#I haven't really wanted long hair for many years now but I've never really put in the energy to maintain what was once my desired length

[fdragon-art]

Day 64 - A Change of PaceLength

"...you can't recall the last time your hair was ever this short. It's going to take some getting used to."

#miscellaneous #myself #year 4 #art #I have had some thoughts about cutting my hair to something much shorter than the hair I've had since primary school #I haven't really wanted long hair for many years now but I've never really put in the energy to maintain what was once my desired length #(Having to manage it once every 2-3 months? It shouldn't be a lot...and yet) #But I thought about what would happen if I had my hair cut even shorter to something like in here and I don't even seem to hate the idea #So it makes me wonder if I'll cut my hair this short at some point soon heheh #(Also the shirt said ''Reach Above & Underflow'' 'cause I thought it would be funny. I don't have a shirt like that XD)

[lanassgirlll]

I so can u do a smut for Klaus.

Where he is on rut and is very horny but does not want reder to help him .

This goes very time when it's his that time of the month.

But now when he is again in rut and his wolf is more agressive because it's blood moon .

Reder convinces him to use her as his fuck toy to help him in his rut .

So we all know klaus is a rough sex of a guy now multiply it with 100000000 .

Yes he fucks reader in that kind of way and usees her as his toy without caring about her .

If u are not comfortable with this it's ok to say no .

Red sky

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Whenever there’s a full moon, Klaus always gets more aroused than he usually does around his girlfriend. No matter how many times she offers to help him, he always refuses, too afraid that he’d hurt her. But one night, when there’s a blood moon, a rare natural occurrence, he finally gives in and uses his girl just like she had said he can do.

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, a little bit of choking?, oral (m receiving), let me know if i have missed anything, because i'm pretty sure that i have

Words: 3k

AN: I really hope you guys like this! Let me know if you have any requests.

Enjoy!

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Klaus was waiting for his girlfriend to come home and let her know that he's leaving for the night. There was going to be a full moon tonight and he usually left his girl alone for a day or two every month. He didn't like being away from her, but now when he was a hybrid, he had to make sure he wouldn't hurt her by being near her when his wolf wanted to come out.

He didn't turn often, but still he had to stay away. The sweet girl who he loved more than anything, always huffed and puffed whever he had to leave, saying that he didn't have to. She always says that she can protect herself if he did in fact try to hurt her, which she knew he's never do, but Klaus didn't trust himself enough to believe that. She was a powerful witch so if needed, she would protect herself, but Klaus never gave in. She always offered him her help and her support, yet she was always left disappointed, feeling like the hybrid didn't want her even though he had explained his reasons to her many times.

Klaus would always have his emotions even more hightened whenever a full moon came. His anger would be slighty worse than it usually is, his temper just as much. He'd get aggresive even, at times. But the worst thing of it all was how aroused he'd get around his girl whenever it was a full moon. He knew if he let go, and took her the way he needed, he'd hurt her.

It's not like they haven't tried before.

They had been together for two years. She's always helped him and been there for her, so it naturally hurt her when he started pushing her away and leaving every month. A few months after Klaus had broken his curse, the witch had finally convinced him to let go. And when he did, it didn't take long before he'd stop his actions with her. He could see that she was struggling with how rough he was being. He hated himself for hurting her and after that had happened, he never did it again.

Klaus looked over at the door, hearing his girl closing the front door of the house they now shared. He quickly stood from the bed and listened to her steps as she was making her way to their room.

Opening the door, she saw him standing in the middle of the room and smiled softly. She put her bag down on the small table next to the door and slowly made her way over to him.

''Hey Nik, I've missed you today.''

He was just stood there, hands behind his back without saying anyhting, already feeling himself get aroused just by looking at her. She wasn't even wearing anything revealing, since it was cold outside. The outfit she had on was a simple pair of black jeans and a puffy jacket. What was under it was a mystety for Klaus.

Before the witch could wrap her arms around him for a hug, he took a step back and took a deeo breath before speaking up.

''Tonight's a full moon. A blood moon actually.''

The girl frowned a little and put her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

''I know that. Does it- mean anything different for you?''

Klaus clenched his jaw, his anger rising for no reason. She had done nothing wrong and yet he was already angry?

''You're a witch. You're supposed to know, aren't you?''

She was a little taken back by his sudden anger and sighed, making her way over to the bed and sitting down at the edge where Klaus had been sat before she came in.

''Yes, I am a witch, and yes, I know about the blood moon. However, I'm afraid I don't know why you are anrgy with me all of a sudden, Nik.''

Klaus tried his best to control himself before he spoke up again.

''Then you know that it makes it worse for me tonight. You know I have to leave.''

Looking down at her feet, she sighed again. She was tired of his excuses about hurting her whenever it was a full moon.

''I do know that too, Nik. But it's not just hard for you. You know how much I hate sleeping alone, not knowing if you're safe and okay, but yet you leave me anyway just because you're too selfish.''

Realising what she had just said, the girl looked up at him and let a small shaky breath escape through her lips.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean-''

Before she could finish her sentence, Klaus was stood in front of her, looking down at her with anger in his eyes.

''I'm selfish?! I've told you a thousand times, that I only want to keep you safe. I leave you, so I don't hurt you! How does that make me selfish?''

The witch has had enough of him. She stood up and glared up at him.

''You hurt me, by leaving me and pushing me away! All this time, all I have wanted was to help you. But you're too fucking stubborn to let me do it. I am not fragile Niklaus, I can keep protect myself and you know that damn well!''

Klaus was surprised by her outburst. She rarely yelled or got anrgy with him. In all honesty, whenever she got angry, he found it hot. And that just made the situation worse.

''You offer your help by offering your body.''

''Yes, because I know it is what you need, yet you deny and push me away.''

''Do you not remember the last time I accepted your help? Let me remind you, it did not end well.''

Clenching her jaw, she pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him back a little.

The second he felt her hand against his chest, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her down on the bed, making her fall down on her back.

''Niklaus what the hell?! Just let me help you, idiot. Stop being to damn tough all the time, I am your girlfriend for the love of God!''

The girl was back on her feet in the matter of seconds, looking up at him again. She knew he was angry, yet he was scared for her. She could see it in his eyes. She had also noticed the way his face reddened just the slightest bit when she touched his chest, she could see the way he looked at her. Hunger. That was what she saw in his eyes. He wanted her, she knew that, they both knew it. But he was scared, trying so hard to hold himself back from just giving in and taking what he wants.

''Nik... baby, please. I can see how hard you are trying to hold back. I've told you a million times that it's okay if you need me. You can do what you want.''

Klaus swore he heard a crack by clenching his jaw so hard. He craved her. He wanted to ruin her, to leave his marks all over her body, to take her over and over again until she begged him to stop.

''You don't know anything, love. You think you do, but you don't.''

The witch smiled softly at him and moved her hands up, gently putting them over his shoulders. She wasn't going to let him leave this time.

''Then show me. Tell me. Or simply just do it. I know how much you want to fuck me, Klaus, you're not hard to read when you're horny. Like now. You're giving it all away.''

Feeling her hands on his shoulders, he took a deep breath and stared at her. He knew what he wanted but the only thing going through his mind was the thought of hurting her. No matter how much he needed her, he had to stay away.

''I don't want to hurt you. This blood moon it- just makes it so much worse. If i give in now, I won't be able to stop until I've gotten what I need. You're human, love, you can't take all that. I'm scared I might actually break you.''

Sighing a little, she moved her hands away and slowly took off her jacket, showing that she was wearing yet another simple blouse under it. Putting it to the side, she looked up at him once again and drew in a breath.

''I can take anything you give me. I am not fragile, I'm not made out of glass. The one time we did this, I was only too worried for you that I couldn't focus enough, I was lost in my thoughts and that is why I started crying, but not because you hurt me. You could never do that.''

The witch slowly pushed her hand under his shirt, gently trading the pads of her fingers over his torso while looking him straight in the eyes. He had to give in, this time she knew he would.

Taking a deep breath, Klaus looked down at where her hand had disappeared under his shirt. He loved the feeling of her warm skin pressed against his. And at that moment, he snapped. He couldn't hold back anymore, he had to have all of her.

Putting one of his hands on her hip, he vamp sped to the wall, pushing her against it whilst wrapping his other hand around her little neck. Hearing her loud gasp at the sudden movement, he held her tightly and leaned his face closer to hers, their lips just a few centimeters away.

''Fine. You win. But remember that I warned you and now I will only stop once I have taken what I want.''

The girl nodded her head quickly, trying to move forward and kiss Klaus, but his grip around her neck kept her still. Whining quietly, she moved her hands and pulled on his shirt, wanting it off.

''Nik...''

He could hear the desperation in her voice. She craved him just as much as he did.

Finally he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly and gently at first before quickly getting more eager. Klaus pushed his tongue inside her mouth, and used the opportunity to slip his hand under her blouse, putting it over her soft tummy, letting out a small groan into her mouth. He slowly pulled away and looked at his girl.

She was out of breath, a dark shade of red creeping up her face as she stared up at him. His hand was still wrapped around her neck and his hand was still under her blouse.

''You are the most beatiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.''

Klaus took his hand out of under her blouse and dragged her to the bed by her neck. He let go of her before turning her around and pushing her down so she was bent over the bed.

The witch loved being manhandled. Having Klaus be so rough with her turned her on so much, she thought she could come just by that. And they were just getting started.

As he was looking down at her, a smirk dancing on his lips, he gently put his hand through her hair before wrapping it around his fist and pulling it back harshly, a small whine leaving her.

''Do you like it when I'm rough with you, love? Hm? I bet you do. I bet that when I strip you of your clothes, you'd be dripping for me already, wouldn't you?''

Turning her head slightly to the side, she tried to look up at him. A small teasing smile took over her face before she spoke up.

''Is this all that you've got?''

He let go of her hair, instead pushing her head back down onto the matress. Slowly taking a step back, he took off his belt and threw it on the ground before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off. He didn't want to play games anymore, he wanted to have her.

Klaus then grabbed onto the hem of her jeans and ripped them apart, quickly pulling them off of her. She gasped and tried to look up at him, an anoyed expression on her face.

''Really, Nik?''

He only gave her a smirk in return. He got closer to her again, the bulge in his boxers pressing against her ass. He put his hands on her hips and held them tightly. The girl was sure, that the grip was tight enough to leave bruises on her skin.

''This is your last chance, love. If i start, I will not stop.''

Without saying anything, she pushed herself back, slowly grinding against him and letting out a small teasing moan. That was all that Klaus needed.

The hybrid pulled down his boxers before getting rid of the girl's panties as well. The need to come was the only thing he had in his mind at that moment. He brought his hand up, spitting in it before moving it back down and wrapping it around his cock, pumping himself a few times, a small groan leaving him.

The girl was curious about what he was doing. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but Klaus noticed that and instantly pushed her head back down once again. Before she could protest, she felt him pushing his cock between her dripping folds. She moaned softly and closed her eyes.

Klaus grabbed onto her hips again before slowly pushing inside of her. A moan escaped his lips as he threw his head back.

''Fuck.''

Whining a little, the girl tried to push herself back, needing more of him. She thought that she was just as desperate for this as he was.

''Klaus just do it already!''

He looked at her, his jaw clenching as he gripped her hips tighter. With one quick movement, he bottomed out inside of her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. The hybrid heard her cry out but he was too lost at the feeling to care. There was no going back.

Holding her, he started thrusting into her, fast and rough. He has never felt so good while having sex before. Klaus could already feel himself getting closer to the edge, even though he had just started.

Another moan left him. He brought his hand to his girl's ass and slapped it hard, loving the noise she let out at the feeling.

He kept thrusting his cock deep into her, almost pulling all the way out before slamming right back in, his balls rubbing against her clit.

He didn't notice when the witch came all over him the first time, he just kept up his pace, trying to reach his high.

''You're taking me to well. You're my little fuck toy, aren't you?''

He just couldn't help himself. He loved to praise her, knowing how much pleasure it brought to the both of them.

Klaus thrusted a few more times into her, a loud moan leaving him as he threw his head back again, his seed spilling deep into her.

He took a few seconds to calm his breathing before he slowly pulled out and flipped his girl over. She was now looking up at him with a pleading face as she tried to reach her hand down and grad a hold of his cock. He just stared at her, letting her touch him.

''Get off the bed and on your knees. Now.''

She quickly got up from the bed, giving him a small smile before slowly kneeling down into his feet, sliding her hands down his chest as she did so. When she looked at his cock, she was surprised it was still hard but she quickly got to work. She knew what Klaus wanted of her.

She gently wrapped her hand around his thick cock, giving it a few strokes, sliding her thumb over his tip every now and then. Hearing him moan her name under his breath, gave her all the confidence she needed.

The witch stood up a little bit so her face was right in front of his cock. She kept stroking him as she moved her other hand up to cup his balls in it, squeezing them gently.

Klaus looked down at her and groanded.

''You're teasing. I can't be having this right now.''

Moving his hands down, he held her hair back, pushing his cock to her lips. She instantly opened her mouth and mentally prepared herself for what was about to come.

Klaus smirked at her before roughly pushing himself into her mouth, starting to fuck her throat like it was her pussy. He ignored the sound of her chocking and gagging around him, just focusing on his own pleasure. He had never been more selfish in his life, and right now, he loved it.

He kept fuking her throat like his life depended on it. The girl was sure it's hurt days after that but she didn't care. All she cared about was him.

''You're such a good girl, love.''

He groaned and let go of her hair, patting her cheek with his hand whilst looking her straight in the eyes.

''When I come. you're gonna swallow it all like the good little come slut you are, okay?''

She couldn't do anything except just let him keep fucking her throat. When she felt him throb, she knew he was close. The witch felt him moving his hand to the back of her head, pushing it down, making her take his cock balls deep into her mouth as he came once again, spilling his hot seed down her throat.

He held her down for a few seconds after his orgasm had washed over him, making sure she swallowed everything he gave her. Klaus then slowly pulled out of her mouth and wiped the tears that had escaped her eyes with his thumb.

''You did so good, my love, but I am not quite done with you yet. Now get back on the bed.''

AN: This is bad, but it's only like my first try to bear with me, lol.

#tvd #klaus mikaelson #tvd klaus #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #smut #writing #x reader #female characters #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson imagine #niklaus imagines #tvd universe

[covenantofthedeep]

but i'm right where you left me ☆

feat. | kaveh, kaeya, xiao, and ayato! summary | you're moving, but he'll wait an eon for you. - angst a/n | ahahaha i haven't written angst in so long. my ayato one is the best lowkey so i'm putting it at the top 😇😇😇

kamisato ayato |

that night, as ayato refers to it in his head, left him wounded and reeling and never wholly himself again. that night, where you had kissed him gently, too gently for the words cutting out of your mouth, and then left. that night, where you had vanished without a trace and promised you'd be back. that night, two years ago.

you had been eating a picnic dinner in front of the kamisato estate, the waves lapping at your bare feet, leaning against his shoulder. moonlight had wreathed his face in a holy glow, and a sharp pang of regret had dug itself into your ribs and stayed there. did you really have to leave? couldn't you just stay here, frozen in time, on this sandy beach, with the man you loved?

"ayato," you tell him, leaning into his ear. "i've got something to tell you."

he rests his chin against you, leaning his cheek on the crown of your head. "what is it, love?"

and suddenly you don't want to tell him, but the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, and he draws away from you, hurt flashing in his brilliant blue eyes. he caresses your cheekbone with his finger, telling you it'll be okay, it'll be fine, you'll be back before the blink of an eye, it'll be okay.

his heart protests as he wraps ice around it, willing himself not to cry. he's not emotional; never will be. you smile at him, telling him thank you for being so understanding, telling him i love you and i'll miss you and thanking archons that he isn't upset.he nods through the rest of the night, numb and hot and cold all at once.

and then you leave, and there's a sinking pit in his stomach, because he wonders if you'll ever come back. how many years, he wonders, can he go without you until he withers up and fades away?

kaveh |

he's never been overly sappy with you, choosing instead to shower you with trips and picnics, flirtatious smiles and fancy dinners (although how he affords it, you don't know), as he's done with every other one of his lovers. he's considered himself a man of strong self-worth, never shattering when he's been dumped.

something about you, though, has him on his knees. he wants to beg and plead until you stay, cry and confess his love to you a thousand times. he's not a very emotional man; ask anyone. the pain in his eyes makes you want to stay and take his face in your hands and kiss him until he feels better, but you've got to go. a droplet of rain hits the back of your neck, making you shiver.

"i have to go. i think it'll be good for you, maybe you can branch out--" you start, but he cuts you off. he reaches for you, taking your hands in his.

"do you think i would want anyone else but you? all the days we spent together, did those mean nothing to you?" he pleads of you. wind whips your hair into your eyes, and he reaches forward and tucks it behind your ear. you've never seen him so vulnerable, and you have to leave before you can't.

and so you do, turning your back on him, leaving him standing in front of the akademiya, a dark silhouette against the cold, troubled sky.

"i'll wait for you," he calls after you. "i'll wait forever and ever until you come back."

kaeya alberich |

kaeya's never loved anyone as much as he's loved you, and between his devil-may-care exterior, and the way he won't share anything with anyone, you hadn't realized. when you tell him you're leaving, he's drops his wine glass. it shatters, and he steps over it, reaching for your arm. "no, love," he says, eyes desperately searching your face.

you swallow back a lump in your throat as you step away. "i have to go, kaeya," you tell him, tears pressing behind your eyes.

the sun highlights your body, and he thinks bitterly that you've never looked more perfect than you are now. it's the middle of the day, and you're on the balcony, his wineglass at his feet, shattered and akin to his heart.

you press your lips together to stop them from trembling and whisper, "i'll come back, kaeya. i promise."

he can't conjure up a response, instead turning away and leaning against the railings, looking down at the sidewalk below. he's tense; you want to change your mind and throw yourself at him and hug him and never let him go but.

but.

"if you're going," he says thickly, refusing to look at you, "then go."

his split heart doesn't pick itself up until many years later.

xiao |

xiao has known pain, agony so deep and gut-wrenching it doubles him over. xiao has known loneliness and sadness. he has known ecstasy--but only after he met you.

he always thought the two of you were perfect, forever a package deal, a pair. you clearly had different plans, and now his pain is back, familiar and terrifying.

"xiao," you plead, "it's not for forever."

he takes a deep breath, inhaling the petrichor air, the rich smell of the ground that you're lying on. rain pelts his face and his hands and his hair, beading on your eyelashes and concealing the tears that trickle down your cheek and into your hair.

you watch him anxiously, considering turning towards him and taking his hand until he looks at you, maybe--

"oh, my love," he says finally, turning towards you. there are so many words he could say. with you, i am happy. i am calm and safe. i can smile and laugh. with you, i am complete. he says none of these, instead opting for, "why?"

you blink away more tears, raising your arm to shield your face from his cut-glass gaze, his hurt eyes. i love you, you want to blurt. i'll always love you. but it'll hurt more, and instead, you get up and turn away. "i'll miss you, xiao," you tell him. "i'll come back."

he watches your retreating form, wondering where he went wrong. how many more years would he spend back in grayscale, without you to light up his days with splashes of aquamarine and vermillion?

#🔆 writes #i'm sorry if kaveh is ooc!! i hvaen't really interacted w him much in the archons and stuff #don't really know him v well haha #kaveh x reader #kaveh genshin impact #kaveh angst #genshin impact angst #genshin imagines #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya angst #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao angst #kamisato ayato #ayato genshin impact #ayato angst #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato angst #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you

[thesweetnessofspring]

Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)

Rated: E

Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.

Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?

Thank you to @louezem for being the best beta and cheerleader and for helping me track down the original version of this. And huge, huge, HUGE thank you to @ldyglfr62 for having an original version saved and sharing it with me again so I can revise and finish what I started 10 years ago.

Chapter One

I wait behind the stage as Caesar Flickerman makes jokes about his age, the audience roaring with laughter as he impersonates a hobbling old man horny for his Avox to give him a sponge bath. After forty-six years of hosting the Hunger Games, Caesar is retiring.

He wraps up his bit and the audience quiets. Caesar turns more serious as he says, "While I have bittersweet feelings about leaving, I'm excited to announce the new host of The Capitol Late Night Show and the upcoming Eighty-First Hunger Games: Peeta Mellark!"

My cue. I come on the stage, waving and smiling at the cheering people who create a pointillism painting, each one a dot of a different color. Caesar, with shiny metallic silver hair and suit to match, reaches out his hand, then jerks it back before I can grab it. I put my hands on my hips and shake my head as if jilted, raising titters among the crowd. Caesar and I shake hands this time, slapping each other's backs.

"Who would have thought when you were a tribute seven years ago, that you'd be replacing me?" Caesar asks after the cheers die down. "I certainly didn't!"

I grin. "I wouldn't either, Caesar. But so much has happened since then, and I'm so grateful for all of it. For the people of the Capitol to accept me after the Quarter Quell and those rebels destroyed my home. That I've been chosen for this job, and of course, to find love again."

"That's right, you're engaged! We haven't had a chance to talk since it's happened," Caesar says. His face grows solemn. "You must get this all the time, Peeta, but I have to ask: how do you think Katniss would feel about this recent turn in your life?"

Katniss again. I wish I could just get through one interview without that bitch's name brought up. But as she planned it, I can't escape her, even with her dead and gone for six years now. Even with another woman in my arms. Even with the rebellion squashed under the Capitol for a second time.

"I know Katniss wanted me to live a full life, even without her," I say, my voice soft. "She's not gone from my heart, she never will be, but Rosalia Snow has given me so much of the happiness and love I needed to heal. I think Katniss would be happy for us. If our fates had been switched, I know I would have been for her."

I've said something similar to this so many times I'm surprised the audience still sighs and I see a few people at the front have watery eyes. Their hearts break more for her loss than mine ever did. I let a slow, easy smile crawl back up my face.

"But what I think what the audience wants to know, Caesar, is what you'll be doing now," I say.

"Absolutely nothing!" Caesar says, and the crowd laughs and applauds.

"Watch your figure," I say. "You wouldn't want to lose it."

"But my dear Peeta, that's what retirement is for."

We continue our banter about body image, diets, and golf until time comes for us to sign off. We say good-night, the camera's red light stops blinking, and the audience stands up.

Rosalia's in the front row and climbs up the stage to come kiss me. Her rosy-pink curls brush against my cheeks. She pulls back a little, her bright green eyes fluttering open, and puts her left hand on my face, her engagement ring sparkling.

"How did I do?" I ask.

"Charming as always," Rosalia says, then the smile from her plump lips fade. "Except…"

"I know. But I can't help that they bring her up so much," I say. Rosalia's the only person alive who knows the truth about Katniss and I. Of how she twisted the first game so we were stuck with each other, how she abused me, how she never really loved me and only used me to get ahead in the Games. Only she knew of my relief to find that when Katniss blasted the force field in the Quarter Quell, she died.

Rosalia brushes my blond hair back. "Now that you're a host, will you please let me give you a make-over? I know I said blue before, but I’m thinking purple now, it’s much more in style. Of course, though, we won't even touch your eyes. They're perfect as they are."

I shake my head. "I'm sticking with the way I am."

Rosalia pouts, but contends as she always does when she wants me to get tattoos or dye my hair or fill my lips.

Caesar walks away from his crowd of fans at the edge of the stage toward the two of us. "Are you lovebirds coming to my party tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Rosalia says. I pull her closer into my chest, breathing in her flowery perfume.

"Any chance you could get that father of yours to show up?" Caesar flashes her his pearly smile.

“He’s less of a fan of parties than my grandfather was,” Rosalia says. 

“Probably better for the President to not be there, right, Caesar?” I say. “Won’t have to worry about keeping everything above board then.”

Caesar laughs. “Oh, Peeta. Sometimes you’re still that boy from Twelve.”

A breath jabs in the center of my chest at the mention of home like a shard of glass. The boy from Twelve, spoken of in such simple terms by people here at the Capitol. But I am now the only boy from Twelve. The only person. Not even Haymitch, discovered to be a rebel traitor and shot down in a hovercraft attempting to escape during the Quell, was left. 

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[enniewritesathing]

memory management (preliminary)

⏮️Previous || (📚Previous Stories) || Beginning ▶️

Charles: "Tonight's the night."

Daniel: "Hm."

Charles: "I'll be candid for just a moment. There were times I thought I wouldn't get this far, but it pays to have patience even if there is none." (He adds a small chuckle.) "...and of course, there's the question of a little persuasion."

(Daniel doesn't respond, and lets the low hiss of the ventilator be his answer.)

Charles: "I'm curious, Daniel. You've been quieter these past few days. More... pensive than usual. Did anything happen between you and Jordan?"

(Daniel blinks as the question snaps him out of thought.) "What? No, we're fine. Charles, I'm gonna be blunt; I have a bad feeling about tonight."

Charles: "A 'bad' feeling? What do mean by that? Speak your mind."

(Daniel takes a deep breath and sighs. This is going to be the only time he'll have an opportunity like this.) "I have a bad feeling; if we do this, John will die."

(He feels Charles' cold stare.) "I'll explain. He's been showing signs of strain for a while, a couple of months, a year at the most, but they're there. We know that his healing ability can be passive but I believe it's being broken down. Slowly, like a leak."

Charles: "Go on."

"Putting him on this regimen is accelerating it. He may be fine now but his heart is not going to be able to handle the trial. If, if, he survives, I don't think he'll live long after."

Charles: "Really? And what are you basing this off of? One of your 'hunches'?"

Daniel: "I've never been wrong when I get them."

(Charles eyes narrow. Of all the things to say... but he did allow him to speak. He'll entertain.) "You're doubting me."

Daniel: "What I'm saying is we have to call this off. We've done enough to try and help John and we haven't gotten anywhere near the goal. The data that we have right now is already invaluable and we should be looking at that instead."

(He shakes his head.) "Say we press on anyway? And then what?"

(Daniel jabs a finger at Charles.) "Everything will land on you when the trial goes sideways. He dies, Charles, and then what? How will you explain yourself to his loved ones?"

(Charles stares down the barrel of Daniel's finger and rolls his eyes with a scoff.) "Please cut the theatrics out; it is not your strong suit. You can keep the honorable act while you're at it."

"May I remind you that you are in this as much as the rest of us; you've been here the whole time. If you were actually honest with your feelings of morality, then you should have excused yourself well before now, Daniel."

(Daniel falters and Charles heaves a long sigh as he shifts his attention.)

"Have a little faith! You must remember we're trying to give Johnathan total control; he knows the costs and risks involved. The poor boy truly wants this."

(Charles regards John as he strokes his hair. Goodness, it's soft.)

"You're underestimating him. He's very strong and he's grown into a fine young man. Everything that we've done, every possible solution may have garnered less than ideal results, Johnathan has surpassed my expectations in every way. Even if there is damage, it's nothing he can't handle; he will heal in due time."

Daniel: "The only reason why John's alive is because he's a werewolf."

Charles: "Perhaps you are right. He is quite stubborn as well."

(He laughs to himself.) "Ah, that wolf. I can't tell you how many times I've seen that murderous look in his beautiful eyes. First chance he has, he will kill us. We've all heard his declaration. He is a threat to us, to all of us."

(A gleeful smile spreads cross his thin lips.) "All the more reason to get this dog under control! If we don't stop him, who will? We don't want him to be running wild, now do we? We have to put him in his place!"

(Daniel flinches. Something rises from his stomach and before he knew it, words he's held back comes out of his mouth.)

"You're mad, Charles! I know what you're doing now... you're running out of options and this is your last ditch effort! If you fail tonight, the werewolf wins and you can't fuckin' stand that possibility!"

"You have tortured him and John for years but not once, not fucking once, has he ever bend to you! This isn't going to work, Charles; deep down you know this. Your pride is blinding you! He dies, you fail. He lives, you fail and you'll have nothing to show. Just like you're a failed va--"

(Charles straightens up. His voice is cold and flat.) "I suggest you choose your next words very carefully. No; I won't tolerate what you said."

"Don't you ȩ̪͛v̘ͤ͝e̡͎͗r͙̓̀ speak like that to me again. I will determine the outcome of this trial. I will succeed. Do I make myself clear?"

(Daniel stares at a lost of words. Did the room temperature drop for a moment?)

Charles: "I will not repeat myself."

Daniel: "Yes, sir."

(Charles takes a meaningful look at John before turning away from him.)

"Understand, Daniel, that I will not stop until I get what I want. This is for the sake of Johnathan and I will exhaust all options available to make sure he is cured from his devilish affliction. Until then, he is mine."

"If you know what's good for you, don't get in my way. Is that clear?"

Daniel: (mutters) "...crystal."

(Charles takes a cleansing breath, smoothing out himself out. As he begins to walk away, his demeanor shifts to something that resembling pleasant.) "Good! Prep Johnathan for transport and report to the lab. You have two hours."

(Daniel didn't move for a while. Whatever Charles did, he didn't want to see that again; he wasn't expecting the mask he wore to slip like that. No doubt that the cost will be astronomically high, if he could even quantify it, for everyone involved. He hates that Charles was right.

He looks down at John and almost feels sorry for him. He is clueless about what's in store for the night ahead of him.

Daniel can't shake that bad feeling. He's always right when it came to that.)

// Next ⏭️

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the sims 4 story #story tag: memory management #oc: john #oc: the werewolf #oc: charles #oc: daniel #real pot = kettle energy right now #🤔🤔🤔 #i affectionately named john's pose 'go king give us nothing' #you're SO close dan. you really did 🫵 #also idk if charles has like. a reedy/creaky voice or a semi-deep voice #it fluxes

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

4 years, 40 facts about me loving napo... let's go 🏃🏻‍♀️

...or as @leonscape called it, 40 "Mopoleon" facts?! (picrew link)

the date of our "anniversary", June 19th, is one day after the date of the battle of Waterloo 💀

both our given names are of Italian origin

we're both leo zodiac signs

our birthdays are 8 days apart, in the same month

he's my first otome route ever played

i've only played his route once, in July 2019

i've never seen his dramatic ending

my first impression of him on a teaser tweet of ikevamp EN was that he looks like an asshole, and I didn't like his looks either...

my falling for him was utterly illogical as despite these thoughts I put him on my phone wallpaper a few days later (still before the release of ikevamp EN)

as of right now ao3 says he appears in 59 of my posted works: the total number of fics I have published with him is higher as a few of those are stand-alones in a multichapter fic (napoleon bday prompts 2019 +9, yumeweek 2020 +5, mini requests +4, headcanons +11 ) ...he appears in about 1/3 of all my fics!

we share a hobby of reading biographies! the official ikevamp character sheets state it as his hobby

our height difference is 18 cm

the @xxsycamore blog exists solely because of him, as well as my passion for writing - I started this blog because I wanted to express my love in some kind of creative way, as previously (and for the longest time) I thought my medium would be art instead of writing

despite that, my first ever posted fic is not with him but with Arthur!

I've always loved languages but he had influence over my choice of learning especially french in uni. It's hell but I don't regret it at all

I have a playlist with sleepy-themed songs for him 🥺

birds are my favorite animals (any kind) and he has a pet eagle!!

our mbti personality types are a so-called perfect match! infp + enfj

I don't like black-haired, blue-eyed men because of him, it was my type before him too! (not many such ikemens around but I have a handful of faves like that from other media)

as the fictional napoleon bonaparte is light years away from the historical figure, I thought I wouldn't be interested in learning about him - until I ended up reading multiple books on him, the thickest of which 680 pages... while I don't mix the two in my head, the napoleonic era history (+ russian empire history) is still pretty cool to know imo!

there's hardly any writer around here who hasn't received a napoleon request from me at least once... I'm so sorry...

it is implied in the game that napo has kissed boys (they were taking turns waking him up and they all know of his habit......) which gives me enough reason to headcanon him as bi....like me 🥺

I really suck at completing the bday creation challenges I host for him, as last year I did 0 prompts and the year before that 2....but in 2019 I did 10!

I love making bday gifts. I love birthdays. I don't have the exact number but last year a lot of characters received a bday fic from me but not napo 💀 partly because I was shadowbanned back then!

the only real tradition I have when it comes to his bday is to make homemade crepes since it's his favorite food! but my favorite part is eating them...

I still haven't watched the movie "Napoleon & Me"...

I don't have much napo merch, but I do have the Naplushieon doll which is plenty

I was still in highschool (11th grade) when I fell for him 🥺🥺🥺 it feels like ages ago

I love the song written for the ikevamp stage play and sung by his voice actor Nobunaga Shimazaki, "Lucida", so much you can even find it and play it on my blog... recently some kind soul uploaded the whole version on youtube (I've been waiting for so long....) and I haven't been the same since

my dream napo merch is the clothes hanger with his neck and face so that I can hang my silly little sundresses on him (I'm going to make it on my own actually, just watch)

after having so many random fic ideas for him that will never see the light of day, I accepted the facts at last and now I feel so much better and more chill

I'm currently working on fanart series where I try to post one tablet-drawn art of him every month... I have trouble keeping them simple as desired sometimes but I'm having lots of fun while learning (I still consider myself fairly new to drawing with my tablet)

once I wrote a death anniversary fic for napo!

the best napo song i've discovered so far is Wings by Su!YoON!

I don't know. anything. about his sequel. i just know the cgs. not that is hard to avoid spoilers LMAO

my most favorite napo cg is the 5th bday one (where they're in a field of roses) (it was on my phone's background for a very long time)

my most favorite napo card...that's a trick question but I think the one that is on the left banner in my blog (desktop view)

yes, yes I do want to go to Corsica one day what about it. I have a lot of other dream trip destinations too!

yes, I do love Napoleon cake (It's a russian recipe) (it was my bday cake in 2020)... but so do I love a whole lot of other cakes...!

Fact number 40 is that I love Napoleon a normal amount 😇 nono listen!! I do talk a lot about him, and here I tried compilating facts that are not too cheesy: believe it or not there are days I don't think about him, ok! I never pressure myself to get all the event bonus stories, or to always have a fic ready for him... in a world where im a worrywart about anything and everything, he's my safe place? my chill place? And if I begin to think about the gigantic mass of things surrounding him that are exactly aligning with what I love, with what comforts me, with what traits im looking for in a person, i'm going to get dizzy. So let's end this here with me saying, ily so much Napoleon 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 im such a nunuche sometimes but im your nunuche ‼️‼️

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon

[haoswhitepaws]

Want to share my (smut) dream with minghao with you.

For sure you can use it for your own imagination !

I had finally made it - I got VIP tickets for a Seventeen concert. At the very front of the crowd, beautifully dressed, beautifully made up, a high touch was also there. I had enjoyed the concert to the fullest and as cheeky as I am of course all my contact details and social media written on an index card and Minghao was put under. Minghao, my crush. I've been a fan of Seventeen for a long time, so I also follow the members on Instagram. I always look at Hao's posts, his stories.. even send him reels and posts that remind me of him.

And then the day came - he had accepted my chat request! We had always sent each other. More back and forth and wrote a lot, the conversation in English was no problem. This went on for many days, months, years, we had built a relationship..but it was very difficult between a pop star and a normal nurse. One day we decided that we would take a break together and meet in Tokyo. The Chinese from a Korean boy band in Japan; also a quirk for himself!

He was already in Tokyo a few hours before me and organised everything for our stay. I had another train ride ahead of me - he will pick me up from the station and wait for me there. I got out with my suitcase, it rained lightly. I looked for him and found him.. next to this black soda. He wore a black long trench coat and stood there with his black umbrella - waiting for me. The wind made his blonde long hair blow beautifully to the beat of my heartbeat. I was already slightly shy, we really haven't seen each other for a long time.

I slowly walked towards Hao, it took a moment until he noticed me and also discovered me, but he just stood there and waited until I was with him. The chauffeur took my suitcases from me, Hao wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. We saw a good moment deep in our eyes. "Tadaima" I said, "Okaeri" was his answer. He kissed me passionately as a greeting, while the tears of joy slowly flowed down my cheeks. He tenderly wiped them away from me with his thumb and said that we should go out for something to eat after this long trip.

The chauffeur took us to a traditional Japanese restaurant, where you had to take off your shoes in front of the restaurant and sit on the floor for dinner in a cross-legged seat. We enjoyed our food, had a lot to tell each other and also had a lot to laugh about. Now the bellies are full, next stop: hotel, unload luggage. We entered a really luxurious, sterile hotel, I had never dared to dream anything like that. The employees brought our luggage, the VIP and my little one to the room.

As soon as we entered the room, Minghao slammed the door a little - I reacted a little surprised and surprised. His facial expressions were like exchanged, suddenly he was so serious. I even got a little scared of him, I wasn't sure what would follow. He moved with a rigid look towards me, took my head with his two hands, steered my head upwards towards him and began to kiss me. Short, long, increasingly passionately short of breath. Phew, that -

I held on to his shirt, I needed something handy so as not to lose control. He began to strip down my neck with his hands, as well as on my back and butt. He opened my buttons on the blouse and took them off with a few simple steps; I got closer and closer, so I had to take a few steps back. He pressed me against the wall and whispered "You're mine now" while he led my hand to the buttons of his shirt. He continued to strip my body with his hands while I opened the buttons and gently brushed his shirt down his arms.

Minghao took me up in the whole and laid me on the bed, he leaned over me. His body temperature was significantly higher than mine, his heartbeat became one with mine. I brushed him over his back - he let out a slight "mhh" and got goose bumps in the places where I touched him. He continued to kiss me, also brushed my arms and back and drove his hand under the bra to my breasts. I wanted to open his belt to him at the same time, but I realise that he wasn't wearing one at all, but I discovered Hao's errection haptic and tactile.

He pushed himself closer to me and I felt it clearly on my thigh. He opened my bra and took it off while his delicate lips gently touched my neck and his breath warmed my skin. I drove him playfully through his blonde hair; feels gentle like silk. He kissed my body once - neck, collarbone, sternum, breasts, rib area, stomach - opened my buckle and the zipper on the skirt and pulled it down. I was like switched off, could hardly think neither process what is happening at the moment.

He removed his pants himself and rubbed himself on me, on my intimate area. More and more excitement was looming with us; my panties are now completely soaked, his tight boxers also had clear wet spots - from me and from himself. Suddenly he stopped and leaned over me. I didn't know what happened but he didn't say anything either. He just looked at me. "Ming...hao... please.." I whispered "Please, what?" He asked in a stricter tone. "Please... don't stop and.." I went on. "And what, babygirl, and what? What do you want me to do?" He answered. "...and fuck me!" I moaned.

He didn't let himself be told this twice - he moaned lustfully and rubs me further and further with his hand (my panties can be thrown away in the meantime) pushed my panties to the side and fingered me. Not long after, he pulled his shorts down a little so that his cock was free and penetrated me. This feeling was incredible.

I was so excited at that moment alone that there is always the possibility that he could trigger an orgasm in me. He moved smoothly, his hip swing is incredible. Started in missionary, the shocks were regular. He was with his upper body quite close to mine, so that his skin kept sliding over mine.

Slowly he got faster and faster, I got louder and louder. He grabbed my legs, straightened up and put my legs on his shoulders; the thrusts became deeper and more intense. His moans, so gentle, so passionate, so wonderful. I love his voice so much, but that's so much better.

Hao grabbed me again, turned me around so that I stood on all fours, grabbed my hair and pushed my head down while he continued his thrusts from behind. It was so intense that I almost had to scream, but Hao shut my mouth.

But he didn't have it easy either, he pushed me around again I was now sitting at the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me, with his stand almost in my face. "Suck," the only thing he said to me. I took him in my mouth and gave everything, he had his hand on the back of my head and thus determined the pace; until finally his thighs began to tremble and he came in my mouth.

Now he knelt in front of me, his face disappeared between my legs. He squeezed my legs apart, I began to tremble all over my body - but he got to finish me.

Afterwards, we took a loving shower at home, cuddled in bed and fell asleep in spoons.

#minghao #the8 #seventeen #xu minghao #smut #imagine #18+ blog #nswf post #dream

[finniestoncrane]

Heyo finnie!! Congrats on 1500 I'm so proud of you! I hope you have fun with this event and don't burn yourself out! You deserve nothing but the best! 💚💚

Anywho, I'm here for a blind date..., I've never been on one before but always been interested lol.

So...I know you already know like probably WAY TOO MUCH about me (more than you cared to EVER know lmao)and we're kinda similar hehe BUT I'm gonna try and describe myself for you anyhow lol

I'm a 24 year old woman who is often described as thoughtful, wise, and genuine. If I'm not writing, I'm drawing or vice versa. I'm usually creating or working on something! My interests often vary but they're usually centered around cartoons and comics! I love video games even though depending on the console I'm shit at them but enjoy the concepts and art that goes into them nonetheless! Basically I'm a socially anxious mess of a nerd that's trying her best lmao.

Hope this is decent enough that was really hard🥴😂

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: there were so many options i could have picked from ri but i knew in my heart EXACTLY who to send you on a date with💚

"Hello, and welcome to the Vill-Inn! Your date has been here getting things ready. I hope you weren't in the mood for soda and burgers, because he's ordered tiny sandwiches and a pot of tea for the table..."

As you approach your table, your date stands up and takes off his top hat, holding it in both hands in front of him nervously as he introduces himself.

"It's so wonderful to meet you! I'm Jervis."

You can tell he's impressed that he's made it through the whole sentence without stammering, and it's hard not to offer him a warm smile in return for his charming grin, punctuated by his protruding overbite.

He's quick to try and get to know you, but equally forthcoming about himself. And he mentions repeatedly how nice it is to have someone who is so polite and attentive, willing to give him so much attention.

Jervis is also extremely interested in your writing and art, especially taken by how creative you are. Like you have invented worlds to escape into on a whim.

"Why, you could have created as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

And when you broach the subject of Lewis Carroll, he's entranced by your knowledge, how much you know, how bright your eyes are when you talk about it. Which by the way, don't think he hasn't noticed your blonde hair and blue eyes. You'd make a wonderful Alice, truly. And though he wants to compliment you, he really is struggling to find the words.

"You do look marvellous, my dear. But I'm finding it difficult to put it into words. I think I could, if only I knew how to begin."

When you blush at his words, so poetic, so charming, he's completely besotted. Shy, unaware of how magnificent you are? It would be very easy for him to swoop in and claim you as his own.

For what feels like forever, he listens, eyes wide and holding his chest, as your tell him about your love of comics, games, and cartoons. Wonderous, joyous hobbies, escapism with whimsy, something he is familiar with himself.

The wait staff interrupt you though, and you realise that they're cleaning up around you. You wonder how long you've been talking, commenting on how it feels like only a moment you've spent with him. It's silly, but you tell him you hope that you haven't talked too much, or wasted the time to get to know him more as he was listening to you.

"If you knew time as well as I do, or how deeply intrigued by you I am, then you wouldn't talk about wasting it."

#finnie1500 #finnie writes

[unchained-hound-dog]

Austin request :-) first date with a shy reader who is really flustered and Austin is so comforting and fluffy

thank you for your request! hope you like it!

As you styled your hair for your upcoming date, your stomach felt like it was doing somersaults whilst in your head you were drying to work out which outfit to wear.

You'd some how managed to agree to go on a date with Austin Butler, not that going on a date with him was a bad thing, but you'd been friends for many years now, you met whilst he was still with his ex-girlfriend and the three of you had gotten on very well; your friendship with her dissolving post-breakup. You'd always seen Austin as just a friend, but during lockdown it seemed to be you who he would call or facetime when he needed to run lines,

'Austin it's 3am'

'I know but I need you to tell me if I'm hitting this note I can't tell'

You'd both spent time one-on-one with each other, grabbing a coffee or having lunch but your friendship had turned slightly more romantic after an evening at your appartment, it was the first time you'd properly been able to spend time with Austin since he'd stopped filming his never ending list of movies. You'd prepared a lovely meal and 2 bottles of wine had been polished off when you found yourselves cuddled up on the sofa, red-wine stained lips moving so gently against each others. You'd spent the following day avoiding Austin as much as you could, worrying that something you'd wanted to do for so long had just been a drunken moment in his eyes.

However you didn't expect him to turn up to your appartment with flowers or for him to ask you on a date that evening. So here you were, putting the final touches to your outfit before Austin arrived. All he'd told you was dress casual, so you'd opted for jeans, sneakers and a blouse.

You were just throwing things into your bag when your phone began to buzz, Austin informing you he was parked next to your car downstairs. You quickly locked your apartment up and made your way downstairs, heart racing and mind wandering.

'Well hello there' Austin was leant against his passenger side door, a low whistle leaving his mouth before he'd spoken.

'Casual enough?' you did a quick twirl before giving Austin a small hug.

'Perfect, come on lets go' he opened the car door, allowing you to get in and get yourself comfortable before shutting the door.

The drive to wherever Austin was taking you was chilled, your fiddled with your fingers in your lap as chewed gently on your bottom lip as Austin tapped his fingers on the wheel along with the music.

'Nervous over there?' His gaze met yours as he stopped at a red light.

'No' you tried to play it off but a small blush crept across your face

'Don't have to be you know'

You arrived at a small park, Austin put his car in park and reached behind you to grab something from the back seat.

'Member you used to say a picnic under the stars would be a romantic date, so here we are' he held the picnic basket on his lap, a small grin on his face

'Austin' you blushed again, the fact he'd remembered something you'd said so long ago making your heart swell.

'Come on' he jumps out the car and opens your door for you.

You both make your way to a small hill within the park, once you set yourselves down you begin unpacking the basket. Your hands shook as you pulled everything out, including a small bottle of wine.

'You're gunna spill somethin' if you aren't careful' Austin's teasing voice had you realising that your shaking hands were holding a tray of dip that was about to tip over.

'Sorry, just a bit flustered'

'Why?' Austin took the plate from you and set it down.

'Well, this is something I've only dreamed off, a date with you, but I don't want to mess things up' you shrugged, Austin closed the lid of the basket and moved to sit beside you, his arm going around your shoulder and pulling you in to kiss your head.

'You haven't got to get flustered or nervous, I'm no different now to a week ago when we were just friends. Lets enjoy the evening, hell if one of us hates it then we will go back to being friends, hmm?' He's looking down at your face when you turn your head to face him, your eyes moving from his down to his lips.

'Yeah' you breathed out before your lips connected with his, the beginning of many more date nights to come.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine

[omniblades-and-stars]

WIP Whenever I Don't Care You're Not My Real Dad

I got tagged by @korblez for this. So I'm gonna post something that is 100% absolutely his fault. I haven't written a ton this week, so this is what I have to offer today.

I'm brain dead for real after the week I've had work. So you, if you're reading this, I have tagged you. Yes, you! Go forth, share with us.

Without further ado snippet of the thing I'm working on (sorry, not sorry):

BLOOD & GRENADINE

The pair walked casually to a small table set in a corner. It gave them a good view of the entire ballroom. And the view of the ballroom?

It was like someone watched far too many ancient vids about old Hollywood parties, with the old art deco style with the dark walls and solid line accents to break it up, but instead of stylish gold, they embedded weak cyan lights into the wall. The effect was like looking at old computer chips except it gave you a migraine if you stared at it too long. The lights cast strange shadows.

Across the room on the far side were rows of floor to ceiling windows and glass doors that led to high balconies with large ferns planted in cement planters cast with thick, angled lines to further ape a time long since passed. Those Zaeed couldn't find any faults with. Maybe a drink or two in, he might have been willing to even say that he liked them. Three or four and maybe he'd put on a trilby and start talking like an old school mobster for shits and giggles, schee?

“Too many goddamn windows,” Zaeed muttered.

“We'd be sitting ducks if there was a sniper out there,” said Garrus at the same time.

Negative one.

They sat across from each other and Massani wasted no time in perusing the drink menu. Fancy wines, over-priced liquor, cocktails that cost enough to feed a family for one night. Ah well, when in Rome and all that. He was going to get a drink. Just add it to the tab for Red to reimburse him for.

“Are you really going to drink tonight?”

Zaeed raised his eyes only scooch off of the menu to respond with a wink, “You want people to believe this is a dinner date, or what?” Usually, he just drank his liquor straight, whiskey, bourbon, vodka - shit, it didn't really matter. That burn as it went down was what reminded him that he was still breathing. Taste didn't really matter when you were often scraping the bottom of the galaxy's barrel running hither and yon chasing down assholes for credits. Didn't mean he was a man without taste, he just knew how to turn it off, measure his expectations. “'Sides, one drink isn't gonna do anything to me except cost me enough credits to buy a new scope for the old Mattock.”

Garrus' mandibles fluttered briefly as he considered the wisdom of Zaeed's defense. Or more accurately, considering just how often he'd seen him with a tumbler of some brown liquor or another during the years that they'd been working together now. Given the truly unbelievable number of bottles left over as evidence of Shepard and Zaeed's contest (the number of which could have killed a krogan), it was within the scope of belief that drinking one cocktail wouldn't make a dent in the man's sobriety.

Having decided that Zaeed was correct, Garrus picked up the menu to peruse it himself. The offerings of dextro safe wines and liquors were unsurprisingly small, and included dual-chirality options that were just right out. Those were never good. He'd be better off chugging a bottle of rubbing alcohol based on taste alone.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I'll be your server tonight,” a chipper young woman with curly hair interrupted their ponderance of booze and its variations with a broad smile on rosy cheeks. “Dinner will be served in about fifteen minutes. May I get you something to drink while you wait?” She was a pretty girl, with masses of curly brown hair that were barely wrangled into a braid, and doeish, brown eyes that looked far too happy to be living on Earth post-near-apocalypse.

Zaeed heard a rumble in Garrus' chest, that same one that always came before he made a bad joke. And coupled with the daring glint in those baby blues of his, Zaeed knew that it was on. “Hm, I don't know. Darling, what looks good to you?”

Even.

“For you, love, the Brandy Alexandrus. You have quite a sweet tooth,” Zaeed practically purred without looking up from his menu. Blue was going to have to try a lot harder than that if he wanted the merc to crack. He sat through Shepard's god awful speech before hitting the Collector base without so much as cracking a grin. Besides, he'd definitely been to dinner with a helluva lot worse than the likes of the smug turian across from him. At least he was reasonably certain that Vakarian wouldn't try to kill him by the end of the night.

#daisy screaming into the void

[crimson-calligraphyx]

2: What Do You Want From Me?

Sometime later in the night, I had sidled up next to Noah as we continued to drink. I had learned a couple things about him; he grew up here in Richmond and is an aspiring musician having formed a band. I figured out what he had been writing were lyrics, though I respected his privacy and didn't try to read what he had on his page.

I spin the nearly empty pint glass between my fingers, glancing over at Vic who had been fluttering around behind the bar. It's been a steady night for her, and now that it was getting later, most of the crowd was funneling out, allowing her to finally start to clean up a bit. I watched her stuff as many glasses she could in the dish washer, slamming it shut as steam billowed out from it.

I figured it was about time for me to go, noting that the clock above her was nearing midnight. Standing, I pulled a few bills from my wallet to cover my tab and then some. "Headed out?" Victoria calls out, focusing on polishing the liquor bottles she had been slinging around all night. I nod, even though I knew she wasn't looking at me. "Yeah, I figure I'd get out of your hair and head on home." She finally looks my way, a small smile on her lips. "Alrighty. Walk safe, let me know when you get home." "Thanks Vic, I will," I say, slipping into my jacket and hoisting my purse over my shoulder.

I push the front door of the bar open, a suctioned gust of wind slapping me in the face. Stepping out, I wrap my jacket tighter to my body in attempt to block out the brisk air. Thankfully it was only about a fifteen-minute walk back to my apartment.

"Hey, wait," I hear a low, velvety voice call from behind me. Only making it a few feet from the building, I turn around thinking I had left something behind, and a patron was kind enough to run out whatever said thing was. I was met with the same gentle upturn of Noah's lips as his slim body made its way towards me. I scrunched my brows in confusion. "I know we don't really know each other, but—" he shrugged sheepishly, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. "I figured you'd like some company. It's late and you never know..." he trailed off. I put two and two together, my own minuscule smile forming on my face from the kind gesture. "Right. Thanks, but I'm okay. I live not too far from here," I say as politely as I could, beginning to turn on my heel, back the way I was headed. "It's the least I could do. You kept me company and bought me a drink." "How do I know that you're not gonna drag me down an alleyway?" I cock an eyebrow at him, holding back the snicker I could feel forming in my throat.

I watch his face fall, almost pained that I would nab him as a predator. He nods his head slightly, starting to turn back to the bar, defeated. I let the chuckle out. "I'm kidding, Noah. That would be very kind of you." He lets out a bashful breath, scratching the back of his head, an inkling of a smile forming on his face again. He closes the gap between us as I turn back around, resuming the trek towards my home. We walk in silence for a decent amount of time. Oddly enough, it was a seemingly comfortable silence. He gave enough distance between us where he wasn't brushing up against me, respecting my boundaries. Which was a relief—as nice as he seemed, I still didn't know him. Why he felt compelled to walk me home, I wasn't really sure.

What do you want from me?

"So," I start, clearing my throat. "You said you grew up here?" I turn my attention to him. I watch as he nods, glancing over at me and responds with 'mmm'. "I'm shocked I haven't seen you around here before. I've been visiting Vic at the bar for years," I reply, thumbing over my shoulder in the bar's direction. He chuckles. "Yeah, I only started going there recently on weekdays. Weekends are too loud to focus." I bob my head in understanding. "Plus, we just got back from a small tour not too long ago."

We continued to make small talk as we neared my apartment complex. He asked me if I was still going to school, which rolled into the topic of what I did for work. To keep it simple, I told him my job title was a "Route Supervisor" for the DPW, which basically meant I had to make sure everyone was where they needed to be at any given time. He seemed to understand what I had summed up, asking me why I was up so late if I had to work early in the morning. Smart fella.

Not wanting to dampen the mood with my personal shit, I told him that I had extra vacation time that I needed to take by the end of the year. In reality, I needed a break. A mental break. Between the shit with my ex, my father being sick, and the newbies having a hard time settling in, it was a lot. I wasn't fully lying; I did have vacation time that should be used up, but it rolls over into the next year. Anyway, he didn't need to know that tidbit of unnecessary information.

We eventually reach the front of my apartment complex. Heading up the walkway to the door, I fish my keys out of my purse. "Well, uh... Thanks for joining me on the walk home," I say while looking up at him. It was then I realized just how tall he was, standing nearly a head taller than me. "Yeah, not a problem." He grins, his eyes crinkling slightly at the outer corners. I return the smile, beginning to turn towards the door when he catches my attention again. "Hey, I never caught your name." I bring myself to face him fully once more, a giggle slipping past my lips. "You're right, my bad. Olivia," I say, sticking my hand out. "Or Liv, whichever you prefer." His large hand engulfs mine in a firm grasp, exchanging a shake momentarily. "Nice to meet you, Liv. I'm Noah," he says with humor lacing his voice. "Pleasure to meet you, too," I chuckle, glancing down at our connected hands.

I take note of the ink he had; some sort of calligraphy on his knuckles that I couldn't quite make out at first glance, and an animal—a goat? Lamb? Either way, I couldn't help but to wonder what else he had etched into his arms as my eyes trailed over his skin. I mentally shake my head, stopping myself from involuntarily pulling his sleeve up in curiosity. I take my hand back, smiling up at him, "Have a nice night, Noah." He gives me a small wave. "See you around," he says as he turns to make his exit.

As I settled into bed, the only thing I could find myself thinking about was Noah. The way his hair cascaded over his shoulders and framed his face slightly, the supple tone in his voice, his timid mannerisms. His random act of kindness in walking me home, the warm smile he continuously flashed throughout the night, the lyrics he had scribbled on his notebook...

And most importantly, I wondered if his tattoos had any supposed 'color' to them.

|Chapter 3|

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic #fan fiction #fantasy #romance #fluff

[ussjellyfish]

Unwritten/Unpublished fics asks!

#9, 10, 13, 15, 16

😁

Thank you for asking!!

These are mostly from Lulu's travels across universes, which has not been published and sitting partially done in my WIP folder since this summer.

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

I have an partially completed fic where Lulu from Firefly universe jumps into basically post-season 4 canon. She's about 4. The fun part is that she's from Firefly, which is soft, and Katrina and Philippa are both alive, and together, and Michael and Laira are married. Laira's pregnant in that one, which let me have a very funny (to me) line in Quantum.

The part that will NOT be fun to write is when the universes intersect and there are two sets of people all in one scene. Really anything more than a handful of people talking is difficult, but two Michael's, two Laira's...nightmare to write.

Fun though! there's lots of fun little things, but uh...yikes for me and the pronouns and how to differentiate.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Rillak walks over by the window, still carrying Lulu in her arms. She turns so Lulu can see out of the viewport. "See the ships? The pretty one with sails is Bajoran." Lulu lifts her head, and Rillak turns closer. "Can I put you down? Admiral Vance knows how to get ice cream from his very important replicator and I bet if we ask nicely, he can get us some."

"We're not supposed to eat in the office."

Rillak crouches down, making herself even with Lulu's tearstained face. "The secret is, it's my office, and I can do what I want."

"And me?" Lulu smiles at that.

"And you, because you're my guest."

Walking over to Vance and offering her hand, Lulu stares up expectantly. "Let's get ice cream."

With Lulu occupied, Rillak eyes the wet patch on her suit and finds Michael's gaze. "I was coming out of a meeting and she came around the corner, sobbing, and threw herself at me. My security is a little embrassed, but it was fine."

Today is full of too many surprises. "She ran to you, ma'am?"

"She knows me. I don't know how, I've never—"

"Things are different in her universe, ma'am."

Rillak tilts her head, smiling a little. She raises her eye ridges. "Obviously, captain. How different?"

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

Right now there's Quantum, Lulu's travels across universe, a fic where Laira and Michael are dating (but not for very long) and Laira gets sick so Michael goes to rescue her from herself. (and they talk about how it is all right to be comforted and looked after), and a fic where Michael gets pon farr, and her crew realizes if they ask Laira to have sex with her, it'll be less awkward for everyone.

I don't have anything else I've thought about writing enough to have a WIP for.

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Philippa getting to see Michael (canon-y Michael). She loves Michael so much, getting to see any version of her is wonderful. This one she can make fun of because she's a captain, but she's lonely. Why is she so lonely? She could...Laira's right there are you haven't figured out how much of a crush you have on her?

The private goodbye where Philippa tells her to go get Laira. You're happy with her in my universe, like stupidly happy, and you don't have me here to tell you what to do, so, go. Will be fun, and heartfelt.

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

Laira and Michael trying to give Lulu a bath, which all the chaos that would entail. The two of them deciding that calling each other by their first names is okay. Lulu getting Laira's hair all wet and the two of them laughing while Michael realizes how lonely she is.

She is captain, and she has her crew but she doesn't have an imperial niece or an almost mother working for Federation security, and a step-mother who is an admiral (Kat Cornwell) or Laira, who she married about a year ago in this universe, and they're having a baby. (Laira's probably the same amount of pregnant in Quantum right now that she is in Lulu's home universe.)

Michael realizing she's lonely for this life she doesn't have. Laira admitting the same thing. Lulu is delightful chaos that she'd never allow herself to have.

(and maybe she should)

and they look at each other, all wet in their tank tops and jackets off and Lulu's falling asleep in her pajamas and...they're going to miss her.

and each other when she goes home because they're not even friends here.

(but maybe they...)

They're very very cute when they're being awkward together. The "I don't love you yet, but obviously I could" feeling.

unwritten fic asks

#thank you!! #fic firefly #lulu's adventures across universes #rillham

[notsobxd]

task #3- absence

dear ma,

hi ma, it's james. jim. it's been a while, a long... long time, actually. i miss you.

i bet you're worried sick right now, wondering if i've managed to get myself killed — i'm sure you're looking to the stars and just hoping that i'm alright. hoping i'm alive. that i'm safe. i am, ma, i'm all of those things. i haven't gotten into too much trouble, and morgan is here with me— she's not really assisting in the staying out of trouble part, but you know they'd never let me do anything that would actually put myself in danger. maybe my reputation but, never me— never my life.

so, a bit of an explanation— i got stuck in this town on a planet called 'earth,' which is honestly a pretty fascinating planet. i remember hearing stories about it but, i always thought it ceased to exist. yet, here it is !! the town im in, it's called evermore. i know... weird name for a town, right ?? i thought so too. what's even weirder about it is that you can't leave it— no matter what you do or where you go, you'll always end up right back in town. that's why i haven't come home. that's why i haven't been able to contact you. i've written tons of letters like this but... space-mail isn't really a thing. not yet, anyways.

i've been here about a year or so now, though i'm not entirely sure. time seems to move so much slower on earth and yet i feel like the days are slipping through my fingers. i had a girlfriend for a little while, you would of loved her. her name is rosetta. she was... like everything you could have dreamed of for me to find in a partner. she was a gardener, and she LOVED flowers. i think you would have went crazy seeing how different plants are on this planet. she had this wild red hair and always was dressed to the nines, and her accent ?? it was adorable. she was adorable. though, as you can assume by my use of the past tense— we're not together anymore. she wanted to settle down, start a life here, make evermore WORK but... i'm itching to get out, ma. i can't stay here for the rest of my life. not when there are so many corners of the galaxy left to explore. it was for the best, and i still care for her even if i am lousy at showing it, but, god you woulda loved her. i know you would have. you both could have mothered me together, scolded me for not getting my life together in unison. now that woulda been a sight.

i've done a lot of things i'm not proud of here. i've fallen back into old habits, had some brushing-of-elbows with the law, made a couple enemies.... your head would likely be rolling hearing about some of the nonsense i get into— especially when me and morgan are left to our own devices but... i'm doing my best, ma. i'm thinking about you everyday. i'm thinking about you and the inn and long john silver. you've always been the strongest person i've ever known, and i wish i had a way to show you sign that i'm alive and i'm doing okay.

i've got some cool friends amongst the enemies, and... theres this girl i've had the most embarrassing crush on for as long as i can remember and i'm finally getting to know her. ma, she is out of this world. getting to hang out with her, to hear her thoughts, to see her smile ?? it's greater than any treasure i could find or adventure i could go on. she has the most fascinating outlook on the world, and everyday i get to know her a little better. she helps to keep me grounded, reminds me that there is still adventure left to have here. i don't know why she gives me the time of day but man— i'm a lucky dude for it. don't get too excited, though, i'm not going to tell you her name. i don't want to jinx it, but maybe one day, if i don't mess this up, you'll get to meet her. i hope you do.

i miss you more than words can describe, ma. i'd give anything to have you here with me right now. you always worried about losing me, but i promise that no matter how many lightyears apart we are— you'll never lose me. i'm still upholding my promise, and i'm gonna make you proud.

look for me in the stars, ma. that's where i always seem to find you.

your son,

jim.

#& task

[bonesandthebees]

It's very funny to see my dash filled with QSMP stuff yet not being into it myself. I think now I understand how all those people felt when they were exposed to DSMP content/discourse, because the stuff I see now sounds absolutely insane sometimes (I dropped off after Juanaflippa died and haven't been up to date ever since).

Anyway, the Halloween story! I really liked what you did with leading us to believe that Wilbur was the guilty one (the conversation in the bar really sold that idea) and then slowly letting us realise that maybe things aren't the way we think they are. Small towns hold so many secrets..

Burning down the corn somehow felt like the last punch they could pull and in a way it was very poetic. A nice sense of closure.

I also wonder what was Phil's reaction when the boys told him the story. Could you tell us more about it? (or redirect me to a post if this was already answered)

-🌹

LMAO I'm so sorry for filling your dash with qsmp I'm sure that's gotta be wild to experience. qsmp is insane enough when you know what's going on, the outside POVs have gotta feel so wild

I don't blame you for dropping off after juanaflippa died I definitely considered dipping but then the wilbur soot tallulah week happened and I was revitalized and became extremely invested in that beanie wearing egg with hair. then I got highkey attached to everyone else and now I rotate q!phil in my mind constantly he's soooooo :)

(general reminder to my followers: if something I post a lot of and don't tag is annoying you feel free to ask me to tag it so you can block the posts! I stopped tagging my qsmp posts a while ago but I can go back to doing that or create a new tag for them if you don't wanna see them)

anyway moving on

aw thank you I'm so glad you enjoyed!! I had a lot of fun playing around with the misdirection in the foreshadowing. that conversation in the bar was especially fun to write because quackity holds the same assumption as the readers: that wilbur killed their father. wilbur knows this is what quackity thinks and doesn't do a whole lot to dissuade that notion, thus further cementing the idea to the readers as well. it was a lot of fun wordplay for me

ngl I've just always wanted to write a midwestern gothic type thing that ended with a cornfield burning down the mental image is just too cool. also like you pointed out I thought it gave the story a nice sense of closure :)

okay so this ask doesn't get too long (and so people can keep things vague if they want) i'll put the 'what happens when phil finds out' bit under the cut

so I wanted to leave things with phil vague so the readers could make their own interpretations, but I'd like to think that phil actually suspected that wilbur and tommy had something to do with their father's disappearance from the start. he never put too much stock into it though because he always thought they would've told him if they did actually have a hand in it. so instead he just kind of purposefully turned a blind eye to all the signs and imagined their father probably went and pissed the wrong person off at the wrong time while drunk and got a bullet between the eyes as a result. it wasn't exactly wrong.

anyway, finding out that his original gut feeling was right and they were the ones to kill him hurts phil a lot. not because his brothers murdered their father, but because they didn't tell him about it for ten years. when more details get revealed and he learns that tommy was the one to shoot him and not wilbur, he understands a little more why wilbur was so reluctant to tell him but still, the hurt is there. at the very least, he understands why wilbur left now, and that's been an open wound for him for years at this point. so that bit of closure, combined with knowing for sure that their father is never coming back, makes up for the pain of knowing how long his little brothers lied to him.

basically the conversation ends with phil reassuring tommy a lot while scolding wilbur for leaving for eight years instead of telling him the truth. hours later though, probably once the sun has risen and tommy has passed out in his room, phil sees wilbur sitting at the dining table staring blankly into his coffee mug. he thinks about what wilbur told him before about how he learned to run away from him, and that phil wasn't there when they needed him. he thinks about the guilt in wilbur's eyes when he told phil that tommy had to shoot their dad because he just couldn't pull the trigger himself.

and phil goes and hugs his younger brother, and tells him that it wasn't his fault. that he did the best he could. that it's okay that he couldn't pull the trigger. and wilbur hugs him back, feeling like a little kid again wrapped up in his big brother's arms.

it's not okay yet. it might not ever be fully okay. but they're dealing with it. as a family this time.

#ask #rose anon #peeling scars

[beneathashadytree]

MAYA’S 2K+ FOLLOWERS EVENT!

Just a month or so ago, this blog hit 2K followers! It feels so surreal; to have so many people reading (and actually enjoying! Like, can you imagine?) my fics is a dream come true. To celebrate this incredible milestone, I’ve decided to hold an event! I will be opening my requests for the upcoming weeks—from today, 26/1/2023, till 9/2/2023. I’ll be outlining my requesting rules here💗

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR:

One Piece

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Moriarty the Patriot

Attack on Titan

Boku No Hero Academia

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu!!

Kuroko no Basket

Tokyo Revengers

Juiutsu Kaisen

Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Vampire

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Revolution

Check my regular rules for requesting to find out where I’m at in each series/game! And here is my full masterlist, if you’d like to check out my works!

GENRES I’LL WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (as long as I’m comfortable with it)

Hurt/Comfort

Angst to fluff

Platonic or romantic

PS: I generally write for gender-neutral readers! I try to be as inclusive as possible 🫶🏽

You can, of course, request more than one dialogue prompt. Any additional details you'd like, just let me know.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS:

Hi, I would like to request an angst piece for Jotaro Kujo in JJBA, prompt "Would you stop that?"

I want to request a smut piece for Vinsmoke Sanji, prompt number 64, reader is a switch and is the one saying it to him!

EVENT PROMPTS:

“No one's ever done that to me before.”

“Could you play with my hair?”

“I can't remember the last time I did this with someone.”

“That feels nice.”

“I haven't been hugged in years.”

“I never want to let go.”

“Let’s just cuddle forever.”

“You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I just want to be held for a little while.”

“You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

"I think I forgot what human contact felt like.”

“I need to remember what hugs feel like.”

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“My family was never the touchy-feely type.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I don't really know how to do the whole…..kissing thing.”

“You were my first kiss.”

“Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Can this stay between us?”

"I don't want you to go."

“Would you stop that?"

"Can we talk?”

"I have to tell you something."

"Take my hand."

"Sometimes I can't help but get lost in your eyes."

"This is my fault.”

"Talk to me. I'm here for you."

“Please, just come home."

"I didn't want to go to bed without you."

“You're doing it wrong."

"Go ahead, hit me."

“You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Why do you hate me?"

“Tell me something I don't know."

"Please don't make me go home."

"I've never seen you like this."

“You’re up early.”

"Let's just have sex instead."

"This part of you…seems to be very sensitive."

"Prove to me that you deserve this."

"If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too."

"Ah, I see you have a little problem. I can help."

"I've never been into this stuff…until I met you."

"I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."

"Be quiet. We're not alone."

"And what if I want you to do that?"

"It's okay, you're doing great. Keep going."

"Come back to bed."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"Can you feel what you've done to me?"

"Okay, but we have to be quick."

"Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before."

"I'll go gentle. Though, we can always change that."

"You shouldn't have said that. Now I can't resist you."

"I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!"

"That's it, there we go…just like that."

"Are you trying to seduce me? Because it's working."

"It's time for payback. Turn around."

"So you do like getting spoiled after all."

"Don't stop looking at me while you do it."

"You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more'"

"I want to love every inch of you tonight."

"Hey, hey, two on one is not fair!"

"Enough of that, let me fuck you."

"You can still keep going?! What in the world are you?"

"Take your time. The whole night is ahead of us."

"You like the way this fabric feels, don't you?"

"Your face is a mess… a very pretty mess."

[Prompts by @bewitchingmemes, @violettduchess]

EVENT MASTERLIST:

Spellbound (Giorno Giovanna, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Desperate (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Silk (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Inside (Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Call on Me (Chifuyu Matsuno, Tokyo Revengers)

Seduced (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Tender Love (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All Sensitive (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Obedient (Sir Crocodile, One Piece)

20 Years (Jotaro Kujo, Jojo’s Bozarre Adventure)

Hide Away (Sebastian Moran, Moriarty the Patriot)

Let Him Watch (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Show Me (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

All Marked-Up (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

After the Fall (William Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Firsts (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Perfect (Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Shameless (Mori Ougai, Bungou Stray Dogs)

Messy (Louis Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

Nights with You (Mycroft Holmes, Moriarty the Patriot)

Earnest & True (Albert Moriarty, Moriarty the Patriot)

All your positive feedback throughout this entire time—even when I was on hiatus—has uplifted me during the toughest times. I am eternally grateful for every single one of you wonderful people, and I want to give all that love back to you!💗

#imagine #oneshot #anime #otome #writing #prompt #2k followers event #request #requests #fluff #angst #smut #one piece #jojo’s bizarre adventure #yuukoku no moriarty #attack on titan #boku no hero academia #bungou stray dogs #haikyuu #kuroko no basket #tokyo revengers #jujutsu kaisen #mr love queen's choice #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen revolution #ikemen prince #jjba #op #maya talks

[theharrowing]

do u have any fic recs for stories that include morally ambiguous or questionable characters? kinda like collateral? open to either x reader or mxm. i have a mighty need & love your content & trust your judgment on fic 💜 thank u for sharing all ur hard work with us! x

ohhhhh do i???

i just want to preface with: these fics are often very dark, and in some ways very fucked up. there are actions in the fics that i do not condone. i will add some general warnings but please read every warning before proceeding if you are sensitive to anything. (i personally dive headfirst without reading any warnings bc i thrive on chaos and nothing bothers me. idk what kind of person that makes me.)

also, i will eventually add links to all of these on @nabiolivereads so if folks are into the heavier, darker stuff, know that soon there will be reviews for that kind of content over there, as well.

*places an arm gently around anon's shoulder and leads then through a beaded of curtain into the secret back room of my fic recs, where only esteemed customers are allowed to go*

first of all: i am pretty sure none of these fics are on tumblr. i assume you're down to clown on ao3, and all of them are open to the general public, anyway.

i haven't read a ton of mafia/fics like Collateral, but here are things with very morally ambiguous characters. and many of them are darker, in some ways, than Collateral is.

Fatal Compulsion by Vmintie ↳ Jimin, the only survivor of the Yongsan Ripper's prolific killing spree, is put immediately under police protection. Months later, the killer comes back for him. ❣ series, 251,009 wc ❣ Jimin x Taehyung with side pairings and other members ❣ serial killer, smut, angst, fear, toxic relationship, manipulation, graphic violence, torture & murder, cliffhanger ending. this is my favorite fic of all time. i know it has a hefty wordcount but you get so swept up into the story. i revisit certain chapters all the time.

Jewel of Busan and Butcher of Seoul by Vmintie ↳ Jimin finds himself embroiled in a heist that is set to bring about the fall of an empire. Taehyung is in on the action for reasons of his own. Jungkook wants Jimin the way a spoilt child wants a toy. And over it all sits Mother, the mysterious matriarch of Seoul's largest mob syndicate. Chaos is a ladder and its rungs are slick with blood. ❣ 2 stories in one series, 183,142 wc and 243812 ec, respectively ❣ Jimin x Taehyung with side pairings and other members ❣ mafia au, smut, angst, toxic relationship, manipulation, a smattering of accidental incest, major character deaths, unhappy ending. i cannot say enough about this series. it is so fucked up and so fun to read. i fucking cried like a baby, but god, it was so worth it.

lostland. by Daebon ↳ The moment Jimin saw Min Yoongi all those years ago, he knew he was in trouble. Seeing him now as a professor, with his thick-rimmed glasses and pressed suits, Jimin can feel himself slipping again. It’s a good thing he’s being distracted by his new friend Hoseok, the campus’ most infamous and straightest fuckboy, or he could really get himself into quite a mess. Oh, wait. He never saw it coming. ❣ series, 174,254 wc ❣ Jimin x Hoseok & Jimin x Yoongi ❣ college au, murder mystery, smut, angst, a smattering of accidental incest (idk why i find this in stories lmao i do not go searching for it), age gap, underage (a 23 yo has feelings for a 16 yo & those feelings aren't acted upon until 16 yo becomes of age, but still.) this story is a fucking roller coaster and it is definitely not for everyone.

Perfect by Hiromi_20 ↳ "I've wanted you for so long," Jin whispers, mouth only a hair away from your own. You can't move, can't look away, helpless against this spell he's weaving around you. You can almost believe this is a sweet, romantic little moment. If only it was that simple. "And you're finally mine." ❣ oneshot, 7,251 wc ❣ Seokjin x Female Reader ❣ yandere, non-con, smut, restraints, forced orgasms. i don't even know what to say tbh. it's.........just very sexy. and very wrong. but very sexy.

The One by nicedress ↳ Every stamen lured into Yoongi’s bed leaves him with a new blossom on his skin and a new grave on his property. When he encounters Namjoon, a stamen who refuses to touch any pistil unless it’s his soulmate, all Yoongi sees is someone naive and easy to control. Someone to help around the farm without complaint. Someone to dig holes without realizing they’re graves. Someone Yoongi’s not quite willing to kill—not yet. ❣ oneshot, 27,176 wc ❣ Yoongi x Namjoon ❣ pistilverse au, serial killer, some violence. this story is absolutely perfect.

Honorable mention:

Between Two Sinners by LoquaciousLo ↳ In which you find yourself praying against your growing desires for the pastor's son - and his best friend - only to find it in the most faithless of places. When devils are sweet and their faces come in sets of two, what are you supposed to do? Will you resist? Or succumb to temptation? ❣ series, 114,672 wc ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader x Jimin ❣ son of a preacher, non-con, smut, a little angst. this story is incomplete, and i have only read the first few chapters anyway. but it's quite fun, if you're into this sort of thing.

also, i assume you have read more of mine than Collateral, but i have a handful of fics with very shady characters if you want more recs from my own pile, such a Boy Blue, Deadly Desire, Dollhouse, Abyss, With You Always, Consecration, Stuck, A Lamb in Wolf’s Clothing. 😈 have fuuuun!!!

if anyone has any recs along these lines, i am always open to read more! plz lmk!

#lovely anon #dark fic recs #seriously all of these are pretty fucked up #don't go into this list lightly #you've got mail 💌