#a gong in my head gets bashed

[goliathlandlord]

The Tennant have been spotted at Nye

#I have no reason to be affected #but #everytime they interact #a gong in my head gets bashed

[nanato04]

Thought instead of just reblogging everything, i will add some of my own works too <3

P.s. shanks has one arm here

Word count: 7750

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You’re a fucking tease, you know that?

You were the latest member of the Red Hair pirates. You were quite the feisty one when the captain, Shanks, saw you for the first time. Being from a town where crime and murder was rampant, you grew up to be a very combative person. You met Shanks in a bar. While you were downing beer after beer, a bunch of no-goods came up to you and asked how much you charge for a night. You didn’t really get bothered by them and plainly said you were not in that field of work. But they didn’t seem like the type to listen and they started getting too handsy with you.

Shanks was sitting a few tables away witnessing this, he was blissfully eyeing your body while the bunch of fools came and interrupted. And just when he almost got up to defend you, you already got to beating the shit out of them with whatever came to your hand. You bashed one with a bar stool, broke a bottle on another guy’s face, gonged a man’s head with your head and repeatedly stomped his balls. Later when you were done bashing them you turned back to see a red-haired man and assumed that he was one of them. You threw a punch at him but he blocked it by effortlessly holding your fist with his hand.

“Cool down, tiger,” he said with a smirk.

“Who the fuck are you?,” you snarled while snatching your fist away from his hold.

“I’m Shanks, captain of my pirate crew. Nice to meet you,” he said with a toothy smile.

You then assumed he wasn't a part of that handsy group you just beat down.

“Oh. Well. I didn’t know that, sorry for throwing a punch at you. Now leave me alone,” you went back to your seat and continued drinking.

Shanks laughed loudly and he wanted to pursue you more.

“Hey, you didn’t introduce yourself,” he leaned on the bar counter, coming a little closer to you.

“Why should I?”

“No reason, just curious about you,” he said slyly. And it was kinda working on you.

You weren’t approached like this before, and he seemed like a nice guy. So you thought of entertaining this conversation a little.

“Name’s Y/N. I live here,” you said plainly, you didn’t maintain any eye contact.

“Ooo that’s a pretty name! Say, what do you do for a living?” He questioned. His strong presence made you feel a little intimidated, but you weren’t scared of him.

You gave him a side-eye contemplating whether or not you should tell him more about yourself. You totally ignored his exposed chest and abs from that half-way buttoned white shirt.

“Mmm. I do freelancing. I can fix things like machines and vehicles. Aside from that, I do other odd jobs too. Honestly, I don’t understand what I do for a living,” you said, slapping yourself in your head for talking too much.

He was silent and he listened to you. You got a little uncomfortable with how he just didn’t say anything so you chugged your remaining beer and got up from your seat.

You took a long exhale and said, “Alright, I’ll leave now. Goodluck with whatever endeavor you have going on.”

Just when you started walking out Shanks called you.

“Hey Y/N.”

You looked back to see him facing you.

He gave you a smile and said, “Join my crew!”

Your eyebrows shot up and you put your hand on your hip, intrigued at his proposal.

“Now why should I do that?” You sassed.

“You’re strong, I like ya! Plus I will keep you fed and you will have a warm bed to sleep on,” he candidly said.

You pouted your plump lips, thinking about this offer. He never broke eye-contact with you and there was thick tension between you two. Well, you’d have food to eat and a nice place to sleep. It would also be way more fun than the boring life you have going on in this island.

“I-,”

Yasopp cuts you off and yells from the faraway table, “OUR CAPTAIN REALLY GOT THE HOTS FOR YA WOMAN!” And all of the Red Hair pirates started laughing and hollering.

Shanks was flustered and gritted his teeth, making a mental promise to drown Yasopp later.

You barked out a laugh so big that you were in tears. You said between laughing, ambiguous words slurring out of your mouth, “I guess I’ll take you up on that offer, Captain!”

Shanks too broke out into a laugh, his cheeks had a light tinge of red on them.

“Sweet! Yasopp come here I wanna tell you something,” Shanks called him out sweetly, Yasopp tried fleeing but Benn and Roux held his hands and legs so he couldn’t move. Everyone including you laughed as Shank went towards his table as he cracked his knuckles.

___

Your new pirate-life was a hundred times better than your life in your hometown. You were liked by the entire crew and you enjoyed everyone’s company. You were also the only woman in the red hair crew but that didn’t bother you much since everyone was respectful and nice to you. At times you helped around with cooking and cleaning. You loved playing cards with Roux and Yasopp. Benn was a real good friend to you and he would always take your side when you bantered with your fellow crew members.

The catch here though was, you barely gave any attention to you captain and that always made him envious of his mates who always got your complete attention. Of course, you obeyed his orders and all but, you intentionally liked to tease him by not talking to him.

Shanks loved watching you. Regardless of the petty game you’re playing with him, he loved to observe you to see what all you’re up to. You were always in your black tank top and olive green shorts, exposing your thick and strong thighs. He would sometimes even take his time to count all the stretch marks you have, he has half the mind to graze his hand over your thighs and squeeze them but, he will work his way to there one day.

One day you jumped up to reach something and it made your butt wobble, you refused to take anyone’s help but at the same time you just couldn’t reach the jar you really wanted. Shanks was passing by the kitchen and he saw your struggle, he thought that was a nice chance to get closer to you but before he even made it to you Benn was there to assist you.

“Hey Benn! lift me up,” you asked your friend.

“Hmm? Aight,” he accepted your request and effortlessly lifted you up, his hands squeezing into your waist. You then looked out the kitchen to make eye-contact with your captain. You gave him a smirk and the red-haired man shook his head and huffed. You finally got hold of your jar. He put you down and you thanked him. He patted your upper back and walked away. You leaned on the counter and took a spoon and scooped up the jam in the jar. After witnessing all this Shanks still came inside the kitchen and stood in front of you. You saw him come closer to you so you put the spoon in your mouth, licking the jam off of it.

“What brings you here, cap’n?” you asked as you went for another scoop and just when you were about to put it in your mouth, Shanks grabbed your wrist and twisted the spoon towards his mouth and he ate the jam off, licking the spoon, all while keeping an eye contact with you.

“Just wanted some jam,” he said. He was so close to you that your bust was almost touching his chest. There was impenetrable tension between you too that was broken off by Yasopp yelling your name.

“Y/N!!! I SEE AN ISLAND COME HERE!!!”

“I’M COMING!” you yelled back. Shanks didn’t budge though. Your eyes darted towards his lip that had a speck of jam on the side. You brushed your tongue on his lower lip, Shanks was curiously watching you. You then wiped away that small bit of jam and licked your thumb, intentionally going in deep. He whistled at you as you shoved the jam jar on his chest and he held it. You smirked and walked off, he gladly watched you go. Once you were gone he covered his face with his palm and groaned. You will really be the death of him.

___

The Red Hair pirates had just landed on an island. It was a long journey for everyone. They landed on a very small, sparsely populated island and it was very inviting. All your crewmates had dispersed, some were buying food, some were hitting the nearest bar, some went exploring. While you, on the other hand, had an evil idea.

With whatever pocket money you had, you went to buy yourself something nice to wear. You tried a lot of dresses and then found a real nice dress. It was a black floral printed dress. It had a flowy skirt and was backless too, exposing the big scorpion tattoo you had covering your entire back, the tail of the scorpion ending tight above your intergluteal cleft. You twirled in front of the mirror, the skirt flew high enough just to give a teasing view of your ass. You were beaming with anticipation to do what you were about to do

Sweet.

___

Shanks and his mates were in the beach bar, it was a big open space with a bamboo roof. It was around 7pm and the sun had already set. The entire had a deep yellow glow with all the halogen bulbs at all the corners. When you entered the bar everyone’s jaws almost hit the floor. This was the first time they saw you in a dress, and you were in an enticing one too. You had all sorts of compliments getting showered on you along with whistles coming right at you.

You went to the bar counter and drank a big jug of ale for the liquid courage. Your back was faced towards where Shanks was sitting. The man was whipped. He kept quiet though, he didn’t give you any compliment, maybe this was his own way of playing with you. The captain watched you, how your back flexed as you moved. How your ass was flush against the seat. How short your dress was. Yasopp saw his captain’s attention towards you and he said, “I’m shocked how you still didn't ask her out yet.”

Shanks laughed and shook his head, “I’m loving the chase though.”

The sniper sighed and continued his conversation with Roux who was munching on a lamb leg and eagerly listening to him.

The bar then played a slow, sensual song. This was the perfect chance to fuck with the captain. You got off your seat and walked towards your captain’s table. Just when everyone thought you would approach Shanks, you set your hand on Benn’s shoulder and asked,

“Hey Benn, this is my song, wanna dance with me?”

You could see everyone’s eyes almost pop off their skulls, no one saw this coming. Shanks was fidgeting with Benn’s lighter, spinning it in between his fingers. You were really testing his patience.

Benn set his cigarette down and said, “You sure?”

“Yeah, come on!” you raised your hand, indicating for him to hold it.

He held your hand and got up. When he turned back to look at his mates he just shrugged.

“Can’t miss the chance to dance with a lady.”

You got him closer, and set his hand on your waist. You wrapped one of your hands around his neck and laced your other hand’s finger into his. There was hardly any space between you two and your tits were flush against his chest. Benn didn’t know what was going on but he was enjoying this sexy dance with you already. You slowly swayed with him along the rhythm.

Shanks’ pupils darkened and he leaned back in his seat. His gaze never left you. He wasn’t mad at Benn. Because who would deny a chance to dance with a gorgeous woman like you? But it really should've been him instead of Benn, with you, dancing slowly, maybe even taking it to the bedr-

Your tattooed back was facing Shanks, he could see Benn’s hand placed on your hips, his calloused big palms pressing into your plush skin. You grabbed Benn’s head from behind and brought his head closer to your neck. You then whispered something into his ear to which he reacted with a wide smirk and gave you a nod.

He then shoved your waist closer to his groin and you grinded on him. Both of you had breathtaking chemistry during the entire dance. His hand roamed all over your back, he didn’t touch your ass though. You swayed your wide hips and went lower and lower, your face dangerously close to Benn’s clothed manhood. Under the low-light your sweat sheened skin glowed and the big scorpio tattoo you had was moving like it was your spine. He then got you up and twirled you, your skirt rising high enough for Shanks to see the beauty marks on your upper thighs. Shanks was really at his limit at this point, everyone else was hooting and whistling at you two. You both ended the dance when Benn dipped you really low, holding up one of your thighs. His entire palm held your thigh with such grip that it left a dark imprint.

He then lifted you up as the song ended, both of you were pretty sweaty and you thanked Benn by kissing him on his cheek. He would be lying if he said he didn’t get hard during the whole dance sesh, though he knew you were doing this just to get a rise of Shanks. He wouldn’t mind being your partner in crime again though.

Benn went back to his seat. “You lucky bastard,” Yasopp told him.

“Fuck you man,” Shanks laughed threw Benn lighter on his face. Ofcourse Shanks knew this was just one of your ways to brainfuck him.

When he was searching for you, he found you near the bar stool, all alone.

He got up with an excuse to order more drinks. Shanks stood very close to you and told the bartender his order. You were casually sipping on your cocktail, playfully ignoring him.

“You’ve put on quite the show, huh,” he remarked.

“Benn’s a great dance partner,” you replied.

“Since when do you wear dresses like this?” he said as he eyed your neck, his gaze carefully observing the beginning and the end of your tattoo.

“Why? You don’t like it?” you asked, but before he even answered you got up and slipped a hotel room key card in his shirt pocket. You placed your hand on his bare chest and whispered in his ear, “Give this key to Benn, will ya?” You then bit the tip of his ear, earning a breathy exhale from him.

“Sure,” he said, and you smiled at him and walked away to the hotel.

Shanks went to his table to grab his coat while half of his mates were passed out and some were still drinking.

“I’m heading out,” Shanks said, desperation drenched in his voice. Benn understood the scene and he nodded.

___

It was a cheap motel near the bar. The whole building was made out of wood. When Shanks walked in, he was met by a receptionist who immediately got up and said, “Sir, are you headed towards room 104 by any chance?”

Shanks raised his eyebrow and answered, “Yeah. Why?”

“Uhh, I’m so sorry I’m afraid to say this but you don’t match the description Ms. Y/N gave so you can’t go in,” the poor receptionist mustered the courage to say.

“Hah? What did she say?” Shanks asked with a puzzled expression.

“‘Only allow the man who has long black hair with a big gun with him to come inside. Don’t allow anyone else, especially a tanned man with red hair.’ These were her exact words, sir. Please don’t go or else I'll get beaten up,” said the scared man.

Shanks barked out a laugh and shoved the receptionist’s face out of his way. He ignored all of his cries, amused at your silly games.

He was standing in front of room 104 and went in without knocking. The moment he entered he was shoved to the wall, invited by a sharp blade to his neck. You were dangerously close to his face, he smirked and looked down at you, who wore a bathrobe now.

“You’re not Benn,” you remarked.

“Nope, I’m your captain,” he played along with you.

You shoved your knife more into his neck, even a tiny bit of more pressure would cut into his skin. He hissed in pain but was loving every bit of it.

“Not outside the ship, you’re not. Get the fuck out of my room and tell Benn to come in,” you demanded, so close to him that he could taste your breath.

Shanks then immediately grabbed your wrist and aggressively turned you around, shoving your back on his chest. Your knife was now on your neck. The blade was on the verge of cutting into the delicate skin of your neck. But you took a big gulp and the motion got the blade to slowly and deliciously dig into your skin. You huffed, you couldn’t move an inch with how much force he was holding you.

“You really needed to be reminded that I'm your captain in, and out of the ship, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear.

His bare foot now snaked up your thighs, his heel finding its way to your pussylips, over the bathrobe. You gasped at the sudden touch. The material of the bathrobe was rubbing on your clit.

“I’ve really had enough of your games, Y/N, do you not know how much I want you, can you not feel it?” he said huskily, grinding his erection on your ass at the word ‘feel’.

Shanks didn’t fail to notice how you didn’t get defensive at all, your hands were just holding his hand but not trying to push him away. Instead, you were shamelessly grinding him right back.

Your breath started to grow heavy, but you wanted to push him toward the edge further.

“Yeah? Bet you won’t even last for five minutes, Captain,” you taunted him, the last word laced with seduction.

Shanks let out a demonic laugh and the blade that was on your neck was slowly now drawing drops of blood. His heel which was intensely grinding your pussy, now went to your knee and slid your foot to the side, making you lose your footing and you dropped down along with him. You squealed at the sudden action by your captain. Now you were sitting against your captain, both of your legs were wide spread open and locked in place by Shank’s feet. You couldn’t close your legs even if you wanted to no matter how hard you tried.

“I guess I just have to prove you wrong huh? You can decide if you want Benn over me once I’m done with you, sweetheart,” he purred as his hand snaked towards your pussy, and to his surprise, you were not wearing anything under. Your back arched when his thick digits casually traced your warm, saturated lips.

“Ooo, Benn’s gotchu this wet, huh?” he mocked you and licked his fingers clean. Your head was leaning on his chest, too aroused to even acknowledge what he said, and he was looking down at you with a vulgar smirk.

He then removed your loosely tied bathrobe from your shoulders, exposing your voluptuous tits. He let out a satisfying growl when he groped your breast. Kneading it with just enough pressure for your nipple to harden.

His mouth watered at how deliciously malleable it was. You held his face that was set on your shoulder, caressing it as he hungrily explored the sensation of fondling your tits. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to your mouth, so close that he could feel your heavy breaths all over his lips.

“Touch me, captain,” you needily said, your hips grinding in need of any form of friction over your pussy. The cold air touching your exposed sex made your desperation for him worse.

Your words fell out of your mouth as sweet as grapes drenched in honey, how would he ever not listen to you?

His feet that were locking your legs in place had spread your legs further, and mild pain ran through the middle of your thighs. You moaned as the stretch was hurting you, but the arousal you got from that was unbearable.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, his hand now slithering down to your slit.

Tonight this madman was up to no good.

He collected all your juices to lubricate his hands, and he pressed on to your clit, your body mildly jittered at that and your hips bucked. But you only whimpered because that made your thighs stretch more. He shushed you, and snuggled his face on your neck, kissing and nibbling your salty skin. He continued his teasing by dipping two of his fingers deep in your pussy and removing them before you could even get a hint of pleasure from it. You whimpered from frustration because you were too damn desperate to be touched. You decided to take things into your own hands and you proceeded to rub your clit. His lips got closer to your ear, this time though, his voice carried no playfulness.

“Touch yourself and I will make sure you don’t even cum once,” his tone was so serious that shivers ran down your spine. You were even kind of regretting pushing him so much on the edge.

“Please, Shanks, touch me, I need you,” you begged, dumping whatever shame you had in you, already withdrawing your hand away from your heat. Instead, you held his thigh so tight to calm yourself down that he was sure you would leave marks.

He kissed your ear and hummed, “That’s my girl.”

His calloused fingers finally rubbed your clit at such intensity that he took your breath away. Your head threw back on his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed as he was dwelling in the scent of you. He then realized that he cut your neck a little with the slight scent of iron. Your captain immediately attacked your neck, sucking the cut out. This was truly driving him crazy. His attack on your clit only became more fierce as he was now rubbing it with three fingers. You hissed in pain. But the pain drove you madder as the pleasure was slowly creeping up on you.

“Shanks! Ahh- I can't- this is too much AAHHN!” you cried and his fingers only sped up, making you grit your teeth as you could feel yourself getting close to your orgasm. Your breaths started getting heavier and faster. You grabbed his hair and pulled him hard, hoping he would slow down. But he growled at the pain, getting more riled up.

“What? Don’t wimp out on me now darling, you gotta last at least more than five minutes,” he taunted.

Heat pooled in your lower back and you could snap any minute now. Your chest now had droplets of sweat and Shank’s stubble was scratching your neck making your head spin.

“I’m so close! Shanks-”, you moaned his name repeatedly, your thighs were shaking, and you tried so much to close your thighs from the pleasure but the more you attempted escaping his iron grip feet, he stretched them out more just as quickly.

“Come for me, my love,” he said with such a sweet tone. Tears were running down your cheeks as you screamed his name. Soon it felt like your whole body was short-circuited and you were washed with an intense pleasure storm. He was letting you ride your orgasm out. The impact was so much that you pushed back hard against his chest but he stayed put. You could feel his hard dick against your back and as you spasmed on him, the friction made him harder.

Once you came down from your high Shanks stopped the abuse on your clit and let your legs go, you hissed in pain. Your thighs were buzzing and you were extremely sensitive. You fell back on his chest, he put his fingers in your mouth and you cleaned them right off, your tongue tasting every bit of your arousal. He then caressed your hair, muttering sweet nothings in your ear.

The captain got up and lifted you with his hand. He laid you down on the bed and he kneeled in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt, taking in your naked form under the dim light. His pupils were blown by how alluring you looked. You looked so ethereal for him. Your chest heaving from the intense orgasm you just endured. Your curvaceous figure just waiting for him to get touched, consumed, manhandled-

Once he got rid of his shirt, he got on top of you, his hand slowly feeling your curves and dips. His smoldering touch on your body made you writhe your hips under him. He held your thigh up with his hand and his face hovered closely over yours.

“So impatient for me, hmm?” he cooed above you. His eyes darted towards the corner of your lips that had some drool on them, a result of his ministrations from earlier. Without thinking any further he licked it up, kissing and tasting the drool on your chin. His lips and tongue then crept towards your lips and he kissed you with raging desperation. Your taste was triggering his suppressed animalistic desires. He groaned and you were moaning into his passionate kiss. He bit your lip hard and when you let out an ‘aah!’ he leveraged the opening and darted his tongue in. You wrapped your plush lips around his tongue and ground your hips on his boner. His clothed dick was throbbing and the more friction it got from your grinding, there was precum collected in his pants.

He slapped your thighs hard and your body jolted.

“Behave yourself, sweetheart,” he said after parting his lips from the nasty kiss he was indulging in.

“FUCK me, captain,” you growled at him and he smiled, loving how you are just as desperate as him.

The captain gave you another deep kiss, and his lips grazed your lower lips as he separated from you. He then kissed your chin, lowering down to your neck. He was peppering your skin with hot and open-mouth kisses, licking you up like you were some sugar candy. His rough hand grabbed your boob and he was kneading it with such fervor that it made your arousal worse. Despite his big palms, he still couldn’t fit your entire breast and it drove him insane. His mouth now on your chest, smelling the sweet sweat around your breasts. The sweet and raw scent of you was more intoxicating than the hard alcohol he drank. He licked and kissed between your tits and he latched his lips on your hardened peak. He sucked on your breast hard and rolled your nipple between his lips. His hand was keeping the other tit busy by stimulating it nice and slow. Your chest rose from the bed, shoving his face deeper in your tit. You whined under him and when you looked at him, he caught on your eye contact and he winked at you. You averted your eyes and hid your face with your hands.

Shanks pinched the nipple that was in his palm and you yelped.

“What? I just wanna see your pretty face,” he said with a smirk after finally removing his mouth from your tit with a ‘pop’ sound. He even slapped your tits and saw them jiggle so beautifully. At this point, he had already lost his mind.

This fucking dog-

“Shanks!” You called him out, gritting your teeth. You were frustrated by his current distraction. You needed to get his dick in you so badly that you came up with something to provoke him.

“Hmm?” He said. He was willing to make you suffer until he drove you to the very edge, even though it means his dick can’t take the restrained torment anymore.

You looked him right in the eyes and said, “Why aren’t you fucking me yet, huh? Can’t get it up?”

Shanks’ mind did a 180 and he’s now dedicated to fuck that sass right out of you. He barked out a devious laugh and his hand came for your throat.

His lips were brushing yours as he said, “Oh you wanna get on my dick so bad huh? Alright, I’ll give you just that,” he said.

He got off the bed and got rid of his pants. When his dick got free from the constricts of the clothing your eyes widened. Your mouth watered at his size. Oh, he was definitely big big. You then spread your legs for him. He saw your seeping pussy and fisted his length a few times. Smirking at how needy you were for him, he quickly got on the bed and settled between your legs. He then grabbed your thigh and flipped you on your stomach. You were knocked out of breath and before you said anything he grabbed your waist and raised your hips high. This way he really got a good look at your back tattoo. It was in its full glory and under the dim room light it looked so fucking sexy on you. He grabbed your butt and squeezed it. Your heart was beating faster with anticipation of what next he’d do. He got down and gave your pussy a kiss from the back. You hummed and he licked your slit, from your clit all the way to your tight asshole. His fat and slick tongue left you mewling. Your taste made him moan and he wanted to go deeper with his tongue but he has a different mission for now.

The captain got up and grabbed his cock and spit on his tip. The precum and spit lubed his dick real nice and he lined it up against your heat. He pressed your clit hard with his tip and was feeling your wet heat.

Your body shivered at the feeling of his cock lingering over your pussy. You were throbbing for him so much that you pushed your hips back in an attempt to get his dick in you. He huffed at your desperate efforts and if it wasn’t for him being dangerously horny right now he’d tease you until you lost your shit. Shanks began by slowly pushing his tip in. He hissed at how tight your cunt was, and you whined at his girth. Inch by inch he slowly entered you, the stretch made you moan and tears stung your eyes. You were panting and tried your best to relax your pussy for him but he was just too fucking big.

Your walls were difficult to enter, yet you were so inviting. The way your pussy contracted his dick it felt like you were trying to suck the soul out of him.

“You’re sucking me in so good babe,” he panted. Once he was completely inside you, he paused for a minute for you to adjust to his size. Meanwhile, his hand was busy kneading your butt and tracing all the stretch marks with his fingers. He felt his dick get drenched with your arousal as you slowly rolled your hips on him, looking back at him, you smirked. He saw your salacious look and responded by pulling out midway and thrusting in hard. You gasped and moaned and your face was buried in the pillow. Your captain filled you up so good you felt your whole body burn bit by bit. His hand was grabbing onto your hip as he pounded into you with need.

Your captain’s eyes wandered towards your vacant ass-hole and he had another nasty idea. He had a lazy smirk on his face as he spread your cheek with his hand and he spat on your puckered hole. Your eyes widened and just when you could say anything, his thumb was rubbing the surface of your tight entrance and he applied just enough pressure to push just past the surface. Slowly twisting the fingertip one way and then the other, over and over.

This new sensation made you whine and push your hips into him more. Shanks was really amused at your reaction to his experimental action.

“Ooo you like this?” he snickered from behind you. “Oh what a dirty girl you are~”

“You’re so fucking nasty- mmmh!” your muffled moans reached his ears. Half of your face was shoved on the pillow and you wiggled your hips indicating him to go faster. He gladly obliged by increasing the speed of his thrusts. At this point he could reach deep inside you, the sounds of smacking hips riled him up wildly. And he just had to make you more flustered by mumbling this, “I wonder what would your Benn feel like when he hears us like this.”

You weren’t taking any of his bullshit as you said, “Yeah? Want me to fuck him too and tell you who’s better?”

Jealousy crawled up his spine the moment you said that, imagining you with him being intimate makes him want to properly claim you as his woman. You cackled when he leaned forward and grabbed your hair.

“Hah! Did my captain get angr- AAAHN,” your mockery was cut off by Shanks as his pace got much more intense than before. He then rolled his hips a certain way, your body shuddered and your breath hitched.

He lifted your face and purred, ���Oh? I think I found exactly how to shut you right up baby.”

His vehement backshots felt so fucking lewd and good. His dick was rubbing you on your weak spot constantly and you could feel your orgasm creeping up to you slowly. You grabbed onto the sheets like your life depended on it and moaned his name in fervor.

Shanks felt your pussy tighten around his cock, he saw how he could completely get inside you and as he got out there were strings of your juices and his spit.

At that sight, he didn’t have any intention to stop his jackhammering because he was dedicated to making you feel so good that you wouldn’t fall on anyone else’s dick other than his. He grabbed your neck and lifted you up to his level, pounding you real nice and hard from the back at the same time.

His grip tightened around your neck and his lips got closer to your ear, kissing it, nibbling it. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he ordered oh so sweetly. One of your hands was wrapped around his neck and so the other hand went straight to your clit. His constant attack on your g-spot and your work on your clit topped off with his choking was a recipe for a storm that was coming towards you.

He felt your walls spasm around his cock as you finally snapped and you came again, very hard this time. Your loud moans and the wet slaps of his dick in you filled in the room. He groaned at how deliciously you were gripping him. He let you ride out your orgasm by languidly thrusting inside you, he held you by your chest and shushed you as your whole body was jolting.

He kissed your temple as you finally came down from your second high. “You came on my cock so well, my love,” he praised you, making your cheeks burn and avert your eyes.

He then pulled out of you and sat on the bed with his back against the wall. You looked at him, and he patted his thigh, gesturing you to come towards him. You crawled towards him and he was taking in your beautifully obscene form. Your skin was covered with a sheen, the light reflected on you and made you look like a sex demon. Your hair locks fell on the side of your face and your plush lips were apart with drool on the side of your lips. Your juicy tits looked so suckable while bouncing as you were going towards him on your fours.

You spread his thighs slightly apart when you reached him. You took your time admiring his strong and muscular body. Your fingers traced his chest, grazing his nipple, wandering down his abs. You got on top of him, your legs situated on either side of his hips. His hot and throbbing dick was almost reaching your belly button. You were actually shocked that something this big was able to go inside you.

You saw him in the eyes, and naturally, your attention went toward his prominent scar towards his eye. You absentmindedly grazed it with your finger but he immediately grabbed your wrist but didn’t pull it away from your face. He had a serious yet lustful expression on his face. You weren’t intimidated by him though, not even slightly. You found his scar beautiful, every bit of his body features was beautiful to you. You kissed his eye once. Then again. Awaiting any negative reaction from him, but you didn’t get any. His grip on your wrist loosened. You continued kissing him more, on his eye, on his nose, cheek, forehead, and wherever your lips took you. You then kissed him on the lips, your tongue was readily invited by his tongue. You went in for a deep, slow, and passionate kiss with him. You were strumming his heartstrings and he was blissfully letting you do so.

Your other hand held his dick, you were stroking him with your grip mildly right and focused on caressing his tip with your thumb. His breath hitched at that. Your kisses now peppered the side of his mouth, chin, and now his neck. You were sucking the large vein on the side of his neck, attempting to leave a mark on him.

“You’ve been such a tease, y/n,” he remarked with a love-drunk voice. You hummed and replied, “And so have you, my captain,” kissing his collarbone and trailing your tongue on his chest. Your grip on his dick getting stronger, strokes maintaining the same slow pace.

“Is that so?” he mused, looking down at you with a smile.

“Mmhm, you didn’t make a move on me all this time, so I took things into my own hands,” you answered. Your lips latched onto his nipple and sucked it hard. He hissed and his hand held your face, fingers lacing in your hair.

You loved how his nipple instantly hardened and you rolled your tongue on it. He was making low whiney sounds and to get more reaction from him you grazed your teeth on his bud. And you finally earned a moan from him.

He then pulled you up and kissed you harshly. You now lined his dick on your slit and pushed yourself down on him, this time without any struggle. You winced as you were still very sensitive down there, but you could manage it. He groaned into the kiss and you rolled your hips on him, causing him to throw his head back. Your hands were on his chest for support and you were riding him at a leisurely pace. He looked down at you and saw how your boobs jiggled every time you got up and down on him. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your lips were parted. His hand grabbed your ass and kneaded it, encouraging you to keep going on.

“You look so beautiful, y/n,” he crooned. Your heart fluttered at his words and you had the urge to make him feel good. So you tighten your pussy around his dick every time you get down and release the grip once you go up. This felt so sinfully both to you and him, you moaned as you could feel him go so much more deeper inside you. You picked up your pace and rode your man faster.

Shanks could feel the blood rushing to his core and his thighs tightened at the soon-to-arrive orgasm. So he lifted his lips making you fall flush on his chest. You gasped at his sudden movement and he thrusted his dick from below at a brutal pace. He held your hips so tight that you were sure his prints would be there to last.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and gladly took whatever he gave you. His dick was rubbing your sensitive spot with this accessible angle and you felt your face heat up. For some reason, you felt the urge to mark him too. You grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth to open. You collected a decent amount of spit in your mouth and spit into his. He looked right at you and swallowed it immediately. The sight of him taking in whatever you gave had stirred something animalistic in you. You were just as crazy as him. There was no going back now.

This time your third orgasm seemed to be arriving a lot faster than you thought but you also felt something else coming. You suddenly had the urgency to pee. You patted Shanks’ back and whimpered, “Shanks please let me go, I need to pee!’

He was too immersed in chasing his own pleasure to even bother to let you go.

“It’s alright, let it go, it’s gonna be fine,” he assured you. But you frantically shook your head and kept begging him to let you go. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to have you release all your juices over his cock. Even the thought of that made him hungrily pump you and even snuck his thumb on your clit to get you to your high soon. You wailed and moaned and felt so fucking feverish. You tried to hold it in but this beast would not stop whatsoever. When he felt the newly learned signs of your orgasm on his dick, he smirked and grinded in you.

You truly came hard this time and your eyes rolled back. Both of you felt hot liquid gush out of you and you screamed his name repeatedly like it was a mantra. He groaned at the feeling of you dripping, spasming cunt and it only drove him closer to his release. His hips stuttered and his pace was also faltering. Tears drenched your cheeks as you were extremely sensitive now and he was still going at it. You bit into his neck and pulled his hair hard. After a few more pumps the man under you growled and released thick and hot ropes of cum inside you. You felt so fucking dirty and at the same time, you felt so good. You whimpered and he rubbed your back. You totally didn’t expect him to cum so much. Once he rode out his high he went limp on the bed, his dick was still inside you and you rested your body on top of him. Too sensitive to even move.

Both of your chests were heaving. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and kissed you there. “You did so well,” he praised you. Your head got up from over his chest and you kissed him again, the tiredness was evident in your energy. You then whispered over his lips, “You’re mine.”

He smiled, “I’m yours.”

You hugged him tightly. He hugged you back with his hand wrapped around your lower back.

Both of you stayed like that for what seemed like 15 minutes.

Shanks patted your butt and said, “Let’s get you cleaned now, yeah?”

You nodded and when you got up, you saw his abdomen glistening from the arousal you had released earlier. Shanks' gaze followed yours and he smirked, “That was hot, I wonder if I could make you do that again.”

You laughed and smacked his cheek playfully. He even saw the intersection of your pussy and his dick, his semen was slowly oozing out of you. The sight made him hard again and you widened your eyes and immediately got up his dick.

Shanks barked out a laugh at your reaction and he laid you down on the bed. “What? Your stamina can’t take it?” He teased you.

Now you weren’t someone to take stamina criticism from your old ass captain, so you said, “Try me, captain. I’m sure you’ll duck out sooner than me.”

“Oh yeah?”

That night you both went on for a few more rounds and both of you ducked out at the same time. You both didn’t bother cleaning up and he slept with you with his dick still buried inside you.

___

It was around noon the next day, Shanks had given you a nice hot bath and cleaned himself too. He let you sleep in and he said he would be back after checking in with the crewmates.

He walked to the bar he left last night and saw almost all of them passed out on the floor, chairs, and the fucking wall. He even saw puddles of puke at some corners and huffed. Shanks took a vacant chair and drank a half-emptied bottle of water.

Yasopp was passing by with a brush in his mouth and saw his captain in the beach bar. He didn’t fail to notice all the marks on his chest and neck. Disappointed at his captain for not even attempting to cover his love bites, and he did seem like he was proudly showing it off. “Oh she a freak freak,” he huffed and mumbled to himself. Being fully aware of your wilderness and his captain’s desire towards you.

-the end-

#shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you #shanks #akagami no shanks #one peice #red haired pirates #one piece smut #benn beckman #yasopp #shameless #new to tumblr

[randomingoftherandomness]

A/N: I call this one "3 people fall a bit in love with Yuanzhi Didi and his Gege who gets jealous”

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i. Yun Weishan

Objectively, she knows when something is beautiful. She’d been trained to be heartless and cold, but Wufeng could never quite smother out her ability to find beauty even in the most unlikeliest of moments.

Just like now, as she is sitting in Gong Yuanzhi’s laboratory sipping tea, placidly commenting on the poisons that the young man has developed.

He’s still got his edges, of that Yun Weishan has no doubts, and the likelihood of him ever fully trusting her is about as much as a snowflake’s chance in the heat of summer. She thinks it is a good survival instinct so she isn’t doing much by way of assuaging his paranoia, even if her husband has decided that sending over the strangest new herbs and plants from far and wide to his younger cousin is the best way to foster a relationship with him

“How about this one?”

She eyes the powder. “A quick death?”

“Slow.”

“Naturally.”

Gong Yuanzhi smiles. Pleased and small, and for a moment, Yun Weishan feels her breath catch in her chest at the way the watery sunlight catches on his cheek as he carefully exchanges the small dish with one that has a clear unguent.

"And this?"

Yun Weishan clears her throat and gathers her wits to study his offering. She blinks and Gong Yuanzhi cocks his head to the side as if curious.

She lowers her eyes. Best not to be caught looking at him too long.

ii. Elder Yue

Despite himself, his thirst for knowledge ultimately trumps whatever propriety or austerity he needs to keep as one of the three Elders of the family. At the heart of it, he will always be that Young Master who snuck out of the back hill to catch a glimpse of the Chuyun Chonglian grown by a prodigy in the family.

The same prodigy who is handing over a box of that same bloom.

"For you to study." Gong Yuanzhi respectfully says. This brat has always had an edge of impudence when talking to anyone who isn't his Shangjue gege. Why the sudden change of tone?

He thanks him, waving for an attendant to bring it away for storage. "Is there something you'd like in return? A gift needs to be reciprocated after all."

Gong Yuanzhi smiles. A genuine and honest one that floors Elder Yue for a beat before he surreptitiously steadies himself with a hand to the railing. Feeling heat suffuse his cheeks, he has to look away.

"I'd like to see your laboratory," Gong Yuanzhi says.

"My laboratory? It's no different than yours, I believe."

Gong Yuanzhi shakes his head, still smiling. Elder Yue thinks his own face must resemble the red of a New Year's couplet.

"I'm sure it's different." He insists. Pausing, before squirming a little. Looking a little bashful, he grows serious. "Our skills are complementary. Every poison has an antidote. Every illness has a cure. We are amongst the greatest minds in our generation. I'm sure if we put our minds together, we can come up with the solution to what the world needs."

Elder Yue purses his lips. "That... I did not expect that reasoning out of you."

Gong Yuanzhi relaxes his shoulders. "Too idealistic?"

"I would have never pegged you for it." Elder Yue counters with a soft grin. Turning, he beckons. "Come on. Follow me."

iii. Gong Ziyu

It's his first Mid-Autumn festival since ascending to the position of Sword Wielder. There's a sense of anticipation as the sound of his family fills the hall, all intermingling and chatting as they enjoy their meal.

Ah Yun is next to him, smiling as she pours him a cup of wine. Close by, he can see Jin Fan being secretly fed mooncakes by Zishang jie. Elder Xue and Elder Yue have their heads bowed, deep in conversation, while Xue Tongzi is silently drinking on his own.

The room feels full yet empty of faces that should be here. The thought sits heavy in his chest. There's still much to rebuild, much to heal and restore, but that will be a job for when the sun rises. Tonight, Ziyu is content to exist in the warmth of his family.

Then, his eyes travel to where Shangjue gege is seated with Yuanzhi didi.

There's a sense of quiet grace about them. Though they're not apart from the merriment, there's a feeling of separation. As if they exist in a world of their own and are happy to be so. Watching them a little longer, he sees the almost unspoken understanding between them; a careful chopstick serving of Yuanzhi didi's favourite dish, a pouring of wine into Shangjue gege's cup before he even asks for it. A little dance between them with steps that only they know.

Yuanzhi didi says something that has Shangjue gege smiling and that in turn has didi beaming. Happiness radiates as he leans into Shangjue. Distantly, in some part of him that still remembers the romantic notions of a youth he has left behind, he thinks that in a different life, Shangjue and Yuanzhi would make a good looking couple.

In the candlelight, Yuanzhi glows when Shangjue gege tilts his head to whisper something into his ear. His face goes slack with surprise and Yuanzhi turns to face Ziyu.

Their eyes meet across the hall. Yuanzhi is the first to smile, toasting him with his wine cup. Ziyu returns the smile and toasts him back.

+ Gong Shangjue

Gong Shangjue is not a jealous person, thank you very much.

No. He prides himself as reasonable. Logical and calm. Always thinking with his head over his heart, never being led by his emotions and always able to think things through before he acts on them.

He doesn't covet. He doesn't crave.

But when it comes to Yuanzhi didi's smiles?

Shangjue wants to hoard every single one of them for himself. Every time Didi smiles, he wants to sit and paint the exact arc that his lips takes and how it makes his eyes light up in a way that has him mesmerised. Shangjue wants to write odes and poetry, wax lyrically about how his world comes alive when Yuanzhi is by his side.

He wants to hunt down anyone Yuanzhi has shared his smiles with; wants to climb to the highest point of the mountain and shout to the world that this was his man and his alone, and no one can have him.

Heavens above, he knows he is insufferable when it comes to his little brother and he doesn’t care. The world will just have to deal with how much he loves and adores Yuanzhi.

And don’t get him started on how he calls him “Gege”.

Some days he just wants to lock Yuanzhi up next to him so that he is never out of sight. It’s ridiculous.

But then he remembers that he is the only one who gets to come home to Yuanzhi’s hugs, how Yuanzhi will always be there waiting to greet him at the end of a long journey away from the valley. Shangjue will forever be the only one to know how Yuanzhi looks tucked up against him in sleep, how he tastes when kissed in the middle of the day, how he feels when being made love to.

Shangjue reminds himself that Yuanzhi knows his blood as well as he knows his. It’s enough.

Thus, in conclusion, Gong Shangjue is absolutely not a jealous man, no. He’s just one who knows the gem that he has by his side.

#my journey to you #my journey to you fic #gong shangjue x gong yuanzhi #gab writes stuff #HNGGH this one got away from me

[zoomertheweimarwolf]

Aitheris | A Ninjago Au

Chapter 2: Only One Can Remain

The boat moved closer to the island, heading straight towards what looked to be a palace or a fortress. Everyone looked on in awe, Karlof walked over to the front, bumping into Kai, Kai said something before getting in a battle stance. However they were soon cut off as at least 50 men started chanting. The boat turned to its side and they tied it down to the stone dock, letting down a plank so people could exit.

“Welcome to Chen’s Island,” Clouse announced as he walked down the plank onto the dock, “The Tournament of Elements welcomes its brave fighters.”

Clouse and Garmadon had a few words with each other as they got off before Clouse turned and led the way into the palace. Vayu stuck close to Skylar, they had been good friends for two years now. They were the last to make it off the ship, following behind the ninja, they noticed Kai turn his head to look back for a moment, then he doubled back before running to the front of his group and pushing them aside.

“Ladies first,” he chuckled nervously as they passed, “fire will melt her icy heart, just wait.”

“Do you want me to give him a little scare?” Vayu whispered to Skylar, “just to make him back off.”

Skylar has seen Vayu in her other form, Vayu never had explained how or why, but Skylar respected her boundaries and stopped asking about it a while ago.

“No, you don’t need to,” Skylar chuckled as the wall’s gates opened. In front of them was the entrance to the palace, rows of men continued chanting while playing the drums. They all walked forward into the palace, making their way to the palace arena and sitting in a circle.

They all waited a bit before someone who wore red armour and the skull of a snake hit the gong, everyone remained quiet and seated until they heard majestic music playing.

“All rise for Master Chen,” Clouse called out. Everyone stood up as a throne slowly descended, Master Chen stood up.

“Welcome to the Tournament of Elements, now everyone can all die,” Master Chen announced as the doors swiftly closed, “direct your attention to me!”

“Never before have so many elemental fighters been under one roof,” he said walking towards them, “I see Master of Fire, Earth, Shadow, Speed. Even a prophesied Green Saviour. And a former pupil has returned.”

He went on to explain the anacondrai symbol on the gong, the guard bashed the gong again, it split revealing brackets, from the looks of it Vayu was set to fight someone with green hair and darker skin. Master Chen then went on to show the jade blade, it represents life, take it, move on, allow your opponent to steal it, loser.

Then Master Chen said something that sent a shiver down Vayu’s spine, “Your powers will keep you in the tournament, use it or lose it!” What did he mean by that? She burst out from her thoughts to hear Master Chen still speaking, “now please, enjoy my island, it's a super fun happy place! Fun time on me!”

“You’ll now each be shown to your rooms,” Clouse said, clapping his hands as the door opened as Kabuki came out, one for each person except for Vayu and Garmadon, one grabbed Skylar and Vayu’s wrists and lead them upstairs to Skylar’s room.

“We unfortunately did not have enough space for you with the guest chambers,” she said bowing to Vayu, “you will be staying with Skylar, Master of Amber.”

The two walked in and the door closed behind them, the room was clearly meant for Skylar, mostly different shades of orange but with specks of cyan here and there, there was an extra bed off to the side which Vayu assumed was hers, but Skylar agreed if they stayed in the tournament long enough they could switch beds if needed. There was a painting of Chen off to the side of the wall, odd considering this wasn’t Chen’s room, neither Vayu or Skylar had seen him before this day.

Skylar opened the doors to the balcony and stepped out onto it, when suddenly Vayu noticed that she was talking to someone, coming closer she could hear Kai speaking. She would have listened for longer if the intercom didnt turn on.

“Fellow fighters,” Chen said over the intercom, “hidden around my island are enough Jade Blades for every participant except for one. The one who returns to the Palace Arena empty-handed, loses. The tournament begins… NOW!”

Suddenly Vayu could hear plenty of people bursting from their rooms, running about searching for their green life, looking back she could see Skylar leaping from the balcony.

Vayu had no time to spare, she had to find a Jade Blade before- There!

Carefully placed above the door was a Jade Blade, Vayu wondered if there were some in other rooms as well, she leaped up and snatched the blade from its high position, the green blade of life that will keep her alive for another day.

Vayu burst out the door, not bothered to close it, to her left she could see people fighting for a Jade Blade, she leaped off the railing to the centre of the room, rolling down onto the floor before making a mad dash to the Palace Arena.

She burst through another set of doors to see Chen sitting on his throne with Clouse next to him, next to his throne was a golden snake statue, in it were holes available to fit the Jade Blades into. There were two other people there, those whose powers she was unaware of, Clouse took her Jade Blade and placed it in the statue.

“Fourteen Jade Blades Remaining!” Master Chen said.

Slowly those numbers went down, twelve, eleven, eight, four, two, and one. Only one Jade Blade remained, everyone was here except for Kai and Karlof, it better have been them since they seem to have something against each other.

The door opened and someone walked in, a faint green glow could be seen, Karlof stepped out from the shadows, raising his Jade Blade high into the air, “Karlof wins!”

Suddenly his metal hand fell off, Kai who was behind him, picked up the Jade Blad, “looks like you got a screw loose,” he said before using his fire to carry himself over to the snake statue, placing the Jade Blade into it.

“We have a Loser!” Master Chen announced.

“That's not fair!” Karlof protested, “he cheated!”

“I did what I had to do,” Kai said.

“Fine,” Karlof said, “I lose. Karlof never wanted to be on stinking island anyways!”

“Oh I'm sorry to hear you did not enjoy your stay,” Master Chen smiled, “I guess this turned out for the best. This is goodbye!”

And with that he pressed a button on his throne and the floor beneath Karlof dropped, he screamed as he fell before it was cut off by the trapdoor closing.

“As you see,” Chen continued, as the guard with the snake skull broke Karlof’s bracket in half, “lose and you are out, break any rule, you are out! Never bite the hand that feeds you, Master Chen delicious noodles. Now rest up! Tomorrow the tournament will recommence.”

Vayu and Skylar brought their food to their room as Vayu had stated that she was currently uncomfortable around the other masters and Chen, she was glad that Skylar understood.

“You know you didn't have to come with me,” Vayu stated as she continued to eat her noodles, “you could have stayed behind with the others, possibly gained some advantage against them.”

“Yeah but I didn’t want you to be alone,” Skylar said, “just for now at least, but may I ask, it’s reasonable to be weary of the other elemental masters but why of Chen?”

“I feel as if im the only one whose caught on to the weird things he says,” Vayu whispered, setting down her empty plate, “earlier he said ‘use it or lose it,’ what did he mean by that, and the trapdoors, instead of letting him sail off the island they just drop him. I don’t like the vibes of them, something is up.”

“I doubt it,” Skylar said, standing up and getting into a battle stance, “try to show me what you’ve got, not too hard though, we don’t want to attract any attention.”

The two sparred for a little bit, back and forth using their elemental powers, little did they know they were being watched.

“So,” Vayu started to ask, “did you grab his power yet?”

“Yeah,” Skylar held her hand out as a puff of flame emerged from it, she clenched her fist, killing it.

“She’s fire.”

Vayu didn’t know exactly who said it but she definitely knew someone was watching them, she tapped her foot twice, Skylar did the same.

Good thing she understood, the two trained for a minute longer until Vayu could no longer hear the footsteps, deciding that they did enough training and went to bed, waiting for the tournament to recommence.

(This was written back in 2022, it’s very old by now, it gets better as the chapters progress I promise)

#ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago clouse #ninjago garmadon #ninjago skylor #skyler’s name is never consistant in the show #ninjago karlof #ninjago kai #lloyd garmadon #fanfiction #this was written back in 2022 #ninjago au

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Hiii! Love your blog, you’re a pretty damn talented writer! If your requests are all open, how would each of the boys react to the reader (attempting) to sneak in their rooms and “touch” them. If you’re not comfy with nsfw, you can just do the reader crawling into bed with them at like 3 am. :) no rush obvi, I know how long writing can take XD

Thank you, I wouldn’t say I’m particularly talented but I try very hard! 

I’ll do like a mix of both because “sneaking in to touch them” doesn’t sound very consensual so I’ll do the reader going into their rooms and asking to sleep in there with them if that’s ok with you

Leo

Leo’s a pretty light sleeper

always gotta be on guard and all that

so when he hears the door to his room creak open at like 3am he is wide awake and ready to fight

until he sees you standing there in your pj’s

“Hey, I can’t sleep. Do you mind if I stay in here with you?”

he’s very quick to accept

a little to quick which makes you laugh

you cuddle up to him in bed and he sheepishly puts his arm around you

“You know, and don’t laugh, but I’ve never had someone in my room before”

you laugh a little anyway

“glad I could be your first”

eventually you both get a little more comfortable with the situation and he even kisses the top of your head which makes you more bold

you give him a quick kiss on the lips and this takes a turn

very heavy makeout session but Leo is a gentleman and isn’t going to take it further than than on the first night you spend with him

so you just fall asleep wrapped up in each other, limbs just tangled together and feeling so at ease with one another

Raph

Raph sleeps like a fucking log

snoring and muttering in his sleep

but he jolts up when he feels hands shaking him a little

“Psst, hey Raph. I couldn’t sleep. Mind if I climb in with you”

he likes you and he’s half thinking this is a dream so he makes a move

“What’s in it for me?”

you don’t really know how to respond so you just giggle and climb in anyway 

he rolls over and wraps his arms around you

somewhere in the middle of you guys talking a little he really comes to and just says “wait, is this real?”

and you laugh “Yeah, this is very real”

“Damn, I thought you in my bed was too good to be true”

you give him a kiss on the cheek and he gets ll bashful and suggests you both should just sleep

but as you’re drifting off you can feel him smells your hair and smile into your scalp

lets you know that he really does care and want you there

Mikey

ever since you met Mikey has been suggesting a sleepover

so you’re pretty sure he’ll say yes but figured you should ask anyways

“Hey, mind if I sleep in here with you?”

“Come to papa!” is his enthusiastic response

immediately wraps you up in his arms and has his face in the crook of your neck as you guys lie down

playing with your hair and generally just hitting on you

lots of lame lines like “If i could rearrange to alphabet I’d put u and i together” and shit like that

“Mieky, I’m already in your bed, you don’t have to try this hard” you laugh

eventually a little kissing begins, he initiates it because he’s been waiting to kiss you since the day you both met

which he tells you

but you’re both tired which is evident from the sloppy makeout session so you both cuddle up and begin to sleep

but not before Mikey gives you one last kiss and tells you how happy he is that you’re here with him

it really made your night that he appreciates you 

Donnie

There’s no way you can sleep on the sofa again so you make your way to Donnie’s room and knock on the door

obvs he’s awake and reading in bed

“Hey, Don. Mind if I sleep in here?”

“Sure, but where will I sleep?”

“Also.....Also in here...with.....me?”

he catches on

“ohh, yeah sure. I mean. if you want to, that is”

he’s getting flustered and all pink in the cheeks

you didn’t mean to make him blush but you also weren’t gong to miss the opportunity to sleep in a big comfy bed with your turtle crush

he moves over and you nestle down next to him

“we can cuddle too, if you’re o with that”

he doesn’t say anything but moves a little closer to you and puts one arm around you

you ask what he’s reading and as you talk he gets more comfortable with you being there...In his bed...With him....

you even kiss him on the cheek when he says something funny and sarcastic which catches him totally off guard and he buries his  face in the pillow

eventually, before you both sleep, you say “Hey, thanks for letting me stay in here”

“It’s fine” he says but you hear him, under his breath, say “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else”

so you smile and nuzzle closer to him

falling asleep in his arms

#sleeping #sleep #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo

[mshomestyle]

Ok this is gonna sound odd. But how would Kaminari and Shinsou (either separate or together would work tbh) react if their teenage daughter brought home her boyfriend but they don't trust him. Like he looks like a total fuck boy, but they wanna trust their daughter. So later on they would stealthily follow said boyfriend to make sure that he wouldn't hurt the daughter. While hiding Kami and/or Shin overhear him completely just bashing his friends words and shit because his so called 'friends' were disrespecting his girl/their daughter, and he wasn't having that. They then decide that he's alright. They'll leave baby girl in his hands. He looks like a bad boy, tattoos and piercings and the whole shebang. But clearly he drinks his "Respect Women" juice.

Bonus if the boyfriends favorite hero is Red Riot, so of course he's gonna be drinking that "women are queens" juice daily lol.

I never see any dad things for Kami or Shinsou and I hope to start something here. I think they'd be great dads tbh

Definitely not odd!

Thing their Daughter’s Boyfriend is bad when He really isn’t [Head Canons]:

(Kaminari, Shinsou)

Kaminari:

-Kaminari watched with an eyebrow raised as you buzzed around the dining room, setting the table and such. “Come on, he’ll be here soon,” you spoke.

-The hero only shrugged and casually picked up a dish, “He’s our daughter’s boyfriend. He has to impress us, not the other way around.” You just rolled your eyes at that.

-”Yes, and we’re trying not to embarrass her,” you said. Speaking of which, your daughter rushed into the dining room.

-”Thank you, mom,” she said before giving her father a pout. Kaminari sighed, but he relented.

-”Fine, fine,” he said, giving his baby girl’s head a rub, “I’ll be good.”

-About an hour later, the door bell rang, and since he was the closest, Kaminari went to answer it. Upon doing so, however, he was greeted by a teenage boy with several piercings and tattoos. “Uh...We’re not looking to buy anything,” he said.

-The boy just laughed “[Daughter Name] said you were funny!”

-Needless to say, Kaminari thought that something was up with this teen. There was no way his daughter could like some punk like this! He was in no way good enough for his daughter and Kaminari was gong to prove that.

-”He’s a nice kid, leave it alone,” you merely told him when he asked for your opinion.

-That went into one ear and out the other as soon enough Kaminari came up with the idea to see if this guy was legit or not.

-This guy came off as a fuck boy, after all, as the kids would say, and the last thing Kaminari wanted was for his daughter to get hurt. Make no mistake, however, as he did trust his baby girl, he just ultimately wanted to protect her.

-So, when the day finally came, Kaminari decided to misuse his hero training and follow after his daughter’s boyfriend.

-The guy wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary so far. He just met up with some friends and they went to hang out at a coffee shop. Typical of teens, but Kaminari remembered his days at that age and how he did similar.

-Making sure to sit at a table right behind the group, Kaminari listened intently. For some reason the teens seemed fire up, and he wondered why.

-”So, have you figured out if Charge Bolt’s daughter is as electrifying as her daddy.” Kaminari raised an eyebrow at this, feeling curious as the boys giggled. It took him awhile, but he finally figured out what they were saying, which caused him to nearly shoot out of his seat, intending to blow his cover and confront them on the spot. But then...

-”What are you talking about?” He heard his daughter’s boyfriend and his question seemed to make the others laugh louder.

-”You know, if she’s good in bed? Puts good use of her quirk there? She’s got such a nice body and such a smackable-”

-”Hey, you can’t disrespect women like that! And certainly not my girlfriend.” At the defense, Kaminari listened intently, not believing what he was hearing. “Besides, the first thing that shouldn’t come to mind when you think about a woman is sex and her looks. She’s a person and very sweet, so I better not hear you talking about women like that again, especially her.” The way your boyfriend defended you sounded so sincere and passionate that Kaminari was awestruck.

-There was just no way this guy was that respectful...What he was saying was also sounding familiar, too, “I mean, what would Red Riot say? Everyone deserves respect, right?” Ah, there it was-But wait a second!

-”Red Riot, really?!” Kaminari completely blew his cover as he got up and approached the teens, who were looking at him rather shocked, “Charge Bolt! Charge Bolt should be your favorite hero!” Then in that moment, Kaminari quickly covered his mouth, realizing his mistake.

“Mr. Kaminari what are you doing here?”

-Needless to say, Kaminari now approves of his daughter’s boyfriend.

Shinsou:

-It got to a point in most relationships where parents were met with and got involved.

-Now, Shinsou’s daughter was definitely spoiled and loved by him. He wouldn’t do much things in fear of looking stupid, but when it came to his daughter, he would do anything and more.

-So, when she told him about her boyfriend, of course he wanted to meet the guy who got his daughter so interested.

-He and you had not met the teen yet, and this would be the first time your kid brought someone home, so this was rather exciting.

-”I told him all about you, dad, and he thinks you’re a cool hero and can’t wait to meet you,” The teen girl smiled. Shinsou returned her smile and rubbed at her head.

-”Well, I can’t wait to meet him.”

-Those were words that Shinsou certainly wanted to take back once he met the guy in question.

-The doorbell had rang without warning, and you rushed to open it, greeting what Shinsou knew to be known as a typical fuckboy.

-This guy showed up with his phone in hand, tattoos, piercings, and also wearing a leather jacket. Nope, Shinsou was not approving.

-He remained civil, however, not saying much during the dinner that the family ate together with their guest, but as soon as the boy left, he made his disdain known.

-”No, I don’t like him,” he told his daughter without delay once she asked, “You’re going to get your heart broken, and I won’t allow that.”

-”But daddy! You haven’t even gotten to know him yet!” Shinsou didn’t agree with that, which led to his daughter slamming her bedroom door on her way up. You just sighed and looked at your husband.

-”Come on, the boy is nice and makes good grades,” you said, though your words sailed right out the window.

-”I’ll prove it to her,” was all Shinsou said before turning in for the night.

-It was about a week later before he put his plan in motion. It was simple, he was going to follow the boy and record him cheating on his daughter. It was just bound to happen at some point, and he would use this as leverage to expose the boy and get you on his side for preventing his daughter from dating him. He’d spare her the broken heart, however by not telling her the truth.

-So, Shinsou found out where the teen was and began discreetly following him and his group of friends. Nothing was seeming out of the ordinary for now...

-”Oh, Red Riot!” Shinsou ducked, wondering if Kirishima were actually there, but all that could be seen was the hero appearing on a TV that his daughter’s boyfriend seemed to zero in on.

-’He likes Red Riot?’

-”Come on, dude,” his friends seemed to call him back, chuckling all the while.

-”I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said, only to receive more laughter.

-”I bet that’s what your girlfriend said last night!” The teen stopped dead in his tracks, and Shinsou felt as if he might end up getting his hero license revoked for beating some kids.

-”Hey, don’t make jokes like that, about any woman ever, okay? It’s not cool or funny.” That murderous feeling seemed pass as Shinsou’s eyes widened in surprise at what he was hearing.

-”Come on, it’s just a joke dude. I mean, your girlfriend’s hot! Be grateful we don’t think she’s gros-”

-The other teens immediately shut up as they were being glared at. “Just because she’s beautiful doesn’t give you a free pass to talk about her like that. So you better not ever.”

-Shinsou let out a sigh. He started to feel a bit sorry for his preconceived notions. He hated to think that his baby girl was all grown up and dating, but he knew that he should be grateful it was with such a good guy.

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[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 44

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: I won't give specific chapter warnings because it would spoil it. Just... brace yourselves. I mean that, truly. The entire fic has been leading up to this moment, so... take a deep breath. It's going to be okay.

AO3

Demonic claws striking vibranium metal reverberated painfully around the room, like a gong being struck directly next to your head. You couldn’t cover your ears because your hands were occupied with clutching your shirt, helpless to do nothing but watch as Rogers tried to fight off the Winter Soldier.

And he was losing. Each slash kept Rogers on the defensive, holding up his shield to ward off the next brutal attack. Bucky was ruthless and far faster than Rogers was equipped to handle.

It wasn’t long before Bucky managed to land some blows. Talons left trails of bleeding scarlet, whether from his hands or feet, and even his wings had managed to buffet Rogers more than once.

Bucky’s tail, fast as a whip, grabbed for something at Rogers’ hip. A pistol, yanked out of its holster and deposited into Bucky’s grip, he fired several shots at Rogers who barely managed to get his shield up in time. When the clip was emptied, Rogers bashed it out of Bucky’s hands, following it through with his first solid punch.

Bucky didn’t so much as stumble. Instead, he ripped Rogers’ shield out of his hands, threw a pointed, ridged elbow into his face, and sent him rolling backwards across the floor.

Zemo had remained quiet for the fight, but now he moved closer, a glittering hunger in his eyes.

“It seems you have met your match, Captain. And it turns out, even you can bleed. How nice to find a flaw.”

Rogers rose to his hands and knees, glaring up at Zemo as he wiped blood from his mouth. He gained his feet and held his hands into fists like a pugilist.

“I can do this all day,” he quipped, giving a bloodied smile that was all sharp and no humor. He looked exactly like Bucky had in the HYDRA torture video.

That’s what finally snapped you out of it and got you moving.

Bucky was also on the move, striding toward his friend like a hunter stalking prey, and then he delivered a savage kick to Rogers’ face.

Rogers crashed against the wall behind him, hitting it hard enough to slightly bounce off before collapsing onto his knees. He wasn’t going to win this, and from the pained expression, he knew it, too.

Bucky descended on him. You got there first.

Placing yourself squarely between them, you braced your hands in front of you as if to physically stop Bucky.

Surprisingly, he did, head slightly tilted like a curious animal.

“Bucky. Bucky, please, listen to me.” Your hands shook but somehow your voice was steady. “I know you can hear me. I know, because I’ve been there, with you, in your head when you’re him. The Soldier. He’s just another part of you, Bucky. You’re still in there.”

He simply stood there, immobile as a stature except for his tail. It twitched, restless and agitated, different from its controlled, languid movements during the fight.

But he wasn’t moving. He was listening. There was a chance.

“You can feel it, can’t you? Here.” You touched one hand to the middle of your chest. “Zemo tried to break the bond, but it’s there. Faint and dim, but I can feel it. You must feel it, too. Please, Bucky. Fight him!”

Tears flooded your vision and your throat burned.

“Come back to us.”

Eyes as cold as eyes didn’t so much as blink. If Bucky heard you, he gave no sign of it.

“You gotta get out of here,” Rogers said from behind you. He could barely speak, and a glance over your shoulder told you he was holding a particularly large gash across his stomach. “Go! I can take care of myself!”

You ignored him and faced the demon standing before you. You weren’t leaving Bucky to face his worst nightmare all alone. You weren’t leaving him to be someone’s pawn again. And you definitely weren’t leaving him so he could kill the only other person he loved.

All you could hope was that the animus still tied you to Bucky, and that he wouldn’t harm the human he was bound to.

It was a huge gamble, but there were no other cards to play. Everything depended on whether you could reach Bucky. Not a human slave reaching out to its master.

You needed Bucky.

“You belong to me, Barnes,” you whispered.

You somehow got your legs moving and walked forward until you were standing right in front of him.

“And I belong to you.”

Bucky said nothing, his eyes gaze on you in their entirety. Meanwhile, Zemo appraised you for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

“Kill her.”

Bucky raised his demonic arm, claws extended. You didn’t move.

Even as your heart raced and your limbs trembled, you didn’t move.

The arm didn’t come down. Bucky stayed like that, poised to strike while you braced for the killing blow.

But his eyes. The icy blue searched your face, brows pulled into a confused line, and there was a faint glimmer of something within their depths.

He slowly lowered his arm.

“Sergeant, what are you doing?” Zemo glanced between you and Bucky, his expression darkening. “Obey my command! Kill her!”

Bucky’s ears twitched but his focus was completely on you, eyes narrowed and blinking, as if on the verge of remembering.

It was enough for hope to surge through your limbs, and you couldn’t help but give a small, timid smile.

Studying your expression, Bucky seemed dazed, his eyes widening, and his lips parted as he said your name, raw with roughness.

It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

Zemo clicked his tongue.

“Pity.”

You didn’t understand; Zemo sounded more annoyed than angry. Bucky also frowned, and began to turn to face the man who had enslaved him.

It was when Bucky turned just far enough that his left arm was no longer shielding you that Zemo pulled the pistol from his holster.

You didn’t hear the shots. You didn’t see the flash of a muzzle, either. But you were still knocked backwards by a brutal force ripping through your stomach, and then next thing you were looking at was the vaulted ceiling and the lights glittering above you.

They were oddly beautiful.

You expected the floor to be as cold as the table, but you were wrapped in something warm and strong. A familiar silhouette leaned over you, blocking out the lights with a pair of curved horns and brown hair, and you had an eerie case of déjà vu.

Had it all been a dream? A hallucination? Had you imagined the whole thing and was Bucky only now rescuing you?

No. It wasn’t a dream. Bucky’s face was etched in unimaginable horror. He gripped one hand tightly with his armored claws, the other pressed against your stomach. You could barely feel it, feel any of it, past the cold wetness, as if you’d tumbled into a frozen pond and you couldn’t get warm again.

You opened your mouth to say his name, but nothing came out. Bucky shook his head frantically, and looked somewhere over his right shoulder as he yelled for Rogers to find the fucking sorcerers.

You tried once more, but only a gurgling noise came out. Your mouth filled with iron. It was getting harder to breathe.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay—“

He repeated the mantra but the tears in his eyes alarmed you. It was bad. It had to be for Bucky to look at you that way.

You tried to lift your head to look down, but Bucky told you not to, his large hand still pressed to your stomach as he pulled you close. He was so warm, his scent earthy and alive, but it wasn’t enough. The world was beginning to fade at the edges. You were so tired.

“No, no, don’t close your eyes, don’t—please, please look at me.”

You wanted to obey him, if only to show him you were fine and he had nothing to cry about, but your eyelids were like iron weights.

Trapped in darkness, the cold numbness was winning, robbing you of your connection to Bucky. All that was left were the sounds of his muffled sobs. It was agony to listen to, but you couldn’t find him in the dark.

All that was left was the fading golden thread, and the slowing beat of your heart.

And then, that too, was gone.

***

You were immediately assailed by heat and stinging wind.

You shielded your face as you sat upright, drawing your shirt up to cover your mouth on instinct. The air was so dry and hot it hurt to breath, and when you opened your eyes, you immediately wished you hadn’t.

There was nothing beyond the endless dune of red.

Next Chapter

#branded #bucky barnes x reader #demon!bucky x reader #demon!bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing

[originalhybridnik]

harry potter: why it’s not “just for kids.”

the other day, this girl i know told me, “why the hell are you reading harry potter? it’s for kids only.” i’m 17, and, well, close to adulthood. i don’t reply to her, because, often, when someone asks me something like this, i have a huge explanation, lasting for a long time, and people don’t like it. so, i’m gonna give my explanation here.

harry potter. the boy who lived. the whole series is loved by millions of people in the world, from different age groups and from different parts of the world. it’d be an understatement to say that i love the series. i’ve read the books, seen the movies, even read the supplementary books, as well as harry potter and the cursed child. i’ve seen the fantastic beasts movies as well. and i’ve read the books not once, not twice, not even thrice. i’ve read the series 8 times. 

here are the reasons as to why harry potter isn’t for any specific age group.

(spoiler alert to everyone out there) trigger warnings: foul language, death, slavery, discrimination.

1. harry potter, the kid who was orphaned at the age of one, the boy who had no family but his nasty muggle uncle, aunt and cousin, the name known to every wizard and witch, the one-year-old who weakened voldemort to the brink of death. this boy has gone through more pain, sorrow and grief than any fictional character i’ve read of. provided, it doesn’t seem so. but, take it from someone who has read the series as much as i have, he isn’t what he apparently seems to be. j.k. rowling gives us a glimpse of his life before hogwarts, just a mere glimpse. this small portion shows us the amount of bullying he has to go through. he has absolutely no friends, and his cousin’s gang was always behind him. his aunt and uncle starve him for the tinniest of mistakes and he did not even know the real cause of his parents’ death. he has no one to talk to, or be with. he lives in a cupboard under the stairs. his aunt and uncle are certain to “bash out” the magic in him by keeping him away from the wizarding world. he is constantly treated like trash, and he has to do all of the dursleys’ work whether he wanted to or not.

2. he gets a letter from hogwarts, and he isn’t allowed to read it. he keeps getting more and more of them, and he still isn’t allowed to read them. the letters arrive at such a pace that uncle vernon decides to move into a small hut on a rock in the middle of a sea. he then gets his letter hand delivered by hagrid, the keeper of keys at hogwarts. he finally catches a break, and goes to hogwarts, the prized boy who apparently killed voldemort. during his first year at hogwarts, he and his closest friends, ron and hermione embark on a quest to keep the philosopher’s stone from voldemort’s reach. the three 11-year-olds have to get past a three headed dog, past the devil’s snare, one of the deadliest plants in the wizarding world, past a door that could be opened only by catching a flying key scattered across many other flying keys, play on a life size board of wizard’s chess-where ron sacrifices himself so that harry could continue, which almost kills ron, past a room with 7 containers of potions which could kill them if they weren’t smart, and finally to a room where harry meets professor quirell who has provided his body as a refuge for voldemort, who manifests on the back of his head. harry faces the man who killed his parents before he could even speak, and he almost gets possessed by voldemort, because he’s probably the only one who could have the stone, as the mirror of erised could give it only to the person who wanted the stone, but not for a selfish reason. he kills quirell, but voldemort gets away. you see, this shows how deep the first book is. i mean, as a kid, i never understood the sacrifices made, by any of the characters. but, as i read the book again, i understood why what happened happened. it became obvious to me. this shows that we can enjoy the book as a child, without realizing the deepness, and as teens and adults, we get the sacrifices made, the blood shed, the connections forged, and most importantly, how important it is to recognize the values left behind, and, for once, try understanding that this series, even if written for kids, is suitable, and, important for older readers as well.

3. ronald weasely, the sixth child in a relatively poor, and commonplace wizarding family that turns out to be the most loyal, brave and worthy wizarding families ever. he grew up as a wizard and knew a lot about the wizarding world, especially it’s prejudices. he’s the perfect example of a trustworthy, loyal and brave friend. he deserves a lot more than the unnecessary hate he gets. he befriends harry potter, a famous kid that didn’t know anything about his true self, and sticks with him forever. throughout the series, we see this brave boy sacrifice a lot for his best friend. book 1, he sacrifices himself, AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD, for a boy that he knew for less than a year. book 2, he’s ready to walk into a forest, following his WORST fear, spiders, into their fucking home. book 3, he’s ready to follow a mass murderer(not really a mass murderer, but yeah) to help his best friends. book 4, even though he gets jealous and stops talking to harry for a while, we totally get what he was gong through. book 5, he fucking walks breaks into the ministry of magic with his best friends to fight the most feared group of dark wizards and witches ever. book 6, he’s ready to fight anYone for his best friends. book 7, HE’S READY TO RUN AWAY AND FIGHT THE MOST FEARED WIZARD EVER, for his best friend.

all of this, ALL OF THIS, just shows how mature he is, how much we can learn from him, and, most importantly, how wrong it is to title this series as one “for kids”. we see a mere boy sacrifice himself, put his life in danger, time and again, for his best friends. if that isn’t something every human being should be exposed to, then what is?

4. hermione granger, another important character, throughout the series, born into a muggle family, living her life as a smart, bookworm, one day, gets a letter, getting accepted into the best wizarding institution, and, unlike the dursleys, her parents are proud of her and she’s all set for this magical experience. she never anticipates the hate or the prejudice that, is shown towards her and children like her, born into a muggle family. “mudblood,” they call them, exactly the kind of discrimination imminent to THIS DAY all over the world. whether it’s on an international standard, or within a country, whether it is race, caste, gender or preferences, whether it’s against a group or an individual, it’s exactly like this. the whole concept of blood status shows us how deep the books are. it shows us how mature we need to be to understand this. it shows us how we need to think more about this and implement this in real life. a kid from a “pureblood” family, namely, draco malfoy, is the first person to use this, in book 2. it just shows us how parents like his encourage their kids to discriminate people based on their lineage. i won’t point to a specific issue but all of us know of examples, whether we’re the offenders or the offended.

5. slavery is a very important issue touched upon in the series. even though we see harry free dobby from the malfoys, there’s very little importance given to the base, the root cause of what dobby went through. he was a slave to a rich family that considered itself above anyone without “pure blood.” but, we see this very issue taken up in a book 4. we see hermione take a stand against the improper and infuriating treatment of house elves, by organizing a committee called S.P.E.W(society for the promotion of elfish welfare). we see her force people into taking part in this, and even though it’s by force, we all see where she came from. if you don’t know, house elves believed they had only one true purpose in life, to slave around for their owners, without being respected or treated well, and no matter what. we see winky, another elf, previously working(for lack of a better word, cuz that wasn’t working) for bartemius crouch, who’s absolutely against the idea of being paid or even being free. despite seeing dobby and how he enjoyed freedom, she was absolutely against it. again, we see how such an important and deep issue was addressed in a way that makes use all understand, despite our age, that EVERYONE is equal, no matter what. if you STILL think it’s a book for kids only, please continue reading.(continue anyways)

6. can we talk about how the magic-folk have had to live in hiding forever because people are afraid of them? they’re treated like they’re inhuman, trash and most importantly, like they deserve to die for being born with a power for magic? 

7. as long as we’re talking about discrimination, we can also look into the fact that, squibs(non-magic folk born into magical families) are looked down upon? they’re tortured, and they receive as much hate, if not more, as “mudbloods.”

8. a special trigger warning for this: TW /death. THROUGHOUT the series, we see some of our most beloved characters die. spoiler alert: in book 1, we see how james and lily were ruthlessly killed by voldemort, orphaning a one year old boy that’d be famous for something he never knew he did. honestly, it wasn’t even his doing. in the same book, we see the killing of unicorns, the consequences of killing a unicorn and drinking it’s blood, AND the killing of professor quirell/voldemort, and even though he/they were the bad person, it deserves to be a part of this list. book 2, we see a young tom riddle get killed in the end, we see how young myrtle got killed, we see students getting fucking petrified by a monster, an inch away from death. book 3, we see how sirius black apparently killed 13 people and was an accomplice to his best friend’s murder. book 4, we see cedric die as a direct affect from the killing curse. we see harry get tortured by the cruciatus curse. we see the most feared wizard reborn, and, not to mention, we see his weakened form in the movie. book 5, we see the rampage that voldemort causes, killing more and more people, muggles and magic-folk alike. more importantly, we see harry’s godfather, sirius black die. we see the pain harry goes through. book 6, again, we see not only voldemort’s actions, but the use of sectumsempra by harry on draco, and how snape killed dumbledore. book 7, we see SO MUCH death. from alastor (mad-eye) moody to fred weasely, from severus snape to remus lupin and nymphadora tonks, so many fucking deaths. we see harry potter die.

9. can we talk about the phrase “lamb for slaughter”? most of us have heard of this phrase at least once. i cannot think of another explanation of this than the way it’s shown in these books. albus dumbledore literally prepares and protets harry for seventeen fucking years just so he can get get killed by voldemort in the end. this teaches an important lesson to everyone that, sometimes, you need to do what you think is right. even if an adult cares about you more than anything, sometimes they do things they believe in and end up hurting kids.

10. can we talk about how bill weasely got bit in the face by an untransformed werewolf and got deformed for life? even after this, fleur didn’t leave him. if this isn’t a lesson to us about what true love is, then, what is?

11. let’s talk about love. firstly, about how much harry, hermione and ron love each other. they’re the true example of best friends. they were together through everything, there for each other in the worst of times, and for the happiest of moments, and will probably be together until they die. secondly, can we talk about how when people are truly in love, they don’t care about appearances. all they care about is what’s on the inside. this is clearly shown by fleur(check point 10). ALSO, we see tonks sacrifice herself with remus, in the final battle. we see dumbledore care about harry so much, love him so much, despite everything else. we see the love family has. we see harry and hermione become a part of the weasleys. we see harry and ginny fall in love. we even see snape’s love for lily. we see so much love. now, this is something very important for all of us. whether we’re raised in that way, or we are exposed to it later in life, we need to learn that love is important in life.

12. can we talk about the torture neville’s parents, among countless others, went through? because of voldemort? and his death eaters? do you still think these books are for kids?

13. can we talk about how a group of 15 year-olds form a group to learn how to fight in the real world, because of a careless ministry of magic and a cruel teacher? it shows us values of leadership, team work, and most of all, how important friendship is. we see a part of this group march into a battle against death eaters, and, possibly, even voldemort himself, without fear of death. for one moment, look at how brave one is when one is with one’s true friends. this teaches us so much.

14. CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW A CRUEL TEACHER MAKES A 15-YEAR OLD BOY SCAR HIMSELF WITH THE WORDS “I WILL NOT TELL LIES” JUST BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO ADAMENT TO BELIEVE THE TRUTH? do you still fucking think this series is for kids?

15. can we talk about how all the magical creatures are treated cruelly? from elves to centaurs, it’s cruelty at it’s finest. are you still convinced it’s a book for kids just because it has magic?

16. can we talk about how much trauma a reader experiences throughout the series? i mean, i’m absolutely grateful that i went through this trauma, because i came out as a better person, in not one, but, multiple ways. we journey through seven years of happiness, sorrow, pain, love, and so much more. we see our favorites get killed, we see how sometimes, people are misunderstood. we see how everyone is born good, but it’s our childhood and the way we’re raised that makes us bad. this is not something all kids understand. an older person can read this series, go through all of this, and will come out as a better human being.

17. how many of you remember the way snape was treated as a kid? huh? by harry’s own father and his friends. this is a shout out to all the bullies out there that think they can do whatever they want and not care about consequences just because they’re stronger, or more famous, or more good-looking. this fucking teaches kids to NOT bully anyone.

this is more than just a series for me. it let me into this new universe where i experienced so fucking much.

if this wasn’t enough for you to at least consider the fact that these books are not “just for kids,” i’m sorry, but you’re just being morons. you don’t wanna even consider something that goes against what you say and that’s your problem, not ours. so, STOP HATING ON THE WIZARDING WORLD COMMUNITY AND GET A FUCKING JOB.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

I Choose You (Loki x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Things don’t go so smoothly after a night out.

Words: 1091

Warnings: none

AN: This was written for @hopesbarnes​‘s 1k writing challenge. I hope y’all like it!

The apartment was dark when you entered, your keys jingling in your hand. You’d lost Loki during your night out, but from the looks of it he hadn’t returned home. You set your keys down on the side table. You eased your shoes off your feet, letting out a sigh as you dropped the heels on the hardwood floor.

You pushed your fingers through your hair, moving it off your face. It was sticking to your lipgloss and the sweat left over from the frantic evening you’d had. You padded through the silent apartment, wandering into the kitchen. The moonlight streamed through the window over the sink, bathing the room in silver light.

You reached up into the cupboards, pulling a glass down. You filled it with water, chugging it back. You refilled the cup, pressing the cool glass to the skin of your face. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the calm.

You padded back into the living room, rifling through your purse to find your phone. You had tried calling Loki multiple times that night but each time you’d been sent to voice mail. You pressed the phone to your ear, waiting to see if you could get a hold of him this time.

A faint buzzing started up somewhere in the room. You searched through the room. Loki’s phone was sitting on the armchair, vibrating in vain for your boyfriend’s attention. Much as you’d been experiencing all night. You picked it up, declining the call, rolling your eyes. You had to wonder how he constantly forgot his phone, especially when he complained he couldn’t get in contact with you.

You pushed your hair out of your face again, putting your cup down on the coffee table. You sunk onto the sofa, looking at the blank screen of the phone. You were ignoring the kernel of worry that had sprung up in the pit of your stomach. You knew the kind of trouble Loki could get into and you didn’t want to think where he might be. You wanted to push back the images in your head of him lying dead somewhere or picking a fight with some poor mortals.

You tossed the phone onto the table and stood up again, determined you wouldn’t sit and wait around for him to make himself known. You pushed the door to the bedroom open, looking forward to getting into your pyjamas and climbing into bed. Getting off your feet would be a blessed relief.

You reached up, grasping your dress zipper. You turned towards the closet. You blinked.

“Have you had a good night?”

Loki was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, little more than a dark shadow hovering just out of sight. You hated not being able to see him, not able to gauge how he was feeling.  He enjoyed keeping his emotions a secret. You stepped forward.

“Where’d you go?’ you asked.

“You no longer needed my presence,” he said.

“I always need you.”

You saw the shadow shift until the light from the window caught his face. He was nothing but sharp edges and harsh planes, black and white like a line drawing. He was achingly beautiful.

“You were occupied with some of those do gooders. I assumed you were done with me for the night.” His voice was low and dangerous, gravelly, making your stomach clench.

“Loki,” you said, stepping towards him, “I’m never done with you.”

“And yet you choose to be with the do gooders over me,” he spat.

“Loki, I didn’t know where you were. I called about twenty times. I texted you about every other minute. You were all I was thinking about.”

He scoffed. You reached out a hand, gently cupping his cheek. He jerked back but you stepped forward, putting yourself between his splayed thighs. He scowled at you, retreating back into the shadows. You took his chin in hand, tilting his head up until he was looking you in the eye.

“Loki, I choose you over everyone.”

He tore his face from your grip, slumping back into the shadows. You pushed your fingers through your hair, frustrated at how stubborn he was being. You thought you did everything to show him how in love you were with him, but he always seemed to think you weren’t.

“Fine. Believe what you want. I’m gong to bed.”

You turned away, ripping the zipper of your dress down, stepping out of it and flinging it onto the floor. You grabbed your pyjamas from the drawer. You stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door behind you.

When you emerged you felt calmer, the hot water beating down on your skin washing away your anger until it was more manageable. You were ready to put the day behind you and crawl into bed until the next day dawned.

“I know you love me.”

You flinched, surprised as Loki stepped out of the shadows. His hands were deep in his pockets and he was refusing to look at you. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

A cold hand grasped your wrist, removing your hand from your face. You looked up into ice blue eyes, taking a deep breath. He pushed some of your damp hair behind your ear. He gave you a bashful smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“I just wish you believed me when I told you how I feel.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes.

“I know you’re too good for me and it’s hard to believe that someone like you could feel that way about me.”

You could feel your heart breaking for him. You’d never understood the self hatred that seemed to sit in the core of his heart. It permeated your entire relationship and all you could do was reassure him how you felt.

“I understand that, but I can’t have you lashing out at me for things I’m not doing,” you said, pulling out of his hold.

“I’m sorry.”

“Promise that next time you feel this way you tell me instead of being passive aggressive to me.”

“I promise.”

You pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. You gave him a soft smile as you threaded your fingers through his.

“Well, okay then.”

You tugged on his hand, pulling him a step towards the bedroom.

“That’s it?” he asked.

“That’s it,” you said, “time for sleep.”

His smile was bright enough to chase away any lingering shadows. Your answering one could have lit up the Empire State Building.

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[jackedspicer]

a bio for my xiaolinsona! she’s a work in progress so i’m bound to come back and change it. trivia and more in depth information is under the readmore :)

continued trivia:

she’d show up somewhere near the start of season 4

she’s used a LOT for slapstick. in fact she’s mostly a comic relief character

she’s guided mainly by emotions, is right brain oriented, and is a hands-on learner

there is a running gag where she frequently has bandaids on her fingers, hands, arms, or anywhere really

she’s a massive funk junkie. LOVES disco. she’s also a great dancer

when she comes up with xiaolin showdowns, sometimes she’ll base it off of fun recreational activities or things that seem harmlessly mundane, like mini golf..... tic tac toe.....dance-off...... rock paper scissors..... the showdowns themselves obviously end up being high-stakes and lethal as they always are, except they’re based off of goofy premises

she’s probably musically accented by grunge that’s slightly funky

when it’s funny, she occasionally will use huge words or make jarringly philosophical statements, eg patrick star’s “the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma” cut to footage of milk spilling

shes a lot like charlie kelly. in general. any charlie moment is just. Her. she’s a wild card and screams every line and huffs glue and tries to get the honey out of a hornets nest outside of jacks house because she thinks hornets make honey and she likes ghouls and she genocides the rats in his basement and sleeps ass to ass with him and is illiterate

she likes to do arts and crafts but they almost always come out as abominations. she’ll occasionally borrow some of jack’s tools to construct her latest atrocity, and she’ll refer to them by a wrong/made up name while she’s at it. “the hacksaw duey”, “the electric hole puncher,” ”the automatic pizza cutter”, etc. yes the projects and the bandaids have a direct cause and effect relationship. please refer to this video (and this channel in general)

imagine her sitting at a table and just doing this in jack’s lair... this video alone can be used to sum up so much of her. the technique. the bandaids. the blatantly wrong information that’s said with such conviction. the dark turn towards the end of the video. “superfluous protrusion.” the way it ends

continued trivia pt. 2, taken from my instagram

(i’ll get into this more further down the post)

fighting style because this is xiaolin showdown:

she has a very nimble, disorienting style of combat. using pokemon stats as an analogy, her highest would be speed by far, followed by attack, with her lowest stats being defense and special attack. this combined with her unrelenting nature makes her an excellent distraction and a general nuisance, but she doesn’t fare well in prolonged head to head battle.

favorite shen gong wu: 

monkey staff, mikado arms, fancy feet, neptune helmet, hoduko mouse, woozy shooter (on herself), tongue of saiping, longi kite, indigo pyramid (on jack (cause it’s funny))

*the shen gong wu she’s most skilled with in battle are ones that trip up her opponents and cause status ailments. kinda like a prankster

backstory/analysis:

at her core, she’s a jolly, optimistic, humorous person, but her unruly, isolating childhood put a blow on her psyche. much like jack spicer, she’s been virtually alone her entire life - she was rejected by peers and adult figures alike since earliest childhood, and her home life was turbulent at best.

to ease the pain, at some point, she took on resenting and judging those around her as a means to cope. she has a holden caulfield-esque defense mechanism in play where if everybody sucks for this reason, or that reason, or those reasons, then she has justification for detaching herself from others, and she can derive her only source of self esteem from being better than them. this hurts far less than the devastating truth that she cannot connect with people on account of feeling so worthless and estranged from other human beings that she could never have the chance to be cared about by anyone. deep down, she’s in desperate, thrashing need of support and genuine human connection, and she has a warped perception of how she can achieve that.

she’s taken up evil as a hobby because it nurtures her desire to be destructive and, again, just like jack spicer, she engages in it as a way to feel seen. all press is good press, and the best way to make the headline is to cause some damage. what sets her apart from him in this regard, though, is that she takes all of her pain out on her enemies (in this case, the xiaolin monks) because she can’t stand how well off they are - instead, on the basis of their acceptance of one another, she sees them as goody two-shoes phonies who ought to be knocked down a peg. while evil to jack is both a means of getting much needed attention and a convoluted way of spending time with friends, to sid it’s a way to vent frustrations and a way to, well... still garner attention, but also spend time with a friend, except the friend is jack.

the other half of the reason she partakes in petty villainy is that it’s just... fun. she only got wrapped up in all this because she’d been restlessly putzing around somewhere remote, found a neat doohicky she planned on keeping, and when one thing led to another she wound up in a xiaolin showdown against jack. experiencing the chaos unfold revealed a golden opportunity she couldn’t pass up, so she asked jack to let her come with, debuting their partnership (i talk about this in further detail at the end of the post). goofing off and doing evil with him is so much fun to her! it makes her feel alive, a sensation and state of mind she never could fully achieve before.

noteworthy relationships:

jack: 

they have a team rocket thing going on. not in terms of their interpersonal dynamic, but rather their role in the story, how much of a threat they pose as, their schemes, and even their overall attitude are reminiscent of the iconic duo; they’re petty, recurring villains with hearts of gold who aren’t above occasionally siding with the good guys.

even though they both are on the same tier of comic relief and general foolishness, the metaphor i like to draw is that jack is the left brain and sid is the right brain.

their personalities have such chemistry and they’re both so goofy that they effortlessly sync up. everyone thinks it’s REALLY annoying

they’re best friends! they actually care very deeply for one another, even if they might have funny ways of showing it. they may be evil, but they’re mutually the only and closest friend the other has ever had, and with that carries a lot of weight. think of it - the first person you meet who hasn’t been nothing but awful to you likes you and wants to be around you. What a concept

while their relationship is platonic, there are several gags implying a romantic element, even though nothing is ever outright stated. kisses on the cheek, bashfulness, other characters making fun of them (“where’s your DUMB little girlfriend?” “..........she’s not DUMB!!!!!”), domestic references (“am i sleeping on the couch”)..... it’s left ambiguous because it’s hetbait plain and simple. somebody asks them what they even are and they say Partners In Crime wym. jack asks sid What Are We and she fist pumps the flat of her own chest twice, throws a peace sign and says We’re Bros

their nicknames for each other include but are not limited to “jackass, jacky-boy, jack-o-lantern, smarty pants, wiggles, spack jicer, spack, mr spack, spackle”, and “shortstack, pipsqueak, sid the kid, champ, funky monkey, foxy (in a funny way, he’ll say it like Whatcha Up To Foxy ? while she’s like making a mess doing an arts & crafts abomination or just vibing bein her weird lil self....  it comes from a place of playful sarcasm and affection) (champ, funky monkey, and foxy are courtesy of @currentlyfallingthroughspace)

to piggyback off of the left brain vs. right brain metaphor, “heart vs. brain is how they think, right brain vs. left brain is how they act, and two halves of a heart represents their natural dispositions” is how my aforementioned friend put it. they both have a lot of heart and are ooey gooey on the inside, but the difference is that sid can grasp the intricacies of emotional/psychological matters while jack can’t (actually knowing how to EXPRESS this is another topic). it’s in the same way that jack can effectively plan ahead, use logical reasoning, and know where to go and how to get there, but sid is shabby in this department. “one is aware but doesn’t address it until it’s too late, and one can’t see it and doesn’t ask until it’s too late.”  

another feature of potential conflict in all incarnations of them is the juxtaposition of sid actually being more down to earth than jack in the grand scheme of things. jack has the potential to go completely overboard, and whether or not he demonstrates the ability to catch himself on the event horizon will ascertain the outcome.

deep down, neither of them are truly evil, and they bring this out in each other as they ultimately contribute to the redemption of one another. how this actually happens is a lot rockier. sid has the intuition and self awareness to become increasingly cognizant of the fact that she engages in schemes as a way to bond with her friend, and, over time, she’s able to recognize that she’s simply been acting out, and she consequently softens up over time - but jack is much denser in this regard. he doesn’t consciously pick up on the same things she does and still believes that she’s drinking the koolaid as much as he is. the crucial dissonance in what matters most that had been incubating under the weight of things left unsaid emerges in a major falling out that challenges the nature of their entire dynamic and respective moral codes. i had a lot of help from the same friend with the following series of events and it’s really something that ought to be gone into detail on its own post, but a whirlwind brief summary is that jack becomes desperate from losing over and over so he comes up with this sinister plan that’s just too far, sid tells him to stop, they get into a nasty fight, sid leaves and makes it clear she’s not coming back, she goes to the xiaolin dragons for help, jack goes on an evil rampage but also loses his grip and has this mental breakdown because he lost the one person who’s ever cared about him (or so he thought), sid has the same brutal separation pangs but it doesn’t change the fact that jack is still doing what he’s doing, sid gets a firsthand view of a fight breaking out between the monks while she’s working with them and has a moment of clarity when she observes how they resolve it in such a healthy way, as they continue to work together and help her through the whole fiasco she realizes they’re not so bad, an entire excruciating series of events that’s genuinely too large to fit on this post unfolds and it ultimately ends with jack actually having to team UP with the good guys to stop what he started, and it ends with them breaking down, apologizing, and beginning their redemption BUT not without the illustration of several lessons that arose out of the complications of the entire thing...... the overarching lesson that’d been entrenched in their entire dynamic from the start, albeit corny, is that caring and being cared for was all they ever needed, and they learn to cultivate that within each other right under their own noses. it would be fun to have them stay as recurring villains forever, but seeing how much good is in their hearts is enough to make you wonder how they were ever evil.

xiaolin monks:

she thinks she hates them, but she doesn’t really. while her opinion of them is marked by resentment and distaste, she also holds them in high regard. a part of her wishes she could be friends with them, but the mental landscape she’s paved for herself doesn’t reveal that as an option. in her mind, she’s already been rejected by them. so why try?

the way she takes her pain out on them - people who had nothing to do with her traumas - can be summed up by the spinel su quote, “why do i want to hurt you so bad? i’m supposed to be a friend. i just want to be a friend.”

she gets chummier with them upon her redemption. out of the group, she gets along best with clay and dojo :) 

bonus origin episode

this would be the imaginary early season 4 episode i mentioned at the beginning of the post. it’s more of a loose string of ideas tied together with reckless abandon but hey. the episode would open with jack feeling lonely and down on his luck to establish the theme that he kinda needs a friend (”wuya’s gone, chase trained his cats to get surly with me if i show up, my evil dream team won’t answer my calls....”). his sulking is interrupted by a shen gong wu alert and he’s like. whatever. i don’t need them. i’m still gonna do this on my own. even if it’s. ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ. fastforward to the scene i described where sid is putzing around with her doohicky (which i’m considering might be the neptune helmet) all by her sad miserable lonesome when suddenly some flying bloke in a trenchcoat who looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in years shows up telling her she’s got something he needs. she of course responds with something along the lines of “you know what? why don’t you try to take it from me since you want it so bad, mr big stuff,” triggering a xiaolin showdown. this is around the time the xiaolin dragons show up too late - but they’re grateful for somebody having been there to fight jack in time, even if they have no idea who they are. she has no clue what’s going on, but whatever it is, she LOVES it. she goes buckwild. she has a time. jack, on the other hand.... well, understanding how badly he needs that wu is certainly throwing a wrench in it, but he can’t help but feel like he’s having a bit of fun too. well, up until he loses. post-showdown, the monks kinda count their chickens before they hatch so to speak and they rush over to this new kid with a shower of praise, thinking they have a friend on their side. instead, she cuts them off, shouts to the guy who’s gathering his bearings (or lack thereof) - “hey! jack was it?” - and playfully tosses her shen gong wu in the air, catching it. “you look like you need this thing way more than i do. tell you what! take me with and i’ll let you borrow it,” is what she follows it up with, implying she wasn’t really that invested and only saw the whole thing as a fun game. jack and the monks are flabbergasted. what’s more bizarre is she did in fact ask to join him, something nobody’s ever done out of their own volition before. she talks about how boooooooooooring it is here and how that was soooooo much fun and to pleeeeeeeease take her with. he’s really iffy about it and doesn’t know if it’s such a good idea. he tries to make himself look cool, telling her “as IF, shortstack..........im afraid The Jack Rides Alone................................................. but-” and ultimately buckling because he can’t deny that it would be nice to have someone around.

#IM PROBABLY GONNA COME BACK AND CHANGE SO MANY PETTY THINGS BUT I HAD TO RIP OFF THE BANDAID #xiaolin showdown #xiaolin showdown oc #xiaolinsona #draws #btw her last name is question marks because i havent come up with anything yet #i have utmost confidence about this i literally think of her and jack as a duo even though shes not a real character #also it's important to add that i hope it goes without saying that a lot of her qualities arent direct translations of my own #her qualities are based on my own and are in some cases translated to represent how it would manifest in this narrative #sonas are tools u know. not being like THIS IS LITERALLY ME!!! cause its a bit different #for example my own opinions of the other characters and her opinions of the other characters differ. u kno for tha story #xiaolinsonabio

[reeesea]

Something Sweet: Part One

~the sweetest drink on the menu~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: just minsung, han jisung/lee minho

warnings: mild language (like barely)

words: 3.5k (2k too many ngl)

summary: Minho is working his usual shift at Seoul's most expensive high end restaurant, when a trio of new-comers arrive and by the end of Minho’s tedious night he’s plus one additional phone number.

a/n: To be honest this is the first thing I’ve ever written and actually posted. SO please accept this minsung one-shot that just came out of wanting more waiter Minho in my life. anyway if you read it and like it let me know, and maybe ill write more of it. In my head it has at least a few more chapters of non-plot where the other boys show up <3

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It had only been an hour since the dinner rush started and Minho was already counting the minutes until he could collect his tips and go home. Sure, he could think of countless more exhausting jobs compared to being a waiter at Menu 98 (an upscale restaurant in a part of town he most definitely did not live in), but today just hit different. He never had to do much more than just put on his Customer Server Smile ™, not mess up the orders, pour the wine without spilling, and recommend the highest priced appetizer if asked. Pretty simple stuff. Nothing too draining, but still the exhaustion set in, probably due to spending 2 more hours in the dance studio than he should’ve the previous day. 

His feet were paying for those additional long hours trying to perfect choreo by making each minute of his shift more painful than the last. Even so, working at the ever popular restaurant paid for the daily discomfort that Minho may have felt from his blistered feet. The restaurant was a well known hot spot for anyone with enough money to casually spend the equivalent of three of Minho's paychecks on a meal. CEOs and their business partners along with idols and some lesser known celebrities made up most of their usual clientele on a casual Friday night like this one. The customers always came in waves on Friday evenings, parties of usually 4 or more coming in to celebrate some successful business venture that took place during the week. Great for Minho really, because that meant usually more wine, more appetizers, larger meals, and larger checks, which means bigger tips. His bank account really needed these Fridays especially if he was gong to keep saving up to finally pursue his dream. 

A new party of six was just assigned to Minho’s section. Trademarked smile: on, Feet: still aching, Hours until close: at least another three. It looked like tonight it was going to be a long ass night. 

An hour or so passed before Minho was able to get some form of rest from being out on the floor. Minho leaned his body weight against the wall near the back of the dining room, appreciating the brief calm before the night crowd started to roll in. Thoughts of the dance he was trying to choreograph flashed through his head. He hoped that the movements he’d chosen would be able to convey the emotions of the song he had in mind. The thought of asking Hyunjin to watch his performance briefly popped in his head, but before he could consider it further the hostess was calling his name. 

“Minho! There's a new table for you in section three.” Minho moved from his comfortable position against the wall and went through his checklist; Apron? Flattened. Backup pens? Check. Hair gently moved out of his face to perfectly frame it? Check. Lastly, Polite customer service smile? Obviously. 

The three boys at the table were definitely new customers to the restaurant. Minho observed that the three of them appeared to be blissfully unaware of the de facto business casual to fully formal dress code that the other patrons in the restaurant followed. The Trio seemed to sport the street style that you would see in the popular clubs not only a block away. Two of them clothed in almost all black outfits while the third wore a bright pink colored hoodie under his jean jacket. 

“Hyung, I still can’t believe we did it! The crowd was huge, I mean after going on stage I don't even remember anything. I might have blacked out. Holy shit did I actually black out….” Pink hoodie seemed pretty animated about whatever the reason was for their meal out. Maybe a little too animated, as other tables glazed bitterly toward the source of their evening’s disruption.   

Before approaching he considered the possibility that these boys being idols was likely, but Minho still found it odd for multiple reasons. He didn't recognize them at all as idols, which he was usually pretty good at keeping up with, and when idols did casually come in it was more likely to be on a weekday for an early dinner and not a late Friday night after the dinner rush. Nonetheless, with his perfect waiter image on, he walks over to the table never showing his curiosity.

“Good evening gentlemen, My name is Minho, and I’ll be serving you tonight. Is there anything I can get you to drink before your starters?” His script rolled politely off his tongue like it had the whole night. All complete with a slight smile and arms perfectly placed behind him, as carefully and as naturally as a doll whose been posed in the same position for the past six hours.

The wide set, somewhat brooding boy has already decided after glancing at the drink menu, “yeah I'll order a bottle of the house red for the table,” glancing up at Minho from beneath his black cap. Minho swiftly wrote down the order, and moved his glance over to the next boy at the table.

“Hyung, you're the only one of us who chooses to drink wine voluntarily,” Pink hoodie spoke up, seemingly upset about the prospect of drinking bitter fruit water. 

“Jisung, you're just saying that because you can't handle anything that you can actually taste the alcohol in. I'll drink whatever Bin gets,” the handsome curly haired blonde mentions, glancing at the soft hoodied boy next to him with a look that reminds Minho of a disappointed father. Minho actively fights off the smirk that is wanting to form on his lips.

“WHAT that's not true, THAT ONE TIME I drank an entire bottle of-”

“Fine, fine just stop yelling. You’re gonna get us kicked out before we even get to eat” Mr. Black cap glances up at Minho again, but with a more apologetic look. “Add on an order of the fruitiest and sweetest drink you serve still with alcohol in it, for the small squirrel boy.” That last part came with a smirk from the dark haired speaker and a glare from from the ‘squirrel boy’ to his left. 

Minho had trouble keeping the smirk from forming this time. And maybe his perfect image faltered for a second, but he was quick to recover, and confirmed their orders with a straight face and a promise to return with water as he left to give them time to select from the menu. 

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“Great now our waiter thinks I'm a whiny baby who looks like a squirrel. Wow, thanks Changbin-hyung.” Jisung grumbles and pinches his cheeks that cursed him with the rodent nickname. 

“Good, at least he won’t be fooled into thinking you're anything but the truth” 

“Yah! WHa-”

“Hey settle down you guys, lets try not to get kicked out please. Binnie recommended the food here, and I would very much like to eat it before we are politely asked to leave” 

Jisung grumbles something inaudible at Chan’s request, and Changbin can't help but respond with a smirk at getting to see the younger be told off.

“Also we're supposed to be celebrating selling out our show so lets do that, yeah? First show 3racha single handedly sold out! WE did that!” 

All three of them get proud smiles after that, and the bickering is left forgotten as the three recount the night, even though they had lived it together

“Not gonna lie, I think our Binnie stole the show tonight. You were on fire tonight man.” Chan said proudly, receiving a thankful smile from the younger boy, who had become shy and bashful at the praise.

“Though, Chan-hyung your rap was so charismatic tonight, you almost made that girl in front faint when you winked at her, the whole audience fucking lost it” Jisung had switched from literally yelling to just a whisper shout for emphasis.

“Hahaha, yeah I can't even believe that happened. Man, today’s energy was just different.” The smile on Chan’s face was blinding, as usual. “Hopefully we can get to play even bigger venues soon. I could get used to this...” Chan mused, seemingly already focused on the future plans of 3racha. 

“Yeah, those paydays would be real nice right about now.”

“Bin-hyung, what are you talking about, you’re literally loaded. Plus since you got that producing job, we can actually pay the rent on the apartment you parents let us stay in '' Jisungs pretty thankful for all the support Changbins parents had given them, while the three of them worked toward their collective dream to make and perform music. But he thinks they all can agree that finally being able to use their own money to live instead of just relying on handouts and the kindness of friends or family to help keep them from becoming starved or homeless, is a new kind of satisfying that Jisung hadn’t considered before. Just look at them now, at one of the nicest (and most expensive) restaurants in Seoul, fighting over drinks and having a meal that would hopefully be the first of many celebrations for their groups accomplishments. The trio could all agree that the financial stress has been one of their greatest worries, and that beginning to escape it has been all kinds of relieving. 

Before any of the boys could respond to Jisung’s comment, Minho had returned with three glasses of water, three glasses for wine, and a bottle of wine all balanced perfectly on a tray perched on the palm of his hand. Jisung had to admit it was impressive how he had managed to balance all of the glassware and liquids without losing balance, and while moving with more grace and agility than he would expect from your average waiter. 

Before Jisung had even returned from his thoughts, three glasses of water and the expertly poured wine glasses, all set delicately without a single drop spilled, were identically placed in front of each of them. Graceful may have been an understatement. 

“Have you decided what you would like to have tonight, gentlemen?” Their waiter Minho said, all with a gentle expression on his face. 

No, the answer was no, but before Jisung could respond, Changbin had already ordered the pricey steak to go with his wine. Soon after, Chan ordered the surf and turf dish that had a stupidly complicated name that Jisung couldn’t pronounce. Jisung hadn’t even remembered them even looking at the menu, or maybe it was just him who had yet to even glanced at it. Details. 

“Uhhhhh…” Jisung searched hopelessly over the menu and then at his friends, who stared blankly back at him, then back to the menu again. This was a regular occurrence when the three decided to go out and eat, when they weren’t holding themselves in their apartment for weeks at a time. Still, Jisung always ended up hopelessly unprepared to successfully order without awkward pauses and at least three consecutive strings of ‘hmm’s and ‘uhhh’s. And so,

“Hmmmmm…. I think.. Uhh…. maybe…” nothing was popping out at him, and Jisung was pretty sure at this point that he had forgotten how to read. “Ya know what, surprise me,” he decided this was the best response he could come up with.  

“Surprise you?” Minho looked just as confused as Jisung felt.

“Yeah, is that an option? If not, I'm this close to just closing my eyes and pointing.” He says while dramatically closing his eyes and waving his finger over the menu. Once again Jisung was hopeless.

He hears a soft chuckle and opens his eyes just in time to catch their waiter’s lips curl in a sweet smile that makes his eyes turn into crescents. It lasts barely a second, before his face returns to his neutral customer service expression. But Jisung decides he really likes that smile, and a part of him is sad to see it retreat so soon. 

“Well in that case, I can do the blind pointing for you, but I personally recommend the seasonally prepared local beef served on house baked brioche, that comes with garlic and parsley potato wedges. Does that sound alright?” Jisung felt he had said it faster and with more details just to confuse him. 

Jisung stares at him blankly in response, and he's pretty sure four whole seconds pass in silence before the Pretty Waiter ™ follows up, an ever so slight smirk on his lips, “it's pretty much a really good local burger with homemade fries, I think it would be something you would enjoy.” 

Jisung grins at that, “Oh! Yeah that does sound good...Thank you! I will have that.” For some reason he really likes the idea that their waiter chose something off the menu that was specially meant for him. Not that he wouldn't like all the nicer and fancier dishes they serve here with small plates with dry ice fog, but a part of him was more content in getting a dinner that didn't require him to question whether or not something on his plate was even edible. And the happy curiosity definitely had nothing to do with the way their waiter’s eyes sparkled when he talked or the barely-there smirk that Jisung just caught sight of. 

“Alright then, I’ll put in these orders. Oh! And then I'll be right back with your speciality fruit drink,” He says that last part with a slightly more upbeat tone, resulting in another smirk to appear on Changbin’s face and a groan from a slightly embarrassed Jisung.

---

Minho surprised himself. 

On any given day of work at Menu 98, he deathly avoids having to do anything more than the regular polite small talk. But for some reason, tonight he couldn’t stop himself from playing along with the antics of the cute boy at his table. The three boys were entertaining, and maybe he could blame the exhaustion and the numb pain in his heels, but the comical distraction was welcomed by Minho. He didn't even realize just how much he had been looking for a distraction from the long shift until it was staring right at him with big shiny eyes and a cute round face. Minho hurried back to enter in their orders, including his suggestion for the squirrel looking boy.

Minho wasn’t going to deny that the flustered boy at the table was cute, he was pretty aware how attractive all three the boys were when he took their orders. He had thought they were idols originally, so in Minho’s mind it made sense. Still, the waiter still felt something about the three was too unique to be categorized as just idols or trainees. As much as it may have piqued his curiosity though, Minho still got paid for his service not for his interests in customers, so he brushed it off almost as soon as it appeared. 

The rest of the evening, Minho tended to all four of his assigned tables with his usual perfect server act and minimal small talk. When it came to the three somewhat boisterous customers in the corner table, Minho may or may not have allowed himself to subtly laugh at their arguments and antics. The dynamic of the three boys was slowly becoming the highlight of his late night shift. Each of their personalities greatly contrasted and amplified the other, making way for animated and comical exchanges and arguments between them. 

When Minho had returned with a Strawberry daiquiri for the boy in pink, a chorus of giggles could be heard from the other two boys, while the other happily accepted the drink in substitute for the untouched glass of wine in front of him. Upon drinking it, the cute boy's eyes somehow widened further and shined more than Minho thought was possible. He flashed his heart-shaped smile as he thanked Minho for the drink. 

Minho nodded in return, and internally decided that Heart-shaped smiles were his new favorite. 

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Jisung had been hyper since the show, and the energy was now focused on a new mission to see the pretty smile of their waiter again. Granted, he didn't have to try that much harder to gain the attention of the pretty waiter, being the loud and excitable person naturally he was. Every small grin that Jisung was able to pull out from under the other boy’s infuriatingly polite facade, was a major win in his book. 

Chan, Changbin, and Jisung celebrated further by enjoying the food, which was all phenomenal, and discussing their next gig the coming week. The best way to celebrate one performance is to look towards the next, or someother random bullshit Changbin had said after a couple more glasses of wine.

Overall the night was a celebration of all of the dedication and hours they had put into their music, as well as their grind to perform and grow a somewhat sizable following. They were all high on the potential of finally getting to realize their dreams and reach their goals as a group, something none of them actually thought they would get to do together. The overwhelming happiness of the night easily made it one of Jisung's new favorite memories. 

As the boys were finishing off their third--or forth--drink (Jisung definitely had another one of the strawberry drinks Minho had brought him), after dinner and figuring out their checks, Jisung felt a surge of boldness. Mostly due to having a few drinks in his system, and the slight infatuation he had with the pretty waiter's smile, Jisung decided ‘whats the worst thing that could happen? Rejection? lmao’ and wrote down his name and number on his receipt in hopes that Minho would actually read it, or maybe even contact him. Maybe. 

It was a shot in the dark, but Jisung had been feeling a little high on life, and felt like he couldn’t leave without at least shooting his shot. Jisung and the other members of 3racha got up to leave, and Jisung searched out the waiter. He  wasn’t able to see him in the mostly empty dining room now, but a hopeful part of him felt that he would see him again, leaving the restaurant with his arms around his members already bickering about who would get to shower first after their long night. 

“I'm just saying, Chan-hyung I know for a fact that you’re not even going to make it to the front door before passing out, so I call dibs. And Jisung, I’m older than you so I get veto power over your rights and decisions as your hyung.” 

Jisung was about to grumble in response but something about how Changbin’s smile was so carefree left him feeling like he deserved this victory. Changbin was definitely a little tipsy, but seeing his hyung so happy after such a rough week made Jisung glad to do anything to keep that smile there.

“Fine, fine hyung but you have to help me carry Chan-hyung up stairs when he inevitable falls asleep on me in the cab” 

“I don't know what youre talking about,” Chan replies, already yawning, while climbing into the cab.

---

Minho was picking up the receipts from his tables when one of them caught his eye.

Hey, I’m Han Jisung ^~^ (the cute one in the pink hoodie!)

Thanks for your suggestions, best waiter ever!!!

I think your smile is beautiful, Maybe I’ll get to see it again sometime?

555-XXX-XXXX

Minho couldn't help but smile to himself. He’d been hit on occasionally by customers and has been given countless numbers, which usually don't make it much farther than the trash, but something about the innocence of the note and cuteness of the boy made him actually consider keeping it.

He scoffed to himself after a second of considering it. As cute as the boy was, and as sweet as the note was, Minho didn’t have time or energy to have another added person in his life. No matter romantically or platonically, new relationships were on his ‘things to stay away from if you ever wanna make it into the dance academy’ list. He already barely ever saw his roommates, and if they weren't all in the same dance troupe, they probably wouldn't talk much. All of their time was spent working and practicing, and he and his roommates only had enough energy and free time to spend a meal or two together on the weekends. There just wasn’t any more time for anything extra, no matter how nice the idea may sound. 

He was about to give the little message the same treatment as the others as he cleaned up for the night, but a part of him couldn't bring himself to throw it away, and discreetly pocketed it instead out of instinct. Out of sight and out of mind as far as Minho was concerned.

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thank you if you read this far <3

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#stray kids #skz #minsung #stray kids fic #skz fic #han jisung #lee minho #lee know #I love my sons #gods menu #restaurant au

[silver-lily-louise]

One Better Than Palladium

Summary: ‘Alright, so what’s the traditional seventy-sixth anniversary present?’ ‘There isn’t one, sweetpea. The system’s of mundane origin, I don’t think many mortal couples get that far.’ It's Magnus and Alec's seventy-sixth anniversary, and Magnus wants to find his husband the perfect present.

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~oOo~

Magnus Lightwood-Bane is currently in the throes of the nicest problem he’s ever had, and he’s sorely disappointed with the reinforcements he’s drafted in. ‘You do realise that you two are being completely unhelpful,’ he grumbles, raising his voice over the high street bustle.

Catarina chuckles. ‘Only because you’ve shot down every one of our suggestions. Look, I told you – it doesn’t even matter what you get him. You know he’s going to love it, because it’s from you. He even appreciated the candy canes you got him that one year.’ ‘Don’t remind me,’ Magnus mutters. He’d gotten them as part of a hamper for one of their early anniversaries, knowing how much Alec liked mint at the time. Unfortunately, he hadn’t known how much Alec disliked hard candies.

He jolts back to the present as he stumbles into someone. ‘Spiacente,’ he apologises, before giving a deep sigh and turning back to his entourage. ‘I’m not sure inspiration is striking me here. Perhaps we gave up on Seoul too quickly-‘ ‘Magnus,’ Madzie interrupts, half-laughing, half-groaning. ‘This is the fourth city we’ve been to. I don’t think location is the real issue.’ Magnus huffs, annoyed at how reasonable she’s being. ‘Remind me why I invited the pair of you?’ ‘Because your other option was Ragnor,’ she points out, matter-of-fact, ‘and we all know how that trip would have gone.’ She pulls him to the side, away from the flow of foot traffic, and stops him in his tracks. ‘Okay. Let’s just think for a moment,’ she says. ‘What did you get him last year?’ ‘Last year was easy,’ he says, a little bitter at how good past Magnus had it. If only the poor bastard had known what was coming. ‘Seventy-five years is apparently also known as a palladium anniversary, so I inlaid a seraph sword sheath with a palladium design and a protection charm.’ ‘Alright, so what’s the traditional seventy-sixth anniversary present?’

Magnus rolls his eyes. ‘There isn’t one, sweetpea. The system’s of mundane origin, I don’t think many mortal couples get that far.’ ‘Oh!’ Catarina’s suddenly at his side again, grabbing his arm in excitement. ‘Magnus, I think I may have just solved your problem.’ She spins him around, pointing across the street at a low-ceilinged, plainly-painted shop, almost invisible amongst the flashier, more modern boutiques. He raises an eyebrow, sceptical. ‘Catarina, Alexander doesn’t play any instruments.’ ‘Well, he’s over a hundred now. High time he learned,’ she declares, and she’s dragging Magnus over to the music shop before he can offer up more than a token protest.

The inside of the shop is surprisingly large, stretching back quite a long way from the street. The lighting is fairly dim, but warm and welcoming, and the noise of the street dies down to almost nothing once the door swings shut. The shop is quiet aside from the low mutter of a few other patrons, and the faint strains of Wagner in the background. The first floor is almost entirely dedicated to pianos, and with Jace gone less than ten years, Magnus thinks that might hit a little too closely to be a viable option; so instead, they head up to the second floor, home to the more portable instruments.

Catarina and Madzie soon drift away from him, giving him time to browse alone. (He hears the noise of a gong being struck – albeit softly – and then a hiss of ‘Mom, I don’t think you’re supposed to touch-‘ ‘Oh, relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to break it. Besides, I’ve always wanted to do that.’) Magnus walks through the different displays, trying to choose an instrument that will suit his husband. Anything bowed is out immediately – Magnus already lived through Ragnor’s short-lived attempt to learn the double bass, and he’s not eager to repeat that experience at a higher pitch. The woodwind section tempts him for a moment – Alexander keeps himself fit, so he’s definitely got the breath control for it. Plus a very talented mouth, he thinks with a smirk. He’s sure there must be some… transferable skills involved in playing the saxophone -

The next display, however, is revelation enough to stop even that train of thought. Magnus finds himself staring, before starting to grin in triumph.

Perfect.

***

‘That was incredible, Alexander,’ Magnus declares once they’ve finished their lasagne. It’s always worth complimenting his husband purely to see the look of bashful joy on his face, but in this case, Magnus also happens to mean every word. After coming to the end of his stint as Consul, Alec’s spent the last twenty years as a sort of part-time diplomatic consultant for the Clave, and he decided fairly early on that he’d like to spend his extra free time sharpening his culinary skills beyond his usual read-the-recipe-and-pray approach. It took him a while to start trusting his instincts – but nowadays, they nicely complement his attention to detail, and he’s become a well-rounded chef. (A few years back, he even managed to fix the infamous Trueblood Stew, his newfound culinary understanding lending context and helping him better decipher his grandmother’s looping cursive. ‘Eight tablespoons? What the hell was I thinking, Magnus? Obviously that says ‘three teaspoons’, because any more than that and the bitterness would just overpower-‘)

Alec smiles, glowing at the praise just as Magnus expected he would. ‘Thanks. Dessert’s still chilling down, so in the meantime…’ He stands, taking Magnus’ hand and pulling him over to the couch. Magnus goes willingly, an absent-minded handwave taking care of the dirty dishes, and drops onto the seat beside his husband. A pristinely-wrapped box is immediately placed in his lap. ‘Happy anniversary,’ Alec says.

Magnus plants a kiss on his cheek. ‘Thank you, darling.’ He gets to work unwrapping the gift (Don’t hold it upside down, Alec warns hurriedly), and the shiny gold paper tears away to reveal a plain cardboard box. Curious, Magnus opens the lid – and his mouth falls open in surprise and delight. ‘Alexander…’ he breathes.

Inside the box are twenty-four jars, each neatly labelled, each containing a different potion ingredient. Black sand, dried honeysuckle, and eagle feathers are among the more commonplace; but what takes his breath away are the likes of oceanic volcanic ash, powdered saint’s teeth, and honeyed rafflesia. ‘Alexander, some of these are incredibly rare,’ Magnus points out, unnecessarily. ‘How on earth did you come by them?’ ‘Hey, I can’t give away all my secrets,’ Alec teases. He’s practically beaming, now. ‘But no-one’s coming to arrest me, if that’s what you’re worried about.’ Magnus scoffs. ‘As if they’d get through me, in any case.’ He gently closes the lid of the box, and with a flicker of magic, it’s deposited safely in his apothecary. He pulls Alec in closer with one hand under his chin, and kisses him appreciatively. ‘Thank you, Alexander,’ he murmurs against his lips. ‘I love it. It’s so thoughtful of you.’

He pulls away then, laughing at the brief frown that crosses Alec’s expression. ‘Oh, stop that,’ he chides good-naturedly. ‘There’ll be plenty of time for kissing once you’ve opened your gift.’ He gives a flourish of his wrist, and the large, triangular package appears on the coffee table in a spiral of pale blue sparks.

Alec’s eyes widen as he hauls the – admittedly sizable – present onto his lap, and he’s clearly trying to work out what it could be, even as he peels away the scotch tape from each end and removes a perfect rectangle of flocked green wrapping paper. He unzips the soft black case – and freezes.

Magnus fidgets a little. ‘Catarina suggested that you might like to learn an instrument,’ he says, scanning Alec’s face for a hint of his reaction. ‘And I thought it might be an interesting new endeavor for you to embark on, after your culinary quest proved so successful.’

‘…It’s beautiful,’ Alec murmurs, and a wave of relief washes through Magnus. Alec lifts out the lever harp, holding it almost reverently, fingertips brushing lightly over the silver runes Magnus magically inlaid in the brindled wood. Perseverance. Technique. Creation. Quietude. ‘I’m glad you like it,’ Magnus says softly – but then he grins. ‘I did consider a few other instruments, but this seemed… an appropriate choice.’ Alec rolls his eyes, though his gaze goes straight back to the harp. ‘We’re still not doing that angel-and-demon couples costume for Hallowe’en.’ Magnus waves a hand dismissively. ‘You’ll come around on that. I’ll wear you down eventually.’

Alec finally puts the harp down, sliding it gently back into the case and standing it carefully on the coffee table. ‘Thank you,’ he says sincerely, wrapping his arms around Magnus, before pulling back a little to kiss him again. ‘I love it. It’s beautiful.’

Magnus closes his eyes, humming a little in contentment as he rests their foreheads together, trading lazy kisses back and forth. ‘You’re welcome,’ he says. ‘Happy anniversary, Alexander.’

The rest of the evening is wonderful, and Magnus feels his quiet happiness – a familiar emotion, these days, and isn’t that positively miraculous? – settle soul-deep. The lemon posset turns out to be just as delicious as expected, and after a few cocktails, Magnus even manages to convince Alexander to dance with him for a few turns.

They wake in a tangle of limbs and silk sheets, and Magnus gazes softly, almost disbelievingly, at the man before him. Alexander is more than a century old, and he’s still here, still young and healthy, still lighting up Magnus’ world with every step he takes. It’s more than Magnus ever dared dream of, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever run out of gratitude for the life they’re building together.

Later, Magnus is in his apothecary, carefully arranging his precious new ingredients into place on his shelves. A hesitant, disjointed melody starts to surround him – coaxed from the harp strings in the next room by his very own angel – and he smiles.

~oOo~

#malec #malec fanfic #immortal husbands #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfic #shtv #magnus lightwood-bane #alec lightwood-bane #catarina loss #madzie loss #shs #mine #food cw #alcohol mention #death mention

[branching-paths]

Of Warriors

We huddled in the cave, wishing for a fire. Fili and Kili were sitting next to each other, like they normally were, but this time Kili had a protective hand clutched on his brother's hand. I don't blame him, seeing as Fili was just about squished against the cliff face. I glanced at Thorin. He said some pretty mean things to the hobbit when he nearly fell over the cliff, and it wasn't Bilbo's fault. I glanced at our hobbit, he was talking quietly with Gandalf as they set up their bed rolls in the corners. I glared one more time at Thorin and curled into the blanket.

I woke up to yelling. Then I heard Fili and Kili, that's what sprang me into action. I jumped to my feet, only to be tackled by a small gangly creature, a goblin. My hands were pulled behind me, but I yanked them back. I rolled forward and landed on another goblin, not a very cushiony landing. I drew my sword and slashed at a few. A larger goblin tackled me and bound my hands with chains. A bright light flashed as we were taken through a gap in the cave wall that wasn't there before. It shut back up, leaving us in total darkness. I stomped on goblin toes, maybe even a hobbit's toes, I wasn't exactly sure. I yelled out all the curses I knew at the goblins, and I wasn't the only one. By the sound of everyone yelling, everyone but Gandalf and Bilbo were captured. Farther ahead was a bright orange light and that's when I saw fourteen little fuzzy heads bobbing along a passage, bald goblins were on each side, pulling at the company until all that was on us were our clothes and footwear. Well, I still had four of my knives, but I doubt I would still have them in a few minuets. We came to the end of the passage, and what I saw took my breath away, in a disgusted sort of way. It was a deep cavern, filled with hundreds upon thousands of goblins. Little boardwalks made up the limited pathways around the cavern, and they creaked as we stomped along. A loud horn bellowed through the cavern, Bifur yelled as it hit his ears. At the end of the board walk was a large throne made out of bones and dirt, maybe something a little worse then dirt somewhere in the mix. Sitting on the throne, however, was the most disgusting thing I ever saw. It was a large goblin, with a large belly, thick legs, even thicker arms, and a beard made out of his double chin that was covered in grease. He, I'm saying he because he was only wearing a loincloth and a crown, coughed and sprayed the side of his throne with junk from his mouth. He raised his fat and greasy head and lifted his feet. Goblins scrambled under his feet to be his foot rest, he stepped on them as he readjusted in his throne. 

"I think I feel a song coming on," He shouted. We were shuffled closer to the disgusting creature as the music started to get louder. 

"Snap, clap, the black crack," The goblin's shouted, making my ears pound. "Grip grab pinch and nab! And down down to goblin town! You go my lad! Clash crash! Crush and smash! Hammer and tongs, knocker and gongs! Pound pound far under ground! Ho Ho my lad! Swish smack, whip crack! Batter and beat, yammer and bleat! Work WORK nor dare to shirk! While goblins laugh and goblins laugh, round and round, far under ground, BELOW MY LAD!" The large goblin ended his song by spinning slowly around on his toes, nearly sending us all off the boardwalk with his large stick with a what looked like a cow skull on it. As we all rose to our feet again, the goblin looked at us with a humorous look in his eye as he backed into his throne. 

"Catchy tune, isn't it," He asked, thumping his staff on the ground next to the throne. "It's one of my own compositions!" 

"That's not a song," Balin shouted. "It's an abomination!" We all yelled our agreements with Balin, but the goblin didn't seem offended. 

"Abominations, mutations, deviations," The goblin bellowed. He spread his arms wide and almost smiled. "That's all your gonna find down here!" The goblins shouted with glee and shoved us together into a tighter pack. Then the goblins brought our arms and threw them onto the ground. That enraged the greater goblin. 

"Who would be so bold as to enter my kingdom armed," He shouted at us. "Spies, thieves, ASSASINS?!" A little goblin walked forward from the weapon heap and looked up at the Great Goblin, I think that's what I would call him. 

"Dwarves, your malevolence," It said meekly. He sniffed as he threw his head back at us. "Found 'em on the front porch with this feisty one!" Another goblin grabbed my arms and lifted them, shoving me forward. As I was brought forward, the Great Goblin howled again. 

"Well don't just stand there, search them! Every crack, every crevice!" I looked back towards the company as they were searched, fighting against the goblin that was unsuccessfully dragging me towards the Great Goblin. Oin's ear trumpet was taken from him and squashed, and all the hidden weapons and stolen goods Nori had were taken from him. Not much joined the pile of weapons after Nori was searched again. They dumped his sack over and poured out the candelabras, cutlery and shakers all stolen from Rivendell. Nori looked a little bashful to say the least. The little goblin picked up a candelabra and looked it over. 

"It is my belief, your great betruverence, that they are in league with elves," He shouted, handing the Great Goblin the candle holder. He looked at it's base and squinted his eyes. 

"Made... In....R-Rivendell," He muttered. Then he scoffed as he threw the holder into the pit below him. "Second age, couldn't give it away!" Everyone looked at Nori. 

"Just a couple of keep sakes," He muttered, shrugging his shoulders. I started to move towards the throne again, so I braced myself up against a board that was sticking out a little. That stopped me dead in my tracks, but the goblin behind me kept shoving, stupid hairbrain! 

"What are you doing in these parts," The Great Goblin asked, leaning over the weapons pile and scanning the company. Thorin looked towards the goblin and almost made his way forward to tell him a lie. I shoved Oin, who got the gist, and grabbed Thorin's shoulder. 

"Don't worry lads," He said, shoving by Thorin. "I'll handle this!" The Great Goblin backed into his throne again, a murderous gaze on us. 

"No tricks now, I want the truth," He shouted at Oin. "Warts and all!" Oin frowned at the creature. 

"You are going to have to speak up," He shouted back. "Your boys flattened my trumpet," He added, holding up his flattened ear trumpet. The Great Goblin became enraged again. 

"I'll flatten more then your trumpet," He shouted, breaking a torch holder made of glass, stomping towards the company. As they backed up, Bofur stepped in front of Oin, pointing at himself. Don't make a riddle, I silently pleaded to him. I doubt he could hear inside my head though.... 

"If it's more information you want, then I'm the one you should speak to," He shouted. The Goblin's rampage ended, and he lowered his raised fist with a nod to continue. Bofur went silent as he thought up a lie. DON'T MESS THIS UP BOFUR! 

"We were on the road," He began. Oh crap.... "Well, it's not so much a road, a path... Actually, it's not even that come to think of it. It's more like a track." Bofur was rocking back and forth, and it appeared that the Great Goblin was buying the story. "Anyways, the point is we were on this road like a path like a track, and then we weren't!" Correction, the Goblin was getting irritated, shaking his head ever so slightly and thumping his cow staff. "Which is a problem-" The Great Goblin clutched his staff's head and growled at Bofur. 

"Shut up," He said, almost silently, but Bofur didn't hear him. 

"-Because we were supposed to be in Duneland, last Tuesday," Bofur added quickly, casting a glance back at Dori. Dori walked forward and grabbed Bofur's arm, using it to hold himself up as he leaned forward. 

"Visiting distant relations," Dori added. Everyone mumbled their approval. Bofur looked back at the Great Goblin and started to talk again, but he wouldn't have any of it. 

"SHUT UP," He bellowed. All the goblins ducked as it echoed through the massive tunnel, Bofur, who had his mouth opened, shut it and lowered his head to look at him through the fibers of his hat. "If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring up the langler, bring up the bone breaker!" The goblins started to cheer as he turned around to face us again. "Start with the youngest," The goblin added, pointing to who appeared to be the youngest, Ori. That's when the goblin that had been shoving on me, discovered my little secret, and well, Mordor kind of broke loose. I fell forwards, getting the attention of just about everyone in the cavern, Thorin shouted for them to wait in bringing up the... what ever they were, taking a step forward. The Great Goblin looked at me and Thorin, then smirked. 

"Well if it isn' the great Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain," He mocked. He bowed low, then snapped his head back up. "Oh but wait, you don't have a mountain, so what does that make you? Nobody, I would suppose..." The great Goblin turned towards me and shoved away the goblins that were pulling me to my feet. He picked me up and set me on my feet. "And his little friend, Myrin Flamebird. You aren't anything, so I won't bother with you." He backed up and looked at us both, an evil smirk on his face. "I know someone who will pay a great deal for your heads, just a head, no body attached!" He cackled and sat down in his throne again. "You might know him. He rides upon a white Warg." Everyone stiffened. 

"You lie, Azog is long dead," I shouted. The Great Goblin turned to me and smiled cruelly. 

"You think The Pale Orc's defiling days are over, do you?" He chuckled again as he turned to a little goblin handing on a zipline. "Send a message to Azog the Defiler, tell him that I have his prizes!" The little goblin pulled on a cord and the zipline went away. The goblins started to screech again, shoving and pulling at us again. "Until the devices are brought up, I'll treat you to another song!" The goblin's cheered again, one pulled me backwards by my chains. I landed on my back, jumped back to my feet and glared at the Great Goblin. 

"No more songs," I yelled at him. "No more chanting, and no more shoving!" 

"You don't give the orders," A goblin shouted at me, swinging his hand towards the back of my head. I ducked and rammed into his ribs. I sent him over the edge of the boardwalk, and the goblins went silent. 

"Bring her here," The Great Goblin yelled through the silence. More goblin hands grabbed my arms and dragged me to his nasty feet. He leaned down until he was inches from my face. "If you think you can sing better then me, prove it! She can't sing properly when she's bound, so get those shackles off!" 

"But, your great-" 

"Are you questioing my judgement," He snarled at the goblin. "Think about it, will you?! She's unarmed, surrounded by hundreds of us, and we could use her friends as leverage! Un bind her so she may sing!" He turned back to me. I glared defiantly up at him as the shackles were taken from my wrists and ankles. He gestured for me to start, but I stayed silent. "If you won't sing willingly, then one of your comrades will be sent over the edge!" He waved his hand at the company and they brought Kili forth, holding his arms and shoulders so he couldn't use them. Kili and the goblins that were holding him shuffled towards the edge of the boardwalk. I held out my hand for them to stop, staring back up at the Great Goblin. 

"Stop, I'll sing," I shouted at him. "Only if you let him go," I added. 

"She's got a beautiful voice," Bilbo added, adding a nice smile towards me for effect. "Do you remember when you sang to that troll a few months ago, and he was so startled that he forgot to eat us?" Seeing where the hobbit was going, I nodded, sending back a sheepish smile back. 

"It wasn't that good," I lied. 

"What are you talking about, it was the greatest singing I've ever heard," Fili yelled, holding Dwalin's shoulder and lifting himself up just slightly to see over everything to see Kili. 

"Anyways sir, you would be foolish not to listen to her," Bilbo said. That sparked the Great Goblin's interest, so he nodded towards Kili's captors and he was released. They shoved Kili back toward the company, he stumbled into Bofur. I turned back to the Great Goblin. 

"What style would you like to hear," I asked. In my head, all I could hear was, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die etc. 

"Funeral march, seeing as you all will be dead in a short while," The Great Goblin said with chuckle. 

"I don't sing funeral marches," I told him. "What about a comedy? I really love to sing those." He grumbled, but waved his hand to show he approved. I took a deep breath and prepared to die. 

"There once was a cat, his name was Jim," I began. I had no idea where I was going with this, but really hoped it went well. "This cat named Jim, he climbed the trees. That is until he found a nest of bees-" 

"Oh great," The Great Goblin bellowed. "Not this one again! I just had a bunch of elves try to sing their way out, and this was all they would sing! Four hours of that echoing through my halls, it can drive you insane! Pick something else!” It was then that the contraptions were begining to arrive. “Finally! Now we can get to business!” Just then, a goblin shrieked and dropped Orcrist, sheath and all. All the goblins scrambled away from the sword, the Great Goblin pressed himself into the back of his throne. 

“I know that sword, it is The Goblin Cleaver,” He howled with fright. Goblins started to pile on us, trying to harm us anyway possible. “It’s the blade that’s sliced a thousand necks! Slash them, beat them, kill them, KILL THEM ALL!” Goblins were being flung everywhere as they jumped at the company, but threw them off. Goblins piled high on Thorin, pulling at him and out numbering him. That’s where I made my mistake, keeping both eyes out for my comrades, I wasn’t paying attention to my own hide. Goblins grabbed my arms and shoved me down to the boardwalk, pulling so hard that I thought my arms would pop off. One of the goblins shoved something in my left shoulder, making my arm pulse with pain. It was all happening so fast, that I barely could make out everything. Searing pain, bright light- wait, DID THEY HAVE A DRAGON?! The contraptions were ruined as the light touched them, then it pulsed back to where it started, dazing every single goblin. All the light dimmed, and Gandalf stepped out of nowhere, staff in one hand, sword in the other, both glowing a blue light. As the company came too, Gandalf looked us over. 

“Take up arms,” He said firmly. “Fight, FIGHT!” I shoved off the goblin that landed on me and rolled to my feet. The rest of the company was doing like wise, shoving goblins and getting weapons from the heap. The great Goblin came too also, and crept farther into his throne, squealing like a frightened animal. 

“He wields the Foe Hammer, The Beater, bright as daylight,” He whimpered. Bombur crouched next to the weapons heap and threw weapons into the air, various members would catch them and start to slay the goblins. Bilbo drew his sword, which was hidden in his trousers, I noticed it as it looked like he was pulling off his own leg. The great Goblin stood up and stumbled towards Thorin, his staff raised to knock him off the boardwalk. 

“Thorin,” I shouted. Thorin turned around, and blocked his blow with such force, it knocked the Great Goblin and who ever was behind him off the boardwalk. 

“Follow me,” Gandalf said quickly and quietly to the company. “Quick, come on!” We raced down a path of boardwalk and into the tunnels. “RUN!” I made the mistake of looking behind, what I saw chilled me to the bone. Hoards upon hoards of goblins were on our tail, sometimes crawling to head us, and even jumping onto the boardwalk, weapons drawn and a fierce look in their eyes. They were quickly cut down, or knocked off the boardwalk. Dwalin and those behind him cut a wooden railing off the boardwalk and used that to beat goblins off the walk way. 

“CUT THE ROPES,” Thorin shouted as a bunch of goblins started to swing over from the other side. I cut the rope closest to me and the bridge fell towards the goblins coming across. They wound around the bridge, then both fell into the chasm, shrieks billowing up as they fell. We continued to run, Kili was nearly speared by a few arrows that he deflected with his sword, then he grabbed a ladder, locked some goblin heads into it and shoved them into a broken part of the path. Dwalin set his foot on the other side and we ran past, Dwalin kicked the ladder off, yanking Ori towards him as he did so. We ran for a while longer, Gandalf blasted a boulder down and we used that to make a path through a bunch of goblins. Ahead of us, I noticed that there was a boardwalk that crossed the chasm, and by the looks of it, we would have to cross it. Bilbo and I were at the back of the company with Kili, fighting off the goblins trying to pull our feet out from under us. Gandalf started to lead us across, then the Great Goblin came out form under the boardwalk, showering Gandalf with a bunch of splinters. 

“You thought you could escape me,” He snarled at the aged wizard. He brought his staff down at Gandalf, who dodged then backed up as he swung it again. “What are you going to do now, wizard,” The Great Goblin snarled again. Gandalf rose up again, poked at his eye and brought Glamdring across his stomach. The Great Goblin’s howls silenced all other sounds. The creature looked up at Gandalf and nodded. 

“That’ll do it,” He mumbled. Gandalf slit his throat and the goblin slumped forwards, and that’s when the boardwalk broke. We plunged down, the supports of the boardwalk slowly breaking away as they met the rough stone. The ride was rough on the way down and one particular bump sent me off the back end. Bilbo noticed me falling and tried to grab my foot. He grabbed it alright, but he fell off with me. Into the dark black pit we fell, and eventually, Bilbo let go of my foot. I passed out when I landed in what I thought was a mushroom. 

I woke up with a splitting headache, and my shoulder was on fire. I reached over and pulled out the knife from my shoulder and stood up. It was a dark tunnel, that much I could tell. Behind me there was black nothing, in front of me the tunnel was endless. I stumbled forwards, one hand on the wall, the other gripping my drawn sword. That's when I heard Warg howls. I kicked myself into a sprint, taking my hand off the wall. The howling got louder, but I wasn't sure if it was the echoing, or them actually getting closer. I didn't want to find out. I ran for what seemed like endless hours, until I noticed a blueish glow from one of the other passages. I slowed down and waited, pressing myself against the wall. Then I made the mistake of taking a deep breath, preparing to possibly fight. 

"Who's there," Bilbo asked. I let out my breath and showed myself. Bilbo looked a little ruffled, but other then that he looked okay. 

"Hey Hobbit," I said, sheathing my sword. Bilbo sighed and lowered his. "Elvish made, huh," I asked, pointing to his sword. Bilbo looked at it and nodded, twisting it around. 

"I think so," He mumbled. "That's what Gandalf said..... Have you seen everyone else?" I shook my head. 

"All I've seen is black, and all I've heard is-" The Wargs started to howl again, and Bilbo tensed. "That... Have you come across any other tunnels?" 

"No, this is the first intersection I've come to. But I do know we're getting deeper, all of these are getting deeper." More, louder howling stopped all conversation. I pulled Bilbo closer and got close to his ear. 

"You take this path, I'll take this other one," I breathed. "Don't look back, no matter what you hear." I let go of the hobbit, who nodded with a gulp. I drew my sword again and took the path to my left. Bilbo took the one behind me and eventually, his footsteps faded into the distance. The Wargs got closer and closer, then they stopped, by the sound of it. Then teeth grabbed my leg and pulled me to the ground. I swung my sword down towards the snout of the Warg and it released my leg. I got back to my feet and drew my other sword. Another Warg jumped at me, I swung my blade at it. One pounced on my back and I fell forwards. It stuck it's snarling muzzle next to my ear.  I shoved my sword backwards, hopefully into the monster's neck. It yelped and backed up, then something picked me up by my shoulders, my feet swung uselessly beneath me. 

"Master wants to see you," It hissed in my ear, in Orcish. I thrashed about, trying to hit part of the Orc with my sword, but something else yanked them from my hands. Another something bound my hands with thick rope, my feet, when they were held so I couldn't kick their teeth out, bound with even thicker rope. Then I was thrown over the back of a Warg, then they rode through the tunnels, back to where we started, The Great Goblin's Throne. Someone was sitting on it, but I couldn't tell who it was. An Orc grabbed my injured leg and threw me over their shoulder, and onto the boardwalk, belly up. The thing on the throne got up and stalked over, I say stalked because it's boots were loud and it sounded like he walked with purpose. The only thing that I could see right now, because of walking in the dark for so long and being thrown about, were shiny things. I could see the big fire in the middle, the little torches higher up, and the armour on the Orcs. As my vision came back, it was blurry at first. What I barely saw though, let's just say that terror was an understatement. A tall white Orc with his left arm missing, replaced by a spindle with four points. Then the rest of my vision came in, Azog the Pale Orc was standing to my right, the scariest, most horrifying smile on his face. 

"Here's one, where is the other," He snarled, making all the hairs on my neck raise, not a fun experience. Another Orc came forward and bowed in front of Azog. 

"He escaped the tunnels, with the others and a tall one," He said, obviously terrified. Azog looked at the Orc and pulled his jaw in. 

"Throw this one in with the Wargs, send them out to track Oakenshield." Azog looked back at me and crouched down. "He's abandoned you," He said quietly, his face very close to mine. "You don't think he's forgotten about you, left you for dead?" I snarled and spat into his face. Azog growled, stood up and kicked my side, drawing the breath out of me. An Orc picked me up and took me somewhere, everything was a little hazy after that. I was thrown into a cell like thing, it smelled awful, and the Orc left cackling. A sat there for what seemed like days, for all I know it could of been days. Then, when I had enough energy, I sat up and pulled a knife from my boot. Those idiots didn't take my daggers, and that would be their downfall. I cut the ropes and got to my feet. My shoulder felt numb, not a good sign, so did my legs. Maybe that was because I was laying down for a while. Using my scabbard to support myself, I walked out of the Warg pen. Surprisingly, it wasn't guarded. I walked around, until I came to the armory, or I thought it was the armory because of all the weapons stashed there. I walked in and grabbed my swords, then walked back out. 

"Stop right there," An Orc shouted, startling me so much, I stopped and looked at the foul creature. He looked at me and snarled. "You are to be taken to Master..."

Welp. Here's the next one!

Have fun!

#Thorin Oakenshield #thorin x oc #hobbit #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #goblin town #glamdring #ocrist #azog #fanfiction #help me #16 year old me doesn't know who consistency is

[talldarkandroguesome]

1st Entry Back on Nirn

When we arrived at the Mages Guild, Plays-with-Fire informed me that he had word sent ahead to my home in Mournhold, letting them know of my return and that, at Avon’s instruction, a carriage would be awaiting our arrival. Since Mournhold was one of the major teleportation hubs, we would be able to directly teleport there for the time being. Valos, who was in charge of the portals, told us that these portals were going to stay open for a few weeks, but they were soon to be closing down all but one of them, the location of which had yet to be decided by Galerion.

I thanked Plays-With-Fire with a big kiss on the cheek. I told him I was looking forward to when he could join us again, for I knew that Avon must miss him terribly. I could see him getting a bit bashful, but only smiled.

We all said our goodbyes to all of our companions who were in the Mages Guild and then we were off. Through that disorienting shift of teleportation.

I waited with my eyes closed as the lightheaded feeling wore off. I was almost afraid to open my eyes, lest what I saw before me was still Coldharbour.

Yet I began to smell the familiar aroma of incense and ash.

When I opened my eyes, I recognized the Dunmeri architecture that meant I was home. We had made it.

Of course, it was the interior of the Mournhold Mages Guild. But from so far away we had managed to make it home.

I felt something wet on my cheeks, only to wipe them away and find them tears. My happiness was almost beyond containment. We moved towards the front door and it took all my strength not to race, to leap, to cry out in joy!

I still am working out the exact date. It is strange to be back with changing light and temperature. There is something to be said in the rhythm of nature, of how reliant we all become upon it. We were beings of Nirn and clearly made to live within it.

As expected, a carriage sat just outside of the Guild doors awaiting us. We were ushered, along with our belongings, into the carriage, our things stowed neatly on top.

My face was glued to the window the whole ride back, letting my eyes soak up the sight of all those familiar places on the way back home. Tel leaned against me, their warmth another reminder that we were no longer in that cold and desolate place.

As the carriage let us off and we walked up the stone steps, I could not wait to sit by the fireplace and feel the warmth, to watch as the sun set and rose again. To look up at the stars and moons. To have all the proof that I was, in fact, back where I belonged.

Yet who should await me just inside my door, but Mother.

She announced to us all that there was a meal waiting in the dining room, but should everyone be too weary from the journey, food could be delivered up to each room.

I gave Mother the formal greeting of respect. She wore that smile that I knew was purely a mask for her true emotions and asked if I would spare her a moment before I retired.

It would have been rude to refuse, particularly with guests.

As soon as we were in the parlor and the doors were shut, the mask was removed.

I tried to explain to Mother that I was exhausted. We had come all the way from Coldharbour and that I was still recovering from my battle injuries.

She told me not to make excuses, that she had been receiving all manner of updates from her contacts in the Mages Guild and had been in enough battles to know that I should be healed up fine by now.

I was so tired, but all she wanted to do was reiterate my goals and responsibilities. It just kept gong on an on.

Eventually, even she was tired of reprimanding me for things beyond my control. So she retired back to her place for the night and told me that she was expecting a full report that could be delivered to the House Council with information that might get delivered to the Grand Council as well.

I nodded and told her that I would make sure to leave such an explanation before heading out for the next part of my mission in the morning.

When I got to my room, Tel was already fast asleep. I had a hot bath and then wrote up as much as I could, without giving all the details, of what had come to pass.

Now, I am completely drained. It is only a couple of hours until dawn and I still have yet to finish. However, I must put it off until the morrow, I think. I keep beginning to dose off atop the parchment and I know from the smudges that I must have some measure of ink upon my face.

I hope there is time to rest before we do whatever it is Varen is looking for us to take care of. I need it. And certainly Tel does as well.

#ESO #TES #RP #Dunmer #Elder Scrolls Online #The Elder Scrolls

[kunrendeotaku]

Chapter 11

“Quid ego faciem exitium?” The demon asks again, less patiently this time. That turns his already room rumbling voice into what feels like a miniature earthquake, causing me to stumble and take another cat punch, this time to the head. As you might expect, with my brains rattled I’m pretty much out of the fight from that point forward. I slump against the door I’ve been thrown against, all the strength seeping out from my limbs as my chest cools down.

“Marco!” I hear Star’s worried voice moments before she slides in between the creature's frog-like legs, ending up right in front of me. She calls out “Translucent Bubblegum Dome!” and a pink tinted bubble pops up over the two of us. I’d love to thank her for being such a hero, but all that comes out is slurred mumbling. “C’mon Janna, do your weird witchy stuff!” The demon slams its lion paw into the barrier, which shudders. I’m not sure how long that’ll last…

A snap rings out through the room as Janna closes her book of Latin soundly, and begins finally saving the day (?) “Corpus capillus exitium!” The witchy gal yells, pointing directly at me. Welp, I guess this is it, Janna planned all this just to finally kill me off. My premonition is quickly given weight when the demon dissolves once more into black smoke and slithers through Star’s shield like it's not even there, heading directly for me.

Star doesn’t even have time to spell up a counter before the black smoke hits, engulfing me completely. I feel what most closely resembles a hundred thousand static shocks, not super painful for each of them, but the sheer amount almost makes me feel like I’m on fire for all of half a second. I let out a strangled scream, but then the pain stops. The smoke dissipates almost immediately, leaving only three sweaty teens, a destroyed room, and candles in the closet that mysteriously light up again.

I’m feeling much more clear headed after that *wonderful* experience, and slowly push myself to my feet. Star allows the bubble to disappear and slams me back into the wall with a worried hug. “Marco! Are you cursed?! Are you dead?!” She begins patting me down in a way that would be quite nerve wracking in a less stressful situation, but doesn’t appear to find anything at first. “Wait- what's this?”

I blush and look down, wondering what she’s managed to see. Unfortunately for me, I find myself face to face with a giant centipede. It has crawled out of the collar of my shirt and currently has its little feelers waving at me, which is far too much after the events of the past ten minutes or so. I feel my consciousness leave me in a rush, darkness overtaking my vision for I’m not sure how long.

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The next thing I know, I hear the squeaking of wheels and a few grunts of effort. My body vibrates with the uncomfortable feeling of bad suspension over concrete, which has my head feeling like the gong of a particularly enthusiastic musician. I let out a pain filled moan, murmuring “Stop…” But unfortunately for me, my rest is further disturbed. I feel the evil motion finally stop, but that discomfort is replaced by a massive bash against my chest. My eyes fly open to see a worried looking Star staring right at me, her face so close that our noses nearly touch.

Her knees remain firmly lodged on my ribs, however. Couldn’t she have aimed for a less painful awakening? Still, I do my best to play it off and give my new friend a shaky smile. “Hey, Star.” She finally relaxes, spreading her knees and plopping her butt onto my stomach instead, which is wonderful in about six different ways. “Oh, thank Glossryck. You don’t have brain damage. Some of the things Janna said...Marco! I was worried about you!” As usual, concern quickly changes to anger. Usually I’m the one doing the lecturing, though.

“I, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry for worrying you, Star. Where -is- Janna anyway? Where are we?” Star grabs the metal sides of the box we’re in and pushes herself up and out, allowing me a full view of what I’d been riding in. Apparently Janna has lent Star a wagon to carry me around in, unless Star stole it. I’m not sure which would make me more comfortable, honestly. “Oh, she’s back at her place cleaning up. You reaaaaallly made a mess of things.”

“I made a mess of things?! Her crazy demon destroyed her room! Which, I may add, should not have been summoned at all, because Earth magic doesn’t work!” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I push myself up into a sitting position, nearly hysterical at this point. I’m not sure what I might have said next if she hadn’t shocked me so badly by saying “Marco, you know it wouldn’t have attacked us if you didn’t punch it? Those things look like monsters, but usually they just have a job to do after a summoning like that.”

I flap my lips for a few moments, completely flabbergasted. I caused all that chaos? Oh, my god, Janna’s revenge is gonna be… “Wait! I was unconscious in front of Janna, what did she do to me!? Star, you protected me, right!?” I reach up and grab at the front of Star’s shirt, desperation in my eyes. Has she gotten revenge already? Now that I think about it, I do feel a bit different!!

Damningly, Star looks away with a sudden blush on her cheeks, staying silent. “Star!” I repeat, shaking her while my voice cracks a bit. She sighs, still refusing to meet my eyes, but at least answers. “Ah, um, we didn’t do much. I wouldn’t have let her do more of that creepy witchy stuff to you. She just...checked to see if it worked. And maybe took a few pictures, since she said losing the ones she had was part of her payment.” I let go of the somewhat embarrassed girl and start patting myself down. I jump up out of the wagon and keep looking, before eventually finding out what the demon took away from me.

“Rodrigo…” I whisper in horror. My first chest hair is gone, along with every single other hair I had below the neck. That's what feels different, my pants, my boxers, my hoodie...they all feel different, without that thin layer of protection. “Hehe, you feel really smooth now.” Star takes advantage of my grief to pull up my hoodie sleeve and rub her cheek against my forearm, giggling out “Smoooooth.” Once I recover enough to move, I yank my arm away from my new friend, fall to my knees, and call to the sky “WHYYYY?!”

Star simply pats me on the back, saying “You know, she said she was doing you a favor. Apparently some girls like their guys clean shaven?” She just can’t understand. As much as I despise seeing my parents giggling over each other, a lot of my understanding of manliness comes from my very, very hairy father. Will I ever grow hair again? Will I be able to get a girl? What will Jackie think?! I flop myself back into the wagon, pull up my hood, and curl up in the fetal position. My bike will have to wait, as it is very much time to mope.

“Marco! I do not want to drag you all the way home in that thing. Are you listening to me!?” I’m too lost in despair to respond, of course, which ends up with her just sighing. “Guess I’m doin this.” Squeaky wheels and grunts of effort sound out once more, and I find myself longing for the sweet time when I was unconscious and had no idea I’d been cursed. Cursed with utter smoothness.

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #rating: mature #marco diaz #fanfiction #fanfic

[shin-so-sleepy]

Hi, congrats on starting a writing blog, I wish you luck and hope you have fun! Could you do a little ficlet of someone making Momo feel insecure about her height but then her s/o defends her (and then Momo realizes how much she loves her s/o and cuddles/hugs/forehead kisses ensue)? Thank you so much!

2:42 am - how dare someone make momo feel insecure sis imma FITE... which is why the reader in this has a bit of a uh, temper. i don’t think this is quite as fluffy as you wanted but there’s some soft stuff sprinkled in there. side note, you can pry the hc of momo enjoying puns from my cold, dead, body

Momo Yaoyorozu

— you and momo had been recently let off the stress of hero internships, and decided to schedule a fun mall date to relax

— sometime during the trip, momo happened to notice the mall’s new boba store that had opened recently, and insisted you both try some of the flavors that they had to offer

momo tugged at your sleeve and looked towards the direction of the shop, “ah- y/n look, it’s the new gong cha! i hear they make amazing caramel bubble tea...” she turns back to you, eyes wide and hopeful, “would you like to stop by as well?”

— you smiled, amused at her excitement over a simple drink, and simply nodded in agreement,

“yeah, i could go for some boba! i’m curious about their flavors too” you pause, tilting your head in mock inquisition and continue in a teasing voice. “know what you’re getting already? sure seems like it”

— the 1-A student let a gracious blush fill her cheeks, which let you know she was growing slightly flustered at your playful poking,

“w-well yes, i may have done some research beforehand... erm, anyways, if you’re alright with it then let’s go inside!” and with that, she took your hand in hers and made her way to the shop

— among the few customers there was a group of younger boys ( junior high, if you had to take a guess ) huddled at a table in the corner snorting with laughter

— you glanced at the group briefly, noticing their volume, but thought nothing more of it and allowed momo to lead you towards the cashier

the woman at the cash register smiled as you two approached, “hello! welcome to gong cha, how may i help you?”

— you observed the overhead menu as momo cleared her throat to order, hmmm do i want a boba or a milk foam... oo but a slushie sounds good... should i get a matcha? wait is that too basic- actually no i don’t care, i’ll get a matcha

— with that ( rehearsed in your head to make sure you don’t flub your words ), you finalize your order, pay, and opt to stand to the side with momo to wait as the woman prepares your drinks

— while you both stand patiently and talk in the meantime, you can’t help but overhear part of the conversation from the group of boys in the back,

“hey hey hey shut up or they’ll hear you, dude!!”

“bruh they’re not even paying attention. answer the question, is the tall one a solid 10 or what?”

“...nah, she’s not my type. too tall, it’s weird and would probably be like dating a giraffe, honestly.”

— your eyes widen, clamping your mouth shut and immediately searching momo’s face for any sign that she overheard them. your face falls once you recognize the signs of self-doubt slowly creeping into her festures. she gives you a small smile and tries to shake her head to assure you everything’s alright but you aren’t having it

without a second thought about causing a scene ( the shop was almost empty save for a few customers near the back ) you whip around and face the boys,

“seriously, kid? how immature do you have to be to judge someone by their height? what, does it make you feel like less of a man? it’s not like you were one to begin with so i don’t know why you’re complaining, honestly.” you emphasized the last word to mock their last comment, and fix them all a glare,

“she’s out of your league, buddy. turn around and enjoy your drink before i shove it up your-“

— momo hurriedly interrupts, waving one hand and taking yours with the other, giving it a squeeze as if to say “i got it from here, thanks”

“i think they get it! haha...” she starts, but trails off to give them a stern pointed look. “besides, we’ve seen firsthand that poorly-considered comments like those will cease to get anyone very far in life, especially in the hero industry.”

— the group was silent for a moment, processing her words and turning red at the insinuation towards their chances at becoming heroes. eventually, they collectively nodded and muttered their apologies, turning around with ears burning and metaphorical tails between their legs

— you both turn away, glad the situation didn’t escalate further, and you scoff, still clearly irritated by their comments. tch, arrogant middle schoolers... like what the hell? do they even have eyes? momo’s gorgeous!! i should’ve ripped that kid a new one i swear-

momo interrupted your thoughts by squeezing your hand again. you look up at her with a pout and she laughs lightly. “thank you for telling them off, dear. it was- well i guess you could say it was rather heroic of you...?” she giggles

— your irritation morphs into exasperation and you groan, “momoooooo that was baaaad”

“your smile tells me otherwise though, hm?”

“i’m smiling ‘cause you’re cute, not because the pun was enjoyable, duh. which, it was not by the way” you sigh. “but seriously though, are you okay? they were just being dumb kids, your height makes you charming and like, seem more commanding and stuff...” now it’s your turn to blush at how stupid you sounded

— momo gives you a big, genuine smile that spreads warmth throughout your chest. it’s the one that never fails to get your heart all tingly and the butterflies in your stomach all excited, and you can’t help but grin back, as sappy as it sounds

— suddenly feeling a small surge of confidence, momo leans down to give you a soft peck on the forehead before standing straight again. “i’m fine! i promise. i have you to make sure of that, so don’t be too worried now!” she returns.

— as if a light bulb turns on above both your heads, you turn towards the counter to check on the progress of your orders and are relieved to find the cashier woman finally emerging with the drinks

“i’ve got uhhhh caramel boba and a matcha milk slush for momo?”

— you speak up, raising a hand, “that would be for us, thank you so much!” you and momo grab the drinks and some straws, walking out of the shop

“you’re welcome, have a nice day!” the cashier calls

— you both turn back to bid them a good day as well, and momo intertwines your fingers and heads off to the next store. for the rest of the date, you’re a bit more affectionate than usual, albeit, still keeping her bashfulness in mind as you supply your girlfriend a few pecks on the cheek whilst you attempt to help her browse for clothing items. momo, who usually shies away from pda, surprisingly allows you to continue without complaint. i don’t mind much today, she thinks, they deserve the extra love

#ayo tell me how im supposed to End a fic bc i had t r o u b l etrying to figure out a concluding sentence for this #sleepy hcs #a-side-of-fries #momo yaoyorozu x reader #momo yaoyorozu #bnha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia