitution, mentions/situations of sexualizing minors, anxiety inducing situations, explicit language

W/C | 1.5k

A/N | wow guys I know this is prewritten but we wrote two chapters in two days and planned out the rest of the fic. we’re doing so good. -Smoe<3

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In the years since becoming a victor, Finnick continued the tradition of mentorship alongside Mags and the few others who sporadically made appearances when they had an extra bit of incentive from the capitol. However, being the youngest victor wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when it came to tributes on the older side, the seventeen and eighteen year-olds who thought little of him for his ‘peacocking’ in the capitol and his age. Even knowing he was skilled with traps and his trident didn’t earn him much respect. They trusted Mags, for she was about as old as the games themselves. Her old age gave the illusion of knowledge, but she only fought once, just like him and she had been a teenager then too. 

Still, it didn’t matter much for they rarely returned home except for one in recent years and he, being eighteen, had favored his independence both during training and the games. Finnick was occupied with other endeavors anyway, a job less glamorous than being a mentor, where his patrons didn’t deal in respect either but found him more useful than any tribute had. 

On his sixteenth birthday, Finnick received his very first gift from President Snow. 

He was returning home from a training session with the Stafford kid when he was met with peacekeepers stationed at his front door. Upon entering, his mother rose from her chair, ushering him into the dining room where Snow was sitting at the head of the table making conversation with his father.

“President Snow,” Finnick grinned, turning on the charm that was usually left at the door. “To what do we owe this pleasure?” Hearing his voice, his father stood from his chair and left them to their private conversation, giving Finnick’s shoulder a squeeze on the way out. 

“Mr. Odair! I think a celebration is in order. It's not every day a victor turns sixteen,” Snows teeth were lined in red when he smiled, a waft of rose replacing the metallic scent in the air before it had time to set in.

Finnick felt his heart begin to calm, it was just for his birthday. “Ah, of course I’m honored that you’d come see me personally but I couldn't possibly accept any gifts”  Snow had given him plenty; he hadn’t wanted to seem greedy. “You’ve already given me so much.”

Snow tutted at him and began to rise in his seat as if to leave. “Well, if you’d deny my gifts-”

“No! I’d never!” Finnick interrupted but immediately regretted it. He’d talked over the president and now there was nothing he could do to take it back.

Snow’s eyes glinted with a moment of fury before he smiled once more. “Maybe I could ask you for a favor, hm?”

“Absolutely, you’ve always been so generous,” Finnick’s nails were digging into his palms, his smile strained. “Anything.”

Of course, when Finnick had learned of what Snow had wanted from he refused; how could he not? He had learned early on however, that you do not refuse the President. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Odair but if you can’t accept the opportunity I have offered you with grace, then I’m afraid I’ll have to take matters in my own hands,” Snow hissed, his barely restrained anger threatening to escape.

“What…what does that mean?”

Snow gave a ‘come hither’ gesture and before Finnick could utter another word, his father was on his knees in front of him, a peacekeeper pressing a gun to his head. In the blink of an eye, he was fully collapsed on the floor, his blood staining the ornate carpet. His mother was dragged in next, the butt of a gun slammed into the side of her head.

“I accept!,” Finnick screamed, “I accept!”

Since that day, Finnick had been doing business for Snow. He made trips to the Capitol monthly, normally getting through four or five customers per excursion. It didn’t matter whether or not he was in the mood, it didn’t matter that his ‘clients’ were his mother’s age or older, it didn’t matter because he had something to lose and as long as that was the case, he was a slave to Snow’s whims. 

・・・Ψ・・・

Finnick stood at the back of the crowd watching as those of reaping age began to file in in front of the stage. He remembered how terrified he felt the day of his reaping when he was told he was meant to volunteer. Nobody knew who was to be picked until right before they pulled the names out of the bowl. Not even the tributes themselves. This year was different for him; Mags had recently fallen ill. Combined with the illness and her being frail with age, she was unable to aid him in his mentoring, meaning this year he was on his own for the first time. He hadn’t been concerned at first for now he'd helped a tribute win but without the guidance of Mags, if his tributes died the blame was his to shoulder.

The escort had been the same since his own games, often lingering around Victor Village and inserting themselves into the lives of the past victors for the Capitol's pleasure. Unlike 12’s escort with the ridiculous gold hair, who he knew preferred picking the ladies first, 4’s escort switched off each year.

“Boys first,” the escort was dressed in red-orange, spikes protruding from the outfit, the likeness of which resembled a lionfish. Finnick had to admit, out of all the outfits he'd seen them wear, this one he almost approved of, still though the wasteful extravagance of the Capitol left him with distaste. 

He didn’t care to listen to the name that had been pulled for he knew there was a boy who had been predetermined to volunteer, just as he had. While in the lower districts the reactions to the name-pulling were terror-inducing, in career districts it was safer to have your name pulled for someone would take your spot no matter the circumstances; parents could spend the night before the reaping resting peacefully with the knowledge that their children would be safe. 

The boy who volunteered in the reaped one’s place was nothing special but he knew how to play to a crowd, an advantage that many tributes had learned with Finnick as an example. He hadn’t seen more than a glimpse of the boy around town, spending most of his time at the Victor’s Village or in the Capitol nowadays but he recognized him as someone capable with a spear. Ultimately, it was up to the boy whether or not he was interested in cultivating other skills.

Finnick was nearly dozing when the female tribute was reaped. He waited for the telltale sign of the career to follow, the over zealous exclamation of ‘I volunteer’ to which the crowd would fawn but it didn’t come. Instead, a hand raised slowly above the crowd, fingers barely extending upwards towards the sky. The words could scarcely be heard as they were uttered, calm as a waveless sea.

“I volunteer,” the voice huffed, murmurs in the crowd wondering if something had gone wrong dampening the sound of her voice.

“What’s that?” The escort replied, making a show of leaning in closer to the crowd.

“I volunteer. As tribute.”

“Oh,” the escort crooned, “it seems we have another volunteer. Wonderful!”

Finnick smirked, watching the girl trudge her up the steps of the stage. To some degree, he respected her defiance, a trait he lost long ago, but he knew it would be her downfall and as any good mentor would, he would tell her to lose the attitude before it lost her her life. 

Finnick hadn't seen her before which he guessed meant she was from an orphanage that specialized in training volunteers. He couldn't stand to linger around them for he knew the pain of losing family and the thought of being around them depressed him more than he already was. The training rarely paid off anyway; the tributes produced by the orphanage had no life to return home to and little will to fight. She looked to be around his age meaning she was likely to age out soon and was chosen based solely off that. He could only guess those circumstances added to the resentment that was clear from a mile away. 

She would say her last goodbyes to her ‘family’ now if any of them had bothered to show up. Knowing what was coming next, Finnick found a peacekeeper to lead him to the train. He was always delighted by seeing how the volunteers would react to the decadence of the Capitol for it was one of the very few privileges that they had. It would be a short wait before the tributes were ushered on to the train along with the escort, whose name he really should have learned by now. He didn't see this year as a possibility for a district victory, which eased the pressure off his shoulders but filled him with guilt beyond belief. The next few weeks he had to look these two tributes in the eye and tell them he believed they could win.

Finnick heard the door to the train open and the telltale sound of boots coming up the stairs. With practiced ease, he slipped on a smile and grasped his hands behind his back looking both tributes in the eye.

“I’m Finnick Odair, your mentor.”

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[aphroditness]

"Oh god, have you seen the new girl ?" South park headcanons with a really pretty+feminine Y/n <//3 (Requested)

(All characters are in highschool +aged up, about 14-15)

!! GIRLBOSS Y/N AU 😍🔊🔊

You always knew you were pretty, if beauty was a weapon, you would be locked and loaded. (Ginny and Georgia reference LMAO)

Your parents weren't the best, but they were filthy rich. So you had all the freedom you got, especially since being the only child can have its MANY perks. You would always go out with your friends to shopping malls, thrifts stores, salons, and allll thatt gooddd stufff

When you moved, you and your parents moved into this really big house. It costed an ass load of money but you could afford it, y'know, cause your rich n' shii.

When you knew it would be your first day at south park high, you got up at 5AM, curled your hair, did your makeup and put on your cutest outfit. Your pretty smile was the cherry on top. Of course, you missed your friends. But you were still excited to be going to a new school. Maybe your life could be better here. Without all the drama, and rumors spreading about you.

Once those doors opened, all eyes were on you. People were whispering and a few people even FAINTED. F A I N T E D. But you just laughed and brushed it off, you would always get these reactions from everyone. For you, this was normal. You already had all your classes set, and your locker was decorated to your liking. You owned the school now, and even the teachers accepted their fate.

Entering your classroom, you were most intrigued by four boys. A boy with black hair, a boy in an orange hoodie with blonde hair, a red head, and a very degrading boy with brown hair who seemed to really get on everyone's nerves.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and for the first time in years, the classroom went silent. The same classroom those annoying boys (from what you heard) were in. You walked up to the front, and with a sickingly sweet smile and a pretty voice, you introduced yourself.

You twirled your hair, made eye contact, and spoke with perfect confidence. And the whole class, was instantly flustered by your beauty. Cartman decided what would happen if he tried messing with you. He pulled your chair, which Kyle pushed back before you could sit down. And he even tried spitting gum in your hair, but missed when you bent down to grab your pencil. He was getting pretty annoyed since he couldn't do anything, but he wanted to try one last thing.

Insulting you infront of the whole school.

You were sitting in the cafeteria. With Wendy, Bebe, Clyde, Tweek and Craig. You all were giggling and having fun until Cartman screamed your name across the room, making everyone turn heads.

"Hey Wh0re! What's it like being the center of attention?" | "Excuse me? Would you care to say that again?" | "You heard me, bitch." | "Sorry, Eric. But I dont really think I wanna be wasting my time listening to bullshit from a cocky fatass."

The room started laughing so hard, Cartman's face was turning red. He got played by his own game. Gave him a slap in the face with that one. Kyle's drink was literally about to explode out his nose and you just sat there, face to face, smiling at Cartman.

God you were such a Girlboss, and a total hottie.

The girls (Wendy's girlgroup) Invited you for a sleepover at Bebe's house, and you accepted right away! You had made friends with the entire school in just one day, I think it's pretty obvious that your the most popular girl in school now.

♡

At the sleepover, you and the girls shared your music tastes. After you shared your playlist with everyone, they blasted your music on Wendy's radio. <//3 Melanie martinez -> Taylor swift -> Lana del rey -> MARINA -> Nessa Barret, and all the latest pop songs!

(Until the guys decided to break into the sleepover, and they had to stay over as well.)

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[soldirboy]

@lila-lou 's "His Only Exception" 😊🔫🔫🔫

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