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Shining Bright | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: You and James reunite after the winter holiday, reminiscing old memories and stumbling into new ones. Except Sirius doesn't know you're dating yet, and James is not particularly good at hiding it anymore.

Content Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, angst kinda idk, Reader is Sirius' sister (how do I even tag that), 18+, hinting at abuse, simping, traumatizing bystanders, not proofread just go with it, no use of y/n, ignore any plotholes

Word Count: 4.0k

A/n: I listened to the hazbin hotel soundtrack on repeat while writing and I'm praying it doesn't show. This was gonna make this longer but then I got impatient so lemme know if you'd like more. Not kidding when I say it's not proofread this came straight out of my notes so sorry for any mistakes, will come back later to fix them xx

The black family siblings were all as bright as the stars they were named after, James knew this for a fact. Sirius was the brightest star in the night sky, scorching others with his light in a way you couldn't look away from even if you wanted to. Regulus, not as blinding as his brother, but shining in his own right amongst those who took the effort to look for the constellation he carried with him. And you, you were a puzzle James couldn't yet solve, the light luring him in like that spark people spend their lives looking for, never sure if they'll ever get to hold it.

After Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor in his first year, your parents had been very strict about who you socialized with, not wanting any further damage to the oh so carefully crafted family image. Not that it mattered, you and Sirius found plenty of ways to talk, most people didnt care enough to snitch and the ones who did were familiar enough with what you both were capable of to watch their tongues. Sirius was more loud and proud in his defiance, living up to his namesake in the sky, but you were better at hiding it, playing into the part people expected. Yes, Sirius was a fallen star, and your parents had worried he’d drag you with him, but you only shined brighter in his absence, trying to make up for the light lost as if something wasnt permanently dimming it.

And that's exactly what he was worried about right now, because you were never really yourself after a holiday at the Black family manor, always a part of you left behind, a part dimmed. But James was your sun, always there shining bright enough to ignore anything else, because with his light you were never truly dulled. He had missed you, he had missed you so much, your relationship was fresh, but he had been head over heels from the first time you kissed. He had been replaying the memory in his head so often he could almost see it.

You were slytherin’s head girl, just as he was gryfindoors head boy, and you had run into each other while doing rounds of the hallways. Typically this would be a job for the prefects, but for some reason the both of you had decided to take over their duties for the evening, you called it luck, James called it destiny.

It was simply banter while walking down the halls, and it was mostly at James’ expense, but he wouldn’t trade the moment for anything. He was loud with his body, moving his hands as he talked and sometimes kicking his feet ahead of him, but you were more quiet, more calculated. So James did what he always did, talk. “I had a dream once about a glass of strawberry lemonde except it was only as big as my pinky finger, and there was this duck who tried to keep stealing it from me.” You stop in your tracks as he finishes his rant, staring right at him. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream.” “Really?” his eyes were wide as he saw your face change.

“Are you crazy, of course I didn’t.” You fell back into step and he hurriedly caught up with you again. “Well you never know, Sirius and I have the same dreams sometimes, I mean we’re basically brothers-”

“Does that make me basically your sister?” Your eyebrows were raised at him as you asked your question, and he had to do his best not to trip over his own feet as he answered.

“What, no!-” his face had turned bright red rather quickly, and you would probably never admit this to him, but you had found it quite endearing. “I don’t, I just don’t think of you as a sister, definitely not a sister.” Somehow you had turned him into a nervous wreck in under a minute, and you were quickly getting addicted to the effect you had on him, letting him tumble over his words further.

“Like, if I married you, Sirius would be my brother but you wouldnt be my sister, you know. Those two things don’t have to go togethe-” his thoughts slowly trailed off as he turned his head to look at you, a bright smile now evident on your face, and if this is how your face lit up, he’d gladly make a fool of himself for the rest of his life. “You’ve been thinking about marrying me?” Your head was turned up towards him, challenging him to continue his train of thought. He looked frantically around him as if searching for an answer, hiping the right thing to say would magically appear, but of course it didnt. “What, of course not, I don’t wanny marry you. Wait- no i mean, hypothetically I would but-” “You can relax James, I’m just messing with you” Your shoulders were slightly shaking, suppressing laughter he was desperate to hear. “Right” The tension seeped out of him right as he started laughing himself, and it was so infectious you couldnt help but join him in it.

The two of you fell into an effortless silence as you continued, and James was about to break it before you beat him to the punch.

“You know, right now would be a great moment to kiss me” he was sure he would get whiplash from the way his head turned towards you. The look on your face didnt give anything away, and for a moment he had wondered if he had made it up. “If that's the sort of thing you’d want to do” you were looking down at your shoes now, roles reversed as you had become the nervous one, and for another moment he just stared at the blush creeping up on your face before he realised he should probably say something, anything.

“Don’t you think this is wrong? '' Alright, maybe that wasnt the right something to say, but he genuinely pondered before you put his worries to rest. “dont you think that’s up to us to decide?” You were looking up to him now, eyes enchanting him with a single glance.

“If Sirius finds out-” “I won’t tell if you don’t”

“Well- “James, do you want to kiss me or not?” “Merlin, yes.” with that the last of James’ self control was lost, and he pushed you into the wall behind you as his lips found yours, dedicated to explore you for as long as youd let him. You melted into the kiss just as quickly, leaning your body into him as he pressed up against you. James was eager with everything he did, and this was no exception. His hands didnt know where to go, never staying still for long as they roamed your body, you couldve sworn they were little rays of sunshine, lighting you up everywhere he touched. Your own hands found their way to the nape of his neck, tugging at some hair, resulting in a small moan leaving him, and after the taste you were desperate for more. James found himself in a similar situation, completely forgetting his surroundings as his mouth made its way to your neck, trailing kisses down from by your ear to your pulse point until you were silently moaning his name, begging him not to stop, not that he’d ever dare to.

He continued his assault on your neck, his hands trailing up higher and higher underneath your shirt, longing to feel more of you, you tugged at his hair again and led him back to your face, connecting your lips once more, this time more sloppy, your patience completely gone.

James was ready to drop to his knees for you, and he would have if he didnt hear someone nearly shriek behind him. He turned around, coming face to face with a second year Hufflepuff who looked close to fainting, stuck in place at the corner she had just turned.

“Shit” he mumbled as he leaped forward, not sure whether to comfort the girl or scold her for being out past curfew. As James looked back at you you were close to losing it, and he couldnt deny the humour of the situation himself. In the end the two of you walked the girl back to her common room, not too worried about the situation with how in shock she seemed to be.

So yes, winter break had left him simply wishing to be near you again, and now he was so close he could almost already feel you in his arms again. He had debated telling Sirius, it would be so much easier, since he had moved in with the Potters a while ago and James was struggling to keep his yearning for you to himself, he was sure his parents had figured it out already, but simply choose to let him deal with it on his own for now. Everytime you send Sirius an owl he wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him, hoping that information about you would fall out like loose change.But he knew Sirius couldn't know, he knew that. Everyone assumes it's James who can't keep a secret, always wearing his heart on his sleeve, but really that's only because he's never really had a reason not to. Truly, it was Sirius who couldn't keep a thing to himself, once he knew, half of Hogwarts knew, he just couldn't stop himself from talking about the things that excited him, which was one of the qualities James so adored, but not one which would play in your favour at the moment.

You were still living with your parents, still subject to their ways and while James had begged you to come live with him as well, you were hesitant. Hesitant to leave Regulus behind, hesitant to leave the life you had grown so accustomed to, even if it wasn't a good one. The both of you knew your parents would never approve, sure, James held the pureblood status, but it had lost its value the moment he harboured Sirius.

And so when the winter holiday came to an end and they once again reached Hogwarts, James was the embodiment of pure excitement. He was glad no one was questioning it, most likely brushing it off as joy at reuniting with his friends, which wasn't entirely untrue.

For a little while he truly got lost in seeing everyone again, trading stories with Remus and Peter about what they had been up to, discussing pranks that needed to be set ij motion to make up for lost time, but when the start of term party took place and he walked down to the common room with the others he froze in his tracks, because there you were. For a split second he wondered if it had been a dream, he had been having them so often now, but Sirius rushed past him to envelop you in a hig so tight you spilled half of your drink over yourself, cursing at him in such a soft tone of endearment as you hugged him back.

"I've missed you, you know" Sirius was beaming at you, doing a quick double check of you, something James used to not think much about until je started doing it himself after he found the strange bruises none of you dared to speak of.

"Yes Siri, I do know" you chuckled back at him, and in that moment all the worry disappeared.

"I've missed you too"

The rest of the group caught up with the two of you, and it was Remus who first spoke

"It's good to see you back" he acknowledged with a small nod, not one for big gestures, but you had all learned it truly was the thought that counts.

"It's good to be back, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change so there's no longer firewhiskey all over my shirt" You gave a pointed look at Sirius, but his antics were nothing new to you.

"Just use one of my sweaters so you don't have to go all the way back to the slytherin dorms, I have some extras upstairs" sirius nudged his head towards the stairs, you gave him a final hug as you moved to take him up on his offer.

As you walked by him James could smell the blend of vanilla and rosemary that was still there despite the liquor, it intoxicated him like a drug he was already hooked on, finally getting a fix of it after so long apart, and he had to remind himself not to grab you and kiss you right then and there.

You disappeared from his sight as you went up to the dorms and it only took another second for James' brain to spring to action.

"I gotta go"

"What, why? We just got here" he knew he would need a better excuse, but the fuses in his head weren't connecting.

" forgot my wand" is what splurged out

"Why would you need your wand we're-" thankfully it was Sirius's short attention span that came to the rescue, because the moment he saw Marlene he made a beeline to go see her. James wondered if he had it in him to explain his actions to Peter and Remus, but neither of them seemed to mind much, so he sprinted off to the stairs as well.

As soon as he got to his dorm, he reminded himself to knock, not wanting to startle you.

"Merlin Sirius, how am I meant to find anything in this mess?" James creaked the door open to see you rummaging through your brother's trunk, still looking for the sweater you had come up here to find.

"Why don't you just wear one of mine" even the idea of it already made James's head dizzy. Your head spun around as soon as you heard his voice, and for a moment the two of you simply stood there, looking at each other like a long lost treasure. But it didn't last long, because right after James crossed the room in record time, he took you in his arms, connecting his lips with yours as if you were his last source of oxygen. The kiss was heated and filled with lust from the both of you, and James could finally let himself go, finally let his thoughts out and make them reality once more.

That’s why he decided not to waste any more time as he gently nudged you towards his bed, making sure you wouldnt hit the headboard as the both of you laid down. He remembered the path he was trailing down your neck with his eyes closed, had remembered the way your breath hitched and your hips squirmed everytime he did so. All he had to do was follow the same signs and you were a mess underneath him in no time. His hands made their way up underneath your skirt, massaging the skin underneath his fingertips as he heard you moaning out his name, pleading for him to keep going, and he was more than happy to fullfill your request. He continued his way down until he came face to face with your whiskey stained shirt, not thinking twice before taking it off you, but from how you were quick to connect his lips with yours once more you didnt seem to mind. But James was a man on a mission, and it was not one he was willing to abandon. So he willed himself to ignore the whine that left you as he moved away from the kiss, knowing you’d forgive him for it soon enough.

He found his way to your chest and took in the sight for sore eyes you were to him, once again glowing underneath him. He was starting to suck bruises onto your skin, love marks he knew only he would see, and when he would next time he’d be just as eager to leave even more of them behind. Having you like this again, feeling the heat of your skin against him, your hands tugging at his curls as he could hear more and more moans slip out of you, it got him hard in his trousers simply thinking about all the things you’d let him do to you, all the things he’d do for you. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for the friction of it, his hands krept up further towards your cunt, inching further up until he could slide your underwear to the side and feel just how wet you were for him. His mouth was still busy on your chest as one of his fingers found its way inside of you, making you arch your back towards him. “Fuck darling, your pussy feels just as good as I remember” You wanted to reply to him, telling him how good he felt inside of you, his long hands reaching places you never could on your own, but your words failed you as just another moan left you, your exterior having crumbled down in a matter of minutes thanks to the one and only James Potter, but he seemed to know exactly what was going on.

“I know baby, I’ll take good care of you don’t worry”

He had never broken a promise before, and he wasn’t about to start now, he added a second finger, crooking them inside of you towards the one spot that would turn your vision white as if you were staring straight into the sun itself. If this had been any other moment you might have been embarrassed about how fast you were starting to reach your high, but James wasnt the only one who had been waiting for this, dreaming about seeing each other again, counting down the days. It took him only a little while longer, encouraged only further by your laboured breathing until he was sure he was about to reach his own climax simply from the sounds you were making underneath him as he coaxed you through it. But he didnt give you much time to recover, not letting you catch your breath as he went further down the bed until he could start kissing your thighs, giving in to the urge to bite some of the fat leading up to your cunt, it made you produce a small shriek, and it encouraged him even further.

So he wasted no more time, attaching his lips to your clit and lapping at it like a man starved, wanting to make you cum again, wondering how fast he could make you come undone again. His tongue hungrily took in all the juices from your previous orgasm and from the next one creeping closer and closer. His nose kept bumping against your clit as his mouth was now on your opening, not quite reaching the spots his finger could but oh so heavenly in a whole other way. He was dangerously close to his own high now, rather sure he’d reach it the moment you started spasming underneath him from the overstimulation. But he wasnt letting down just yet, doubling down on his efforts as he felt you grow restless, gracing his ears with whimpers and whispers reserved only for him. He could tell you were about to tip over the edge, knew you and your body well enough by now to see the signs before you even registered them yourself. “You can let go, I’ve got you” he accentuated his words with a soft squeeze to your inner thighs as he could feel you melt into him and took everything you would give him.

“I’m pretty sure you just beat your record” you were breathless but you were already softly giggling as a wide smile broke on his face, proud of himself for his endeavors but furthemore proud of how he had been able to get you to let your walls down around him, how you had let him help you disassemble them brick by brick with each passing day. It was still early in the relationship, but James had never been so sure as to the fact that he loved you, because your presence made him shine even brighter than he already did, and he wasnt sure how much longer he could keep it contained. He moved back up the bed, caging you in with his arms as he leaned down to kiss you, no longer hurriedly or messy, but soft and delicate like the first rays of morning light.

Just as he did so however, someone came barelling in the room, and James cursed himself for not having locked it.

“You better not be cutting one of my shirts into a tank-top again- holy fuck” Sirius very nearly landed face first into the hard wood flooring as he caught sight of the two of you before he he steadied himself on the dresser. The both of you shot up from your positions on the bed, and, ironically enough, approached him as one would a startled deer. “What in Merlin’s beard were you two just doing” He looked as if he was contemplating life itself, and you almost felt bad for him

“What, nothing, you’re drunk-” James tried to defend, but you were rather sure there was no way out of this one.

“I’m not drunk, I’m sober and that's the problem” He was flailing his hands around now, and it was hard to suppress the laugh bubbling its way up your throat.

“Don’t laugh, this is not a situation to laugh at” he was trying to be stern, but it didnt quite suit him.

“It’s alright Sirius, James and I have been seeing each other for a little while now” He was no longer shocked, no, his current expression better resembled being offended.

“And neither of you told me” he was nearly shouting now, but the party downstairs was loud enough that it didn’t really matter anyway.

“We haven’t told anyone, and youre not exactly the best at keeping secrets.”

“Excuse me, I’m great at keeping secrets, I never told you he’s had a crush on you since third year, but apparently I should have”

“Completely forgot I ever told you that” James’ shoulders had lost their tension as he stood next to you now, slowly reaching out for your hand.

“I will go now before either of you scar my eyes any further” Sirius said as he made his way back to the dorm door.

“Oi Moony, wait till you hear- fuck I can’t tell you” He had made a complete mood shift once more as he turned fuzzy, wanting to tell someone the news immediatly.

“It’s fine, Remus knows.” You tell him, interlacing your fingers with James’ in the meantime.

This time he looked betrayed again, halfway down the stairs already as you could hear him yelling. “You knew and didnt tell me?!” and it was faint, but you could make out Remus’ voice as well. “Of course I knew, I have eyes” The two of you looked at each other as he placed a simple kiss on top of your hair, a small gesture of affection that would become increasingly more common with time. He turned around briefly to grab something from his trunk and before you could register it he had already asked, the shirt in his hand.

“Still gotta change your top, why don’t you take my jersey” It made your heart flutter as you slipped the item of clothing over your head and you went to follow Sirius downstairs, figuring this was as good a time as any to tell everyone.

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scarasimping · 11 months

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love-avoidant princess

pirate!scaramouche x princess!reader

synopsis: scaramouche’s crew had been planning this heist for years prior, and finally, they dock ship at the most heavily guarded kingdom on this side of the world with only one goal in mind: infiltrate the castle and steal the crown used for the coronation ceremony. The only setback? The princess had already stolen it, so now he has to go through her.

tags: fem!reader, allusions to medieval sexism, you know how that is, mentions of blood like once, alcohol also mentioned a couple times, i believe that’s it for this part!

author’s note: ITS DONE omg, this took way longer than i thought but I guess that’s what happens when i try to throw myself in to writing actual pieces for the first time in three years instead of taking it slow. and it only ended up being 3k words TT but this is not the end, i have way more in mind for these two, this is honestly more like...a prologue of sorts!! hope you all enjoy !! so glad we actually have a plot now instead of me posting random hcs hshshshs also yes, his crew is most of the anemo characters because I said so

word count: 3.63k

One can only see the same garden of flowers so many times before becoming bored of the sight. You have walked through here on so many occasions that you're sure that you could list each plant by its scientific name in the order they appear, from the front of the garden to the back.

So, really, it shouldn't come as a surprise to your retainer when they watch you leave a meeting with a potential suitor halfway through your millionth walk through the garden.

The suitor was confused, calling out to you and running to keep up with your fast-paced steps.

"Princess! Did I do something wrong?" He shouted, but you shook your head, an unimpressed and uncaring look painting your features.

"I apologize for saying this after you made the long journey here, but this simply will not work between us."

And thus, another man was rejected by the unromantic princess.

Known for turning down every suitor imaginable, you had gained the reputation of being entirely against romance. Even though you were clearly not interested, this only made people want you more, and your father, who was eager to get you married off, agreed to let everyone interested in you meet you, as long as they were of high enough standing. This included royalty from other kingdoms, wealthy businessmen, and other government officials or their sons who were your age.

None of them even came close to winning your heart.

It’s not that there was anything wrong with them. To be honest, even you weren’t sure why you were so bored with every man or woman you met. It seemed to be more the life you would lead with them than the suitor themselves that made you gag. No first-born heir of a royal family wants to be married off; they want to have the throne! And if your parents weren’t going to give it to you, then you wouldn’t make it easy for them to send you away.

As you gracefully left the heartbroken businessman behind, the retainer assigned to watch over you hurriedly followed, barely keeping up with your pace.

"Princess, this is the seventh suitor you've met. Please tell me, what is wrong with this one?" he pleaded. In truth, he was scared to report more bad news to the king and queen, but frankly, that was not your problem.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I just do not see myself having a life with him," you replied, staring straight ahead and hoping he would stop following you. After forcing yourself to be nice to these suitors, all you wanted was to lay in bed and nap, or maybe practice your sparring skills with your sword.

"We'll have to tell your father about this," he gave you one last warning, but your mind was already made up.

"I understand, but I'm not altering my decision."

Just as you and your retainer thought, your father was not pleased, going on one of his long-winded rants about how you should get married quickly because it’s “better for the kingdom” and “what a princess should do.” All the while, your mother sat and watched, not saying a word because she knew that she did the same thing when she was your age. It was how your parents met in the first place, after all.

"At this rate, your little brother will have inherited the throne before you're satisfied with a man." The king ends his rant with this statement, huffing angrily as he furrows his thick eyebrows in your direction. There it was, the constant reminder that you, the eldest heir, were not to inherit the throne, which should rightfully be yours, all because your parents favored your younger brother.

However, who would dare question the king? When he makes an order, it is carried out, and what he demands is brought to fruition. So if he says your sibling shall inherit the throne, he will, and when he finally gets fed up with your high standards and simply makes you marry someone of his choosing, you will have to obey. Such is the life of a princess.

With a heavy heart, you bow to your father, asking to be excused. He sighs and waves his hand, allowing you to leave, to which you immediately turn on your heel and pace quickly toward your chambers.

When Scaramouche's crew docked at the pier, they knew the welcome they would be given wasn't going to be a warm one. It never was, wherever they stopped. It was no secret that wherever this ship docked, well-known valuables would soon go missing and trouble would follow, yet no one could prove it was them.

Still, seeing every guard on patrol look at them with a noticeable glare and watch their every move was more than unnerving. All Scaramouche was doing was going for a stroll, after all.

But, so were his crewmates, Kazuha and Heizou, in separate parts of the city. And it's not their fault if they happen to notice which areas are more guarded than others, when the guards switch shifts, or which buildings have the least amount of foot traffic coming in and out of them. It's all coincidental, of course, not on purpose at all.

It's definitely not intentional when Heizou reports that the only guards that step into the tavern are always there to get so drunk after their shift that they won't remember what they say.

And who's to shame Scaramouche if he wants to step in and have a drink or two, and happens to run into a guard who's slurring his words and would have fallen over if he ever tried to stand up in this state?

"And that princess…god! She's so stuck up.." the guard ranted, taking another swig from his pint. Scaramouche listened with faux sympathy to the drunken man in front of him, but he wasn't sure how much more he could take from this man. He too often leaned too close as if whispering a secret, the stench of sweat, metal, and cheap booze radiating off of him.

"That princess! She keeps rejecting every suitor who's interested in her! Do you know who has to deal with the king's fury after she does this? Us!"

He leans in once more, and Scaramouche gets a whiff of his rancid breath "I hear….the king wants her married off to someone wealthy because he's in debt…but she just wants the throne instead! Can you believe it? Too stuck up to let her brother be the heir to the kingdom…."

It seemed all this guard was going to reveal was pointless rants about the king’s only daughter, and today he was not going to get any information that would be helpful to him. After all, if this princess was to be married off, it’s unlikely she would be able to get hold of the crown that was to be used in the coronation ceremony when the prince came of age.

Like an answer from the heavens, his doubts were quickly proven incorrect when the guard’s voice drops to a whisper, and he leans across the table to speak in Scaramouche’s ear.

“I hear…that she got so jealous, she stole the crown. The king says it just got lost, however, we guards know the truth. But what grounds could we present that would warrant a search through the princess’s private quarters? It’s useless…”

And just like that, Scaramouche knew whom he should target.

The captain stands from their booth in the corner, excusing himself. He buys the guard another drink as thanks for the “lovely conversation” and to ensure he really wouldn’t remember the information he spilled.

The next few nights, Scaramouche and other members of his crew alternate between taverns to gather as much information as possible. Each night, a different person hit a different establishment to not raise suspicion. This heist was going to be big, and after it was pulled off they wouldn’t be able to dock for months to avoid being caught and interrogated.

Stealing the crown from the most heavily guarded kingdom on this side of the world was no easy task, but it had been Scaramouche’s dream ever since he started his life of piracy. Something like this would earn them respect like no other on the seven seas but also put a huge target on their back. His crew was prepared, of course, they wouldn’t have docked here if they weren’t. It’s not like they couldn’t fight, either. They were notorious for many reasons: their crimes that left no evidence behind, the sheer intimidation their crew gave off, and the fact that no crew member lost any duel they were challenged to.

After a couple weeks of solely gathering information, Scaramouche’s crew was ready to take things to the next level. They learned that the princess was unable to leave the castle without supervision, which only occurred on rare occasions. She lived a secluded life and many of the kingdom’s citizens didn’t even know her face. His first mate, Kazuha, who was always good with his words, even managed to get one of the guards to reveal which terrace on the castle belonged to the princess’s room and that the staff had recently increased security in the city and outside the castle because of a suspicious ship that had docked at the pier, which lessened the amount of military inside the building.

Kazuha was always better with people than any other crew member, and Scaramouche was forever thankful he was a part of his crew, even if he didn’t show it.

However, it seemed no one was able to learn that the princess provided enough security for herself, not even needing guards.

Scaramouche quickly learned that when he was finally ready to attempt to get inside the castle, scaling the walls during a shift change and approaching the terrace he was informed about prior.

A candle on your bedside and the illumination from the moon were the only sources of light in your quarters at this time of night. Every other member of the royal family was asleep, but not you. Far too frequently would you stay up reading a novel you “borrowed” from the castle’s library, even though books weren’t supposed to leave the area.

All was silent except for the wind blowing outside and the rare footsteps in the hall, metal clashing with each step from the guards’ armor.

Though silent, and easy to miss, a sound from outside your window caught your attention.

Breathing, silent steps getting closer, the scraping of someone climbing the walls and terrace.

You turned, blowing out your candle so that whoever was coming wouldn’t know you were awake. With the time it took for them to reach the glass door that separates your room from the balcony, your eyes had already adjusted to the darkness and you had your sword out from underneath your bed, drawn and ready to be used.

The door cracked open, slowly, and it was obvious that whoever was there was trying to use the element of surprise. They must not know you, considering they thought you wouldn’t discover them. One hand pushes the door open all the way, then pulls the person inside. It was a man with indigo hair and eyes. Everything he wore was black - his boots, high-waisted pants, and tricorn hat, - besides his shirt, which was a white poet shirt with purple and black accents tucked into his pants. Adorned on his hat were feathers that spewed from the back and gems which were sewn on, each one catching the light from the moon. He was obviously a pirate, and based on the whispers from the staff in the castle, he was probably from the ship that docked recently and made everyone nervous. The captain of the guards had even told you to report anything suspicious you happened to see, which told you they were no joke, Normally, if there was a threat, you wouldn’t even be informed. 'No one wanted to worry the princess, of course' is what they would say, but you know they just think you can't handle it.

Before he even has time to process you're there, you point your sword at his throat, the tip pressing against his flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood. Just enough so that he knows he made a mistake.

The pirate stares down at the sword at his neck, his gaze following the blade to its holder; the very princess he intended to come in here and threaten. It's a funny thing how easily the tables can be turned. He eyes the princess warily, one eyebrow raised and an awkward smile on his face, knowing he's been caught so easily.

"Well, isn't this a surprise?" He chuckles to himself, raising his hands up beside his head in a phony sign of surrender, but your sword never wavers.

"What do you think you are doing here?" You demanded, sword to the pirate's throat. The captain remained silent, weighing his options. He could try to talk his way out of this or use his cunning tactics to somehow overpower the princess and make a break for it. Whatever decision he made, it could mean the difference between life and death.

"Sure, as soon as you put that sword down. I'd rather have a conversation than an encounter between your blade and my jugular if you don't mind," he reasons, staring right back into your eyes with a look that screams mischief. Still, you sigh, and lower your sword, taking a step back and never loosening your grip on its handle.

"Speak."

He chuckles, lowering his hands and letting a cocky smile spread across his face.

"You see, princess, there's a rumor going around that you've stolen and hidden the coronation crown. I'm here to simply…take it off your hands," he explains. Everything about him seems sly, and even though it seems he's at a disadvantage, he's acting like he has the upper hand. There's not an ounce of fear on his face.

Your hold on your sword is steady, ready for combat at any moment, and it seems he's thinking the same thing.

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to do so. I can, however, offer you a deal. Leave now and I won't report your attempt to rob the royal castle and have you thrown in prison."

The pirate shrugs and sighs, his hand reaching for the sword that hung from his belt.

"Oh well, looks like there's no other way."

And with that, he draws his sword from its scabbard, a sleek, steel sword with a curved blade, and lunges forward, dealing the first strike. Blades clash and the sound of metal on metal echoes throughout the room as you parry his sword, pushing him back further. He doesn't let up, dealing strike after strike, yet landing no hits nonetheless.

While the pirate’s blows are strong and aggressive, his attacks powerful and relentless, yours are both quick and agile with fast and precise strikes.

He expected the princess to be less of a hassle, yet here you were, not only putting up a good fight but winning too. Similar to him, there wasn't even a hint of sweat dripping from your brow, no signs of exhaustion as you dueled him in just your nightgown and slippers.

Your sword comes down once more towards his chest, and he raises his own to block it when suddenly you change your direction and aim to land a hit on his arm instead.

Ever quick on his feet, the pirate steps out of the way, dodging an almost fatal attack, but not before your blade can tear through his shirt and leave the faintest wound on the flesh of his shoulder.

He hisses as he feels the sting of his skin splitting, looking down as red stains the sleeve of his shirt.

"Not bad," he mumbles, his eyes sharp as he glares at the princess, a cocky smirk adorning his face. "Haven't struggled this much with an opponent in a while."

"Likewise," you muse, tightening your grip on your handle as you raise your eyebrows, almost taunting him.

"Tell me, pirate, what is your name? I want to know what to call my attacker before I slice your throat."

He chuckles, rolling his wounded shoulder back and getting into a better position to keep fighting.

"Oh, I don't believe you really could. Wouldn't want to get your pretty hands dirty after all." He, once again, swings his sword, but to no avail. You continue trading blows with him, barely giving each other a chance to breathe. No matter what he tries, he can't seem to get the upper hand. Mentally, he wants to blame it on the fact that he was caught off guard, or that the way the silk of her nightgown hugs her body when she twists and turns to use her sword is distracting, but really he knows he's just finally met a well-matched opponent.

"But the name's Scaramouche, consider this knowledge a gift before I beat you at the game of swords.”

It was then that the sound of armored footsteps approaching rapidly caught both Scaramouche and the princess’s attention. You bite back a laugh, glancing at the door and then back to the pirate in front of you.

“Looks like that will have to wait, Scaramouche.”

His name spilled from your lips easier than you’d like to admit, sounding almost natural when it came from you. Scaramouche noticed this too, stiffening as you say it and running his tongue along his cheek. It was annoying whenever he found himself having to make an enemy of an attractive woman. He takes one last look at the princess, before stepping away towards the glass door he came in through. He keeps his sword pointed at you as he backs away, not taking any chances.

“This was lovely, princess. I’ll be seeing you again very soon, but for now, I bid you adieu,” He takes his hat off, bending his arm at his waist and bowing overdramatically before opening the door and launching himself over the fence of the terrace, disappearing into the night.

As the footsteps get closer, you kick your sword under the bed, praying it wasn’t damaged, and toss yourself onto your mattress, throwing the covers over your body just in time for the door to swing open. A few guards peer inside, seeing nothing but you sleeping soundly in, your back turned to them as your body rises and falls to the rhythm of your breathing. There was no sign a fight had even occurred, despite the noises that multiple knights had heard coming from here.

As they close the door, the sound of their footsteps moving away from your room, a giddy smile creeps onto your face. After all, if no fight happened in their eyes, there would be no reason to increase security and you could see that intriguing pirate again.

After Scaramouche escapes down the castle walls, he books it for the treeline that separated the castle from the ocean. It was just past there that his ship resided, where his crew was eagerly awaiting his return with good news. A sinking feeling resides over him whilst he runs through the trees, kicking up dirt and leaves with every step. There is no reasoning he could possibly give that would excuse his failure. Not when he knows it’s caused by his own faults as a man. He, just like all of her numerous suitors and admirers, simply got distracted by her appearance. At some point, he had to stop as his head became too muddled by his thoughts, leaning against a tree, taking a deep breath, and trying to calm his thoughts.

Before, when hearing about rumors of the princess and all of the men interested in marrying her, he assumed the stories all came with a tinge of exaggeration.

Yet, after seeing her and fighting with her, he knows each metaphor and story told of her had to have been nothing but the truth. Tales of her beauty were honestly an understatement. It’s not often he finds himself this distracted by a woman, especially a princess, and he can’t help but feel ashamed in a way. He just failed to execute the plan his crew had been working on for years prior to docking it this kingdom, but all he can think about is her smile when she taunted him, her confidence because she knew she could fight, or the way her nightgown revealed the shape of her body, expensive silk clinging to every curve of her flesh. She was a princess rarely even seen by the public, but he got to see her in such a private setting, and god was it worth it.

He starts running again, her face in mind doubts infecting his every thought. His heart pounds heavily in his chest, and his lungs burn with each breath, but he doesn’t stop running. He would much rather face his crew than the entire royal army. He was sure the princess had reported what had happened by now, and he didn’t want to stick around so they could remember his face.

As he runs, he starts to feel the ocean breeze brushing along his face, and it reminds him that he’s almost home. His crew is smart; they’ll be able to come up with a new plan together. Maybe next time they’ll send a different member of the crew.

As soon as the thought of someone else seeing her like that enters his mind, he quickly shoos it away.

Just for now, he’d like to keep the image of her to himself.

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#omg first part is done #WE HAVE A PLOT FINALLY #pretty sure the anon i said guessed most of the plot has a pretty good idea what they got correct now #but anyways !!#there will definitely be more parts #i just didnt want to keep you all waiting for so long #hope you enjoyed !!#pirate!scara #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche au #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer genshin #wanderer au #genshin au #gonna go take a 13 hour nap now

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clarencethemouse · 2 years

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Demetri Alexopoulos Relationship Headcanons

I got carried away...

this boy literally doesn’t know how to handle it

I’m sorry, but Demetri is the most clueless one on the show

have you seen the way he tried to flirt on the show? Like that for you, but 20x worse. Cause it’s you

and look at you... of course he’s gonna trip over a pencil on his way to share a super cool fun fact no one asked for. And then play it off cool when you look his way and try to spill a smart remark that only ends up with a stammering mess and word vomit

and we adore him for it

and clearly you did too. He doesn’t know how it worked for him, but here you are: dressed up for a date with him

unimaginable, he insists-

is prepared and will rant about the latest comic book in his possession for upwards of an hour on end. And you support him and appreciate his passions

r i g h t ???? yes :)

okay this is something I’ve been imagining

so he has a Bean in his room. You know those giant bean bag chairs that are half the size of a couch? A Bean. He has one in his room. And when you sleep over, that’s your home

his parents trust you two in the room at night cause they know you live on the Bean. And that thing is only really comfortable with one person’s weight sinking in

you’ve considered stealing the Bean on multiple occasions

but how could you pull this off? How could you pull it out his door, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door into your car without anyone noticing?

this is one of your life’s biggest questions

would he give it to you if you just asked nicely? Ha. No. It’s his Bean. Get your own

okay I feel like his parents are divorced, and you’ve only met one of them

the other one doesn’t know of your existence cause Demetri never sees or talks to them

(idk what canon has to say about this, but I don’t care. At all. Because my word goes now)

Hawk kinda scares you not gonna lie

Miguel and Sam are cool about you, though

okay bear with me hear

my gut is speaking to me

this is coming to me like an oracle in my dreams

he tried two times to ask you to prom, one of which was before you were together

the first time he got up to face you very far ahead of time, got out four words, and promptly excused himself. You politely waited for him to come back, which never happened

then the second time happened. You realized what he was trying to stammer out after two rambled sentences and you just popped the question yourself

you should have seen his face

I truly and utterly believe this man was dumbfounded

he knew you would agree

it was still a shocker

Hawk tagged along on your prom date, which you didn’t mind, given when he had just gone through

he thought you minded, and politely dipped out without warning midway through

which led to you and Demetri hosting a search party for him for about an hour

you had to let Demetri abandon the effort a little when he started hyperventilating over the thought of his best friend being kidnapped

Hawk was just chilling by the car, though

but that’s beside the point

couples costumes

and the most offhand ones, too

not Anakin and Padme

not salt and pepper

no, you two went as freaking Captain Crunch and the berries one year

and you rocked it

it does stress you sometimes when he gets so down and pessimistic

you know he thinks that way about your relationship, but only cause it’s his first defensive instinct to assume danger and disappointment

you make it your mission not to let him down

he deserves better than what he expects from the world

this is a fun relationship

can be a little stressful at times. But aren’t we all?

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please this was fun to think about

Robin

#demetri cobra kai #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine

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sendpseuds · 8 months

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Do you still ship obitine or only obikin?

I'm gonna go ahead and assume this question was asked in good faith, and I'm sorry to turn your ask into a soapbox but this is the only way I can answer your question.

There’s a big difference between shipping a couple and writing a couple.

If you’re asking me who do I genuinely ship Obi-Wan with in-universe? Yeah, It’s still Satine.

So why so much Obikin recently?

[WARNING: RANTING BEYOND THIS POINT]

For a lot of reasons I'm not interested in getting into, recently, I've been trying to put as little pressure on myself as possible when it comes to things I simply enjoy doing.

Follow the serotonin, if you will.

All of this is to say, recently the thing that has been giving me that serotonin rush is these short smutty AU one-shots, most of which happen to be Obikin.

Alright, but why?

[Not that I really feel like I have to answer that but it’s an interesting thing to interrogate.]

First of all, I think it’s important to note that I have been [for the most part] writing AUs recently, so it’s not really even a question of Ship necessarily, it’s a question of Dynamic.

Satine and Obi-Wan have a dynamic built on honor and duty and loyalty. Yeah, they have a playful relationship, they bicker and they fight and they disagree [which is one of my favorite things about them], but when it comes down to it, everything between them is about respect.

Now, Anakin and Obi-Wan? Their dynamic is, frankly, unhinged. It’s big and horrible and volatile and genuine and possessive and often toxic as fuck. But you know what? That dynamic can make for a really weird and fun story.

I don’t think Haunted Heart works as Obitine. She would be skeptical. She wouldn’t be open to his love the way Anakin is. She just wouldn’t.

I Need You Right Now absolutely cannot be Obitine, neither can A Very Strange Time in My Life.

But Camp Kalevala doesn’t work as Obikin…

It’s about the dynamic, not the relationship.

So there’s one reason: I’m going through a sort of experimental writing phase and this dynamic is just doing it for me.

Now how about a reason that’s a little harder to justify?

[If you’re still reading, you can have the ugly secrets.]

I like the attention that comes with the Obikin ship.

I feel freer to take risks knowing that there is a baseline amount of exposure a fic will get simply based on that being the ship tag.

Is that a good reason to write for a ship?

No. Probably not.

And I want to be clear, that’s not the reason I’m writing these stories.

But I would be kidding myself if I said it wasn’t a factor.

So there it is.

Anyway!

Now that I’ve gotten way too carried away…

I really hope you’ve enjoyed the Obitine stories that I have posted, and I hope you continue to look my way because I’d be genuinely surprised if I didn’t write more for that tag, but thank you for understanding that these stories have become a lot more about exploring myself as a writer and a weirdo than it ever was about fandom.

I feel so grateful to have a community to share my stories with, and the support of this community has truly allowed me to give myself a little grace through a lot of hard times.

I write because I have stories in my head.

I write because I love it.

And I love you, too.

Thank you for the ask 🖤

#anon asks #obitine #obikin #rant #soapbox #feel free to ignore me

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spellboundsapphic · 10 months

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Did anyone see the Karlach and Wyll storyline update snips in Fextralife's new video? I'm sorry if someone had already posted about this. There's going to be screenshots and me ranting just to warn you ahead of time. Big possible spoilers so everything will be under the readmore. (pic of my Tav thinking to spice up the post)

So it's this video (timestamped) and knowing Wyll has been rewritten I'm theorizing that his first interaction with Tav is going to be about his mission to hunt Karlach.

The two seem to know each other here in the cut scene which is a neat way to tie them together. (Note: the dialog lines in the video are darker probably because the Tav is The Dark Urge here.)

I'm thinking that they may have either fought in Avernus before (Meaning Mizora has sent Wyll to kill her other times.) OR she jumped on the nautiloid to escape Wyll and Zariel. Why would Wyll be hunting Karlach if she's Zariel's champion/gladiator? Did Karlach anger someone powerful? I'm excited to see more of her story. I know some people who got to play the full release at the Panel From Hell said the nautiloid was different than EA. I doubt we'll see her on the ship though, seeing how Wyll's quest requires you to not know Karlach. (But also because Karlach's tadpole connected with Tav for the first time in this scene just like in EA.) Maybe we might see her in a pod?

As players, we'll have to convince Wyll to not kill Karlach here and that will have later consequences to the story.

Mizora gets upset if Wyll doesn't kill her which is shown in the prior link and in this (timestamped) video from Fextra too. Seems like Wyll will be going against his pact if he doesn't kill Karlach.

Most theories I've read for Warlocks in DND point towards keeping your abilities if you break your pact. However, your patron (Mizora in this case) can still fuck with you. It'll depend really on why he made the pact, what he gained from it, and how she'll use that info to torture him.

Plus Karlach knows EXACTLY who Mizora is. The two of them do not get along of course.

--- The most interesting thing that I remember seeing hinted at was on the website talking about how Karlach's machine might run out.

In the new vid, Fex hints that maybe she might be powered by soul coins. Not confirmed, but it's an interesting theory. Plus, that would give a use for the items in the game. Either way, I'm just happy to see my girl more! Drop your theories in the tags or comments plz. I'm dying lol

#bg3 karlach #karlach #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers

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s0ckh3adstudios · 10 months

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Curious, What’s ur beef with Miguel

you asked for it. slightly long post ahead i'm so sorry

WARNING: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

i have spent the last several days ranting and raving about about Spiderverse related things and like. I have such a complicated relationship with this movie, but THAT'S FOR ANOTHER POST IF SOMEONE ASKS LMAO but Miguel. Miguel O'Hara. Miguel.

I HATE HIS HOLOGRAM SUIT WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH ASSS HE'S SO. WAGHGGHGAGK Like I know a lot of people do like him and there's stuff to like but I just don't see the appeal, and I'm also slightly biased because I can't enter the Spiderverse tag without seeing unfiltered Miguel NSFW LMAO

The first thing I thought after watching the movie was that it felt like he wasn't like... built up to enough? Like, my writer brain never turns off, and from a writing perspective it felt kinda weird. A lot of things in the movie did, but to me it just felt like there wasn't enough intro to him. Like he's supposed to be important but we don't like. i dunno HEJGKHKFL it sort of felt like we were already supposed to know a lot about him. WHICH I GUESS IS FAIR MAYBE THEY EXPECT ACTUAL SPIDER FANS TO COME IN AND KNOW WHO HE IS and I'm only a Spiderverse fan.

Miguel does have really charming and funny moments! Like, in the beginning Gwen section of the movie, he's got pretty funny dialogue while still remaining stern. He's got kind of a flat charm to him. But for me he just. loses it. after that part of the movie. He's a lot more of an asshole, which yes he's supposed to be. But for me there's just not that much to like. and just. and. and

Okay, kiddies, get out of the pool, that was the formal discussion. Now I'm just gonna LOUD

THIS GUYYYYY. IS SUCH A DUMBASS!!!!! He is so obviously wrong about the entire canon event theory. At least he is mostly. THERE IS SO MUCH EVIDENCE POINTING TO HIM BEING WRONG. AND WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO BACK IT UP??? ONLY ONE PIECE OF EVIDENCE THAT HE EVER BRINGS UP IN THE MOVIE!! And that's when he was Stupid and took the place of himself in a universe where he died so he could be with his daughter! And when you think about it, he didn't necessarily break the canon event rule- That canon event already HAPPENED. He DIED. But I guess you could suggest that him coming back ruined it. But that's the problem; these multiverse rules and regulations and details are just so confusing. And they're supposed to be.

Miguel doesn't necessarily have the right to put himself in charge of protecting this and claiming these things to be true when he absolutely does not know the full scale of the multiverse- Nobody knows exactly how all this works!! And we have seen so many things to contradict him!! If what he says is true, the events of Into The Spiderverse would have absolutely shaken things up. But the everything's fine for the most part, isn't it? The events of that movie changed all the characters in different ways (except for Ham. Ham's ok. Ham didn't change LMAO). Peni's SP//DER bot was destroyed, Noir brought color to his universe in the shape of a rubiks cube, Gwen made a new friend. Peter B was inspired and fixed things with MJ and went onto have a daughter, a DAUGHTER WHO'S VERY EXISTENCE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! AND THAT'S BECAUSE OF MILES! And if what Miguel is saying is true, why is the fact that Miles is Spiderman now and everything he's done not severely messing things up? The 42 spider's corpse is still chilling in his universe, too.

I've seen people compare the Spider Society to like. a cult? And honestly I can see that- Unintentional by Miguel, I'm sure, but it does seem similar. He's gotten everyone to believe in his theory and have them acting upon it, even Gwen, Peter B, and Peni. (Noir and Ham we never saw in the Spider Society, likely because their VA's weren't available. But I also like to take this as like. These two would not join the Spider Society, no way in hell they would. The society is against a lot of what Noir fights for and Ham would see this as a joke LMAO) NOT TO MENTION THAT OH MY GODDD LIKE GWEN KNOWS NOW THAT IF SHE GOES BACK TO HER UNIVERSE, SHE'S GOING TO HAVE TO EXPERIENCE THE CANON EVENT OF HER DAD DYING. AND MIGUEL AND THE OTHERS KNOW THAT TOO. AND THEY THREATEN HER WITH THE IDEA OF GOING HOME. THEY KNOW THAT. LIKE WTF?????

A detail I'm also obsessed with is that in Pavitr's universe, you see the damage and glitching before the Spider Society shows up. They call it a "quantum hole" or something, because that's what they believe it is. That's what it HAS to be, right? It can't be anything else. It has to be damage from the disruption of a canon event. But that is NOT what that is. That deep blackness- That's damage from The Spot. You can even hear it in the music, you can hear Spot's motif. It's probably also glitching because Spot is literally becoming some multidimensional being.

BUT MIGUEL IS SO DUMB AND SO UNLIKEABLE TO ME LIKE HE COULD HAVE AVOIDED THE WHOLE CONFLICT WITH MILES IN THE FIRST PLACE IF HE DIDN'T TELL HIM HIS DAD IS GOING TO DIE!! LIKE HE SCREWED HIMSELF OVER!! Sure, maybe he figured he should know what's going to happen, just accept it and join the club, but like. MAN.

BUT WHAT GETS ME. WHAT GETS ME THE MOST. WHICH MAKES ME ROLL MY EYES HARDER THAN ANYTHING.

"I'm this dimension's one and only Spiderman. Or, at least I was. But I'm not like the others. I don't always like what I have to do. But I know I have to be the one to do it. I've given up too much to stop now."

OH BOOOHOOOOOOOOO, CRY ME A RIVER. LIKE OH MY GODD. THIS IS LITERALLY ALL THE MOST CLICHE AND GENERIC QUOTES FOR A CHARACTER OF HIS TYPE. LIKE HOW DO YOU TAKE THAT SERIOUSLYYY I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE. OKAY DRAMATIC EDGY MCEDGE I GET IT. I DON'T FEEL BAD FOR YOU!! I HAVE NO REASON TO!!!

I can not WAIT for Beyond The Spiderverse to have Miguel be faced with the fact he's wrong. But he can't face that. Because if he knows he's wrong, he has to face the fact that he's done all of this for nothing. And when people learn the truth, they're likely going to be a bit pissed!!

This came out a little more disorganized and incomprehensible than I wanted, but I think I expelled all my energy yelling about him and stuff in DM's on Discord, so I'm just piecing together all the pieces I left scattered LMAO

Sorry Miguel fans,,,,, you may think he's hot but I do not. This is all just my opinions and thoughts, keep that in mind!!! No hate to anyone who likes him, I know a lot of people do!! I'm just not that big a fan

anyway if anyone wants to hear more of my thoughts on Spiderverse ermmm shoot me more asks :] I enjoy talking

#SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS GOT #i've just. been so insane about this movie #and i have a like/hate relationship with Miguel #he's an interesting character and good for the story but for some reason i just really don't like him #and i can't tell if that's the point HAHAHGJ #still a good movie though. thumbs up #sock talk #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv spoilers #spiderverse spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #spiderman: across the spiderverse spoilers

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Melanin Goddesses

Request: hiiiiiii. I would like to ask you if you can make a headcanon of the Wammy boys reacting to their S/O Fem with brown skin and very thick thighs. If you have time and it doesn't bother you. Since your headcanons are so cool.

A/N: Hey there! I don't write for Matt when it comes to Wammy boys because I don't know his personality at all. Forgive me for that. The reader you described is literally me- wtf. Ps: I am a person of colour/ Indian/ too (just adding this before anyone gets mad.) Literally don't ask me what I wrote, I have no idea.

Warnings: Little suggestive for Mello.

Death Note (デスノ一ト)

This boyo has no interest in any physical characteristics. He only looks for personality, intelligence, maturity and understanding.

But he would be lying if he said that your melanin skin and thick thighs aren't a cherry on top.

He is literally so pale, so he was really entranced by the colour difference.

He thinks of you as some beautiful deity who ascended from heaven.

The first time he saw you wear shorts in front of him; he had a weird urge to bite your thighs??? (A/N: L what?)

He has always wanted to try resting his head on your lap to see whether it would be comfortable, but he is scared of making you uncomfortable.

You shuddered as you felt someone bear holes on your thighs. You looked up from your phone and saw L squinting at them.

"Something wrong, L?" you asked.

He shook his head but kept staring at your thighs.

"Uhh..is there something on my legs?" you mumbled, feeling very conscious.

L looked up at you and blinked, feeling bad for making you uncomfortable, "No, I just want to rest my head on your lap."

You stared at him for a few seconds before cracking a smile, "go ahead."

Near

Near is childish yet mature at the same time.

Therefore, I conclude the above-mentioned statement by deducing the fact that this lad would rest his head upon your legs while he talks about the most disturbing conspiracy theories, darkest cases etcetera. (My thesis is ready lmao.)

He mindlessly traces shapes on your arms, thighs...basically, anywhere he has access to, it makes him so relaxed 🥺

Overall it is all about emotional connect with him.

Near was laying on your tummy. your thighs rested on his shoulders as you two watched Howl's moving castle.

"Howl and Sophie are literally made for each other, "you sighed.

"But technically speaking, isn't Sophie like...60?" near replied while thinking and drawing circles on the exposed flesh of your thighs.

"I mean, yes, but he is a magician and she does, slowly, turn back to normal," you answer.

"Yeah," Near closed his eyes and turned around, burying his face in your chest, " 'm sleepy."

Mello

1 word: simp.

You know how that one audio that goes: "I Just Shot My Shot at this Lil Fine, Wonderful, Succulent, Lovable, Incredible, Cinnamon Chocolate!" Yep, that's him when he looks at you.

Unlike the other people, he will absolutely not hesitate to just randomly pick you up and put you on his lap.

Love-bites everywhere he can get his hands on!??! o//o

The kind of guy who would just randomly ask, "crush my skull between your thighs."

Also, he squeezes the flesh of your thighs to get your attention.

When he is driving, his hand is always resting on your thigh when it is not on the gear.

He just loves teasing you so much and seeing you get all worked up.

"Pay attention to me, babe, I am telling you something, aren't I?" Mello huffed, sitting in front of you.

"I am almost done with my-" your remark was cut short, by him squeezing your thigh.

"Mello," you warned.

"I am sorry, it's just too squishy!" he pouted and you had to leave your work in the middle just to listen to him ranting about this new chocolate flavour.

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Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

Requests are open (*3*) Reblog/like to give the author a hug (´;︵;)

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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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Hello!! 💕

I have 10 questions for you:

Q1: Is your request box is still opening for Rottmnt x female reader headcanons and oneshots?

Q2: Do you have request rules for Rottmnt x female reader headcanons and oneshots?

Q3: Can you accept prompts and songfics for request?

Q4: Can you accept yandere moments for Rottmnt x female reader headcanons and oneshots?

Q5: Can you accept suggestive moments like neck kisses, makeouts and hickey for Rottmnt x female reader request? I am sorry for asking an awkward question. 😅

Q6: What are your thoughts on Rottmnt Donnie and Rottmnt Leo?

Q7: What are your favorite Rottmnt characters you admire? Mine is Donnie and Leo!!!! 💕

Q8: What are your least favorite Rottmnt characters you hate?

Q9: Can you accept fanfics with Rottmnt x female reader like fanfics has more chapters than 20 chapters or 10 chapters for story idea request?

Q10: Can you accept crossover fanfics with Rottmnt x female reader for story idea request?

Please answer my questions I appreciate. 😊

Hello! Here are the answers to your questions lovely person, thanks :)

Also: I'm still shadowbanned so if other people can see this, hello ;;;

A1: My request box is open! I am currently working on two requests so getting to them may take a little bit but they are open, sadly my posts are currently not appearing on the tags, Tumblr is still dealing with my ticket on that.

A2: I will be making a rules post and sticking it to my masterlist, I currently don't have one but it is long overdue!

A3: I would love prompts and songfic requests!

A4: I think I could write that as long as it doesn't get TOO dark, however you should all be warned that I have never written a yandere character before so the more detailed you can be the better.

A5: I am totally cool with writing suggestive moments and I would warn about those accordingly so go ahead with those requests 🥰.

If things get more NSFW it might take more for me to be comfortable with it but it can be done 👀 I do like NSFW stuff but I am also demi aro-ace so it's not something I would write too frequently.

REST OF THE ANSWERS UNDER READMORE

A6: Leo and Donnie are both my favorite characters in the show! I love them to bits, to some extent it might be because I relate to them in some ways and I love the idea of them being twins.

A7: As I said I love Donnie and Leo, from their worst to their best there are things of both I can relate to, I like how the characters were written from their issues to their strengths.

Leo for one is a born strategist, and despite looking like the wildest of them all whenever his brothers are rushing to something he is usually the one stopping them or suggesting it might not be a good idea (Like when they decided to fight villains and were choosing hard cases to start with or when they were all trusting of Big Mama immediately), however it's also painful that nobody takes him seriously, they always think he isn't thinking things through before jumping and usually in complicated situations he is the one with a solution. He was created to grow into the role of leader.

Donnie for another is a genius, but his brothers seem so used to the things he can achieve they don't seem to appreciate it as much as they should, because for them it's a constant, Donnie craves the applause, the attention, the approval, specially from a parental aged adult (Donnie and Leo seem to have the most issues with how distant Splinter is, looking for approval or parental figures) he is wilder than the others in some ways, specially when it comes to using his tech (even in situations where it might be lethal) but he also loves his family dearly and is the first to have their back whenever Mikey or Leo seem to be in trouble (After Raph who is always ready to catch them).

Apologies for my rant, I love overanalyzing them 🥺.

A8: My least favorite character...is Splinter :( to be fair I loved the idea of Lou Jitsu, and I know he loves his sons, he just had a difficult...LIFE, and it must have been extremely hard to deal with his depression and all other issues while suddenly raising 4 kids in less than ideal conditions.

But the truth is he IS neglectful and all those difficulties do not make up for it, plus the character during this series seems like a terrible racist stereotype unlike the 2012 Splinter, that's a whole other can of worms I won't get into though.

I don't hate him! I love the moments he has with his children but what I said about him just...bothers me :(

A9: I am currently writing a long Leo x OC and I'm planning a Donnie x OC fic too! The reason they are x OC instead of x reader is because I feel like if the story is long I have to give the reader a more detailed personality, so it feels wrong to call them "reader", but if you like the OC and use Interactivefics you can easily change my OC's name to yours!

I WOULD LOVE IDEAS FOR THOSE LONGER FICS, if you feel like offering anything to them do go ahead, however for a request on a longer separate fanfic it would need to be a detailed request and as long as I'm working on my other longer stories I might only do ones that might get to 3 chapters long or so.

A10: I am Okay with crossover requests! However I will only do them if I know the other piece of media of course (Star wars, My hero academia, DC, Marvel, Disney, Dreamworks, etc)

Thanks for asking, I hope this answered all your questions and I will get to the rules for my requests as soon as I can :)

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kahuna-burger · 8 months

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Sorry I couldn't finish this in the event window, but I will keep plugging on it and put it on AO3 eventually.

Oh Oh Those Summer Nights

Warnings : None

Pairing : Hydra husbands (of course)

Characters : Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Jasper Sitwell, Phil Coulson, mostly unnamed STRIKE team OCs

Other tags : Pre canon, mild identity porn, under cover operations, SHIELD compartmentalizing like crazy, implied homophobia, possible internalized homophobia, epistolary (email), unreliable narrator due to epistolary and homophobia

Summary : Tell Email me more! Tell Email me more!

Chapter 1 : Happened So Fast https://www.tumblr.com/kahuna-burger/727100817162797056/

Chapter 2 : Had me a blast https://www.tumblr.com/kahuna-burger/727218990297055232/

Chapter 3 : Met a girl, cute as can be https://www.tumblr.com/kahuna-burger/727405419318984705/

Chapter 4 : Met a girl, crazy for me

https://www.tumblr.com/kahuna-burger/727672322363932672/

Chapter 5 : I showed off, splashing around

To : <shitheads>

From : [email protected]

Re : Wishing Coulson would spy on my emails

This entire assignment is bullshit. Sure we don't always get told the "why"s of our missions, but with STRIKE I know what the mission is! I'm supposed to be on surveillance, but who am I surveilling? Just keep an eye on the area. What am I on the lookout for? Oh, just stay alert to your surroundings. What the fuck makes this area even of interest? That's classified! Yeah, that's right, not only am I not looking for anyone or anything specific, I can't even know the most general of reasons to be here. Fuck every compartment of this organization.

*deep breathing exercises from the shrinks* Okay, pissbaby rant over. Dream Customer (henceforth D.C.) has been back a few times now, and the most recent visit she was in the attraction when another customer fucked up. It's an indoor underwater setup, which is your only identifying info and I WILL be checking you fuckers' search histories, so be good. Anyway, some dumb fuck tried to get into an area they obviously shouldn't have and snagged their hoses. Genius, huh? Unfortunately, we aren't allowed to let fuckheads die with the consequences of their actions, so I had to go sort it out before there was an insurance hassle.

But when I got to him, D.C. was there, stopping him from moving and fucking up his gear any more, AND had managed to hold the tube in place temporarily. Fucking rockstar, she saw what I wanted to do with the emergency mask right away and helped get him untangled so I could pull him out easier. Of course, then I was stuck dealing with the asshole and paperwork on him for the rest of the shift, but I am officially fucking head over heels guys, I cannot deal with this level of competence along with looks and a decent personality.

But of course, since I don't have any idea who the damned people of interest even are on this fucked up op, I can't actually risk asking her out for a drink, because she might end up being someone we move on! So, we're back to fucking SHIELD in all available configurations.

Glad to hear Lee's follow up procedure went well, but only because it brings me one step closer to escaping this mindfuck of an assignment. Get well soon, or else.

***

To : <gamma>

From : [email protected]

Re : wow

Had some excitement at the attraction, which I really do like and am not just stalking Robin. (More excitement than this so called assignment, I'll tell you that.)

So it's a caving adventure of sorts (I think there's enough of those not to be accidentally identifying) and the crew gears everyone and makes them demonstrate skills before they go in (that's where I usually see Robin, though sometimes they switch roles around.) But someone ahead of me got tangled up and then made it worse panicking.

I pressed the panic button on the gear and was keeping him from flailing while trying to figure out how someone was gonna get him out without injury (it was in a narrow section) when the whole wall opened up and Robin was right there with an emergency kit.

And okay, I already liked her, even though I didn't know how much was the whole public facing persona, but we've moved up to a whole other level now. She just took charge instantly, gave quick clear directions in a really chaotic situation, and had the guy clipped to an emergency line and out of there in literal seconds. Stone cold professional in what was probably the first crisis at the attraction. I gotta ask her out, this is no longer optional.

Oh, and I put down my money on "morlocks/mole men/other underground uprising" in the new pool, cause I figured it wasn't any less likely than alien invasion but I would be one the only ones on it if it won.

-Jack

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To : [email protected]

From : [email protected]

Re : Just this once.

Since your clearance increase from being made a STRIKE Commander has gone through, and having no contacts on this mission is clearly more stressful than we anticipated, I am giving you access to the level three briefing.

To summarize, we have reason to believe that this area could be subject to an extra-human instigated attack in the next three months. To avoid panic or excessive non-SHIELD interest, prestaged assets have been infiltrated rather than stationed in a temporary compound, and it has been presented as a surveillance operation to everyone below command level.

You can therefore consider yourself on standby, and do not need to be any more suspicious than your norm of local humans. (Continue to report suspected extra-humans through the normal channels.)

Thank you for your continued professionalism.

-Phil Couson, SHIELD

Attachment(s) : Area5lvl3

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sayuricorner · 1 year

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Rise of the TMNT X TFA: Former cybertronian gladiator!Splinter(Lou Jitsu) AU: One-shot 2 - A Blast From the Past(Splinter’s version)

One-shot: A Blast From the Past (Megatron’s version)

One-shot 3 - A Blast From the Past(Ultra Magnus’s version)

AU concept

Warning : English is not my first language so sorry if it's confusing ! 😅

Hi everyone! Here's another one-shot I wrote for the AU! ^^ This one-shot will be about Lou Jitsu's/Splinter's version of his past as a Cybertronian gladiator! ^^

(I hope I got the characters right! Sorry if it appear a bit OOC and/or confusing! T_T)

If you want to use this AU go ahead, just tag/credite me in return please! ^^

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It was silent in the Lair, a rare peaceful and relaxing atmosphere was present, a rare moment that Splinter attended to enjoy.

The old rat was seating on his armchair, relaxing while listening one of his disks on the record player, the boys were out for the evening which give him times to profit from this moment of silence.

Don’t get him wrong, he love spend times with his sons and their shenanigans, while being prompt to create a lot of mess, bring life and excitement in their home.

But sometimes, having peaceful moments like this one was good and Splinter was determined to profit from this evening and relax.

A screech bring Splinter to reality and, with a frown on his face, turned his head to the source of the noise to notice that the record player was at the end of the disk.

Sighing a bit, Splinter got up from his chair to take the disk out of the record player.

Once the disk was put back in it sleeves, the old rat headed toward his room.

When the disk was put back in it place, Splinter was begin to head back to the living room with the intention to go watch one of his favorites game shows on the TV when an untoward step on a skateboard, which was in the way and was certainly left here by one of the boys instead of being put away at it place, made the rat fall back right into a pile of some of his belongings.

Groaning of pain and ranting in his breath about his sons's bad habits of letting their belongings messfuly everywhere in the lair, Splinter was about to get up when something got his attention, more specifically, a writing on a papier which had fall among other ones right in front of him.

"You flare, you flicker, you fade. And in the end, all your tomorrows become yesterdays.”

Curious, Splinter grabbed the paper and took a closer look at it, his eyes went wide in surprise when he saw the title.

“Afterlife”

He recognised it, it was a poem, one of HIS poems.

The old rat then grabbed the other papers, walked back to the living room, sit down on his armchair and looked up at the papers.

All of them were poems, poems write by HIM.

A smile appeared on Splinter's face, it was a very long time since his "adventure" in the "other dimension" but it was an adventure he nevers forgot.

He remembers as if it happened yesterday, back when he was still Lou Jitsu, his production acquired an antiquity, a sort of old puzzle, as an accessory for a future movie.

Curiosity took over and Lou Jitsu tried to solve the puzzle, what he didn't had expected however, was to be spirited away in another world by the puzzle once he solved it.

How his former studio unwillingly got their hands a magical artifact was still a mystery to him.

And as if being spirited away in an unknown world hadn’t be enough, he had also be turned into a sort of robot being like the ones from the tv shows and cartoons he watched as a kid.

The shock passed and after having learnt how his new body worked, like finding out he could transform into a vehicle, he tried to find a civilisation to find a way back, but fate seemed to wanted to play dirty with him because he had just get to a city that he got a bad altercation with some locals which ended up in a fight and put him in troubles with the city’s authorities.

And as, apparently, a “cybertronian”, the specie he turned into, without any kind of identity was suspicious, he got the whole blame for the fight and got arrested.

His bad luck then got worse when he got released from jail only to become a gladiator, turn out the arena master heard about his fight and brided the authorities to add Lou Jitsu in his gladiatorial arena.

That was how Lou Jitsu unwillingly ended up as a gladiator but despite his bad luck, Lou Jitsu didn’t let himself go down and make his best to win his fights which granted him a reputation.

Who know maybe if he keep winning his fights an occasion to win his freedom back will appear at one point?

This was in this environment that he met HIM, the one who Splinter still saw to this day as one of his dearest friends: Megatron.

He was a gladiator like him, he was a loner and both didn’t interact until Lou Jitsu saved him one day from 2 others gladiators who wanted to beat him up while Megatron was training.

This was when fate decided that they were going to interact and the arena master even made them “dormmates”.

Megatron didn’t seemed too happy about it and wasn’t very up to talk, that was until Lou Jitsu found out that Megatron liked to write.

He had been surprised by the other gladiator’s writing, it was good, very good!

He liked Megatron’s work and let him know much to the latter’s surprise, he thought he was going to mock him and spew that frame prejudice garbage he heard about ever since he became stranded in this world.

Ever since, whenever Megatron, that he now called “Megs”, would write something, Lou Jitsu would read it, it was like a sort of “tradition” between the two.

And poetry wasn’t the only thing Megs had done, Lou Jitsu also noticed Megs was also very ambitious into changing his specie’s society for a more free one for all cybertronians which he found more than admirable.

Months had passed, both Megs and him flights and win a lot of gladiatorial fights, creating themself big reputations as gladiators and as for their dynamic, a complicity between them was created which involved into an unexpected friendship.

During his time as a gladiator, Lou Jitsu also get to know other cybertronians he notably remember two of them:

-Lugnut a gladiator from Kaon that Megs and him fought and beat in a “two against one” fight and who had became a sort of “fan” of them ever since.

-And Ratchet a young a bit grumpy medic who had work as a medic in the gladiatorial arena temporarily.

Then came his fight against Skullcrusher, the fight which was the ticket for freedom he waited.

The combat had been very rough but in the end Lou Jitsu won, winning back his freedom and gaining the right to a wish in bonus.

And oh boy how he remember the face of the arena master when Lou Jitsu asked for the liberation of all the gladiators and that they get a compensation!

He haven’t been able to refuse thanks to the public’s pressure and granted him his wish.

After that Megs and him parted way having their own projects in mind, however, Lou Jitsu kept a souvenir from his friend, his own copies of Megs’s writing that he kept preciously.

His search for a way home came in the form of an old cybertronian called Alpha Trion who was able to send him back to his world, what was the way used to send him back?

Splinter unfortunately forgot…

When he was back and human again, what was his surprise when he found out that if he had been stuck in the “other world” for months, only a few hours had passed in his own world, making his disappearance unnoticed.

So he just accepted it and go on with his life, his copies of Megs’s writings having been put safely in a box which had inside his most precious possessions.

Life going on for Lou Jitsu.

But then came the fiasco relationship with Big Mama, the fights in the Battle Nexus, his mutation and the adoption of the boys.

When Lou Jitsu disappeared and became Splinter.

When he had settle down with his new sons, Splinter had sneaked into his former home to get back the possessions he didn’t wanted to leave behind, this included the box with Megs’s writings.

He remember reading them whenever he was feeling down, for some reasons, reading his friend’s poetry and texts brang to him comfort and lifted his mood.

Splinter even read them to his sons whenever it was when they were going to bed or when they asked, everytime he read them to the kids, the boys always listened and were captivated.

Splinter like to think that those texts even played a role in the boys’s passion for science fiction as the texts’s content often spoke about space and Cybertron.

He also remember how when the boys asked him questions about who was the author.

(Flashback)

“-Dad!Dad!Dad!” The voice of a young Michelangelo resonated in the lair.

“-Yes Orange! What is it?” Splinter asked as he turned his attention toward his youngest son who was looking at him, his brothers standing behind him.

“-We wanted to ask you something! About the cool texts you often read to us! Did you wrote them?” Michelangelo asked, the three others were staring in curiosity.

Splinter stared surprised at his sons for a few seconds before laughing a bit.

“-As much as I would like to write this well, no! I’m not the one who wrote them!” He answered.

The boys’s eyes became wide in surprise.

“-But… If you didn’t wrote those texts… Then who did it?” Purple asked.

“-Well, the texts’s author was a very dear friend of mine…” Splinter begin to explain before smirking.”And your godfather!”

“-WE HAD A GODFATHER?!” The four young turtles exclaimed shocked.

“-Yep!” Splinter confirmed, amused by his sons’s reactions.

“-Tell us more about him! Please?Please?Please?” The young turtles begged him excited.

The rat mutant smiled at their antics.

“-All right! All right! If you want to know, sit back and listen to me well!”

(Flashback end)

Splinter smiled in nostalgia as he finished to read the last paper, once he had talked about Megs to the boys, they were excited about how cool “uncle Megs” was not only as a writer but also as a fighter.

The “godfather” thing made Splinter smirked, he remember talking to Megs about making him his potential future kids’s godfather back in the gladiatorial arena at night when he was drunk or “overcharged” for cybertronians.

When he thought back, he was certain that Megs didn’t had the slightest idea of what he was talking about but even if he declared this while drunk and Megs wasn’t aware of what that was meaning, Splinter was more then serious about the godfather thing and when he adopted the boys, he didn’t forget about his personal promise and emotionally declared Megs as the boys’s godfather, even if the main concerned “person” wasn’t aware of any of that nor of the boys’s existence.

Splinter keeps on smiling, he often wonders what Megs became after he left the gladiatorial arena, did he succeed in changing Cybertron? Did his dream of making a more equal society for all frame types happen?

Splinter don’t know but he hope it does and that everything go well for his friend.

A ring broke Splinter out of his thoughts and the old rat noticed it was from his phone.

Taking it out and looking at it, Splinter saw in surprise that the caller was April.

This was strange! Normally when the young human girl called, she was usually calling one of the boys!

Confused, Splinter picked up the phone and answered.

“-Hello? April? How are doing? Is there something you wanted to talk about?” He asked confused but nicely.

…

What he hear next shocked him to the point that Splinter’s shocked and worried voice resonated in the lair.

“-WHAT DO YOU MEAN “THE BOYS ARE MISSING?!”

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