#who he goes clothes shopping with and gardens with

[valeskafics]

"Just Go With It" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Best Friend!Reader - Chapter Two

a/n: read chapter one HERE - comment if you want to be on the taglist ❤️

Summary: You and Aemond both prepare for the upcoming trip.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is a single mom, fluff, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2,020 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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“So who’s your date with?”

You glance up from your sandwich at Aemond, questioning, “Huh?”

“Who’s your date with?” he repeats, eating his salad in your office as he always does, considering you work only a few blocks away from him.

“Oh,” you shrug, “You don’t know him.”

Aemond frowns slightly, “Well, if he’s going on a date with you, shouldn’t I know him?”

You roll your eyes, “Fine. His name is Cregan and he works for the Winterfell branch of the company. He was here to do a training program and we kinda hit it off. He heads back to Winterfell the same day we head to the Water Gardens, and he asked me if I’d be interested in going out to dinner with him.”

“And you said yes?” Aemond raises a brow, “I’m surprised. You haven’t really dated since Robbie.”

“Well, the kids are old enough to deal with me going on one date, Aem,” you laugh, “Come on, don’t be weird about it.

“I’m not being weird about it!” he protests, watching as you smirk, “Oh, come on. I’m just worried, okay? Your taste in guys isn’t the best and you’ve got these two kids to look out for-”

“Are you suggesting you know how to take care of my children better than I do?” you question archly, tossing the trash from your lunch away, “Because, Aemond, I promise you that you don’t.”

“I’d never suggest that,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “I’m just… Ugh, forget it. By the way,” he eyes your outfit somewhat disdainfully, “We need to take you shopping before the trip.”

“The fuck is wrong with my clothes?” you demand.

“You need to look like a hot divorcee,” he says plainly, “Not just a mom of two.”

“Whatever. You’re paying for everything.”

“Fine.”

Aemond’s phone goes off with a text from Floris, saying how excited she is to spend time with him at the Water Gardens, as well as meet his kids. He smiles to himself at the text, something that doesn’t escape your notice.

“Floris?” you tease.

He nods, “Yeah.”

You pause before asking, “Hey, you can’t keep up the ruse of being their dad forever. What happens after that, huh?”

Aemond pauses and gives you a wry grin, “Kill the three of you off in a tragic accident? I’ll pay for facial reconstruction surgery for you. No one will even recognize you!”

He bursts into laughter when you lean over and flick him on the forehead, hissing, “You ass!”

“You love me,” he pauses before adding, “Hey, do you mind if I arrange a little birthday thing for the twins while we’re at the Water Gardens? I know it’s a month early, but…”

You smile at your best friend gently, resting your hand on top of his, “You’re really good to them. I want you to know how much I appreciate that.”

“Of course,” Aemond says softly, smiling at the sight of your hand on his, “If I ever have kids, I hope they’re half as amazing as them.”

“Even though they hustled you?”

“That was actually very impressive. I was proud.”

You burst into laughter, moving your hand off of Aemond’s to cover your mouth. He doesn’t know why, but he frowns at the loss of warmth. He shakes his head, trying to shake off whatever is going on with him before grabbing his jacket and heading back to his office, smiling when you lean up and give him a quick peck on the cheek as you always do, the warmth from your lips lingering there long after he’s left the room.

Taking you shopping for fancy clothes is quite an experience, Aemond muses to himself as he sits on the sofa with Vaegon and Saera as you try on a pair of Manolo Blahnik heels, stumbling in them slightly as you walk.

You give the shopping attendant a sheepish smile, “Sorry, haven’t really worn heels since college.”

She rests a hand on your shoulder, a sweet girl probably in college herself, “Please, don’t apologize, just take your time.”

“Just take your time clomping around,” Aemond says, smirking to himself, earning a burst of giggles from the kids.

“Ha ha ha, very funny,” you roll your eyes.

“How long have you two been married?”

“They’re not married,” Saera speaks up, without looking away from her tablet and whatever game she’s currently playing, “They just act like they are.”

“Saera,” you hiss, “Apologize to Aemond.”

“Sorry,” she shrugs before adding, “For telling the truth.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration before trying on another pair of shoes, the saleswoman then leading you off toward the clothing section, helping you pick out a few pieces for your vacation wardrobe. In the meanwhile, Aemond sits in the lounge, keeping an eye on Vaegon and Saera, the latter of whom is entirely enthralled by her tablet. Vaegon seems disappointed in something.

“Hey, buddy,” Aemond rests a hand on his head, “What’s going on? You’re not getting sick on me, are you?”

Vaegon shakes his head, refusing to say anything. Aemond ruffles his hair, deciding to drop the subject, not wanting to push the young boy, knowing that if something is indeed wrong, he’ll speak to you in his own time.

A few days later, Aemond sits in the airport lounge alongside Floris Baratheon and her father. Floris is pretty, with long, straight black hair, green eyes, and a tall, willowy frame. She’s close with her father, Aemond notes, fawning over him, while still managing to flirt with Aemond in her coy little manner. Aemond makes small talk with Borros, impressing him with the cases he’s been working on, and thereby impressing Floris as well, even though she doesn’t know much about the legal field. She works as a receptionist at her father’s firm, but even Aemond can admit that she got the job due to her familial connections and pretty face.

“So why did you and your wife divorce in the first place?” Floris asks, crossing her legs and sitting beside Aemond, “I don’t know if you ever mentioned that.”

Aemond panics and says the first thing that comes to mind, “Oh, um, she cheated on me.”

“Oh my gods,” Floris gasps, resting a sympathetic hand on Aemond’s forearm, “That’s terrible!”

“Yeah, it was actually featured on the show ‘Cheaters’,” Aemond says, really hamming up the cheating angle, “I asked them not to air it because it was too painful, but I can show it to you sometime if you want.”

That’s when you arrive, along with the twins.

Aemond’s jaw nearly drops when he sees you. You’re dressed in a tan-colored Herve Leger bandage dress, paired with a pair of black Manolos, an Yves St. Laurent tote hanging on your arm. Of course, he was there when you bought, and he paid for, all these items, but seeing them on you is something different entirely. You approach, Saera and Vaegon staring at you almost in awe at your confident gait as you stride up to Aemond and the Baratheons.

“Aemond,” you say coolly, lowering your Dior sunglasses, playing the part of the sexy ex-wife oh so very well, making him swallow thickly as you bend down to peck his cheek before turning to Floris, “And you must be Floris. Lovely to meet you, darling.”

Floris also seems in total awe of you, “Oh my… You are so beautiful, I’m just stunned!”

“Oh, did boring here say I was ugly or something?” you tease playfully, referring to Aemond, whose ears burn bright red as he wishes the ground would swallow him whole, “Allow me to introduce our kids. Vaegon and Saera.”

“Dracarys, zaldrizes, valar morghulis,” Saera says, earning an annoyed groan from Vaegon as she continues on her bullshit, “Sorry, my Valyrian just pops out sometimes.”

After a few moments of making more introductions - and Floris’s father trying to hit on you in the absolute most nauseating of ways that has Aemond balling his fists - your group is surprised to see Aegon, breaking in a run toward you, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, a puka shell necklace, and flip flops. What the actual fuck is he doing here? You hold back the urge to shriek as he runs up to you and tosses an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m the stepdad!” he grins, introducing himself to everyone, making your eyes narrow with annoyance as you ask Floris if she can watch the twins for two seconds while you and Aemond drag Aegon off.

You slap him on the chest, “What the hell was that?!”

“Seriously?” Aemond snarls in agreement, arms crossed as he stands behind you.

“Well, uh, that chick’s husband found me and it kinda seemed like a perfect opportunity to escape town until the meathead cools down and just head to the Water Gardens with you,” Aegon grins, scratching the back of his neck, cheeks flushing at the way you and Aemond are currently glaring at him, “Look, I promise I’ll be helpful, okay? I’ll be a free babysitter!”

You and Aemond exchange a look before you relent, “I’m fine with it if you are, Aem. But,” you grab Aegon by the face, squeezing his cheeks together, “You kiss me again, you’re going to wake up with your own testicles stuffed down your throat.”

You turn away and walk back to the kids, the high heels emphasizing the natural sway of your hips in a way that has both Targaryen brothers staring after you, the elder commenting, “First of all, what a woman! Second of all, she looks fucking hotter than usual-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Aemond hisses, storming off after you.

“Geez, who pissed in everyone’s Cheerios this morning,” Aegon mutters, following after you all.

After a five hour flight, you find yourself at the Water Gardens Resort and Spa, checking in with the overly friendly front desk manager. You narrowly avoid another flirtation attempt by Borros Baratheon.

“Would you kids like to go to the pool?” Floris asks cheerfully, somehow completely unperturbed by the long flight.

The twins turn to you expectantly and you nod, “Yeah, that should be fine. Aemond?”

Aemond, in actuality, seems slightly more hesitant, but nods. Vaegon and Saera follow after her excitedly, while Aegon turns to the two of you.

“Bar?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” you nod.

As the three of you order your drinks, toasting to the hope of a good vacation, Aemond turns to you, questioning, “How was your date?”

“It was nice,” you say smiling to yourself, “Cregan’s a great guy. Nice accent, really handsome, sweet. Has a beard.”

“So if I grow a beard and get a goofy accent-”

“Not in a million years,” you cut Aegon off.

Aemond waits for a moment before asking, “So, is it serious between you two? Like, have you introduced him to the twins?”

You shake your head, “No, um, he did invite us to come visit him in Winterfell-”

“After one date?” Aemond questions, “Wow, he moves fast.”

“You’re being a little snarky,” you smirk, “What gives? Anyway Floris seems nice,” you pause, exchanging a laugh with Aegon, “Oh my gods.”

“What?” Aemond protests, “What the hell are you two on about?”

“She’s so not your type,” you roll your eyes, taking a sip of your Mai Tai, “Like at all.”

“The complete opposite of your type really,” Aegon snorts, chugging his beer, “Literally the opposite. I mean, if anyone, I thought the MILF here would’ve been your type.”

You and Aemond both freeze before laughing awkwardly. You pat Aemond’s hand.

“That would never happen, Egg,” you roll your eyes, “We know each other too well for that.”

“Ha, yeah,” Aemond nods in agreement, “We know each other too well for that.”

And yet, when you touch his hand, it feels warm again, in a way it didn’t when Floris touched him. He takes another sip of his cocktail, doing his best not to think about that little detail, or about your date with one Cregan Stark.

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[babygirl-000p]

So I’ve met an incredible guy that’s makes me feel like I could take over the world💞 I think I owe some of you a story time for being so quiet for a while. And also i really enjoy writing them for you. So I’ll tell you about a day with this man (I asked what he wanted to be called in this story and he said Mr. O, O for orgasm🤪). Here it goes:

He lives in another town and we couldn’t see each other longer than a few hours during the day, so he drove an hour to visit me. First he picked me up and we decided to go a gallery and to have some lunch. He brought a bag of vibrators that he showed me before and told me we were using later.

I’m always so filled with emotions and so wet whenever I’m around him, and he says things like that he’s proud of me for being who I am and that I should listen to my heart and that he thinks I’m so beautiful and wonderful. I sort of wished for him to touch me in public but he just kissed me and looked at me with his really sexy eyes and told me that he couldn’t wait to make me cum for him later in the car.

As soon as we sat down in the car he gave me a wand and told me to use it while he was driving. So I spread my legs and put the vibrator between my legs. He told me I was being a good girl and that I should continue. We tried to find a place to park so we could have more fun, and since he doesn’t know this town I had to give him instructions while I was moaning and trying to focus.

He never lets me cum only once so when I came the first time he immediately told me to keep the vibrator where it was. I struggled a bit to keep it there because I’m a bit sensitive right after I orgasm, but I like it when he encourages and challenges me so I did my best to keep it there. I came two more times before we parked the car. When I was done he said “and what do we say?” And I said “thank you”.

We arrived to a place where we could park. It was next to a gardening center which I was sure was only open during the summer. So we parked there and he folded the backseat and covered it with blankets and pillows. He then asked me while I was still wearing clothes, so I got undressed and put my arms around his neck. He put his fingers inside of me and he said “wow” and told me I was really wet. He then put his now wet fingers in my mouth so that I could taste myself.

He fingered me until I came a few times, constantly telling me I’m a good girl and that I’m making him proud and such (I love that, it makes me crazy in the best possible way). Then we hugged and kissed and he made sure I had a minute of rest and some water before he spread my legs apart and got on top of me and started fucking me. While he was fucking me I got to have his fingers, and sometimes my own, in my mouth. We often keep eye contact during and it’s so intense. He then came inside of me while holding me really close to him💞

We then rested and talked for a while until he told me it was time for me to cum for him again. He then gave me a vibrator to hold while I had his fingers inside of me. I’m so comfortable around him and it feels so good that I can’t resist being loud. I catch myself almost screaming sometimes because I can’t control it at all.

Probably idk many orgasm later while I was resting my head on his chest, I saw something move outside the window. We looked more closely and saw that someone was sitting nearby just watching and having a cup of coffee or something. We immediately started getting dressed and trying to leave as fast as possible. It was cold and sunny and we had fogged up the car so bad that we had to use a shirt to try to get the windows dry before we could leave.

We then went and bought ‘fika’ and drinks (he had me put a vibrator inside of me and walk around with it while we were shopping) and then we went driving around the place where I grew up. I showed him places and told him stories from my life. We talked about memories, old lovers, sorrows and so on. He also made me cum a few more times in the car before we stopped by the water so that I could have a cigarette and so we could hug for a while.

He then drove me home and made me cum a few more times before kissing me and dropping me off. It was a perfect day with a perfect person💞

The picture is taking at his place, the mirror says “there’s no one like you”💞

[toomanythoughts4myhead]

Backwards reflection

Summary: Coriolanus deals wiht the war inside his head. You might be too alike after all, but maybe that's why you need each other. Facing the ugly sides is a mirror you have grown to love.

Pairing: Sub!Coriolanus Snow x Dom!reader

Warnings: Coriolanus and reader (edge lords who are a bit fucked in the head), angst, making out, fighting, lots of inner angst and bad emotions for both parties, brief fight, kissing, technically some nudity(nothing happens just touch starvation)

A/N: this tired me out emotionally and physically but I live making this man pathetic. Part three will include smut.(finally)

Word count: 3.2k

[Part 1] [Masterlist]

Coriolanus Snow who never acted out after the incident. Sure there were times where your behavior got on his nerves but you'd grown familiar with his responses and moods so you soothed his anger with a loving touch and he as always gave in.

Coriolanus Snow who had never realized how good it felt to be spoiled. He had never allowed himself the thought of relinquishing his control in any way to someone, it was all he had during the harder days. But with you here? Sure you hadnt given him much of a choice in the beginning, but you cared for him in the transactional way he did for you.

You loved each other the only way you could, and most days that was enough.

Most of his time was still spent juggling the Academy and keeping his reputation pristine but there was no need to be as obsessed with it as before. He'd give himself a breather sit and smell the roses(literaly). He'd sit in parks and indulge in using the lavish Capitol public transport with the card you'd given him. He discovers how limited his world has been, it hadn't occurred to him to think about the spaces inbetween the Academy and his home. He visits parks and gardens, cafes and restaurants. He meets a lot of his classmates outside of school, albeit it involuntarily, but still he indulges in their company now that the look of their inherited riches doesn't make him sick. He strengthens his bonds and positions. He feels good.

☆Coriolanus Snow who enjoys life under your thumb. You are aware of everything he does, who he meets and where he goes, what he buys. He never asks from where you get your information, you never answer anyways. He is behaving himself for now, so you alow him to roam freely but both of you know you'll clip his wings faster than he could comprehend if it came down to it.

☆Coriolanus Snow who spends most of his free time with you. At first it felt obligatory to be seen with you but now seeing you, talking with you, eating praise at the palm of your hand it felt like second nature.

You'd attend parties together, matching clothes in reds and whites. At first you'd allowed for his tailored clothes to show the symbol of his family but slowly you'd started to incorporate the crest of your family on it instead. Soon enough he was walking around branded as yours.

☆Coriolanus Snow who on good days felt triumphant, like he had won the lottery with this deal. Who would beam at you as you'd eat in some fancy restaurant, intertwining your hands together and going as far as to feed you from his plate if he deemed the dish so good.

☆Coriolanus who nuzzles his cheek into yours and the tip of his cold nose brushed yours and he laughed. A pure and beautiful sound you don't hear too often, you'd buy it if you could, alas it was too priceless.

☆Coriolanus who viewed you as his in his own way. You had become the center of his universe(on purpose) and he enjoyed it. Always having a gentle soft hand on your lower back, not so much guiding you but holding onto you. Coriolanus who held you tightly on the new matress you'd bough together as a form of shopping date, like you were his personal stuffed toy. You wouldn't admit you enjoyed it. But you did.

☆Coriolanus Snow who on good days relishes into the feeling of being known wholly and still accepted. Who enjoyed walking around without the weight of a bravado or mask. Coriolanus Snow who loved you without fear.

✹Coriolanus Snow who on bad days lived in constant fear that he wouldn't live up to the transaction and you'd leave him. He'd seen hiw fast you cut other people, how fast and with no warning you left him when he stepped out of line.

He comforts himself with the thought that you'd spent way too much money on him to just dump him out of the blue, as long as he behaved. That you could fix him, mend him, shape him however you liked and he'd let you. He'd let you shatter him if it meant you'd continue to (love) support him.

✹Coriolanus Snow who on bad days would study and work hard even harder than before. A part of him hated hiw easily he had slipped into your trap. How vulnerable to your whims hr had become, how dependent he was. He was scared you'd pull the rug and all would fall apart underneath him, his last chance at a future outside of poverty.

His whole demeanor would be off and you could tell immediately that it was one of his bad days even before he answered your daily calls on the phone you bought him. When he got into his fits of studying out of misery he became almost unreachable, he knew you were the one calling. I mean, no one else could call him.

He'd answer eventually and you'd invite hik to dinner in your house. Sometimes when he really had to study for a test you wouldn't force him to come, you still wanted him to actually have good grades, its among the things you like most about him. But now you know by the tiredness and lack of emotion in his short answers that he was simply not in a good place.

And he'd come at the designated hour, politely knock and make small talk with your parents. They weren't fully aware of your deal, they could see the indent of the money in your bank account but also it was money they had given to you to use however you liked so they didn't ask too much questions. If all of you started poking your nose in each other's business your family would fall apart.

Your parents liked Coriolanus, that meant they didn't mind you spending time with him or spending money on him. They also didn't mind it when you excuse the both of you from dinner in the grand hall and lead Coriolanus up to your room where a small feast was organized.

You'd walk ahead even if Coriolanus knew the path by heart, he spent a lot of time here. While his apartment had gotten a few renovations it was still showing all the signs of his finances demise, how he truly didn't belong in the world he was trying to be in. His envy and pride had kept him going blindly for uears to come, it's not like he had much choice. It was that or giving up and letting all the two people he cared about die with him.

In all his years he hadn't allowed himself to stop, to weaver, to be shaken for long from his future position, almost like it was promised to him. His circumstances didn't allow for anything else. Now he had too much time to sit with his own thoughts. Too much time to reminiscent about how much he had taken from Tigris'es youth, to notice how old grandma'am had become. How fragile his little world was.

Coriolanus'es heavy monotony steps echo behind you, you walk with your chin high and fight the urge to turn around to look at him. You know he is there. But you still want to see if he is with you, or lost in his own self made prison by your doing.

You reach your room and Coriolanus goes to open it by muscle memory. His gaze is still unfocused and far away and the thin layer of skin around his eyes seems worn out and raw. It makes something stir inside you, anger. He is wearing one of the cotton shirts you had given him, plain and simple with some blue pants that reached hus ankles. The necklace you'd given him for your first supposed "anniversary" sat prettily on his collarbone. It was a simple rose gold chain with a small pendant of your family's crest: the version was simplified but the branches of the walnut trees that made up a circular frame and the small image of lion stood proudly in its middle, teeth bared. The chain wasn't long, and it made it accidentally(completely on purpose) seem like a collar. The sight puts you a bit at ease.

You both enter your spacious room, it smells faintly of the perfume you wear. On the large bed lay multiple trays with lavish dishes all unique, with different protein or no protein, depending on what the both of you would prefer. Corio rarely would turn up his nose at something, for reasons that were never spoken but understood. You watched him suffer through a bean based dish once and decided not to do it again.

Usually by this point the sight and smell of your signature scent, the warmth of your room and the aroma of food would calm his mind and bring some light back into him, but today he seemed too far gone.

Even as you both sat on the bed, the matress dipping under your weight, he ate a few bites and most of the time simply keep his gaze occupied with something else. It made some sort of anger rise in you. You tell you're you are angry because he isn't cooperating, that you've spent so much on him and he doesn't enjoy it, that he is being selfish. The soft metal of your fork seems entirely too bendable in your tight fist. You tell yourself you hate it when he isn't acting like you want him too, it's not being you hate your own powerlessness, that you can't fix this by throwing money. You could lie, but you don't.

The whirling of emotions claw its way from your gut through your lungs and throat, where it begs to be released in harsh words and imbalanced actions. Your mind grows dull of reason and your tongue sharpens. But you are better than this. You have self control. You have the control.

"I have not poisnoned the food, no need to check it."

You bite out as coldly as you can, if you don't you might burn him with your own powerlessness. His gaze momentarily shifts upwards and to you, his eyes have a yellowing touch to them and the veins are prominant and red, eyes glassy hopefully from reading and writting for so long.

"I never thought you had."

"Is there another reason you arent eating then? Perhaps the food is not up to par?"

You can hear the barely hidden venom in your voice. He can hear it too. The air feels tense and almost weavers as you both look at each other. Corio as always reads you as well as you read him and quickly becomes defensive from his own powerlessness.

"The food is lovely."

He spats back at you with a forced angry smile. This was it. You were getting tired of him and his leaching off of you. The same way the charm of a Christmas puppy would wear off after a month or two so had his own twisted charisma. He would be thrown out in the cold and left to starve, quite literally like a dog. The betrayal made his chest flare up, it set something ablaze.

Both of you stand there the embodiment of pride as all can be heard is the faint sound of the ambient music from downstairs piano and the sound of both of your breathing. That and the blood rushing through your ears. Both of you stoically and pridefully guard their response and face, force of habit from the years of play pretend.

This was the hard thing about this comrades, deal, relationship of yours, you were the same. This puzzle pieces etched from the same wood that fit together in a way no one else could. But once theatching ugly sides were facing you couldn't even be close.

His brows scrunch firtger together and he seems to be loosing the inner fight with his head just as you are. Emotions got the best of him. The best of you.

So you pulled him by the chain and smashed your lips against his.

The unspoken argument was still hot on his lips but so were your own as then mended together. His lips were as soft as you had imagined on one occasion. At first he didn't respond, not expecting for you to allow him to stay. He thought you'd finally force him to leave.

His lack of response doesn't stop you, you double down and place your hands on either side of his jaw, digging your short manicured nails into the warm flesh under where his ear and jaw meet. You were going to keep him here with you, not his stupid head, not his hatred and fear, not inside the prison of his mind, with you.

It seemed to snap Coriolanus back to life. In a flash his eyes close and his lips move against yours, the kiss is slow but very raw. His teeth brush against yours and his lips redden and glisten as they dance with yours. It's not a fight for dominance like you'd expect, it feels like you are trying to consume each other until you are one. His hands dig into the cotton material of your house clothes. They lacked the usual designer brand and rich material you usually sported, it made him feel a bit better, it made you feel barer.

His nails dig crescents into the skin of your lower back, his warm hands had found their anchor underneath your shirt and on your body.

You were warm, so so warm. And he felt like he was dying of the cold, in his apartment, in his bed, in his body. He felt cold. He wanted to be warmed by you, that's all he wanted.

You take a step closer and now your clotyed chest is against his, your hands have found their way in his hair and his own are resting in a tight embrace on your back underneath the cloth. You pull off of the kiss breathless and a bit hazy minded, you'd never done that before and judging by the disheveled boy woth dilated eyes and lips redden by your chapstick he was feeling the effect of making out for the first time.

It proved more addicting than you had expected and after quickly putting the trays with almsot untouched food on your vanity you quickly crawl on the bed to continue. It was head-spinning and electric, it made your body shiver as you got lost in it. Maybe a more rational part of you would have done things differently, made you the seductress, made you the one in control, but your hormones were raging and Coriolanus was kissing you like he's trying to fry his brain up and fill the black hole in his chest. You couldn't pull away, it felt like all the barriers set up by society, yourself, your image and even the physical form were blurring and evaporating, especially as Coriolanus's lips trailed lower and kissed and nipped at your jaw and neck.

The movements were desperate, like he was trying to crawl in your skin. You weren't much better as your hands skimmed up and down his back, underneath the layers to feel his hot back, he felt like a furnace against you.

"Coriolan-"

"Corio, please call me Corio"

He muttered into your neck, his body weight was almost fully on you, only held up by his knees on either side of your hips and one hand that squished the pillow next to your head. It made your brain go quiet for a few seconds but you didn't want that. This was all going wrong. You are supposed to be in control.

So you grab him by the neck, you nails leave pink marks on the sides of the sweaty flesh and you make him look in your eyes and stop lavishing your neck.

"Who do you belong to, Corio?"

Your voice didn't carry the same steelness to it as ususal but it came out as a threats hiss and that was enough for you. At first he didn't react his wide pupils made his eyes seem almost black. Then he opens his mouth and wrapped his lips around words he couldn't stomach before.

"Im yours, Im yours, y/n. Let me be yours, please"

It's whiny and desperate, a bit tearfully if you listened closely. It soothes something deep inside of you but your expression doesn't let up, scrunching into an deadly grimace, the hand at his neck tightens until you can feel his thriving heartbeat against your palm.

"If you think there is some way for you to escape from me you are wrong. No one can help you, no man, no woman. You are mine, and you will like it"

You gritt out and you can feel a vein pop on your face as you stare unforgiving at him, as if it will drill it in his head and keep him happy. Because you wanted him happy.

His lips are half open and his eyes are doe wide, maybe it's the fact this sick proclamation soothes him, or maybe it's the fact he sees the weakness inside of you that makes him feel better. He doesn't know. He hasn't been thinking straight since he crawled on your bed. He leans down and a stray curl of his blond hair coiled and brushed against your forearm. His lips meet with your wrist and he places such a delicate kiss there you almost believe he cares about you. It halts your bravado and gives him enough time to lift his gaze you and look at you through his lashes.

"You are all that matteres to me. You are everything that i have. Let me be yours."

He says and drops his hand down so his forehead lays at the back of your hand. His words and the shock from there seeming sincerely makes your hold loosen. His lips are at your knuckles and he holds your smaller hand in both of his like he is praying at deity. For all he cares, you are his religion and sacred salvation. The closest his soul will get to accending is when he is pressed so tightly against you he confuses what is his and what is yours.

"i love you the only way i know how to. I'll make it be enough for you. Ill be enough for you."

You don't know what to say. No response cokes and you are scare of what will come.ojt even if it did. You have no words for hik to soothe his longing, you don't know how. Your armor stands shining as he bears himself for you.

You press your lips to the crown of his head and keep them there, you envelope his head in your hands and bring him back to you. He eagerly let's you move him as you like and when he rests his head against your now bare chest It makes something click in his brain. He takes off his won shirt and lays back down with you.

You can't say if he simply clinging to you or the otger way around. All you know is that you feel warm. You feel good. The cold ess is gone and you are here with him. With Corio, with your Corio who you love, you don't know how or where to even begin to understand this twisted version of something supposedly innocent. All you know is you belong with him.

He belongs to you. He isn't going anywhere and judging by how comfortable he is underneath your heavy duvet and in your arms, nestled on the warm skin of your chest, he doesn't plan on going anywhere either.

In the end you got what you want.

Coriolanus wanted you willingly, even if this wasn't the path you thought it would take.

Doesn't matter, you always won in the end. Right?

(Im gonna make them both suffer yall)

#books #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #movies #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #aesthetic #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #tbosas #manipulation #president snow x reader #president snow #mind corruption #angst #dom female #fake dating #toxic love #toxic relationship #tigris snow #grandma'am snow #thg series #thg fanfiction #thg #tragedy #dumbification #dom fem reader #dom femme #sub men #sub male character

[depressed-fanperson]

Ok so here is my theories for Good Omens season 3

☑️More Angel Crowley flashbacks (possibly his status/name as an angel unveiled[and here are my theories on that])

☑️ “Love of My Life” by Queen as Crowley proceeds to, as Castiel put it, “I found a liquor shop. I drank it.”

☑️ Aziraphale fumbling around kinda in heaven. Like he’s just kinda really awkward up there and doesn’t really know how to do things or he just changes things to have like a couch or something idk

☑️ Muriel in the bookshop (not really a theory so much as a hope) Also Muriel finally changes her clothes (I will cry if she’s still in that all white uniform even I have limits)

☑️ Crowley going to Nina and saying “Give me Death”

☑️ The Bentley acting sad/this AMAZING post

☑️ Another kiss? Maybe? Hopefully?

☑️ a happy ending

☑️ 1941 (and possibly even more apology dances) Edit: ok so I saw this post that made me realize that 1941 was the Nazi scene and that’s probably why Aziraphale did the apology dance after the whole zombie thing but I still believe that Aziraphale is gonna do an apology dance in season 3 I feel it in my rib cage

☑️ ARCHANGEL AZIRAPHALE WITH BEARD???

☑️ this post by @ineffable-cliffhangers

☑️ I really wanna know what Neil Gaiman was talking about in this post

☑️ I am desperately hoping for this post by @feathered-serpents to happen

☑️ scenes with Aziraphale in Heaven that make you cringe with second hand embarrassment(not in a negative way more in a ‘you’re amazing and I treasure you but please don’t do that’ way)

☑️ ok but you know how Aziraphale does a super accurate drawing of Gabriel? What if he does a bunch of drawings of Crowley in heaven because he misses him so much

☑️ In season 1 we see a lot of Earth (obviously) and In season 2 we see plenty of Hell, but only a sneak peak of Heaven, so we’re definitely going to see more of Heaven, especially with Aziraphale being supreme Archangel there’s finally a reason to.

☑️what happened in Edinburgh when Crowley went to Hell?

☑️Aziraphale claims to have fooled Nefertiti, and mentions several times all the magic classes he’s been to, so maybe more history of Aziraphale and magic?

☑️ Aziraphale actually TELLING or Crowley somehow finding out that Aziraphale loves his eyes.

☑️14th Century???

☑Another reference to that 'lovely Chinese fellow' who ended up 6 feet under. I feel it in my bones.

☑️In the Shakespeare scene Crowley mentions that they’ve done the Arrangement “dozens of times before.”, so probably something in between then.

☑️God is gonna come back for narration God will come back I know she will because in s2 they were figuratively leaving the Garden and now that Azi is going back (😢) we will see more of her.

☑️CROWLEY STOPPING HIMSELF FROM CALLING AZI ANGEL

☑️Roof top scene, I swear to god there better be a roof top scene

☑️The big plane, with Jesus, and the security agents/angels; the 2nd coming. This is basically confirmed lol but I have a strong feeling that one of the Christian Big 3 will be there. (God, Jesus, Satan)

☑️In the scene where they're talking about guns and Aziraphale said that they "lends weight to a moral argument; I think.", and then Crowley snickers. He's laughing when Aziraphale says 'moral argument' and mutters it under his breath and starts walking away and Aziraphale is slightly annoyed/embarrassed and I'm sry I've started reading into everything I feel like it might have some sort of connection.

I’m going to save this and maybe add to it as time goes on then come back and fill in any checks that were right. If I’m basing any of these theories on incorrect facts or you’re confused on some of them please tell me and I’d be happy to make the corrections and further explain:).

#imma fucking die #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #go2 #good omens 2 #good omens season two #good omens 3 #neil gaiman #good omens headcannon #season 3 theories

[cure-icy-writes]

Okay so. A lot of people have been making cute little dungeon meshi aus where it's modern, but specifically the cast lives in one place. Figured I should maybe share mine?

Anyways. Dungeon Meshi but it's midwestern.

-Senshi, i think, is a regular presence in the church but is the kind of christian that the pastor has beef with. He has an apron with two fish and five loaves of bread on it, and can be found at pretty much every barbecue and church potluck. No one's sure if he's really devoted to jesus or just heard the story of a guy feeding an entire crowd and started showing up to church to feed people. He has caused two married men to have their bisexual awakenings.

-The town they all live in has an extremely high density of restaurants, meaning the only thing to do around there is go out to eat. The gang goes out to eat new places a lot together!

-Izutsumi is a warrior cats kid who was probably bullied for hissing and biting the other kids. The gang recognizes that she's not mean, she's just badly socialized and also seventeen. She lives in a group home, but has been running away less ever since she got promised regular meals.

-Related: Chilchuk is a union guy who is covertly making sure every restaurant they go to is up to code. He keeps shutting down places for not having adequate safety measures for their employees.

-Izutsumi has decided she's going to hang out with Chilchuk sometimes and will stop by his workplace. He's insistent that he's not adopting any more children, but has been teaching her how to budget, how to lie convincingly enough to get a job, and the most ethical places to shoplift from with the fewest risks because she's going to steal things anyways.

-Marcille has never been to a cornfield in her life. She's a Chicago kid, who really misses her deep dish pizza and that really good Italian place, but she's here to study some rare microorganisms.

-Marcille studies a very weird field of medicine that involves looking for medical uses in odd places. She's looking to eliminate class divides in lifespan by trying to find more affordable medicines for diseases that primarily affect the lower class.

-Her father died of asbestos poisoning from working in unsafe conditions when she was a kid, so she's especially alert for it, and gets a little neurotic around flu season.

-Laios and Falin used to go to the creek behind their house all the time to catch crawdads, and sometimes he'll still do it for old time's sake.

-Laios flunked out of college because they couldn't handle his autism rizz. He's going to trade school for the culinary arts, but he keeps trying to cook things he shouldn't.

-Laios checked out the massive dragon books from the library and cried when he found out they weren't real.

-He does furry commissions online, but he's not the best with customer negotiations and keeps wondering how many nipples someone's fursona has. Chilchuk helped him build his profile to appeal to commissioners who like speculative biology.

-Falin watched her brother flunk and went "hm, I think I will not." she's an apprentice at a local gardening shop. You think she's a normal sweet cottagecore kind of girl but then she starts gushing about soil nutrients and sustainability and you realize. Oh. Oh this is the kind of girl who would romanticize being buried under a tree and having it consume her bones.

-Laios wears shirts with anatomically correct dinosaur skeletons on them, but he has to order them online and frequently complains that there are no good clothing shops nearby. Senshi heard him say this, and introduced him to fabric paint.

#dungeon meshi midwestern AU

[mathanlin]

// unintentional neglect, injury, car accidents

Hybrid/Foster AU where elytrian!Tommy, an endangered species, is fostered by the closest related species — avians.

Except there's a few... key differences between them. *Important* differences.

But Tommy's not going to make a fuss about it.

For one, he's weaker. More fragile.

It's clear from his first shopping trip with the Watsons, arms shaking under the weight of bags of clothes & toys. Things he didn't expect (or deserve).

Phil even offers to carry them. Tommy lets him.

And regrets it, just a week later.

"Why can't Tommy help?"

Wilbur's face is pinched, a crate of gardening tools in his arms, glaring at Tommy who's hunched on the back step.

And it pinches more when Phil waves him off.

"He's not strong enough, mate. Let him relax."

It's true. Elytrian's bones are hollower, their muscles thinner, their wings larger & harder to balance.

But only one of those differences is visible. And with how endangered elytrians are, there's little research for the Watsons to find.

They only know what Tommy tells them.

"Could I go fencing with you?"

Techno pauses at the door, fencing bag in hand. Tommy fidgets, clutching the wall to counterbalance his wings, desperately wishing, *Please let me spend time with you.*

"I don't think so. Dad said you're fragile—"

"That's a myth."

Techno pauses, and Tommy's heart soars.

"A myth?"

"Yeah," Tommy squeezes out. "We're... pretty much just avians with bigger wings. We're the same."

(A tiny part of him whispers, *We can be brothers.*)

The best (worst) part is, Techno believes him. Just like that.

And he's gentle when he takes jabs at Tommy with the training rapier, even helps him up no matter how many times he topples to the mat.

(Not gentle enough — for an elytrian, that is. Tommy's covered in bruises.)

But it's better than being left at 'home.'

Supper that night is perfect (even if the Watson's herbivore diet doesn't quite nourish an elytrian.) Tommy laughs like he's one of them. Like he's family.

And he's swiftly reminded when Wilbur corners him after.

"You lied to us."

Tommy goes still. (Not fight-or-flight, like an avian. Just... freezing.)

'You lied.' Maybe Wilbur knows about the bruises beneath Tommy's sweater (special-made for his sensitive skin. *Expensive.*) Maybe... maybe he's going to offer to help—

"You're not *weak.*"

"What?"

Tommy's whisper does nothing to calm the fury on Wilbur's face.

"You could've helped Dad unpack. You could do chores. But you're lying, so you can fucking— *sit around.*"

Tommy flinches. He wants to speak, but mind frenzied with fear & pain, only a clicking warble comes out.

An apology.

Wilbur's eyes widen as he reels back, suddenly silent.

And then he sneers, all curled lips and bared teeth.

"For fuck's sake, Tommy. Fine. I see how it is."

(But he doesn't. Neither of them do.

The clicking warble? An apology, in elytrian. A plea only used in utter desperation.

And in avian... a sound of scorn. Revulsion at even being *around* someone.

And Wilbur takes that to heart.

Maybe Tommy never belonged with them anyways.)

.

.

.

"When we get home, I'm telling dad."

Tommy's head snaps up, meeting Wilbur's eyes in the rearview mirror. The twins had picked him up from school, after Tommy'd fallen ill (yet again). A lie, Wilbur thinks.

And now he, too busy sneering at Tommy, swerves off the road.

It could've been worse.

The car could've flipped twice, not just once. There could've been fire, not just warning smoke.

But two out of three people in that car are fine, wings flailing as they dangle — bruises, scraped feathers, a bit shaken up.

One's *not* fine.

"Just unbuckle the fucking seatbelt, Tommy."

It's a good thing Wilbur's screaming. Tommy wouldn't have been able to hear him otherwise, ears ringing in agony.

Wrist. Ribs. Chest. They all burn, like the marks from fencing with Techno.

But these aren't bruises.

He passes out before the twins even touch him, fighting to drag his too-large wings through the shattered window.

Strange, that the last thing he remembers is Wilbur shouting, "He can get out himself, Techno."

And the first thing he hears upon waking is, "He could've *died.*"

It's Phil yelling. Tommy drifts, head buried in a hospital pillow.

"He had a fucking seatbelt," Wilbur yells back. "He should've been fine."

"He's *fragile,* Wil—"

"No, he fucking *lied* about that, Dad."

Silence. Enough to hear Tommy's heartbeat monitor, chirping far too slow.

"Lied?" Phil says quietly.

"He— he's not *weak.* He's just as strong as an avian, he's not made of fucking glass and we don't have to *coddle* him. He lied to—"

"Does this look like a lie to you?"

It's only then that Tommy manages to open his eyes, breath shuddering as he tries to force air into the broken cage of his ribs.

And the first thing he does warble an apology towards Wilbur.

Or, how it sounds to avians, pure scorn.

"*See?*"

Phil & Techno blink, expressions faltering.

But unlike Wilbur, who jumps to betrayed indignation (and... maybe just a little pain), they pause.

And gently clarify.

"What does that mean, mate?"

"It means I'm... 'm sorry?"

Wilbur goes still, understanding creeping across his face (slowly, slowly realizing that Tommy'd only lied to be loved).

But only he only freezes for a second. After all, he's an avian.

And when they're afraid (...ashamed, horrified, and broken with guilt)?

They choose flight.

At least Phil & Techno stay.

At least they listen when Tommy finds the air to speak, explaining himself — the truth, for once. They hold him as he sobs, hurting his shattered ribs that much more.

At least they tell the truth.

"When you're healed, we want you to come home."

(And at that home, Wilbur waits.

He'd immediately moved every single one of his nest's blankets & pillows to Tommy's room. Hell, he even bought *more.*

He forces his guilt-ridden tears to stop, only so he can do some research. *Elytrian* research.

He won't let Tommy lie anymore — that's stayed the same.

But now, it's out of a desperate, broken love, revealed the moment that car crashed and Wilbur quietly prayed, *Please let my brothers be okay.*

He won't let anything hurt Tommy.

Not anymore.)

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #threadfic #sbi au #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza

[hellcifrogs]

The reason the leaf was founded was so that children could grow up in peace, safe from war

If this had worked out, what do you think the Konoha 13 would do for a living? Sai would still be an artist

We all love the idea if Sasuke being good with animals so I'm saying a wild life specialist who lives in safari clothes, he can just walk up to lions and other dangerous animals and give them scritches

This is adorable and the idea of Sasuke working with animals instead of becoming a cop like most of his family is *chefs kiss*

Imagine Sasuke starts by helping Kiba part time at Hana's vet clinic and falls in love with the job!!

Sakura could totally be a teacher, I can see it, I would love to see it!

Naruto would be an artist! He takes a liking to painting at first and experimenting with all sorts of colors and materials, then meets Sai and they could study together~ both having very different styles.

Kiba's a vet, so Shino could study insects, like his dad, he starts out by helping him in the village's research lab or something like that and just feels comfortable following his steps :)

Imagine Hinata would be raised by her dad to be a model or actress from a very young age, but she doesn't enjoy it and still wants to find something for herself.

And then Neji could work with pharmacy? Chemistry? Vaccines? He's like a young genius big nerd and takes Hinata to help, while she figures out what she wants to do with her life.

Ino obviously still works at the flower shop, BUT Gaara moves to work with her because life in Konoha is much better than his family life and gardening is great therapy!

I can't imagine Shikamaru really doing anything so he can become sort of a guide to his clan's deer forest, if Shino needs some data he takes him there, or if Neji is studying some healing property from the deer antlers he goes with him... Like that.

Since the Akimichi are one of the main/noble clans I wanna say Chouji still becomes a ninja, but only when he's older. I believe a few clans or some members would still be kept as fighters to protect the village or take smaller jobs as bodyguards and stuff.

Hear me out... Lee as a mail man! Which is the equivalent of a marathon runner! Imagine his attitude at making sure everyone got their letters and messages on time!

I think Tenten would switch places with Gaara and get herself some internship in Suna working with Kankuro and puppets~

#ask ffrogs #this took a while my brain is slow

[dia-souls]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Imajin Tokuten Drama CD “Secret Party, Drunk Bride!!”

Original title: 秘密のパーティー、酔った花嫁!!

Source: Fanmade Tokuten Drama CD

Story: Admin Afra

Seiyuu: Suegara rie, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke

Author Note: We already had a drama CD of Drunk Sakamakis. I really wanted this version to exist for other brothers, but I am sure drunk Yui is the cutest and most lovable of all. I hope you enjoy this CD. I would like to write the drunk version for all brothers.

_This scene begins in the school corridor.

*Ding dong* *ding dong*

Kou: Pwah..... what a boring day it was. I wish we had more excitement. Ahhhhhhhhh Yuma ...... Please stop it and don't bother me with so many stupid requests. You forgot that I am a famous idol. It is not suitable for handsome Kou-kun to work in the garden.

Yuma: Huh? shut up. How about trying to be useful in your life instead of protesting so much.

Kou: Stop it. I am very helpful. I give people hope and motivation by performing my impressive shows.

Yuma: Ya better tell some stupid girls that you are excited to gather around.

Kou: Don't be so hard-hearted. What useful work do you do?

Yuma: Hahaha... Well, of course. I am doing a lot of useful work by growing vegetables with my valuables. On the contrary, my work is hard and breath-taking and I have to put my heart and soul into it.

Kou: Hey, my work is very hard too, I really...

_The attention of the Kou is drawn to a student who is spreading the announcement of a party among the students.

Kou: What is he doing?

Yuma: It seems to be a party announcement. Does it matter?

Kou: Huh? A party. This is great. At least this party can make this boring day exciting.

_Kou runs to the student to get an announcement from him.

Kou: Can you give me one?

_The student gives Kou a notice.

*Flip*

Kou: Fufu.....thank you very much.

_Yuma goes to Kou.

Yuma: Now when is this party?

Kou: Yahoo! There is a party tonight. What do you think, let's go together?

Yuma: No. I am not interested.

Kou: Oh, stop, Yuma. Don't be so stubborn. We go and have fun together. What is happening?

?????: Kou-kun, Yuma-kun. Are you two here?

_Kou and Yuma notice Yui's presence behind them.

Kou: Hahaha..... Hello, M-Neko-chan. What are you doing here?

Yui: Ruki-Kun is waiting for you two. School is over. We have to go back home.

Yuma: Heh, you're right. Let's go.

Kou: Wait. Before we go, tell me, are you two coming to the party?

Yui: Party?

Kou: That's right. There is a party at school tonight and I really want to go together. But Yuma is not coming with me. Do you want to go together?

Yuma: Hey, don't try to force her.

Kou: By force? Oh no. M-Neko-chan really likes to spend time with his beloved Kou-kun. Isn't that so?

Yui: I'm sorry Kou-kun. But I don't think Ruki-kun will let me come to the party.

Kou: Ruki is not going to understand. We tell him that we are going shopping together and he doesn't understand either.

Yuma: Ya fool, ya want to prank Ruki.

Kou: Fufu... What is wrong Yuma? Afraid?

Yuma: Haaaaaaa? Of course I'm not afraid. I'm coming too.

Yui: What? But didn't you say that you don't want to come?

Yuma: Yes I said that? But it is not possible to leave ya alone with Kou.

Ko: Owo..... Yuma-kun, how kind of you to come with us to a party that you don't like because of taking care of M-Neko-chan.

Yuma: Shut up ya bastard.

Kou: Hahahaha..... Well, then tonight all three of us will go together. Just remember that Ruki should not understand anything.

*TIMESKIP*

_This scene starts in the school banquet hall.

Ko: Ohhhh... it's much more crowded here than I thought. In my opinion, M-Neko-chan, you look much prettier in this dress.

_Yui blushes.

Yui: Oh, thank you so much, Kou-kun. But if I come back home with this dress, won't Ruki-kun be suspicious?

Kou: Don't worry, there is a dressing room here. Before we go home, we go there and change our clothes.

Yuma: Che... I can't believe I listened to ya idiot and came to such a crowded party.

Kou: Stop Yuma-kun. It's okay to have fun.

Yuma: Ahhhhhh... now whatever. Hey Yui, let's go and sit there.

_Yuma takes Yui's hand and they go to the chair.

Kou: Wait, I will come.

_Kou goes to the chair with Yuma and Yui and sits down.

Kou: Are you guys thirsty? Would you like to have a drink?

Yuma: Yes, that's a good idea.

_Kou asks the servant for a drink and the servant goes towards them with a bottle of drink and gives them the drink.

Kou: Thank you very much.

Yuma: Hey Kou, what kind of drink is this?

Kou: I don't know... I think it's new, let's try it.

_Kou pours the drink in the glass.

Yuma: Hey, wait. It is better not to drink this.

Kou: Why?

Yuma: Well..... What if this drink makes us drunk?

Yui: Uh....if that's the case.....I can't drink this.

Kou: Oh, come on. A glass is fine.

Yui: But...

Kou: What's the problem, M-Neko-chan? Don't you think you're still a little kid who has to ask your Daddy's permission for everything? Oh or not, now you have to ask Ruki's permission instead of Dad. Fufu.... He treats you like dads.

_Yui puffs her cheeks.

Yui: Kou-kun stop. I am not a little child.

Kou: So if you are not, drink this. Not even a glass. Drink more than one glass to prove that you are not a child and do not need your Daddy's permission.

Yui:...... but......

Kou: What's wrong, little kid? Where is your daddy?

Yui: Ahhhhhhh ok, I'll drink.

_Yui takes the glass and drinks it to the end.

*Gulp Gulp*

Yui: Are you satisfied now?

Kou: Not yet. You should drink more than one glass.

Yui: Okay.

Yuma: Hey Yui, don't be stupid. What if ya get really drunk?

Yui: ......

Kou: Little baby?

Yui: I'm not a little kid.

_Yui picks up a few more glasses and drinks again.

*TIMESKIP*

_Kou and Yuma who carries Yui on his shoulder are returning to the mansion.

Kou: I had a really good time.

Yuma: Shut up. This is a disaster.

Yui: Fufu.... hahaha..... I'm on the air..... moving..... hahaha.....

Kou: Fufu... she's so cute when she's drunk. Isn't she?

Yuma: Huh? Ya fool, ya know what trouble we got into. What if Ruki finds out?

Kou: Don't worry, Yuma. We sneak into the mansion and before Ruki knows, we take Yui to her room to sleep. Simply. Ruki doesn't understand either.

Yuma: Che.... Ya are really stupid to think that Ruki won't understand.

Kou: Quiet. We arrived.

_Kou slowly opens the door of the mansion.

*Creaaak*

_Kou and Yuma slowly enter the mansion.

Kou: Yuma, we should go to her room very quietly and not make any noise.

Yui: Fufu.... Why is it dark here.....Wow..... This is a haunted mansion....

Yuma: Oh, shut up... no one should hear our voices...

Yui: Who are you?

Yuma: Seriously? I'm Yuma, ya forgot, I'm a vampire.

Yui: Kyaah..... don't eat me...... don't drink my blood.

Kou: Fufu M-Neko-chan, we have sucked your blood a thousand times.

Yui: Ahhhh... Really?

Kou: Yes, you are our bride. The bride of the Mukamis. We are Mukami brothers.

Yuma: Ahhhhhhhhh, both of you shut up. Let's be calm so Ruki doesn't understand.

?????: What should I not understand?

Kou and Yuma at the same time: Ahhhhhhh??????

_Kou and Yuma turn around to see Ruki and Azusa behind them.

Kou: Ruki, Azusa, when did you come here?

Azusa: We... heard Eve's scream ..... and got worried.

Ruki: Yuma, why are you carrying her on your shoulder?

Yuma: Well..... that...

Yui: You....have two....fangs....are you a vampire too?

Azusa: What happened to Eve?

Yui: Who is Eve?..... I am the bride of the vampires.... Miss. Mukami's bride..... Fufu.... hahaha....

_Ruki looks at Kou and Yuma with cold eyes.

Ruki: Kou, Yuma, explain right now what's going on here?

Yuma: Ummmmmm.....explain Kou.

Kou: Huh? Why me? Well.... the story is about this.....

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: And it was like this.

Ruki: I can't believe it. You lied to me and then you forced her to drink a lot to prove that she is not a child and that I am not acting like her dad.

Yui: Fufu.... are you my daddy? Ohh..... don't punish me..... I'm a good girl.....

Azusa: Fufu...she is so cute.

Kou: I'm sorry Ruki.

Ruki: Good grief.....

_Ruki takes Yui from Yuma's shoulder and hugs her like a bride.

Ruki: Just wait until she gets better, then wait to see what will happen to you.

Yui: Fufu........

Ruki: Besides, I don't act like dads. I am the older brother, not the dad.

Kou: Well...

Ruki: When you are talking to me, look me in the eyes. And because of what you did, all three of you will be punished.

Kou: Yes, sir.

Yui: Daddy, I'm a good girl... don't punish me.

Ruki: Good grief.... you are so hot.... you need to rest for now.

_Ruki carries Yui to her room.

Yuma: Well, are you satisfied now?

Kou: It was very exciting. Wasn't it?

Azusa: Eve is so cute when she is drunk. She really acts like children.

Yuma: You two shut up. Kou, do you understand what trouble we got into?

Kou: It doesn't matter. The important thing is that we had a good time.

Yuma: You had a good time, not us. Poor Yui. I hope Ruki won't punish her so hard.

______ The End ______

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yui komori #komori yui #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #kou mukami #mukami kou #yuma mukami #mukami yuma #azusa mukami #mukami azusa #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[stargazingfordreams]

The Stars that missed the Sun

Nyx x Reader

Warning- arrange marriage, cute stuff.

Part one, Part Two, Part Three

Chapter Four

I made my way to the garden. My heart was pounding out of my chest; I could hear the footsteps behind me. It was Nyx who had followed me out. I turned to see him standing there with concern etched on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me, reaching to touch my arm, but I moved away. Avoiding his gaze so he couldn’t see the tears streaming down my face.

“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I can still hear the dinner I stormed out on still in full swing, chatter and laughter going on. But for me, everything was happening in slow motion.

“I can’t pretend that everything is okay when it’s not. I’m sorry” I wrapped my arms around my waist, hoping it would somehow hold me together.

He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes filled with pain “ I understand,” he said softly, “but please don’t push me away. I want to help you, to be there for you”

“I know, I-” I stopped myself. I wanted to give myself completely, I tried to tell him that I was falling for him and that I was getting in my head about us and me being here, I wanted to say to him that I missed my family, but I couldn’t, and it was for so many reasons. I just couldn’t open myself to him but why?

Because what if he leaves? The thought crept into my head. What if he goes like everyone else?

“I want to go back to the townhouse,” was all I said, Hurt was carved into his face, but he took me into his arms and winnowed back to the townhouse.

—----------------------

It has been a few days since the family dinner. I woke up to an empty home; Nyx had gone to work early. I got ready as usual, but the guilt of everything still weighed over me. 

“A walk today, my lady? Maybe to Abrial,” Althaia’s voice took me out of my daydream. 

“Yes, please,” I said, she grabbed my light cloak handing it to me, and I was out the door. Velaris was warming up so nicely. The springtime was beautiful, and I could tell that the summer would be even better, and it was creeping around here so close. Seeing the streets of Velaris brought me some sort of peace.

I had meant to go to Abrial shop, but instead, I found myself standing outside of Feyre’s art studio, I enjoyed Feyre’s creativity, but this was the first time that I had decided to go and see her it was the least I can do after the other night.

I took a deep breath and opened the door entering the serene space. Feyre was sitting at a canvas with paint on her cheek. She held a gentle smile and turned towards me, her eyes filled with warmth.

“Well, hello, sweet girl, what brings you?” she asked. I hesitated for a moment to think what am I doing here. 

“I… I wanted to apologize; I’m sorry for how I left,” I said to her; her smile never faded. She walks up to me gracefully.

“There was never anything to apologize for” She took my hand a lead me further into her studio. The studio was bathed in natural light, and colorful canvases adorned the walls, each telling its own story. I looked around at all of the paintings, and I saw the pottery bathing in the sunlight.

“ Nyx had told me that you painted; I didn’t know you used clay either?” I said as I picked up a beautiful handmade vase.

“I didn’t,” she said. I turned over the vase to see the name carved at the bottom.

“He never told me,” I said, looking over Nyx’s pottery.

“He sometimes takes half a day of work or even after to clear his mind,”I said nothing to her.

“Have a seat; I’ll get you some clay to try,” She said. She gave me a change of clothes, and with a snap of her fingers, my old clothes went back to the townhouse. I sat down and began to work. I wasn’t much of an artist. The piano, poems, and books were more to my taste. But dancing, baking, and art that was always something that never came naturally. Feyre painted in silence while I worked into the clay.

“Love is a complicated journey, but sometimes the path we didn’t choose can lead us somewhere unexpected.” she finally said after some silence.

“Are you speaking from experience?” I had asked 

“Maybe some,” She said with amusement. 

“Is it too late?” I asked her if she understood what I meant. Was it to fix things with Lucien and Nyx as well? He was also owed an apology.

“Nyx has been with you to help you. All you have to do is reach out your hand,” she said 

“Can I ask a favor?” I asked her she gave me a nod.

—--------------------

I stood in the Kitchen, Determined to bake a cake for Nyx. I asked Feyre for the recipe that she got for Elaine. I don’t think for a second that this will make up for what he has done for me so far, but hopefully, it can at least pass for a sorry.

I gathered all the ingredients and mixed everything. The kitchen was filled with the array of ingredients and utensils and the scattering of my failing attempt. 

“Okay, eggs, flour, vanilla…. Where is the vanilla” I moved from cabinet to cabinet until I found it and added some drops to the mix. I wiped my cheek and tried to stir it together. 

“Well, you have been busy.”A voice from the doorway echoed, and I turned to see Nyx leaning against it with an expression that could be confused with admiration.

“Nyx!” I nearly shouted, “your home early. I…I was just-”

“It looks like you were trying to bake” he walked over and peeked into the bowl.

“Yes, trying and failing, so it seems” I leaned against the counter in defeat. He let out a chuckle. 

“Was there a celebration I wasn’t aware of? My birthday has passed, and yours isn’t for another few months.”

“I just wanted to bake a cake. It is the least I can do. I wanted to do something nice,” I said low, He finally walked across the room entirely and stood in front of me.

“The least you could do?”

“After a few days, yeah, the least you have been so kind, warm, inviting. I just want to be a good wife.” after I said that, his eyes held a certain tenderness.

“You are a good wife and an amazing one. You don’t have to bake a cake to tell me that, and for the family dinner.” He took me into his arms, and his face became serious.

“You have been through a lot, and you miss your family. How could I ever fault you for that?”

“So you’re not mad?”

“Not even a little I want to show you something.” He had winnowed us to the river house.

“Come follow me” he took my hand and led me to the part of the property that held what looked like a stable.

“Horses?” I asked, but he only smiled and opened the door, and that was when I saw her.

“Elfia!” I ran and arms around my pegasus neck. She flaps her wings with some excitement.

“But how-”

“I spoke to Helion, who permitted me to take your pegasus. Then Lucien and I spent a few days building it and making the correct accommodations that she would need.

“Lucien helped you?”

“I suppose it’s a family thing apologizing through acts of service.” he came close and gave Elfia a bit of hay. 

“Thank you,” I told him

“Just promise me that when Cassian asks you to race that you beat him, he’s already taking bets.” some pulled in my chest just then, something warm and comforting.

“Oh, before I forget, we have to go back home. I have some for you” This time, I took his hand and winnowed us back home, and next to the mess of ingredients was a box wrapped neatly. I handed it to him. He carefully opened the box and saw what I had made early. A smile so widespread, and he was fighting back a laugh

“It’s amazing, truly,” he had said though his face changed slightly.

“ I worked hard on that, you know,” I said as I tried to take it out of his hand, but he held it too high.

“I never said I didn’t want it; it’s great I can use it for so many things. It’s- what is it supposed to be?” he said as some of his laughter broke free.

“It’s supposed to be a mug. You can put coffee in it when you work from home,” I said, low crossing my arm.

“Awe, okay well, it’s now my favorite mug.”

“We all can’t be amazing an artist like you, Nyx,” I said. He pulled me close.

“Well then, tomorrow I will take off. We can be in the studio, and I can show you how to do things correctly,” he said as he kissed my forehead. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled in for a kiss. His lips moved against mine and synced, and his hands found their way all over my body.

My world just for a moment stood still.

#acotar fanfic #feyre archeron #nyx acotar #rhysand acotar #acotar #cassian acotar #feyre cursebreaker #nesta acotar #nesta archeron #nyx acheron x oc #rhys acotar #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #acofas #acomaf #acotar art #acotar fanart #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar series #acotar moodboard #acotar x reader #acotar smut #feyre acotar #elain acotar #azriel acotar #lucien acotar #adult!Nyx x reader

[phantomskeep]

okay so yet ANOTHER big brain move with the queer moms meet lil danny phantom. Because I can't help myself I simply love the idea of this.

fair warning, this contains spoilers for the harley quinn show seasons 1-3 (which btw my fellow dp fans who kind of know a little bit about the dc universe via fanfiction/fan content and are able to watch a show with lots of blood, gore, and adult human: watch the show. its so good. a 10/10 for me). Because while I personally haven't finished it I have an idea on what's going on.

So, we have established that danny's found in an alley near the dead mall by ivy and harley doing some uhhh adult fun. but let's change it up a bit, shall we?

The Soon-To-Be moms just got back to gotham from Edin. but like when ivy takes a walk before coming up with the Big Bad Plan to takeover the world/terraform it into basically the prehistoric age. she ends up finding danny in an alley near the mall on her way back from like a park nearby. she's a bit confused on WHY a barely-teenaged kid was near a known supervillian hide-out so late at night. especially when ivy and harley's return to gotham was via public transport. and when the kid sees her and doesn't immediately start screaming/running in the other direction she's a bit confused. when she notices the kid has a bunch of dried blood all over him and torn up clothes she's now both confused AND worried. why? because in the show poison ivy actually really does care about people its kind of sweet. lady really just wants to chill in a garden and live her best life.

BUT danny and ivy meet like that. she very awkwardly questions wtf danny was doing out and about when injured. he kind of off-handly jokes that its because his parents want to rip him apart molecule by molecule so he's just trying to find a nice dumpster to nap in. this causes ivy to go ham into protective mode, since in the show her entire backstory is her dad being a piece of shit and beating her. so she kind of kidnaps danny like "dude i live in an abandoned mall with my girlfriend and squad come join us" and danny's a lil sus but eventually decides that well, if all else fails he can legit dip the hell out of there at any time. ivy and danny go back to the mall and ivy sets him up in one of the spare rooms/shops (maybe dr psycho's old room?) and then runs down to tell about/show the squad danny. they're all kind of freaking out over this lil boy, asking him a bunch of questions as they do, cue bane walking in for his pasta maker. because this show is on five different types of cocaine.

danny, ofc, is watching this whole thing freaking out a little bit. he's getting ready to run away so he can throw down with bane. but then bane's all like "you didn't get married give me my pasta maker back" and the squad all eating their pasta not-so-gently telling him fuck no then he leaves. so while this is going on danny's trying to put the pieces of this puzzling universe together. Green lady, funky clown lady, lump of clay, talking plant, talking shark, and some super buff dude that would put dash to shame wearing a weird full-body suit? and for all the "revenge" he talked about not even doing anything about it? just walking away? it's not looking good for danny's idea of what "normal" is for the DC universe.

BUT he hears that they're planning on breaking into a museum to steal a Jurassic Park style mosquito to take over the world. that's not realllyyy his style but harley's kinda up in his face excitably asking him if he wants to join them! because it would be so fun! so danny's like "uhhh yeah maybe I guess" while planning on sabotaging them. cause he's a hero doing hero stuff. yeehaw.

the plan in action, however? goes to shit. ivy ends up ditching the squad + danny when the guards start shooting, the squad + danny manages to catch up to ivy, then they escape but barely because ivy tends to panic under pressure.

which is a mood.

ivy makes the eden serum using the mosquito in order to resurrect the dead plant matter in the earth. if anyone else has watched the show; you KNOW that shit looked like some dp ectoplasm. the plant comes to live, walks around a little bit, then turns into a horrifying ecto-monster. it's speaking in jumbled ghost speak/plant speak asking anyone to just kill it already because its in pain and it hates whoever brought it to life so danny smacks it with an ecto-blast, causing the ghost-plant to fall into the barrel of toxic waste. in ghost speak, the plant tells danny thank you and dies. again?

ofc the squad freaks out a little bit about danny's powers but ivy runs out and harley follows, leaving danny with the rest of the squad.

aaannnddd that's all the ideas i have right now but mmmmm im loving writing this. im not gonna say its a fic because i SWEAR i can write better than this. better grammar, capitalization, less random lil notes scattered around - the whole nine yards.

but this is fun and I love the idea of ivy and harley adopting danny with king shark, clayface, and frank being his weird uncles and catwoman being his fun wine aunt.

ALSO I've heard rumors about a danny phantom fan discord? anyone have information on how I can join it? ;)

#danny phantom #dc #dc universe #dc x dp #dp x dc #poison ivy #harley quinn #clay face #frank the plant #king shark #au #queer moms #lesbian moms? #bi moms? #poison ivy and harley quinn #poison ivy x harley quinn #they adopt danny #queer mom au #thats what im calling it #maybe? #idk i suck at names #its an au and i love it #more than life itself #danny gets two cool moms #i have more planned #but this is it for now #i need more wine before i keep going at it #danny and dick are gonna fall in love #i can feel it in my bones #danny phantom x dc universe

[weebsinstash]

*sighs as I add the yandere Batfam to my Blorbo list* do y'all ever have such a genuinely unsatisfying life and childhood you start for whatever reason vicariously living through age regression ideas where you're literally raised by other people

Like imagine you're a superhero/vigilante but you're fairly small time and you've actually bumped into Batman a handful of times and, he actually likes you, your heart is in the right place, and through some wacky villain shenanigans or some Lazarus Pit fuckery, you get zapped by a ray gun or hit wirh a spell or "resurrected wrong" and suddenly Bruce has to deal with a de-aged you, a teenager without their adult memories and aged back to before you developed your skills or your metagene that gave you your powers

And here's Batman already shoving adopted children into his pockets like breadsticks at olive garden "oh no, ANOTHER orphan/kid with a horrible childhood in need of a home? Whatever shall we do. Oh no my hand slipped and I already texted Alfred to prepare a room to stay and oh no my Waynazon shopping list is suddenly full of new furniture and gifts and clothes and i already emailed Dick and Barabaras university so you can get a better education and oh wow just what is going on this is so weird"

Alfred standing by with his dry wit whenever Reader gets hormonal or does typical teenager things "ah yes, yelling 'I hate you' and slamming doors, I definitely didn't have enough of this experience raising you, Master Wayne" but like he adores it really, we all know this man is a caretaker at heart and as someone who 'knew you before' st least through what Bruce has told him, he's happy to help give you a better life

Of course then complications arise whenever Reader gets her memory back (and potentially extremely pissed she was kept as a child and literally no attempts, none, zero, nada, zilch attempts were made to turn her back to normal) and she's like "ok well I'm mentally an adult again but I'm still in a kids body, let's try and turn me back and then I can be a real adult again" and the entire batfamily is just "OR, hear me out, OR. You could stay here though? And if you wanna be a crimefighter you should at least stay with us but like its jusr ao dangerous though what if you got hurt 🥺" IF they let you return to hero work at all but let's be real, if you did, I think Bruce would be so proud to put a little bat symbol or R or whatever on your uniform cause it's like, awwww bonding, everyone's gonna know you're his lil protege 🥰

And imagine Reader goes to confront Bruce about this whole thing and you just start bawling because "was I just such a pathetic loser before that you wanted to change everything about me" and like he did the whole thing with good intentions but, YEAH he did absolutely lie to you and kind of shape you a little for the few years you were "raised" by him and you're standing there with your new clothes and your new haircut and all the hobbies he's paid for and the education he's paid for and all the new things you've learned and can do because he had the resources to give them to you and you're wondering what was so unlikable about you before that he doesnt want you to be that person again, to be the person you've always known and lived your life as

Suffice to say he isn't going to turn you back at all and if you have to "return to your old self" by literally naturally aging back to your "original age" then so be it. You've got an entire mansion filled with your loving 'family' and you're happy and you're healthy and really, maybe you're just being anxious and scared and all it will take is time for you to adjust and see that all of them know what's best. Amd if you never do adjust and you're just kept around anyways, well, it doesn't make much of a difference to them. Hell, maybe they'll find a hero or villain or magic user who can, you know, maybe make you forget all about the life you had before, completely wipe your head until only the Wayne family, your family, is left

Really, Bruce would consider it just to hear you call him 'Dad' again

#dont look at me im on my cringe shit #yandere batman #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts

[gayangelcrimes]

Mary always had this strange obsession with salt. When they finally got their own house the first thing she did was dig a little trench around the house's exterior contour that she filled with rock salt. When John gave her a strange look, she shrugged and said something about keeping weeds from growing too close to the house's foundation, their roots could damage the plumbing and stuff. John didn't question her further. She redid it every few weeks or months. She didn't tend to the rest of the garden, barely even cared about the grass getting taller than their knees if John couldn't bother to mow it, but the salt was like a sacred little ritual to her. Sometimes John caught her lining up the windows or the fireplace with salt. She said it was against bad luck. She said it was so the house didn't get too humid during summer. She said it was so things didn't freeze over winter. She said it was a family tradition. She said anything, she knew John didn't really care about the answer. He was already sure in the back of his mind that Mary wasn't entirely sane.

John thought she was strange for collecting knives. Every time they visited a thrift shop or antique store she'd go straight to the knives, looking for anything that caught her attention, building a little collection of knives that she kept tucked in the back of her side of their closet. It was a hobby, she said. It reminded her of her family. Her dad collected knives too. They didn't always see eye to eye, but she always loved her dad's knife collection, she told John. The curves of the blades, the inscriptions carved into some of them, the materials, the way different handles fit into her hand. She was building herself a collection she could love too, hidden in a small corner of their bedroom.

When the demon came to collect his prize he had a hard time to enter the house. The salt couldn't stop him forever, it wasn't supposed to. It was an alarm. Mary could almost feel in her bones when the salt line was breached. The sense of wrongness. The TV downstairs turning into static. Footsteps carrying John's body with a weight and pace that was not John's. She ran to the closet. She knew exactly what she was looking for.

She didn't want it to end like this, but in the back of her mind she always felt this was how they would end. Her knife in John's chest, his car on the road, their kids in the backseat. Running for her life from a murder she could only take half the blame for.

The demon did something to Sam, she could see drops of blood in his face when she grabbed him from his crib. So small in her hands, yet she knows he's something bigger than she could ever imagine. She cleaned his face, shook Dean awake and told him to hold Sammy while she packed their stuff. Their clothes, her knife collection, the family pictures, all the salt bags in the pantry. John's old gun, just in case. The car keys and some snacks for the road.

Dean kept asking about his daddy, why wasn't he here, wasn't he going with them? She couldn't tell the truth, he couldn't understand. So she said daddy is feeling bad and doesn't want to see anyone for a while, he asked mommy to take Dean and Sammy on a trip for a while. How long? Who knows, he'll call when he's feeling good again. For now, we'll go far away, we'll have a road trip and visit lots of fun places and see lots of cool stuff, how does that sound? Dean likes the sound of that.

She goes back to being Mary Campbell. If anyone asks what happened to her husband she'll just say she left him because he was an abusive piece of shit. God knows it's not entirely a lie. She visits her family, tells them what happened. She leaves out the blood. They praise her on the salt and the knives. They welcome her back to the family, if she wants to come back. Right now she just wants to get the hell away from Kansas, actually.

She goes back and salts and burns down the house just in case.

#hm i should make an original writing tag #supernatural #spn ficlet #mary winchester #marynatural #mary #hello mary fandom.... #i offer you. what if mary attacked first

[bluecoolr]

My OCs as Influencers

inspired by @solmints-messyocdiary

The Todd Siblings

Darrell

mainly YouTube

has Insta, reddit, and tumblr but uses those mostly to lurk

content is mostly helmet cam footage of him driving through Devil's Peak and the surrounding highways

trail cam footage of the wild hogs, many of it grainy, black and white, and mildly unsettling

educational stuff about the hogs, shows off Jeb like a subway sandwich for views

"close encounters" videos with "supernatural beings" in the woods

DIY home repair and gardening tutorials

unintentional thirst traps, especially when he films himself changing clothes at a rest stop

Susannah

Instagram and tiktok

content is Southern Belle/cottagecore realness

posts the most beautiful pictures you've ever seen

selfies are always stunning

seamstress by trade and probably has an etsy shop

models all the clothes she makes

GRWM videos with the most soothing voice-over

gets loads of hate but is genuinely super nice

Nathan

YouTube vlogger

cinematic vids showcasing farm life

day in a life vids

informational vids about the crops, etc.

gained lots of attention because he's cute and looks hot in overalls

not above making thirst traps, unlike Darrell, he claims they were unintentional.

Judah

tiktok, insta and YouTube

dark academia content

posts playlists, book and fashion recs, and study with me/study tips

sometimes posts his poetry with accompanying music and visuals

very highbrow stuff

Salome

tiktok

videos about thrifting, plushie hauls, and art

sketchbook tours

draws strangers and random farm animals

reviews art supplies

does art giveaways

just does her thing and has one of the most wholesome comment sections

super easy to befriend

Darcellen

Youtube for her covers and original songs

a private insta for keeping in touch

not really an influencer, just someone who wants an outlet for her talent

Rex Hoskins

this old man? social media? Pfft

"influence? Influece what?"

too busy rounding up cattle

Stephanie

tiktok

mostly shows off outfits and gives styling tips

style is gurokawa ("creepy cute") and/or pastel goth

positive pov videos (like "if you're sad watch this")

probably collects monster high dolls and sanrio merch

Cheryl Catacutan

Cheryl Fear on YouTube

video essayist and aspiring filmmaker

focuses on horror, film analysis, real-life and internet mysteries, and urban legends

has an ongoing found footage horror series shot in first person

actually really good at acting and sound design

collaborates with "Clancy" for her soundtracks

has other socials that are completely empty except for when she uses them to promote her projects

goes on pinterest a lot for inspo

"Clancy"/"Pay Phone"

manages his band's youtube channel aside from being the lead singer

also has a bandcamp

heavy metal/doom metal

some of his band's music videos are directed by Cheryl

#influencer au #todd siblings #darrell todd #nathan todd #susannah todd #judah todd #salome todd #rex hoskins #stephanie #zombie oc #cheryl #pay phone #slasher oc #orignal characters #bluecoolr.txt

[theatlasrealm]

SHORT KAI HCS/SMITH TRIO HCS

—-Kai visibly Looks shorter than the rest of the ninja however he looks taller than Jay only because of his hair gel but in reality he and Jay are the same exact height

—-I said this before and I will say it again to reach kitchen cabinets or any high place kai either does one of two things :

1) airjitzu’s and sets the entire place on fire 2) becomes an Olympic gold metal gymnast

THERE IS NO INBETWEEN

—- Kai doesn’t get bothered much that cole and Zane are taller then him bc they are older… but the fact that his YOUNGER SIBLINGS are taller than him keeps him awake at night..

—-sometimes when nya or lloyd wake up in the middle of the night, scared and shaking, they go to the same person they’ve been going to all their life for nightmares: Kai

—-kai influenced/helped Lloyd a lot. And I mean a LOT, just as much as he helped nya. hair care routine? yeha kai showed Lloyd. how to deal with panic attacks? kai helps him breathe, and taught him how to handle it in case Lloyd is ever alone. Also someone else also said this btw but Lloyd’s weapon is a sword gee I wonder why

—-KAI IS THE FASHIONISTA SIBLING I REPEAT HE IS FASHIONISTA SIBLING-

nya: Kai if I was in your shoes

Kai: first of all my shoes are pieces of art second of all you shouldn’t even be in those shoes good lord we need to go shoe shopping I can’t have my dear sister walking around like that

—-guess who’s holding all the shopping bags when the trio goes shopping! Ur right it is nya and lloyd

“kai please stop we don’t need more clothes”

“lloyd, life is a runaway what do you mean we don’t need more clothes”

“kai that’s it we are going home if I have to carry one more bag-”

—--nya and Lloyd can’t hide crap from kai he just knows

Lloyd, thinking: I hate myself

“hey Lloyd u okay buddy??”

“YEAH!!”

Kai brother instinct triggered

Kai pulls out weapon: abominable hug

weapon was effective lloyd is feeling better

—-kai is a good liar/actor to most people except nya girl sees right through his facade

nya, “hey kai everything okay?”

Kai,” yeah don’t worry everything’s fine!”

nya gently hugs kai and Kai has an emotional breakdown: a sequel

—-kai,”how’s the weather up there”

nya and Lloyd,” we weren’t aware garden gnomes could talk”

—- when any one of them is sick the remaining two know exactly what to do.

Nya is sick? Give her some soup ! Give her some space! She’s independent and isn’t a fan of being taken care of (lloyd respects that!) but yk kai….Kid isn’t scared of nyas rages 💪

Lloyd is sick? give him some soup! make him laugh! hug him! Thankfully he’s smart enough to stay in bed and recover because he knows if he does that the recovery process will be faster! the real question is if kai knows that…

Kai is sick? Code red full lockdown bro is gonna go try and discover a new species while burning at a high temperature. um kai isn’t scared of nyas rages but when she yells at him for not resting while sick she’s like ten times more scarier someone save the poor boy oh look savior lloyd has arrived oh wait nope false alarm he’s yelling at Kai too

—-they all casually share hoodies, graphic tees, etc. but for Kai it looks little too big.. um…. don’t tell him that though…..

—--if things are too overwhelming for Kai he goes to nya and Lloyd. everything seems to melt away when they look up and smile at him

—-don’t insult nya or Lloyd in front of Kai or Kai’s gonna do a full sailor moon transformation and then into a VICIOUS garden gnome.

—-whenever nya’s inventions/ideas don’t work out, she gets angry and frustrated at herself due to her perfectionist nature. Kai always manages to make her feel better

“hey don’t worry nya, you have wonderful ideas and such a smart brain! you created so many things and I couldn’t have been more proud. how about we go eat a snack and then you can come finish this project later! I’ll even help!

—-Kai is really good with ‘feminine’ stuff like sewing (he probably used to stitch up ripped clothes when him and nya were kids) and hair. he knows 7384377348 different hairstyles and does nya’s hair whenever he can. he also tried to teach Lloyd but the poor kid became jumble of confusion. he managed to teach him braids though!!!

you think this is it? naw shawty I’ve got part two coming out soon.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #kai ninjago #kai smith #nya ninjago #nya smith #smith siblings #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #lloyd montgomery garmadon #kid lloyd #lloyd ninjago #lloyd garmadon #kai and nya #kai jiang #nya jiang #i love the trio so much i want to see more of them so bad i miss them :( #ninjago lloyd #rgb siblings #atlashc

[lokittystuckinatree]

Domestic Sylki Expectation Versus Domestic Sylki Reality

As concerning as it would be for his mental health, I wouldn’t be upset in the fucking slightest if Loki regresses and becomes a yandere for a few days.

And Sylvie’s weirdly turned on because he just dismembered a bad guy for her, and Mobius is in the back like “omggg…I forgot who I was dealing with mom come pick me up I’m scared.”

But then Loki gets over the yandere phase, and he and Sylvie settle into a relationship and things are calm for a while and Mobius thinks they’re done burying bodies, but one day, he goes to Loki and Sylvie’s house and there’s a giant red stain on the floor and Loki and Sylvie’s clothes and hands are covered in a mysterious red substance, and Mobius freaks because omg they’ve killed someone!

But then they bring out two cherry pies and announce that they’ve been baking cherry pies for the whole neighborhood and Mobius is touched because that’s so kind of them! But pretty soon, things aren’t adding up. Loki dumps a bunch of pie filling on the red stain on the floor, Sylvie has taken up gardening suddenly, and the neighbors are fucking terrified of them…

And Mobius confronts them suspiciously, and they reveal that someone robbed their house and shot their cat, so and Sylvie and Loki mcfricking snapped and stabbed the guy 46 times. So they’re baking pies to bribe the neighbors into not telling the police. And Loki covered the blood stains with cherry pie filling and Sylvie is using the robber’s corpse as fertilizer for her plants, which are carnivorous btw.

Then they use forbidden dark magic to revive their murdered cat, and continue their Asgardian Gothic Cottagecore lives as if nothing happened. Except the carnivorous plants accidentally get enchanted and eat people sometimes like in Little Shop of Horrors. And occasionally one of them (usually Loki) will have a bad day and get a bit stabby. So they get really good at necromancy and memory wipe spells and bribing witnesses and live happily ever after! But Mobius never goes to their house again and always keeps a taser in his pocket.

#sylki #in case anyone has forgotten who exactly these characters ARE #Loki

[hopefully-hellbound]

M!Bailey x gn!Angel!PC

Bailey has one orphan that he can't stand because theyre always so nice and pure, and he's a bastard. Goes too far one day.

Noncon, purity loss, hurt feelings, noone is happy at the end, bastard bailey, a lil longer setup but eh

Bailey always fucking hated you.

Stupid little goody two shoes, who put him on edge more than a lunch date with Briar or Remy. Bailey knew those bastards were up to something, always were, but you... You he couldn't quite figure out, ever.

What could one think of someone who can remain so sweet in a town this rotten?

From the moment you came here, to his orphanage, you were the sweetest little thing, coming to Bailey at stormy nights asking for a hug, promptly getting doors slammed shut in front of your face. Working as a tutor since you were a child, using the little money you earnt to buy chocolates for the whole orphanage on Valentine's and Christmas - Bailey included. His always ended up right in the trash, it wouldnt be the first or last time someone tried to poison him.

You'd always come trottling to him when someone would break in, you had no fighting skills, no way to defend yourself - an absolute idiot who gave their pepper spray to their stupid friend Robin. Bailey thought you would get your head out of the clouds once youre eighteen and rent starts, but nope, didn't fucking happen!

He couldn't wrap his head around it, how you managed it, how you stayed clean, pure, good. He purposely barged in while you bathed multiple times, and there weren't any bruises on you, not even a chastity belt to protect you! He charged up his rent, no way anyone can get 2k a week in this town without getting their hands dirty!

And yet, here you were.

For twenty bucks a week youve rented a patch of Bailey's yard to make it a garden, and you sold the pretty flowers you grew there - vegetables were for the orphanage, and you didn't want any money for them, despite how suspicious he was. You pranced around with that fucker Avery once a week, you got money from the church, you worked at a local shelter and on some farm outside of town. And you. Stayed. Pure.

Worst it was, you still liked Bailey! You still came to him with problems he didnt care about! Still brought him the stupid chocolates and flowers twice a year even if he threw them away right in front of you! Still had that stupid, stupid smile on when he barked something at you and you replied.

Bailey could swear he saw a halo if he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

And god, he hated it with the core of his corrupt soul.

He doesn't know what made him save you that one day.

He was just going around, trying to get his semi-monthly shopping done, annoyedly carrying bags of clothes for youngest orphans home. Little bastards had a lot of hand me downs, but he still paid for the basics of what the ones underage used. He was just considering calling up Leighton and trying to negitiate that uniforms would be given in school for cheaper, but then he heard a muffled scream come from an alley nearby. And while normally Bailey wouldn't think twice of it, he walked past it and from the corner of his eye, recognized that golden shine of a halo that was never there when he tried to check.

The men trying to drag you in a van weren't hard to politely convince to let go of you, they ran, clutching their bloody noses and dragging the friend who tried to kick Bailey in the balls to the hospital - maybe if theyre quick enough, he'll get to keep his leg intact.

But Bailey turned to you when you grabbed for his shirt, face burried in his clothes as you cried. First time he saw you cry, perhaps. He certainly didnt remember any others.

"Im sorry... im sorry im so-o-orry, they just showed up-"

Bailey doesnt hug you back, just awkwardly tells you to be more careful next time and dont waste his time again as he pushes you away.

And he would leave, he's already turnt to leave and spend the rest of the week wondering why the fuck would he save you, you of all people, when he heard you sniffle and he looked over his shoulder.

He shouldn't.

He really, really shouldn't.

Because there it was, that smile that always pissed him the fuck off, it still shone through your tears, still made you look so fucking angelic.

"y-yeah... t-thanks dad, i'll be more careful..."

And because of that one, single, forbidden word, Bailey snapped.

Your halo breaks when he shoves his cock in your tight, almost dry hole.

You sob and beg and nearly gag, but Bailey is enraged, hands on your neck choking you so hard your vision is so blurry you can barely see his face. Knuckles still bleeding from when he saved you, just minutes ago.

Bailey cant stop, your pleas for mercy are music to his ears, symphony for the supressed part of him that raged with envy every time he saw you and your stupid, happy grin. Every time he thought you'll finally see the world for what it really is, see Bailey for what he really is, but...

He guesses now you do.

He fucks you raw and hard, and soon you don't even have the voice to continue begging him to stop. Or maybe you've just realized that he won't.

Part of him that's not completely enchanted by just how good your virgin hole feels like vaguely registers your shopping bag thats laying where you dropped it. Little chocolates and wrapping paper fell out of it. That's right, tomorrow's Valentine's.

A sting of guilt strikes Bailey for the first time in decades, the simple thought of you getting him those stupid chocolates every year.... Suddenly thrusting into you doesn't feel as good anymore. He thought he would enjoy seeing that sparkle die in your eyes, but all he sees are tears and a reflection of himself.

Your guardian.

Your caretaker.

Your da-

Bailey drops you like a sack of potatoes, jerking off to quickly finish on your face. Suddenly every second feels wrong, every moment that should bring him sadistic satisfaction just makes him feel like shit. It's a feeling he doesn't like, just like how he doesn't like the look of betrayal on your face.

Maybe you'll learn now, he thinks bitterly, about trusting people.

He leaves you there in the alleyway, torn clothes and covered with his semen, to walk home on wobbly legs if something else doesnt snatch you up first. Bailey wishes it would, he doesn't want to ever see your hurt eyes again.

When Bailey finds little chocolates on his doorstep the next day, he doesn't throw them away.

#bailey the caretaker #bailey #degrees of lewdity #nc #tw: noncon #bailey the bastard