#wraith: and i took that personally fUCK YOU

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Nickname Runs in the Family || CL16

Summary: When you end up crying on your father’s shoulder over a boy, Kimi enlists the help of Charles to teach him a lesson. Charles Leclerc x Raikkonen!Reader Warnings: nsfw, fighting, mentions of sex, WC: 2.9k

To the outside world Kimi was known as ‘The Iceman’, garnered for his cold personality in the media and how he never let anything bother him, at home however he was just called isä or dad. You really could have done with more of The Iceman persona because when it came to his family your father was anything but cool and collected.

“Tell me what happened,” Kimi demanded, your tears only streaming faster down your cheeks.

“Nothing happened, dad.”

“Something happened, tytär, don’t lie to me.”

It was stupid to go there after what happened. You should have just returned to your student accommodation at the college but you needed the comfort of home and someone you trusted. Now all of Monaco was going to hear just how hotheaded The Iceman got while your step-mother tried to put your baby half-sister back to sleep.

“Nothing happened!” you sobbed, burying your face in your hands as embarrassment flamed across your cheeks. “I said no, okay. I said no and he called me a frigid bitch before dumping me and leaving me at the party.”

You expected to hear something break, or at least his heavy stomps storming towards the front door. You didn’t expect your dad to throw his head back and laugh, a deep belly laugh that echoed around the quiet living room. 

“Ah, that’s my girl,” he laughed as he bundled you into a hug. “I like that, Frigid Bitch. It’s good.”

You snorted a laugh despite the hurt and wiped your tears on his shoulder. “I thought you would be angry.”

“Oh, I am,” he admitted somberly. He placed a kiss on your head before standing up and pulling his phone out of his pocket. You didn’t see who he was calling so late at night but groaned when it was answered. “Hello, Charles. You know everyone in Monaco, where does Devereux Laurent live?”

“Isä! No!”

Your father ignored you as he grabbed his car keys and his jacket, his phone shoved between his shoulder and his ear. “I’m not going to kill the little bastard, fuck, Charles, I just want to have a chat.”

The door slammed shut behind him and you collapsed back onto the sofa with a groan about keeping your mouth shut next time. You were still ruminating over your life choices when the doorbell rang an hour later. 

“Charles?” You frowned at the man panting in your doorway like he sprinted across the city before your eyes widened at the split lip he sported. “What are you doing here? What happened?”

“Kimi.”

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah.”

You grabbed your purse that had been discarded on the kitchen table when you arrived. “Where is he?” 

“The police station.”

“Shit, he didn’t do that to you, did he?”

Charles reeled back, clearly offended. “No, you’re asshole boyfriend hit me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you clarified as you dragged him inside and grabbed a tea towel to wrap a bag of peas from the freezer. Charles flinched as you gently pressed the ice pack to his lips and you sighed. “I’m sorry my dad got you involved in this.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, taking the pack from your hand to place it on his swollen knuckles that you hadn’t noticed. “I got myself involved when I heard what Dev did. Are you okay?”

“I didn’t get punched in the face,” you said as you playfully rolled your eyes, however you soon sobered. “It's nothing a few drinks and a bad romcom can’t fix, after I’ve bailed dad out first. It’s not like we were together long enough to get heartbroken. Do you want me to drop you off on the way?”

“I’ll drive.” He snatched a set of keys from the hook by the door, but you caught his wrist and took them back.

“That’s Minttu’s minivan.” You hung the keys back on the hook and grabbed a set for your dad’s Rolls Royce Wraith instead. The empty hook beside it was where the keys to his Ferrari Pista usually hung. “She wouldn’t be happy if you crashed her car again.”

“I didn’t crash her car,” he argued as he pocketed the keys and opened the door. “You were driving!”

“I had a shit instructor. You were too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to teach me.”

His finger jabbed the call button for the elevator as he scoffed. “You only know that because you were too busy checking me out to watch the road.”

The elevator arrived but you held a hand out to block him as you stepped into the small space. “Sorry, your inflated ego is too big to fit in here.” 

“That wasn’t a denial.”

You ignored him and jutted your head to the fireproof door. “Try the stairs.”

“But we’re on the top floor.”

You smirked as the doors started to close but he darted inside before they sealed shut.

“You’re still not denying it.”

“So you really went swinging for my honour?” you deflected as he hit the button for the garage level, exposing his swollen fist again.

“You sound surprised.” He leaned back against the wall and looked at his hand, massaging the tender bruises. “When I saw he was still at the party…”

You frowned, first at the fact that Dev went back after leaving you there, asshole, then at the fact Charles knew where he was. Charles was definitely not at the party, if he was then you would have heard the women going feral for him. “How did you know he was there? You don’t follow him on Instagram.”

“Not on my main account,” he said with a shrug. Anyone that Charles followed on social media made sure to announce the news like it was an instant ticket to ViP treatment, and Dev would have been no different. It was also the exact reason you went by Y/L/N, your mother’s surname, instead of Raikkonen. You didn’t want to be used by people for the name you carried. 

“You hate him, why would you follow him?”

“It doesn’t matter why.”

“It does to me.” 

Unfortunately the doors opened and he pushed off from the wall to stride past without an answer. A flash of lights responded to the click of the button on the keys and Charles slowed his steps for you as he led the way to the sedan parked in a secluded corner, the space beside it empty of your fathers red Pista. Charles stopped at your door and opened it for you, his eyes scanning the open space that was empty and quiet save for the whine of the elevator leaving the level. 

“For you,” he admitted as you slipped into the leather seat. “I followed him to keep an eye on you.”

The door closed and you watched him walk around the car, dropping into the driver’s seat before pushing it back to suit his longer legs. He then silently adjusted the mirrors and turned down the heavy rock music that blasted when the engine started. You didn’t know what to say, all you had were more questions that could only lead to more confusion.

“You deserve better,” Charles said, breaking the awkward silence as he pulled out into the street. 

“He was just drunk.” 

“That’s not an excuse. You deserve someone who will wait until you are ready to have sex, not try it on drunk and at a party.” His words were seething by the time he finished and his knuckles turned white from the tight grasp he had on the steering wheel.

“Uh, Charles, I was joking about my honour…I’m not a virgin.”

“Wait, what?” The car slammed to a halt and he earned a toot from the Lamborghini behind before it drove around when Charles didn’t move. “Since when?” he asked as he turned in his seat to face you.

“I didn’t realise it was such a big deal. Was I meant to stand at the corner and hold a sign that said ‘deflowered’ in Times New Roman or Comic Sans?”

He didn’t even blink at your icy tone and heavy sarcasm. “But Dev said he dumped you because you didn’t want to have sex. He didn’t force himself on you, did he?”

“Oh my god, no! I can’t believe we are having this conversation, Charles.” You figured it couldn't get any more awkward as you looked out the window into the sleeping city. “Sex wasn’t the problem, he was upset because I didn’t want to have sex with him.”

“Oh…oh.” He cleared his throat and put the car back into drive before continuing his way to the police station. “So, uh, is there anyone you do want to, um, have sex with at the moment?” 

“Why? Are you offering?” It was meant to sound teasing but there was too much curiosity in it.

His face flushed pink and his lips parted two twice before his voice worked. “I don’t do casual.”

It wasn’t a no, and that somehow made things both better and worse as a new possibility began to worm its way into your mind. You didn’t like the hope that fluttered in your stomach. Charles was a friend. Charles was someone your father trusted after Seb vouched for him. Charles was off limits. 

By the time you had filtered through the thoughts he had induced, Charles was pulling into the police station and you hoped your dad was fairing well behind bars. It turned out you had no reason to worry as you walked inside and heard his voice from behind the glass wall. 

Kimi was being well taken care of by the officers. He had a coffee in one hand, a pastry in the other and was answering questions that had nothing to do with Dev. You cringed as he recounted why he missed meeting Pelé years ago, but Charles chuckled along with the policemen as you knocked on the door.

The Monégasques fawned over their hometown hero while you watched Kimi pull himself to his feet, cracking his back that had stiffen while he was sat down. 

“I thought you would be in maximum security by now,” you said as he pulled you into a hug. “What did you do?”

He patted your cheek and smiled mischievously. “I like Charles even more now.”

He gave you nothing else but that was expected. Whatever happened was obviously not on the record and you wanted to keep it that way, especially since he didn’t have a single scratch on him - like he hadn’t been in a fight at all. You were quietly contemplating that knowledge when you climbed into the backseat of the Wraith and your father readjusted everything on the driver's side back to how he had it.

“You took the fall for Charles, didn’t you?”

They both swivelled back to look at you. Charles’ eyes widened, while your father’s narrowed. 

“Fucking hell, I’m not going to tell anyone,” you growled as you threw your arms up in exasperation. “I just want to know what actually happened tonight.”

Charles waited to see if your dad wasn’t going to explain as the car pulled out of the station car park. After a moment of hesitation he took a breath and started to rattle off the truth.

“I called Kimi when I realised Dev was still at the party. It was only a block away so I thought I would meet him there to point him out.”

“I was just about at the address he gave me when he called. I got there as fast as I could but Charles was already inside,” Kimi said with a proud chortle. “Got a few good hits on the little bastard too.”

“Iså,” you warned as he enjoyed the violence just a bit too much and Charles looked sheepishly down at his hands. “Why did you fight?”

“You know why. I couldn’t stand by and let him talk about you that way.”

“Good man,” Kimi said with a stern nod. 

“And you, what did you do, dad?”

“What I had to do,” he said with a shrug. “I’m retired, Charles has a career.”

You stretched the seatbelt and leaned forward to hug your dad and kiss his cheek before doing the same to Charles. “Thank you.” Your eyes lingered on Charles as his eyes said everything he couldn’t with your father in the car. 

“He’s not pressing charges but there may be some questions if anyone caught the fight on camera. You might want to give your PR team a heads up.”

It took a moment to realise where you were and why the car had stopped outside the venue where the party was still in full swing. Drunken revellers could be heard behind the velvet curtain hanging over the door and your father handed his keys over to Charles with a shake. “Make sure she gets home safe. I’ll pick it up in the morning, no scratches.”

“Yes, sir,” Charles promised with a nod before getting out.

“You’re trusting him with your Pista?”

“I trust him with you, the car I can replace.”

You surprised him with another hug as your door opened, your voice thick with emotion as you said, “thank you.”

“Do you want to come home?” he asked quietly. “I can make up the sofa bed.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think I’ll want to get out of my bed tomorrow.”

“Fair enough. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You stepped out and Charles closed the door, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to your father’s favourite car. “He doesn’t even let me drive this, you know.”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t support Ferrari,” Charles teased as you buckled yourself in.

“I support it now.”

“What changed your mind?”

You dared to look at him and met his green eyes. “You.”

—

“Awww, she called her little puppy,” Dev taunted as he spotted Charles walking towards him.

Charles chuckled, but it held no humour and his smile was dark. You had never seen that look in his eye and your thighs clenched in response. “At least she will still call me. You just lost the best thing you never deserved.”

“Well you can have the frigid bitch, good luck getting her to put out though. Fucking cocktease.” The snort Dev made was cut off by the fist that crashed into his nose and then the both of them were going to the floor, grappling and twisting until Kimi darted into the fray and grabbed Charles.

“Go, she’s at home,” Kimi ordered as he pushed Charles back the way he came. “I’ve got it from here, kid.”

The video looped back to the start and you watched it twice more before determining you were fucked. It hit you like a train, the pressure slamming into your chest as you realised you were in love with Charles. No one had ever stood up for you like that, or taken a punch for you or risked their career. But he had.

You stayed cocooned in your blankets for most of the morning, watching the video footage from the night before and it became your new favourite binge worthy entertainment. It would probably be classed as insanity if anyone knew you had become addicted to it, but it was only the fact someone knocked at your door that you placed your phone down.

“Charles? I’m getting a little déjà-vu here,” you commented as you opened the door and found him sweating.

“Will you go on a date with me?” he blurted out. “Please.”

Your brows shot up at the outburst and you checked the student halls were empty before pulling him into your room. “Uh, you do realise who my father is, right?”

“I do, thank you for your concern,” he chuckled. “I was actually just with him. I wanted his permission to ask you on a date.”

“Well that explains why it looks like you’ve been running for your life.” You looked at your door expecting to see it kicked in. “Was he chasing you?”

“What? No, I wasn’t running. Fuck,” he groaned as he ran his hands over his jeans to dry his clammy palms. “I was just nervous about asking you out. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I will.”

“Answer the question or go out with me?”

“I will go out with you,” you clarified with a laugh.

Relieved, he took a seat at the edge of your bed and sighed happily. “I have been waiting years to ask.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded before flopping himself down comfortably and you dropped down beside him. “Your dad scared me,” he admitted as he took your hand in his.

“But not anymore.”

Charles smiled and it was one so similar to the video that was still playing on loop. He seemed to recognise the muffled sound coming from the blanket at the same time you remembered it was there and fished it out. “You’ve seen it.”

“Once or twice,” you lied. “I see why you’re not afraid anymore. That’s one hell of a right hook.”

“Oh no I am definitely still afraid of Kimi,” he corrected as he rolled on his side to face you. “But I am done watching you date assholes when I know exactly how you deserve to be treated. I want to give you the world, if you’ll let me.”

#charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction

[glutominnn]

Have you ever wonder why Ivory Wraith mess around/find out with PC even when you literally haven't touch the necklace or trespassing on a blood moon? Why it'd still stalk you on the street out of nowhere just to give you that little bit of trauma and stress for funnies?

Beside the fact in the Schism event that Ivory Wraith is closed with another initiate, who's subtly hinted to be PC in their previous life. This relationship, however, was not explicitly confirmed what it was. Depends on your interpretation, they could have been a friend/crush/lover/spouse of Ivory. We don't know yet.

One thing we DO know, is that even after witnessing and dying in such cirtumtances, staying who knows how long under the lake, no doubt Ivory's mentality was fucked, and though it might have forgotten many things, it was clearly still hanging on to two things: the necklace and the memories of the initiate that's closed to it when it was alive.

Now imagine this: someone who's very dear and important to you passed away, and then after some time, an imitator with the same appearance shows up and does all sort of stupid shits, steals things right infront of you. Would you be at least, a teeny tiny bit, feels like you need to fuck with them out of spite? Yea, I thought so.

Even if PC turns out to be that initiate, I can tell there's no way they could be exactly the same person, despite many similarities. Think about how mocked and utterly pissed off Ivory must have felt when the very reincarnation of their friend/crush/lover/spouse, who they used to loved so much, just swam down and took away the last possession they have left, nosy and ignorant while doing so.

It's insulting to both Ivory and the person they held in their memory.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #ivory wraith #dol ivory wraith #dol pc #you can tell i will post sth like this sooner or later #look at my name and say you're surprised

[shigayokagayama]

incomplete list of weird/interesting manga-anime discrepancies

-you know the bit where they break into the girls highschool in episode 2? yea thats chapter 56. spliced into the middle of chapter 4. its supposed to go before the bit with the ghost family as a lead up to the mogami arc with mob starting to consider evil spirits as just as much “people” as living humans are. all things considered its kind of weird how well it fits its anime placement

-ritsu in the manga gets introduced in the same chapter as teru. you dont see mobs family at all for the first few chapters. infact i dont think his parents appear until like. chapter 25????? every interaction you see between mob and any of his family is completely made up for the anime

-in the manga during the claw arc instead of reigen sending them away all the lackeys just stood there awkwardly during the fight w the scars fdnjksndkjgnd

-mogami arc got GUTTED my god. the part where the fake psychics tried to murder minori got removed, shinras role in the arc got reduced to basically nothing, they move mogamiland ritsu to a bridge like 50 feet away instead of having him walk right over mob, mob only gets beat up like twice, the cat lives, the boxcutter bit is totally removed, the fight with the spirits is made a lot more abstract and less graphic. like im glad this one took the hit instead of the separation arc bc i cant imagine that arc ever being effective as one episode but wow.

-putting the “mob finding his family dead” thing at the end of the episode instead of in the middle of a chapter where it originally was was an objectively hilarious move

-rip the scene of teru outsmarting all three claw guys and saying “say old man have you ever been tortured before” unfortunately all scenes of teru being competent are not plot relevant and must die. also teru can make shadow clones

-hey remember those weird satellite people in claw keeping the viewer updated on where all the characters were in that infinite arc?

-mob with a gun.

-mob getting briefly knocked out while fighting toichiro and dimple possessing him then getting kicked out was replaced w toichiro just throwing him out the window or somethhing???

-toichiro saying that he only kept the super five around as spare batteries and draining serizawas power getting cut was a personal affront to me

-every single emotion mob cycled through in the anime got a 100% meter. the kid was super emotionally unstable in that fight

-that old man whos house they went to whos wraith made everyone asleep that they exorcised? yea they anime team made that up. they never went to his house in the manga, he just went to spirits and such for a shoulder massage

-manga reigen got 0 money for helping the yokai dude. it wasnt on the table. also most of the stuff he was saying was lifted from a video game serizawa played which he pointed out. also serizawa thought getting arrested was a type of spell

-takenakas general meanness was significantly toned down manga takenaka was a huge bitch

-in general the alien arc was a lot funnier in the manga? like the scene where reigen crashes they had reached a dead end on an extremely narrow path and were driving in reverse while tome and takenaka were screaming at each other in the back and inukawa was 5 seconds from snapping and killing everyone in the car. these might be my favorite pages in the entire manga they as so fucking funny

-originally when tome said she wouldnt keep climbing reigen suggested mob carry her with telekinesis (which horrified her) and mob said he was too motion sick to use his powers (obvious lie) but could carry her instead which got her to get up

-mezato asking mob to sign a t shirt for the psycho helmet cult in exchange for relationship advice got cut

-i cry every day that the sequence of ???% waking up didnt get animated it set a very different tone than the anime did. the anime was like. slow build up of dread. the manga was immediately bone deep horror i was literally sitting in my room yelling “WHAT???” over and over again at my computer as i clicked through it

-shigeo and mob conversation cut down significantly, all the references to the body improvement club being mob making a new self rather than embracing who he really is and being scared that all the friends hes made wouldnt like the real him removed </3

-the scene where reigen takes his shoes off is made a lot less somber and depressing. it feels less like “oh he knows hes going to die” and more like. triumphant? in the anime

-100% shigeo kageyama is an anime addition they added specifically to ruin my “the first time we see mob 100% is to fight dimple and the last time is to stop himself from fighting dimple” observation

-anime teru generally seems like hes in a better place than manga teru? manga teru seems very melancholy and like he doesn’t really know what to do with his life or his place in the world (which seems to put shigeo off) but anime teru is like wanna go shopping ^_^ *sips tea happily*

-manga shigeo deliberately threw the cake directly in reigens face and my fury over them making this ambiguous will last until i am dead

#maybe someday ill go through and do my simultaneous rewatch/reread #but for now take the ones i can presently remember #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #long post #pic

[batwritings]

okay here me out! Hybrid au where reader is recruited into 141 and they’re all hybrids, like price is dragon, ghost a wraith, gaz a crow harpy, and last but not least soap is a werewolf. It’s pretty much common knowledge that wolves and vamps don’t mix, so when reader and soap first meet they despise each other, hate each other fr. Reader calls soap a dog, puppy, mongrel or mutt and soap calls reader a leech, bloodsucker and wtv. Now all this bickering leads to somewhere spicy, maybe all that hatred was actually sexual tension 🤷🏻‍♀️ heated and rough sexual tension to be exact. Alright thank u for listening in<3333

Sorry this one took so long friend! This is really similar to an AU that's out there for CoD and I wanted to be sure it was alright with that artist to write something with their concept. But without further ado, enjoy!~

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It was common knowledge within the hybrid community the bad blood (no pun intended) between vampires and werewolves. So when Price made the decision to add you to the team, you and Soap were immediately in an understanding. While yes, in front of higher ups things were kept professional, everyone could practically feel the tension in the room when you were both in there.

Yet nobody could quite tell just what kind of tension it was. See, it was very clear that, due to being the species you were, there was something negative between you and the Scottish sergeant. However it was also blatantly obvious that the two of you did hold some sort of strange fondness for the other.

"Nice work today leech," Soap chuckled, passing you after a mission debriefing. You rolled your eyes so hard anyone who saw you would probably think they'd roll back into your head. You set your gun back in it's locker, slamming the door.

The mission hadn't exactly gone...poorly. The job got done at the end of the day, but there were quite a few screws that went loose. The fact that they were by your hands didn't help the matter by any means.

"You got something to say mutt?" You growled, crossing your arms defiantly. Your day hadn't exactly been the best and you knew Soap knew this. You weren't exactly in the mood for the lapdog's "cutesy little pet names" as Price affectionately called it. You swore that dragon was delusional.

Much to your irritation, Soap was quick to get in your personal space. He had his arms above yours, all but pinning you to the lockers behind you. "I dunno, mate, do you?" Now you knew good and well that "mutt" was Soap's least favorite little nickname you'd given him, so his actions weren't a surprise.

What was a surprise however, was the fact that you could smell the pheromones on him. Being this close to you was turning him on, making you quirk an eyebrow. "Maybe I do puppy," you smirked, reaching down and boldly palming his erection. "You first."

Soap inhaled sharply, growling lowly as you touched him. His clawed hands came forward, swiftly pinning your free hand to the metal of the locker. He juts his knee up, making it and his thigh rub up against your sex.

It's your turn to blush, hand moving more intentionally now to make him harder. You let out a soft whine when he starts to rock himself back and forth, stimulating you. Bodies are moving on their own now, pure instinct driving the interaction.

You're not sure when you ended up kissing him, or when the two of you stripped from the waist down. But here it was, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, the werewolf that drove you absolutely insane, was helping hold you up as he fucked you against the lockers. You had your arms locked around his neck, nails scratching at the base of his ears as you praised him with soft moans of "good boy," over and over.

"So good," he groaned, claws digging slightly into the soft flesh of your ass as he fucked you roughly. A particularly sensitive spot gets brushed by the head of his cock and it has you letting out a keen of pleasure. Combined with the tugging of his knot against your hole, you knew you wouldn't be lasting long.

It was so rough, raw, and hot, the two of you nearly forgot where you were. Each of you was lost in a haze of pleasure, your noises quiet save for the slapping of skin and slight shuddering metal. You drew yourself closer the more you inched towards your climax to nip at his neck, barely nicking the skin to lap at his blood.

"Close dove, I'm close," Soap growls, his previous rhythm lost to the urges and instinct to breed you as his knot slipped inside you. The extra insertion and attempts to keep yourself from completion meant you could only nod dumbly as a sign you were fine with him coming inside you. With a howl that he muffled against your shoulder, he finished, the two of you locking together where you ended and he began. You weren't far behind, head smacking slightly into the metal as you came, drawing your own blood as you tried to keep yourself quiet.

You and the sergeant panted heavily as you came down from your respective highs. The brunette's tail was wagging ever so slightly behind him and you couldn't help but chuckle. There was a lightness in your chest that you couldn't place, but it was certainly nice to not feel at your teammate's throat for once.

"While the show was appreciated," came a voice that seemed to materialize from the shadows. Ghost appears to your right, body shifting out of his Wraith form as he leans against the locker room door frame. "Next time, maybe pick somewhere a little more secluded to work out your anger issues eh?" Both you and Soap couldn't help but flush in embarrassment.

"Sorry L.T."

#bat writes #anon reqs #cod x reader #cod smut #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #johnny soap mactavish smut

[nerdpoe]

A Jotunn, a Pirate, and a Wraith walk into the DC Universe-(part 3, final)

Part 1, Part 2, Ao3

Jason was shit out of luck.

He was out of bullets, down a leg, Damian had gotten himself knocked unconscious, and they were still completely surrounded.

Jason still nudged the youngest Bat as far behind him as he could.

He'd been the only one close enough when the word that Ra's had finally managed to kidnap Damian had reached him, and was still too late to spare the kid from the League of Assassin's particular version of a warm welcome.

He'd still been the first on scene, and fuck him for admitting it, but Bruce had been right.

He should have waited for backup.

Because he had not only fucked himself, but he'd also screwed over Damian.

The League began to close in.

And Jason had nowhere else to run.

He back was quite literally to a pit, and everywhere else was filled with League Assassins.

Jason forced himself to stand back up.

With one hand braced against the ledge of the pit, he shifted so that his weight was on his unbroken leg.

The blood running down his arm dripped into the Lazarus Pit, he took only a brief moment to watch it mix with the vibrant green.

'If I don't get out of this,' Jason thought as he turned away and back towards their enemies, 'Then at least let me fall in the Pit so I can make the Pay.'

The League Assassins...started taking steps back.

Jason, against his better judgement, turned his head just enough to peek behind him.

Then he turned around so hard he accidentally threw himself to the ground.

There was something rising from the Lazarus Pit.

It...looked like a man, ascending into the air until his feet didn't touch the green Waters he hovered above.

The air, which had had at least a small bit of movement from crossbreezes and rising heat, went completely still, and the scent of blood and ozone polluted the air.

White hair flickered like fire, licking at the air. The man's clawed hands flexed, and his dead dead dead red eyes bore into Jason's soul. His skin was blue, but wasn't that normal?

All corpses had a blue tint to them, after all.

And Jason had seen so fucking many.

The man's clothes appeared to be tactical in nature, or they had been at one point. They were battered, stained, burned. There was a shawl of sorts that clung to him through no visible means, it's ends turning into a wispy mist that shrouded and outlined the man in equal measure.

He floated soundlessly, not even pretending to take any steps as he moved forward, those glowing red eyes completely focused on the buffet of prey in front of him.

Jason could actually hear some of the Assassins attempting to run.

Hell, he could feel the Pit within him cowering.

The man in front of him was fucking dangerous.

Everything about him screamed Pain. Every movement was restrained, like a panther going in for a kill.

Then the man smiled; a cruel thing that Jason had seen on far too many people. The kind of people he hunted, the kind of people he hired, the kind of person he'd become.

And between one blink and the next, the man was working to prove that he could deliver pain and cruelty just as well as he could threaten it, deep, harsh laughter bouncing off of the walls of the cave; even as he was decorating said walls red.

Lightning lit up the cavern, illuminating just how well the new red paintjob on the walls matched the mans eyes, and Jason looked away. He instead used that opportunity to check on Damian.

He ignored the screaming and the begging, the wet noises and charred flesh scents, and came to the satisfactory conclusion that Damian would be alright with medical treatment.

Then, as Jason managed to drag himself yet again into a standing position, it was done. Everything had fallen silent, and the man was standing in front of him with a sneering smile that was all fangs and satisfaction.

"Hey kid," the man said, snapping his blood-covered fingers in Jason's face, "Pay up."

Jason jerked back, almost blacking out as he twisted his broken leg.

"Pay you...with what, motherfucker? I'm broke as shit and I sure as fuck didn't summon you." Jason lied through his teeth when he successfully fought off the light-headedness. He was, like, pretty sure material wealth didn't mean much to Spirits.

Which he was fairly certain was what this was.

Blood, Lazarus Water, intense Desire and Will?

Probably accidentally a summoning.

One Jason absolutely refused to take responsibility for.

"Oh no, you don't get to fuckin' lie to me," the man-spirit-thing rumbled, resting a hand on Jason's chest, "I just did all that work for you, you ungrateful shitstain, I deserve a snack at least."

Then the hand plunged into his chest, and Jason became painfully aware that Damian was absolutely awake when he heard the kid scream his name.

His first name.

Fuck, he was gonna die, wasn't he?

But it didn't hurt. There wasn't even any additional blood, really.

Then the man ripped his arm back, and in his hand he held...a very angry green blob?

Which he then ate.

"Fuck, that's some potent shit. Thanks for the liquor kid; you're too young for it anyways."

With that, the man disappeared entirely.

Jason slid to the ground and largely ignored Damian's desperate pawing at his chest.

What the absolute shit had just happened?

The other half of what the man had said caught up to his brain just as the rest of the family came barging in.

"...But I am old enough to drink!"

#Jotunn!Danny #Pirate!Dani #Wraith!Dan #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #blood tw #gore tw #broken bones tw #corpse mention #Dan will always be a bit feral and unhinged #because that is the nature of vengeance #the only reason he can be even slightly redeemed is because of the lightning aspect #otherwise vengeance spirits are pretty much completely unreasonable

[randomfanner]

Halsin x Tav x Astarion future headcanons

Halsin x Astarion is one of my favorite ships I cannot even lie. Maybe it is the werebear x vampire lover in us all that calls to me. Or maybe Astarion just needs to be given a bear hug. So here are some postgame headcanons with Tav

All three of you are pretty sick of society and other people so all three of you fuck right off to the forest. Of course the rest of the party is invited to visit the three of you whenever they feel like.

Halsin built a cottage for Astarion, you and Scratch. He also does live there, but he sleeps outside of the time he is prefers it. And he does love his home but also he would have been fine with a cave. This does not stop Astarion from convincing him to come to actual bed because cuddles.

Halsin of course is not the only person living there and sleeping outside. The Cub, Thaniel and Oliver. Oliver and Thaniel do have their own bedroom though! It is full of handmade wooden and stuffed toys from Halsin and Astarion. Oliver took to Astarion like a fly on shit and Astarion loves to teach this small child how to commit crimes. He even allows Oliver to practice pickpocketing on him… but if he gets caught he does suffer ‘The Wraith of Astarion!!!’ Which is Astarion tickles Oliver until he cannot breathe. Thaniel on the other hand was… not as eager to accept Astarion, at first. When they first meet He wasn’t rude. He wasn’t going to be rude to someone who helped save his life but it was obvious he had little interest in a vampire spawn who smelled like the city and death … until it became clear that Astarion was going to be with Halsin and not just with you .

And then things did change.

Thaniel is a smart, wise kid who knows his way around and about the forest. He knows the better then even Halsin does to be frank. He is also a fae. So, pranks.

he begins to prank Astarion nonstop. They are all harmless but extremely annoying. Astarion is not thrilled but has learned better then to lash out a child. And if he yelled at Thaniel he would never be forgiven. he is fully aware of this. So he is stuck in a game of kill them with kindness

and it works.

It takes awhile, a lot of warming up and a lot of patience but evetually Thaniel more then accepts Astarion, he actually does consider Astarion to be a parent. Astarion is still shocked it worked but he is so happy about it.

Thaniel and Oliver are not the only children you three have of course. Yvenna and plenty of children who got orphaned during the conflict who needed home. Any children you decide to have and well she is off on her own most of the time, Arabella does come to visit.

You are a nocturnal household. I know I didn’t need to tell you that with Astarion being a spawn and unable to go into the sun(You three are looking into hopefully helping him. Halsin has been trying to get the aid of the Oakfather well you and Astarion have been hunting for a different method that won’t any souls or threat of losing his own but it is a slow process).

more then Astarion though, Halsin is a nocturnal person. He is great at functioning during the day but he would rather not be. He likes the night. Perhaps that is the moon Druid speaking however.

Astarion becomes a ranger. He of course still keeps skills as a rogue handy but well, living in the forest, being around the animals and other things he… begins to find his skill set more at home hunting for animals and foraging in the forest then they were stealing and snatching people and items alike.

Halsin is of course extremely proud of him for learning about the forest and himself. And the skill set is of a great help with their lifestyle!

Fall is an extremely busy time for your household because there needs to be food put away for the winter. Halsin, Astarion, Scratch, the Owlbear and Oliver go out hunting well you, Thaniel and Yvenna all stay home and prepare the food. Preserving, skinning and bleeding everything. Once they are done forging and hunting, the ones who can help do. And even those who cannot certainly do try! it’s a lot of work but there is plenty when snowfalls to keep everyone feed. Winter also becomes the snuggliest time because cannot go outside, so may as well just stay nice and warm inside. Halsin does sleep a lot(inside the house) during winter. He is a bear, his nature is to hibernate and thus he does. When he is awake it is pretty amusing because all he wants to do is snuggle. would either Astarion or you deny him?

Immortal Angst with a Bittersweet Ending Time:

Astarion doesn’t fully… grasp that he is immortal. He knows it. He understands it. However he has been surrounded by vampires or people he saw at most five times before they were sent to Cazador. When Astarion realizes Halsin and you and Scratch and the Owlbear cub are aging, getting older and he isn’t. Scratch likely dies first, a long happy life and simply old age. Halsin and you are of course sad but do accept it happened but Astarion well…

Astarion disappears. And oddly enough so does Thaniel.

it causes everyone remaining in the house to panic and try to find the both of them.

Of course Astarion knew this was coming, he wasn’t an idiot but it still shook him to his core. He just sort of found stump to sit on and think. When Thaniel finds him he is great at comforting Astarion.

it is a long conversation between the two of them about being immortal and how well Astarion cannot die of old age… Thaniel reminds Astarion that he still can die. Thaniel will be around as long as the forest needs him. Likely how he survived the shadow curse to begin with… but Astarion can decide what needs him and when it no longer needs him.

So Astarion decides he will stay as long as his family needs him.

And so when centuries pass and it is just Astarion, Thaniel and Oliver and descendants who had long left the best…. Well.

Thaniel expect Astarion to decide that is when he is no longer needed… but Astarion stays by their side. After all, the forest needs them, so they are still here. They are still here, they are his family, so they need him.

#bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion romance #astarion x mc #daddy halsin #halsin #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #tav #halsin bg3 #astarion x halsin #gods I am crying

[historia-vitae-magistras]

do you have any thoughts on prussia and Canada non romantically? I think they could have an interesting dynamic that’s way overshadowed by all the shipping in the fandom, like they were enemies at one point and i think Prussia would fear Canada bc Canadians had a reputation of being really strong on the battlefield in both world wars. I think they’re def chill w/ each other modern day though.

I understand if this just isn’t ur thing, just those two are making me think thoughts and I cannot find any non romantic content of them

this was all sparked by your fic where Matt and jack are captured by Gilbert and Ludwig btw, I really liked how you wrote the dialogue there. Also you mentioned they had interacted before, care to elaborate? 👀

Oh, man yeah. Idk what precisely about prucan makes me want to jump in a lake, but in my universe, Matt literally took or nearly took Gilbert's head off with an axe in 1918 to slow the German spring offensive so lol yeah. That was his little side quest during the whole 'Alfred was mad Jack and Zee moved back behind the lines without Matt' fic from a while back. A solid quarter of Matt's war crimes were directly against Gilbert and Ludwig personally.

With the whole invisible meme and how practically every man, woman and child in Quebec participated in extremely severe brutality against the Americans and British in the 17th and 18th centuries and then threw our war crimes record on top, it's just too perfect not to write him as a trench wraith. Other nations have limits. Europe may stay their hands personally often because they never know when they might need that ally later. But Matt's never held back in his life. He couldn't afford to when he was small, and crawling on his belly through no man's land was easy for him. Ghosting his way behind enemy lines, spitting skulls and slitting throats is nothing new for him. He did that as a child, the wee freak.

And Gilbert did, too. Knight, crusader, zealot whose hand was certainly not stayed. Mutual recognition of being so fucked up they can't spend much time with the other without being reminded of some USDA Grade-A beef. I fully adhere to the headcanons that Matt's a walking flashback for Gilbert in some circumstances. But they get along fine. It's incredibly funny to picture a 1,200-year-old war machine chatting with Alfred or Arthur and then absolutely jumping out of his skin because Matt appears out of nowhere wanting affection or is just interested in the conversation. The whole anglophone world has swallowed Alfred's or even Arthur's perspective about Matt being the milder, sweeter version of Alfred, but Gilbert's specific situational PTSD just sweating bullets gives me life. It's a kind of cruel, but Matt takes utterly too much pleasure in it.

As for before that point, the long 19th century of Anglo-German fuckery as Anglo-Saxonism and a largely German monarchy drew Britain into closer cultural ties among the elite of Germany and Prussia; Gilbert often found himself in Arthur's company. They fucked a lot, mutually griping about their children. Gilbert and Matthew met and saw each other, and I want to rewrite that ficlet where Gilbert isn't exactly clocking him when he really should be in my current timeline lol. The part from canon about how everyone sees Matt in his early life as being a menacing figure at Arthur's shoulder greatly appeals to me. The guard dog with the loyalty and obedience of the best of Arthur's hounds.

Like at least once in a group drinking setting, Francois' arse has caught and kept Arthur's attention and Matt and Gilbert find themselves at a table having a conversation and swapping stories that would have them both before the Hague if they were more recent. And they just vibe. Both men depend utterly on the goodwill of often testy and impatient brothers. There is a loneliness of having one neighbour that matches fairly well with having mostly neighbours who probably hate Gil's guts on some level and loving women who could kill them. This absolute canyon of difference in how Gilbert is relegated to the museum display case, and Matt is an active, dynamic part of the world political system that keeps them apart.

#the ask box || probis pateo #Gilbert || from this baltic cannonball #matthew || my country is winter

[meetmyothersouls]

The ghost of you part 6 pleaseee? 🖤

The Ghost of You

Chapter 6

Moodboad by: @imnotoverlyobsessive

Warnings: ghost!timothee, haunted house, ghost appearing and disappearing, not proofread

"I'm not playing hide and seek with a dead guy," you said out loud to seemingly no one, but you knew he was there. Somewhere. "That's what you are right? You're a ghost."

You weren't actually sure know that you thought about it. He had shook hands with Greg. Could ghosts touch? You always sort of figured ghosts were the walk-through-walls-and-float type things, but maybe that was just a stereotype.

Even though you refused, you found yourself searching for him. Your eyes scanned the expanse of your living room. There was nothing out of place. No shiny apparition, no ghostly figure hiding underneath a sheet. But as your eyes crept their way up the stairs, they took in a dark figure at the top of your staircase. You yelped, remembering how badly that dark figure of his had scared you a couple weeks ago. How it dragged you out of your bed and made you cry. Only this time there was something different about his presence, like something shifted in his demeanor. You could make out more of his features. He was tall, and elegantly skinny. You could see his distinct cheek bones and his sharp jaw line, both of those making his cheeks appear sunken and skeletal. His hair hung in loose, sloppy curls. In the early evening sunset, they seemed a lighter brown. In the looming shadows at the top of your stairs, they seemed a mass of darkness. You jumped a little as he moved, crossing one of his ankles over the other and leaned an elbow against the banister. He smirked at you.

For a dead guy, he was rather attractive.

"Ghost," he agreed. "Though some may call me an apparition, poltergeist, spirit, shadow, wraith, or--my personal favorite--phantom."

"Right, so you're dead."

"Mmm, yes it would appear that I am," Timothee said, and disappeared again.

"Stop doing tha-"

"Come find me, y/n," his voice was behind you, yet all around you again, as if the manor was now equipped with special ghostly surround sound speakers you weren't aware of. "There's something I want you to see," he added.

"H-how am I supposed to find you if I can't see you?" you asked, rubbing your hands against your arms in an attempt to erase the chills prickling your skin.

"Use your senses, y/n," his whisper sounded farther away this time, but still bounced in all directions. It was eerie. "What do you feel when I am around?"

"I feel creeped the fuck out," you said. "I don't like this. Can't we play hot and cold?"

There was silence for a moment. You wondered if he was contemplating your request. Taking small, cautious steps, you made your way into the kitchen. He wasn't there, or at least, not that you could sense. The pots hanging above the kitchen island swayed gently. Maybe he was there?

"I do not know this game?" He said, appearing behind you.

You jumped, heart hammering in your chest. You spun around and he was now in front of you, his ghostly body inches from yours. Cold. You felt cold around him, that was for sure. Not the type of cold that warranted a jacket and gloves. The type of cold that you couldn't escape. Cold that seeped so deep it pierced your skin, turned your blood into ice and wrapped around your bones.

You made yourself look at him. Not wanting to seem like a coward in your own house. Timothee looked genuinely confused and it almost made you laugh.

"Hot and cold? You don't know that game?"

He pursed his lips then shrugged.

"Alright, so, if you're wanting me to look for something...something hidden," you paused making sure he was following.

Timothee nodded. "Go on."

"I walk around searching for the object...or whatever it is...the closer I get you say 'hot' or 'hotter' the farther away I get you say 'cold' or 'colder'."

"I see," Timothee said. "In that case..." he disappeared...again and said, "cold."

You groaned in frustration. "You know, you could have just walked me there!" You took steps towards back toward the staircase, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement and something else you couldn't quite figure out. You should be angry at him for chasing Greg away, you should definitely not be playing games with this guy, and you should definitely not be thinking about how attractive he is...was?

"Now where is the fun in that, y/n?" his voice sounded again, and you swear you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. You spun around, only to be greeted by no one. "Colder," he added as you turned around and put one foot on the bottom step. "This was your idea after all."

"Well, I've decided that I hate this idea."

A dark chuckle bounced off the walls. You turned around, your eyes landing on the entrance to the long hallway that led to the basement. You'd made it a point so far to stay away from there, something just felt off about it. But right now, it almost seemed like it was pulling at you. You made your way to the dark hallway, stopping right before the threshold.

"Warm," came Timothee's voice right beside your ear. You didn't jump or turn around to look for him this time.

You took a shaky breath out and took five steps inside. You knew he was leading you to the basement. That was the only thing that the hallway held. A door to the basement. All the way at the end.

"Warmer."

"Stop fucking with me."

"Play with me, just a little while longer."

You could almost hear the pout in his voice.

Five more steps into the hallway.

"Warmer."

Five more and you were at the door.

"Hot."

You placed your hand on the doorknob and twisted.

"Hotter."

You opened the door and the light leading into the basement was already on. You could see the bulb swinging on the chain in the middle of the room.

You started down the stairs, taking in the scent of old wood and antiques. Your breath fogged out in front of you, clouding the air with each step down you took.

"Close your eyes," Timothee's voice sounded from behind you, followed by a pair of ice cold hands slowly covering your eyes.

"What? No!"

"I've got you," Timothee said, "I've got you."

Your hands grabbed at his fingers, but you weren't able to grab ahold of them. It was an odd sensation. Fully feeling his cold hands on your skin, covering your eyes and at the same time, not being able to grab his fingers. Your own fingers sunk through his.

Timothee led you down the stairs, until finally you felt the concrete floor of your basement beneath you.

"Now," he said, releasing you. "Open your eyes."

You shook off the last chill from the ghost and opened your eyes. You saw Timothee first, standing directly in front of you. He had on a satisfied look that annoyed you ever so slightly. You shoved him, and this time your hand didn't go through him. "Don't do that again you scared the shi-"

You stopped, unable to finish your sentence. You saw what he wanted you to see. Every square inch of the basement walls were covered in hand painted portraits.

Portraits of you.

Tags: @imnotoverlyobsessive @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @louievr @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @sufferingstarlight @kteezy997

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #writing #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #timmy chalamet #smut #dark!timothee #the ghost of you #ghost!timothee

[rockofeye]

And what now?

I accidentally became a bit of a hermit. It certainly wasn't intentional or even really desired, but life moved in and sat squarely on my chest for the last few years. The load has lifted and shifted a bit, and so it is time for me to stretch out the places that became a bit atrophied and find my feet again.

For just over three years, most of my energy and mental effort went towards battling US immigration on behalf of my husband's visa. I tend to keep the things that are hard private, but...boy, the battle of a life time. It wasn't that there was something to do every day (more of a hurry up and wait situation), but more that trying to balance two households in two different countries with jobs, spiritual responsibilities, and generally trying to remain a person versus a screaming wraith on top of the creeping horror that is processes with the United States government was about all I could handle.

Dealing with USCIS and the National Visa Center and their general lack of fucks for the lives of US citizens and their families was way more than I could ever have imagined it would be. I would wait months and months for an acceptance letter, and then months and months for another acknowledgement, and then almost two years for the interview that would give approval for my husband to come live here. I spoke with senators and representatives and lawyers and advocated and basically anyone who would listen, and the reality is that USCIS and the National Visa Center operate extralegally and are not held accountable by anyone.

Double down with that the US has a real shitty mindset towards Haiti and Haitians, COVID, and the rapid crumbling of infrastructure in Haiti, and it took me taking my case to federal court to get them to give me the goddamn date for the interview that, by the time they gave it to me, was a formality. We've been married for just over 5 years and the stacks of proof of our relationship go past my waist, and he went into the interview with a suitcase full of receipts and photos and documents so they could not say no.

Alongside all of that, Haiti has suffered. There's no electricity, no water, sometimes no phone signal, the price of food skyrockets, hospitals had no doctors, and sometimes there was not even money to be found to fulfill transfers sent to support the people you care about. I'm honestly impressed that I made it to the other side, because there were times I really didn't think I would and where I spent a lot of time on the proverbial floor unable to do more than propel myself through my daily responsibilities.

However, in June, I spent a few weeks in Haiti while my husband went to the embassy, got his visa, and then folded his life in Haiti into a suitcase and got on a plane back to Boston with me. Another type of work unfolded as we both begin to adjust to new life; him to a new country and new culture and new language and new weather, me to having a new physical presence in my life. It's something that I wasn't sure would ever arrive, honestly, and it's arrival gave me the opportunity to fall on the floor in a new way: I don't have to hold everything up anymore. I spent the first few weeks looking at my husband and occasionally poking him because none of it seemed real.

My lwa are the only reason this became a reality. I pushed them hard to resolve the situation how I wanted. There were a lot of barriers (A LOT) and working up against an government juggernaut is fucking hard as hell, but they did it. I wasn't great about it all and there were more than a few times when my prayers started with 'listen, I am tired of bringing this to you' and yet they still entertained my exhaustion and frustration with not too much eyerolling.

I won, and I am grateful.

I recently sat with my lwa and told them it's time for something new. I finished this work, and there are some new things on the horizon, known and unknown. I have the mental space to create again and there is renewed studio space in the room where my lwa and his lwa live. I get to read books again. I get to plan for a future that I wasn't sure would arrive.

There are new things almost ready to come to fruition. There's a website getting built and there will be a SubStack and classes coming. While all of this was going on, a new book was published with one of my pieces in it, detailing my religious history and conversion to sèvis lwa. It feels good to journey back to my Self and to journey to what my Self will be.

#vodou #haitian vodou #real vodou #voodoo

[betterbooktitles]

My college girlfriend walked out of Chautauqua’s little church-shaped movie theater with tears in her eyes. We’d seen Frank Capra’s It Happened One Night (1934). I had enjoyed the movie but wasn’t necessarily as moved as she was. She suddenly needed to tell me something. She came to visit me in Chautauqua on a Saturday. It was now Wednesday night. Wednesday was the Classic Cinema Night at the theater when they screened an old movie at 5 PM for people who couldn’t watch a movie after 7 PM without falling asleep. I was one of those people.

The sun was still bright when we walked out of the theater. We headed down a grass hill and stood on the brick walk in front of the arches of the opera house.

“Did the movie bother you?” I asked.

She was pinching her flushed face, tears rolling down her cheeks while she squeezed my hand. She would not look at me. 

“I did something.” she said.

I knew. I even knew who it was with. Not hard to guess. In a way, I was glad it was her ex-boyfriend and not some random guy she’d gotten drunk with. That I would have taken personally. This instance was mostly about them and not me. Except we’d been together for at least a year, so I felt somewhat involved.

She fucked her ex and told me about it. She wanted me to know she wasn’t rekindling anything and saw the act more as the death knell of their love for each other. She hated that it happened, though I didn’t feel like she hated herself enough for doing it. He hated that she didn’t want him back, I know that much. I know a lot I wish I didn’t. More details than I needed. He was outdoorsy and she had loved him half her life and he could do a one-handed push-up. I was some nerd she’d met at school who liked reading Updike novels, most of which were ironically about this very subject.

After our conversation, I walked the 3-mile loop of the Chautauqua Institution in the dark. I wasn’t ready to cry yet, and instead entered the manic phase of a young man in pain, making small talk with strangers in a voice I now know must have sounded too fast and high-pitched. Many of these people took the opportunity to turn down the first available side street and wave me off.

For better or worse, this was not the straw that broke the camel’s back for me and my girlfriend. That would come much later. Chautauqua, however, was ruined for an evening, perhaps a year. Why wasn’t I in New York City getting a leg up on my comedy career? Why was I wasting a summer in this pretty place made for young families and the nearly deceased? I should be using this current heartbreak to fuel my rampage of the city’s eligible dating pool. I made a plan to not come back the next year as I walked.

The flowers looked black against the moonlit surface of the lake. The cackling silhouettes of carefree teens getting drunk by the bell tower seemed like wraiths. I went home where she was waiting for me on the porch. I got some more details I didn’t want, and then we made up and dated for two more years.

Read the rest here.

#essay #writing #creative writing #literature #lit #movies #love #breakup #books #chautauqua #dan wilbur

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Poly! Kanej x male! Reader - Teasing the devil and his shadow

A/n: I know the characters are ooc but just roll with it

Request: Hi! Can I request Kaz and Inej (can be either separate or poly) x a feminine male!reader who likes to tease them with really short skirts and crop tops? (Also thank you for writing literally any grishaverse fic that isnt fem reader, you're doing God's work)

Warnings: A bit spicy but minimal touch, swearing, teasing, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Pairings: (romantic) poly! kanej x reader, (Platonic) crows x reader

Pronouns used: He/him

Pov: 2nd person

Y/n L/n knew exactly what he was doing when he decided to put that skirt on.

It was a navy blue flowy miniskirt with some petticoat underneath to make it poof. He twirled around and giggled to himself, the skirt, although it was the main event was not the only thing he was wearing that would make his partners go crazy. With the skirt he wore a white, short sleeved, cropped-polo top that showed just the right amount of stomach to piss off the Wraith and to make Dirtyhands silently fume. This was all topped with some black suspenders, and a checkered sheath. He looked absolutely fabulous, and he felt incredibly sexy. It made him giddy to feel so happy with himself.

Of course there was more planing behind this outfit other than self-love, although that was the whole reason he had first gotten the idea to wear it, there was something more sinister behind it. He decided he would use the lesson that Inej, and Kaz had taught him against them and use his outfit as an advantage.

He was going to tease them to the ends of the earth.

By all means, he wasn't going to push the two of their boundaries, but he knew where he had to stop, he was mostly fine as long as he didn't touch them. And if he did he would have to ask for permission first but he would still find a way to make them lose their fucking minds.

He threw his head back and laughed as he headed out of the room and started walking down the stairs.

As soon as he got there he saw the corner usually reserved for the Crows and the first one to notice him was Nina. As Kaz and Inej were deep into planing their next mission at a separate table from the others, and although it was irrational he was fuming in his shoes. Couldn't they just at least lift their heads to say hello to their boyfriend, or acknowledge him at least? No matter, they would regret it soon.

"Damn Y/n!" Nina whistled. "You're killing it today!" She motioned towards his outfit and he winked at her before twirling around a bit just as Kaz had looked up to see his boyfriend in front of him and he was showing off a lot of leg in that twirl. He gulped and look back down before muttering a "Hello."

Inej finally looked up and her jaw dropped as her eyes ran all over his body before also quickly looking down and following Kaz's example before her.

This frustrated him, but he also knew his plan must have been working.

He took his seat beside Inej with Kaz right across from him. This was going to be heaven on earth for him but a freakish hybrid of hell-heaven for his partners.

They deserved it for not appreciating the outfit.

"Inej." He ducked down his head and whispered as if he were sharing a secret with her.

"Yes?" She asked, albeit a bit breathless and that made him smirk.

"That slaver from two weeks ago that was given you trouble is dead."

He lifted his arms up a bit and placed them on the table to he could rest his chin, when that happened though his shirt rode up so more of his stomach was revealed.

"Did Kaz-" Inej's eyes flickered down and her words died in her throat before she tried to cover it up with a cough.

"Did Kaz kill them?"

He rolls his eyes but smiles sweetly at her before leaning in so his breath fanned out across her cheeks. "No, I did."

Inej was left sputtering and spitting out her water and Y/n knew that he had finished the first part of his mission.

He didn't say anything to Kaz right away, he didn't need to, he just stared at him like he was the most interesting piece of art in the world. He nearly doesn't want to stop admiring Kaz but Brekker shifts nervously in his seat as he glances up to catch Y/n's gaze and he knows his mistake right away.

Y/n's foot rapped around Kaz's own and he used the grip to pull himself closer to the table so in short he was closer to Kaz.

"Y/n." Kaz warns curtly as he tries to look anywhere but his mischievous boyfriend but he just shrugs his shoulders before playing with one of his suspenders.

"Kaz," He licks his lips and tilts his head to the side as if he were observing him.

Frustrated, Kaz brush's his hand across the table and his pen clattered to the floor.

Kaz lets out a very restrained grunt as he goes to grab his pen before Inej stops him.

"Kaz let Y/n get it, it's better for your leg."

"No."

Y/n gets up anyways and heads over to Kaz and bends down, purposely sticking his ass out as he does so his skirt rides up in all the right place, then he plopped the pen in his hands.

Inej and Kaz's face's are priceless and Y/n grins knowing that he's broken Inej, and he's so close to breaking the bastard.

"I could bend down again Kaz, this time I can give you a better view of my ass."

Kaz's face erupts into a rose color, falling over his ears, across his cheeks down to his neck. Y/n had never seen him look so red.

"Anyways, I don't think I'm needed here so I'm going..." He trails off as soon as he sees the looks his partners are giving him.

"Stay." Inej says and she inclines her head towards where he was sitting before.

He really did piss them off didn't he?

A nervous smile creeps onto his face as he starts backing away.

"You know I really have to go."

"Actually Y/n," Kaz starts speaking. "Inej and I do have some use for you, after that wonderful offer you gave us."

His mouth drops and his hands fidget with the navy blue skrit.

He should have made a run for it because Kaz and Inej were suddenly at both his sides gripping on to each of his arms.

"I would like to see your ass from a better angle darling." Inej whispers into his ear.

Oh, fuck.

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[theearlgreymage]

It is yet another Six Sentence Sunday, and I have only two more Sunday's until break. The freedom is close. I can taste it.

Thankfully, these last two weeks should be a breeze and I can get back in a more regular groove with writing.

Maybe.

Here's hoping at least.

Hello to the wonderful @artsyunderstudy @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @confused-bi-queer @rimeswithpurple and @ic3-que3n for tagging me despite my lack of posting lately. You are all amazing <3

Despite my quietness, I have been tapping away at a couple of different projects. So, enjoy six series of six sentences --

COBB Project #1

She’s been making these excursions on her own every few months. Claiming them to be for her research, but I followed her last time. I saw the supplies she took, and didn’t bring back with her. We were outside Bristol when I lost track of her. Somehow she managed to lose all her supplies and beat me back to Watford.  There’s no way she managed that on her own.  But until she’s willing to admit the truth to me, I’m on my own with finding Simon.

COBB Project #2

Coward.  It’s the last word I’ll hear from him for a while as I step into the warm sunshine. While he can technically reach me beyond the Underworld, it is a lot harder for him to do. From what I can tell, it’s not worth the effort.  Not caring whether the chlamys around my shoulder gets dirty, I collapse onto my back into the grass. Letting the sun warm my chilled skin. 

A Gift for Someone

Nothing to see here. I wonder how many other students at Watford have used this spell for elicit sexual acts. How many students have had their trousers pulled down in the middle of the Great Lawn with none of us being the wiser? Of course, this isn't the Great Lawn - it's the back table in Astronomy that I'm crouched beneath. And it's not just any student who's trousers I'm pulling down eagerly. They're Simon Snow's trousers.

Another Gift for Someone

The snap of leather against leather sends a chill down my spine. I do my best to conceal it. The click of heeled boots on the wooden floor let me know that he's walking towards me, and still I fight the urge to shiver in anticipation. But when I feel the soft brush of the collar and warm press of fingers on my throat, I can't help but shudder. "Are you going to be good for me tonight?"

Something I'm working on in secret that may or may not see the light of day

Even if I’d come to accept myself more - feel more comfortable as my own individual person - I was still hung-up on the idea of having children that weren’t mine. It became an even bigger issue after Simon admitted to wanting a child. My mind became full of the impossible; of a small child with golden skin, freckles, dark hair, curls, and light colored eyes.  We thought it impossible, and set the topic off to the side. There were plenty of other things for us to worry over. My graduation and the wedding being the top two items on the list.

Chapter 4 of Infinity in Your Chest Pocket

This time, when I spot the movement out of the bedroom window I don't hesitate to leave the room. Fuck these wraiths. I'm not spending another night alone in a room with them. Baz can complain about me following him into the woods all he wants. It's not like he's doing anything all that secretive. We both know that I know that he's a vampire - one that has apparently never tasted human blood.

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[caifee]

Apex Legends Coffee Shop Orders

what the legends would order before/after the games (reminder that coffee shops don't just have coffee):

Bloodhound

I don't see Houndy getting anything with espresso in it, mainly teas.

Possibly a tea latte, Earl Grey with almond milk

Most likely drinks after a long game, especially as a kind of reward if they won.

Gibraltar

Definitely would either be a lemonade/coconut milk mixed w/ fruit refresher, or specifically the paradise drink from Starbucks.

Before or after the game, definitely if he won, he'd drink on it.

Lifeline

Definitely a shaken espresso girl, keeps her awake and alert for her work. She'd either add cold foam or cream/milk to sweeten it up a bit.

Mostly before, so she has the energy to get through the game. But if she's tired after and needs the boost, she'll get it after as well.

Pathfinder

Wraith

Unable to drink, but would most likely order a strawberry creme blender if he could.

After and before, he would basically be a frequent customer.

Anything hot, with a cozy, warm taste to it, such as a chai latte with gingerbread syrup or hazel/toffee nut.

A nice, cozy after game drink to relax.

Caustic

Bangalore

Definitely something hot but basic. She barely knows coffee, so she doesn't really do anything fancy.

Can see her ordering a caramel macchiato.

Definitely after to cool off/relax.

Mirage

Just hot black coffee, dark roast.

Before and after, probably the only thing he drinks tbh.

Octane

He's constantly trying everything, forgets if he's tried one before, and gets it again. Also, always asking the barista for recommendations or what something is.

Never give him coffee, please, he doesn't shut up and his ADD/ADHD goes crazy.

He'd either order before or after/doesn't have a preference.

Wattson

Same as Mirage, he likes to try EVERYTHING, but he likes to try putting anything and everything into one single drink. Including his stim.

The barista's last brain cell eventually explodes and just gives him a latte, in which he, of course, puts his stim in it.

For the love of god, keep coffee away from him. If you think his fidgeting is bad now, just you wait, HE WILL NOT STAND STILL.

Definitely an order before a game, just to give him even more energy (that he really doesn't need).

She'd be a blender or refresher kinda girl. She'd like the smooth texture along with being able to taste the flavor more than the coffee, but she definitely would love the Star Drink from Starbucks as well.

Before or after, a nice refreshment to either get herself ready for the game or cool off after a long game.

Revenant

Crypto

Definitely just a regular chai, iced or hot, doesn't have a preference. He doesn't get anything added in it but changes the milk to either oat or almond.

Most likely sipping on it while working so before and after.

Loba

Can't drink, but if he even could, straight fucking whiskey.

Before and after, he wouldn't care.

Rampart

She would definitely get an iced white mocha with raspberry added, along with raspberry or vanilla cold foam on top and oat milk.

Definitely, after as a way to cool off (yknow how she is when she sees rev 🙄)

Horizon

She'd go for a dirty chai, it gives it a toastier taste and she loves the added espresso to give her more energy throughout the day to keep her up and working.

Before and after, probably get it before, sip on it, then come back to the same drink after and continue it.

Fuse

Medium roast with some oat milk for creamer and may add a nutty syrup to give it some flavor. But if she's in a hurry, just the medium roast, she's fine with black coffee too.

Most likely, after when she's back to her work, she might get some before if she needs a quick wake-up.

He's definitely not a coffee person, more on the alcohol side of drinking. If Houndy took him to the coffee shop, he'd probably go for a small black coffee so he could put his beer or whiskey into it to mix.

Probably after since he'd be with Houndy.

Seer

Valkyrie

Chai latte with oat milk and matcha cold foam on top. The mix between the earthy taste of matcha mixed with the cinnamon flavor of chai makes a perfect cozy combo hot or cold, and she loves it, that is, if she's not drinking.

Before and after, she'll drink it even during the game if she really wanted.

Ash

Some fruity ass shit

Definitely a refresher of some sort, mixes the strawberry acai with the passion tango tea, or the pineapple passion with the passion tango tea.

Would most likely wait until after the game.

Mad Maggie

Can't drink, but would most likely go for a medium roast over ice, added milk as creamer.

It would definitely be after the games. She deals with so much shit.

Newcastle

She'd use the coffee shop to cover up the fact that she's drinking her whiskey. She's not a beer drinker like Fuse. It's straight whiskey for her. She'd get a black coffee, roast isn't a preference, and then mix in her whiskey.

Before and after, she's tired of everyone's shit.

Vantage

Black coffee, medium roast, splash of half & half on the top, maybe some vanilla syrup or sugar cane to sweeten it.

Most likely before, to wake himself up enough and be prepared, morning coffee is a dad essential.

Catalyst

Not much of a coffee person instead prefers the non espresso drinks, especially the fruity choices. The Dragon Drink from Starbucks would be something she'd choose, especially blended.

Before or after, not a preference for her. If it was a hot day, especially after.

Ballistic

Not a hot coffee kinda girl, even in cold weather, loves iced coffee/drinks. Especially loves the tea lemonades. On a hot day, a fruity tea with lemonade, on a cold day, an iced cold brew with a nutty flavored cold foam on top.

Before or after, either works for her.

Conduit

Definitely goes to the coffee shop with Newcastle. Their dad vibes just kick it off nicely, especially when it comes to them both sharing their tastes in coffee. He likes to go for the same as him, but instead of the vanilla, toffee nut is his sweet spot.

Before if he's relaxing prior, but definitely after since he put in a lot of work.

She absolutely loves the coffee shop and goes to it every day to try something new she's never had. She's a sucker for any holiday drinks, hot or cold, especially the Christmas selection.

She tends to go after since she's always talking with the legends a lot before heading into the games.

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[arthurtaylorlester]

malevolent pt 31 liveblog ''the nightmare''

arthur is sleepy i'm so glad

WAIT WHAT

KELLIN??

WHERE'S JOHN

WHY THE FUCK IS KELLIN THERE

DOWN THE TOWER??

WHAT

IS

GOING

ON

oh wait i get it

is the whole episode a fever dream

THE HEAD!!!! RETURNS

samantha is its name

girl what is going on did i miss something

yes you are daft arthur

where is john

i miss him

i cant have him gone again after s3

the voice being distorted?

ayo kellin lowkey sounds like john what is going on

the butcher?? the apartment??

i think i get it. arthur is like dreaming and his memories are blending. kelling and john function as the same person

UNCLE? this is definitely a dream

OH GOD ARTHUR TRAUMA AHHHHHHH

LISTEN TO JOHN GODAMMIT

the train? oh this is getting good

PERCIVAL !!!

NO NOT HIS WIFE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KILLED HER

JOHN !! YES LISTEN !!

who is john?

wdym you DONT REMEMBER

I WAS RIGHT KELLING = JOHN RN

yes bbg you are dreaming

noooo you didnt drown your girl arthur

wait is kiy has the dreamlands does he have dreams as well

LISTEN !! TO !! JOHN !!

YES HE IS YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS

why is you trying grunting real hard dude wtf

oooh please be yellow or somehting

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

''i'm not a piece of you'' THE LITTLE BITCH IS BACK !!

''clever boy'' dude wtf

yellow repaying arthur for being called ''good boy'' by him that one time

PODCAST ACHIEVEMENT!! worms obtained

yeah arthur what ARE you doing

ohhhhhhhh what did happen

this is such good horror wtf

oh ok i was just talking about this with finch but the line ''you are me screaming at me'' @ kellin who is functionally john this ep makes me think about like, how arthur and john are the same person, fundamentally

yeah why not even john?

''because'' what

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ARTHUR YOU DON'T TRUST JOHN EITHER

YES YOU'RE GOING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION PLEASE!!!!

PLEASE YES KAYNE !!

what

what is he slipping away

no

no no no he can't fracture more can he

aughhh i get why this wasnt good for april 1st

well deserved angst post fluffy eps like 29-30

yellow isnt the king sooooo

OH GOD ARTHUR THINKS HE RUINED YELLOW

THE SOUND MIXING THIS EP IS AMAZING AGHHHHH

OH NO BELLA LORE

WHERE WERE YOU ARTHUR

DANIEL???

arthur not wanting to go to the caves what happened dude

is this like omori with repressed memories oooooohhhhh

THE WRAITH !! AND THE BABY !!

GOD BLESS THIS BABY STANCZYCK

yes arthur you didnt kill this baby !! slay !

you saved it :)

this is like a mega malevolent recap

mmmmm yellow watcha doing there

YES ARTHUR YOU HAVE AGENCY

tentacles?

OH YEAH THE LAKE SORRY MY MIND WENT ..... ELSEWHERE

oh god this is so fucking well done i love this episode !!

HIS SCREAMS GAHHHHHH THE ACTING !!

OH GOD THIS SEQUENCE WAS SO GOOD

kelling as arthur subconscious is such a good literary choice

because he took the things he loved FROM HIMSELF

HE LEFT HIMSELF TO DIE METAPHORICALLY TOO

mmmmmmmmmm i fuckign love this godforsaken podcast

not a piece of media i enjoy more

hmmmm kelling being john and also a part of arthur subconscious? i was literally just thinking about this a few hours ago

the episode still has 30 more minutes i'm scared

AUGHHH THE METAPHOR OF ARTHUR BURYING HIMSLED/KELLIN/JOHN STAND-IN

go off girl about evil

you are so hot when you're smart /hj

ahhhhhh arthur trauma is so :(((((

OH GOD BABY NO HE'S SO FUCKING HUMAN

nooooo you were moving on you werent happy she died

arthur confronting his trauma is sooo

i feel so fucking bad for arthur and he isnt even real

so youre gonna sleep. in a dream. okay ig

oh wait you meant metaphorically oh ok

KELLIN (ARTHUR'S SUBCONSCIOUS) AND PAST BEING BURIED AND HIM WISHING HE FINDS HIS GIRL

DARK WORLD ARC WHEN ????

also yes i've been saying same deck of cards, two sides of the same coin

wait who

oh larson

AHHAHAHA NEW NICKNAME ''golden boy'' ''your undefeated''

oh god

yellow being yellow but john being golden

harlan guthrie you goddamns genius

john did take away everything from arthur but gold is malleable, changeable

THE POEM HE POSTED ON TWT A FEW DAYS AGO

GOLD IS NATURE'S FIRST GREEN !!

nothing gold can stay

oh god this is beautiful

fave malevolent episode EASY FOR SURE

YOU ARE CHOOSING TO STAY OR ARE LARSON AND YELLOW ACTUALLY THERE THROUGH SPOOKY MAGIC SHENANIGANS TO TORTURE HIM

arthur married and had faroe young .........

smh larson arthur is just built different and comprehends the horror

there's a beauty in horror

yeah you tell him it's not horror

flashback??

BECAUSE THEY GOT MARRIED BECAUSE THEY HAD A KID AND WEREN'T MARRIED

HE DOESNT LOVE HER

AROMANTIC FR !!!!

oh a pity fuck?? dude

hmmmmm you cant live for someone else

it's wrong? for you? oh girl you got a big storm coming

james. new character alert.

YOURE GONNA LEAVE YOU'RE WIFE AS SHE'S GIVING BIRHT?? ARTHUR NOOOO

hmmm yeah arthur kinda deserved that

OH DAMN JAMES

BELLA WASNT THE ONLY PERSON TO LOVE HIM

he has uh..... an evil eldritch monster

god arthur you idiot you deal with it and your wife dies before you get to the hospital

faroe was alone in the hospital for a goddamn hour

no larson he was feeling silly i still love him

the hour oh goddddd

he fr does not care about bella AT ALL

AJHDSFJHEFHSJDFHJDHFGKH WALLY

he really loves insulting himself

he's so me-coded

he's over this guys you heard it here first

the demon yes i forgot about it !!

YOU COMBAT IT WITH JOHN !!

LISTEN

oh faroe :(((

oh the fics that we'll get

oh god she was so little

he cared so much for faroe AGGHHHH

SHE LIKED STORIES :(((((

''are you there troll?'' I'M SOBBING FR

oh god the game

jadhkjhfhjdfj the monster

seen WHO?

JOHN?

KIY?

YELLOW?

TENDRILSSSS

oh god no don't tell me it was throat oh okay

stomach oh my fuckingggoddd what

WHAT IS HE PULLING OUT

THE INTESTINES OUCH

THEY'RESWEET

HE WANTS TO FUCKING EAT YOU

stabbing him might free himt though

he's delirius

JOHN YES FINALLY BBG YOU'RE HERE MY BABY

i fucking knew he was sleepwalking

200 years???

how old is this woman

this thing is wow

idk why i ent the whole ep thinking it was the kiy

he's going to fucking eat you

oh god oh fuck i'll cry this episode is amazing

wait what

did he fucking get a new pet

HE'S HIS FAVOURITE????

arthur's trauma was so tasty he fucking got a fan

uh oh

this isn't any good is it

YOU CALL IT MADNESS RETURN??

NO? OKAY...

okay this episode was phenonget ready for a whole new month of ranting

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[vampzzi]

SECRET ROOM

ryan erzahler x fem reader

cw; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) creampie, gentle sex?, cheesy romance, ryan being extremely soft cause why not, porn with no plot/porn with some plot but ehh, not beta read

author note; ryan has a terrible pull out game, change my mind. + do you like the new writing style?

It’s around noon and everyone in camp is scattered, doing tasks for the party Jacob and Dylan wanna host so bad. Both of you were assigned to look for a way to charge phones while also gathering food. 

Expect there was a better idea, you and him somewhere secluded and private. Mr. H’s secret room. Only Ryan has access to this room because he knew where it was and now that Mr. H  ran off somewhere and everyone else was setting up for the party. You can hear the others, on the trail on the cameras but your mind is more focused on the warm hand cupping your bra. 

“R-Ryan, a-are you sure?” His warm hands running up and down your body as he trails random shapes and his name on your plush stomach. “No one will know we’re here.” “And what happens to your wraith has no bound?” “ha ha ha” he sarcastically laughs “Ryannnn” you whine out as he smirks. His hand snakes around you and pulls you close to him as he takes a second and with impressive skill pulls your bra off as it slides off your body.

Your breast is exposed to how cold the room is, reacting in a way that has them hard. He’s flicking your nipple and back to pinching, as you pucker your lips and Ryan closes the gap between you two. Kissing you as he licks your lips and you guys continue to share a feverish kiss together, tongues battling each other while the sweet sounds Ryan loves to hear begin to pour from your pretty lips.

Ryan pulled away to breath, taking a deep breath to gain his composure while you did the same “You’re so pretty name”. Your face heated in response as your whole body felt warm from his sweet words of praise. He sat back as you could see the visible bulge in his jeans as you looked at him and smiled “want me to attend to, my mysterious handsome lover” he nodded as you took that as consent to unbutton his jeans, one by one.

Finally making it to the zipper as you unzip and pull his pants down, the bulge in all his glory as your hands teasing his bulge through his boxers, his boxer had already felt tight and he felt like he’d snap soon. Ryan’s patience held on by a thread, he hated your teasing but his body loved your teasing.  Your teasing hands running your fingertips barely over his clothed cock. 

But you did something that caught him off guard as you licked him through his boxers, he let out a gasp as you continued to the movement. Your saliva clinging to his boxer as his precum also played a part in making a mess of his boxers. “Y..You should stop that. I don’t wanna cum y-yet, plus I also don’t want nasty boxers when we have to return…” Ryan said.

“Fair point Rya” He groans at the nickname as you can’t help but smile as you pull his boxers down, this time not teasing him as he seemed to get impatient. His cock is neither big nor small, pretty average roughly 6 inches. It’s his girth that gets you, it’s such a stretch inside you and the amount he cums is bizarre but Ryan isn’t a person for masturbating. So it’s understandable.

You didn’t notice that you were drooling and he snapped his fingers in your face “Name..” Ryan said. “Yeah, just I keep forgetting how fucking thick you are” Ryan has never been complimented this intimately, sure you say it alot but it catches him off guard a lot. “Mhmm” he isn’t one for dirty talk either, he’s too awkward for that.

The anxiety sits in your stomach as you forget your indifference “Ryan..what if I crush your legs while I ride you..” you mutter the last part as he looks at you. “You won’t, you’ve done it before and did perfect. I promise that won’t happen” he sounded genuine when he said that and it made your heart warm up.

You sat on Ryan’s lap as he held your curvy sides, “you feel so soft” he muttered below a whisper as you smiled out as you took off your shorts along with your panties and placed yourself on his lap. You raise your hips and the wet noise of him entering you as you sank down made your face more warm. 

“Fuck, name you feel so good” he breathed out as he held onto you tighter. “I could say the same to you Ryan, y-you’re so fucking biggg” you whine out as you began to bounce up and down.

Up and down in a slow rhythm as you both held eye contact, the exchange of praise and loud groans and moans. “S-Shit I-I..f-feels so good” you whimpered out as the pace picked up and you moved slightly faster, keeping the pace moderate.

Ryan could feel your clenching as he moaned out, from your walls sucked him and how your soft gummy walls felt around his cock as his cock pulsed inside of you. “I-I love you Ryann, soo much” you gasped out as you kept fucking yourself on his cock, a white ring around his cock from you already creaming on his cock. “I- holy fuck..I love you to”.

He takes control and changes the position as you're on your back on the cool floor, waiting for him as you both make eye contact together as he plunges into you. Your walls welcome him inside as soft breath leaves your mouth. He works into you slowly, thrusting into your cunt as you submit to him and share the intimate together while it lasts.

“Name..I’m gonna cum..” he says with a shaky breath as you nod “in me ryan..please.” this makes him look done at you as his eyes lock on yours, looking intensely into yours as his thrust comes to a full stop  “A-Are you sure, don't wanna knock you up..” you think about it for a moment as you didn't take anything as you and him rarely had sex. “Y-You can try and pull out if you want, either way is fine..”

He nods and mumble an ok as Ryan starts to thrust again, he holds one of your legs up as the new angle makes his cock reach deeper parts into your body. You’re pretty sure he’s hitting your cervix as you mewl out from the pleasure as he fucks you. Ryan is trying his hardest to not cum right now as his cock pulse as he falls over the edge and paints your insides white anyway.

The warm feeling of his cum flooding in your body has you sighing out as your finger is on his chin so he looks at you while you pull him in for another passionate kiss. He pulls away shortly so he can pull out as you both unpleasantly shudder from sensitivity. 

You can feel his semen dripping out your pussy. “Thank you for sharing that moment with me Ryan..” “No problem, I love you” “I love you too Ryan” Sitting up on your elbows as you look around as Ryan shoves himself back in his boxers and gets up to fetch something to get something to clean you with. The door closes as he quickly goes to the bathroom to get a clean wet rag as he returns right back to you.

He comes back in and walks over to you as he sits down as slowly pushes your legs apart as the sight of the mess makes him all hot and bothered again as you turn away. The rag is placed against your pussy as he rubs all his cum up. “Alright then, we should find some food and head back since it’s the least we can do”

Slowly rising to your feet as you looked for your shorts as you found them in a pile and slid your panties back and then your shorts. “I think there’s a bag of chips and a few sodas left in the kitchen” He walked over to you as he checked your hair to make sure nothing seemed out of place. 

Your lip gloss was all over his lips as his lips shined as you kept it to yourself, both of you making it out of Mr. H’s secret room and to the kitchen walking out his office and closing the door behind you. As you both walked through the halls and down the stairs and down to the kitchen.

Making it to the kitchen, I found the bag of chips and Ryan got the sodas “And we’re done!!” You said happily as Ryan smirked. You felt around your neck as you had forgot your headphones “Oh shit, I felt my headphones in the room, fuck” “We’ll sneak and go get them. You can share with me for now” You nodded as you both regrouped with the others at the fire pit.

“Took you guys long enough” Jacob said as he got a peek of Ryan’s lips “Hey Ryan, trying some new lip care?” he teased as Ryan put the sodas down and felt his lip as your shiny gloss clung to his finger. “Yeah, Name recommended it to me.” you giggled out and almost snorted as Emma looked between you and Ryan and then Kaityln started to know what Emma was gonna say

“So are you guys a couple or something?” Kaityln questioned, Ryan stayed quiet. Well yeah, you guys were dating but you didn't want them to know yet. You both wanted things to stay on the low even though you both were on the high. “No, I was practicing kissing him” You chimed as Kaityln looked at you. “Just like me and Jacob in freshman year, he was terrible” she whispered and you laughed.

Dylan clapped his hand “Well then, let’s get this party started”.

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Asking about "What if Nothing" not because I dont know but because I am desperate for a little peak at the next part👀

😂 Well if you're desperate... let me see if I can help with that.

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So "What if Nothing" is my workdoc for the What if Nothing series. The next fic is currently titled "These Wolves, They Keep on Scratching at My Heart" but I've already changed it once so it might change again. It's about John coming to grips with the fact that he's thrown his lot in with Todd, and what that means for him personally. And also what it means to the rest of the galaxy, because they consider all Wraith pretty much the same and he has to kind of prove himself when he happens on a culling and also runs into Ronon. Meanwhile Todd has been absent too much so he has to go back to the hive and do Commandery stuff, which involves following up on some rumors about an outcast Wraith who knows about a way to sustain Wraith without feeding on humans, among other things. I haven't decided if they also finalize things with the Asurans in this story or if that needs a separate story.

This is all I have so far:

Before John leaves Todd to go hide the ZPMs and shop for supplies, Todd gives him a knife.

The handle is elaborately carved, and the black leather sheath has a pattern of iratus embossed all down the edge.

“The quality is good. Use it to trade for the items you need,” Todd says. “Here.” He shrugs out of his coat, pulling it around John's shoulders. “Tell them you killed me and took it. They will not suspect you of the truth then.”

John swallows. “I don't-” he begins, but doesn't know what he intended to say after that.

Todd's eyes are bright, and John has to pull him close and kiss him again, Todd’s arms around him and John holding the knife in one hand, the other tangled in Todd's thin shirt, holding on to him.

“Do not be foolish, Sheppard,” Todd murmurs against his mouth. “Tell them you killed me to get it.”

John leans back and snorts. “Trust me, I have some experience hiding illegal relationships.” It's supposed to be a joke; probably not a great one given what got him into this mess. “Anyway.” He looks away from Todd. “I've got plenty of stories about killing Wraith so they don't think to ask if I like fucking them.”

Todd sighs. “I dislike sending you alone.” His hands linger on John, smoothing the coat over his front.

There's something warm in John's chest that feels like it wants to explode. “I'll be fine.”

“Of course you will,” Todd agrees. He steps back with another sigh. “I must go.”

“Yeah.” John's hand goes to touch the coat he wears.

“It may take some time for the virus to work on the Asuran planet,” Todd says. “It need not weigh on your mind that you complete this errand before we go to examine their progress.”

John snorts. “Better to hurry than dawdle.” That jolts him into action the way nothing else had. “Shouldn't take me long. See you in three days, tops.”

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John visits the first two worlds on Todd’s list without incident, hiding ZPMs under the floor of an abandoned building and in a cave under a frozen waterfall. The third address has Wraith present, and John hides the ZPM under an outcropping of energy rich rocks on the other side of the planet. That's him two-thirds done with the first errand in under twelve hours.

On the fourth planet he gets careless and is almost caught by another Wraith. On the plus side he gets to try out his new knife.

He's sitting on one side of the jumper, panting, looking over at the blood slowly drying on the dead Wraith's coat, and he thinks he has an answer to something that's been nagging at him.

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Prepared for his second errand, John lands the jumper on a planet his team explored last year, now deserted after a Culling, and then gates to Fellar for the market there.

He trades some of the gear from the jumper for some shirts. No one asks why the duffel bag he hands over is stamped USAF and he doesn't ask where a Pegasus merchant got shirts with labels that say “made in Texas.” Apparently the market for Earth fashions isn't great, and the duffle is worth four shirts.

He waits till he finds a tailor to bring out the Wraith coats- Todd’s and the Wraith he stabbed. “I want to sell this material. Any market for it?”

The woman looks up from her needlework and frowns at him. “I can take it, but I can't give you much for it,” she says. “There isn't much call for Wraithskin, but it's durable. I can use it for scraps and linings.”

John looks around at the samples of her wares. “Could I get this one tailored to fit me?” he asks as casually as he can.

She looks up from her needle to level a long look at him. She looks down. “It would be cheaper than buying one new. Provided you found the right tailor.”

He exhales. “Then you're not interested.”

She snorts. “You don't have anything to trade.”

He pulls out Todd's knife. The tailor tenses, but John tuck the knife under his arm for the moment and holds up the tooled leather sheath and belt.

Her eyes flicker in interest but she shakes her head.

“I could do something for you,” John offers. The tailor's look can only be described as suspicious, and he elaborates hastily, “Physical labor, or something.”

“Hmmm.”

He watches her needle move for several minutes.

She sets down her work. “Seven days, doing all my labor so that I can concentrate on this, and I keep the other coat, the belt, and all scraps.”

John hesitates. “I have an appointment in two days I can't miss.”

She snorts. “Four days. No less. And it won't be fancy.”

John takes a deep breath. “I'll need a new sheath for the knife. Something simple.”

She nods.

“Okay,” John says. “You have a deal.”

She gives him a long look then nods. She puts down her needlework and fetches a tool from her supplies. “You can start by ripping these seams out for me.”

John cuts out the seams on both sides of Todd's coat.

“Do you want to keep the length?” She asks, eyeing him as he works.

John hesitates. “Some. Past the knee,” he says recklessly. He has a coat in college that he loved that was longer like that. The tailor's eyes linger on him like she knows and he continues, “could you make it with lapels like this,” he mimes out the shape, “with buttons here?”

She smiles in a way that softens her face and nods.

When he's done with that he cuts the other coat into strips about an inch wide. His hands hurt from the unfamiliar activity of gripping the shears she gave him to use, and thankfully after that it's time to help her pack up her market stall and head home.

“My name is John,” he says as they're walking. “You know. Just in case you need to yell something at me.”

She smirks. “Yalanna,” she replies. He has to assume that's her name.

Yalanna turns out to live with her sister's family; she sends John out to help her brother-in-law with the farm, and when he comes back in he learns he's signed on to do farmwork for the next few days, Yalanna will stay home from the market to work on his coat with help from her youngest niece, and her older niece, whom John is replacing in the field, will go to town to open the stall and sell Yalanna's wares.

It's an uncomplicated few days. John learned enough about horses when he was younger to not be entirely worthless on a farm, but he’s never done labor like this before, pacing up and down endless rows with the ploughbeasts, bending down to run his fingers through dirt to break it up before standing and moving on to repeat. He wants to be worried about Todd, the Asurans, Atlantis, but he falls onto his pallet in the stable every night and sleeps deeply without dreaming.

Yalanna has him try on the coat when she's done pinning it how she likes and before she sews in the final seams. John is surprised by how much he likes it. He runs his hands down the material and flips the collar up to cover his neck.

Yalanna looks satisfied. “I will have it finished tomorrow,” she says.

John’s lost track of time but he thinks that will be five days actually. He doesn't say anything, because it's good work.

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