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Practice On Me — Part Four — Azriel x Reader

Summary: It’s Solstice! Reader decides she should probably be honest with Azriel about some stuff. Things don’t quite go to plan.

Oof. Okay. This could be uncomfortable reading for some. There are some hints and depictions of domestic abuse and also of alcoholism, so if that’s something that might trigger you, please, please do not read this. The last thing I want is for my writing to be harmful to anybody. Read with caution. Take care and put yourself first. Lots of love.

Also, please don’t hate me for this 😭we know I’m a hoe for angst and it wouldn’t be one of my fics if there wasn’t some sprinkled in there lmao.

Word Count: 5k.

Warnings: Depiction of abusive behaviour. Heavy drinking. Some violence.

On a brisk winter morning, when the sun hasn’t yet graced the sky, the last place you wish to be is at the Windhaven crèche, watching over a group of tired, grouchy younglings. Every second thought that passes through your mind is a longing one, lamenting on how desperately you wish to be back in your bed.

But alas, you owe your friend, Vegha, a favour, making you the sole minder of ten restless little girls, all annoyed that their brothers get to join their fathers for training, while they have to stay back and be…girls. A downfall, according to most Illyrian males.

You’re supposed to be watching over them for a couple of hours while Vegha runs an errand. And that time is going very, very slowly.

You’re in the middle of reading a storybook — and, yes, doing all the voices — when the door opens behind you. You feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps Vegha is back earlier than planned, but when you swivel on the child-sized chair you’ve perched yourself on, it’s Azriel who looms in the doorway.

And you…your heart does a silly little thing in your chest.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” He says. “I can wait.”

Your eyebrows flick up in amusement. “Come take a seat, then. It’s story time.”

His lips twitch, and he goes to reach for one of those infant chairs — which you’re not at all sure can handle all his muscle — but this sparks a flurry of complaints from the girls, who all insist that they want to sit with Azriel the most, and within seconds, he’s cross-legged on the floor with the children somehow managing to settle around him without bickering, and they’re all able to command his attention at once.

Happy mediums, and all that.

Your gaze lingers on him as he does all the right things; leaning his head down so he can appear less…huge, while listening with rapt attention to one of the girl’s chattering; steadying another one as they climb over him to get themselves seated; gently telling them all that they have to be quiet if they want to hear the rest of the story. That, of course, achieves immediate near silence.

And thus begins an entire performance of you continuing the tale, and the girls — and Azriel — responding in all the right places. They howl when they’re supposed to make the sound of a wolf, and roar when it’s a mountain cat, and you don’t miss that Azriel helps the tiniest of the girls to remember which animals make what sounds.

Most males in this gods-forsaken place are an intimidating presence to these children, frightening them into silence whenever they’re around, because girls are supposed to be seen and not heard. But Azriel is always gentle, always kind, and they adore him for it.

It’s a combination of all these things that force you to face a truth that’s been rapidly snowballing inside your mind and heart for the past four days — something has changed. Shifted. Has been shifting and changing for a while.

You laid awake for hours that night in the dormitory, listening to Azriel’s breathing as he slept deeply, happily sated from the pleasure you’d given him. Your mind had been too much of a war zone for you to drift off.

Nine years, you’ve called this male your closest friend. Ever since the very first day you’d met him, when a group of males had pushed you to the floor and kicked mud at you, and he’d jumped in and defended you for no other reason than that he’s good to the bone. Nine years, you’ve been by each other’s sides, and it’s been comfortable and familiar and just…right.

But now — now, you think you may have jeopardised that all by going along with Azriel’s request for help. Help with kissing. Touching. Experiencing.

You’ll always want to help him in any way that you can, of course. But you didn’t quite anticipate the predicament you now find yourself in. That you want all of those things and more, not just under the ruse of building your friend’s confidence. You want to explore more with him, feel more with him. You’ve been able to think about nothing else for days.

And it might make you a total wretch, but you want Kaeda to be a distant memory. The thought of Azriel taking what you’ve shown him, shared with him, and putting his all into somebody else…it sours your stomach. Makes you feel sick.

Makes your heart hurt.

And, well, you’re fucked, really.

It’s a kind of hurt that won’t go away on its own. It isn’t avoidable nor ignorable. And so your only option is to confront it, be honest about it. Whatever the outcome may be.

The story comes to an end, and the girls are calmed and sleepy enough that they look ready to curl up on the floor and doze off. Azriel peels himself away from the cluster of clingy children and stands up, strolling over to you.

“Well that was fun.” He comments quietly, taking the book from your hands. “Who knew I was so adept at doing animal impressions?”

“One of your many talents, I suppose.” You smile, drinking in the sight of him. He looks tired this morning. Tired, but beautiful. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

His expression sobers slightly, and he tells you, “We’re leaving this morning. For the training exercise.”

Immediately, your stomach churns. Being away from your friends sets you on edge. Windhaven is a lonely, lonely place to be without the love of Rhys, Cassian and Azriel to warm you. And not even Rhys’s mother is here to make it a little more bearable.

Az immediately recognises the bleakness that passes your face. He steps closer, his hand a gentle brush against yours. “I’ll be back for Solstice.” He reminds you yet again.

“I know.” You attempt to force an easy, breezing smile. “What’s the plan for Solstice, anyway?”

Normally, Rhysand’s mother would cook a meal in the cottage. You wouldn’t be able to attend, given that you’re always stuck at home with your father, but by the time he would pass out drunk, you’d sneak out and make it to the cottage just as the games were starting. Some of your happiest memories are of being curled up on one couch with Az, Rhys and his mother on the other, and Cassian stood in front of you, making a terrible attempt at playing charades.

But it’ll be different this year. With the High Lord keeping a tight leash on his pregnant mate in Velaris, there will be no meal, no charades. You, Azriel and Cassian would most certainly not be welcome at their intimate family celebration.

“Rhys will spend the day in Velaris.” Az tells you. “Cass and I will be getting drunk. There’s a celebration being held at the dormitories in the evening, so I suppose we’ll all end up there.”

You dip your chin. “I’ll come and find you there, then.”

His responding smile is a gentle one; one that says he sees right through you, right through to the panic that’s eating away at you, and he understands.

There’s no way he sees everything that you’re feeling, though. Perhaps that’s a good thing.

Your body goes slightly rigid as he dips down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hand squeezes yours, and then he’s pulling away. “See you on Solstice.”

He bids a quiet goodbye to the dozing girls. It’s as he’s heading for the door that you find yourself stepping after him. “…Az?”

He turns, hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”

“There’s…something I need to talk to you about, when you get back. Something I need to tell you.”

Okay. Shit. You’re really doing this.

Azriel’s eyes rake over you, and then he smiles. “We’ll talk on Solstice.”

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Your head’s not all there today, as you stare out of the window of your father’s forge. Azriel and the others have been gone almost a week, and you’ve spent every one of those days thinking about how you’re going to tell him…whatever it is you’re going to tell him.

You’re not even certain, yourself.

Just that…that things are different. That you know, to begin with, that this was about him and Kaeda — but it’s shifted in your brain at an alarming rate, and now that you’ve shared something so…so meaningful, with him, you’re not sure you can go on acting as though it was all just a favour.

Yeah. That should do it.

And it’s a huge fucking risk, of course. There’s every chance he won’t return the sentiment, and then a giant wedge of unresolved feelings will exist between you.

But you need to — perhaps selfishly — confront this before things between him and Kaeda progress. In case there’s a slight chance that it’ll alter the path it’s heading down.

And you haven’t thought any further than that.

The snow has started again, and you watch the flurries sweep past the window and join the thick layer on the ground. You’ve become so accustomed to the noise of the forge that you hardly notice it anymore — not the constant clanking, nor the heat that the fires swathe the shop in. You used to beg your father to teach you his craft, to allow you to get stuck in and get your hands dirty, but he’s always stubbornly maintained that it’s a male’s job, and that he needs you for the bookkeeping. You’re surprised he trusts you with that.

You breathe a soft sigh, your thoughts once again flitting back to Az. To what he might be doing, thinking, feeling. Whether he misses you as much as you miss him.

But before those thoughts can take a hold of you and sink you deeper into your predicament, the door opens, the bell above it ringing and a gust of cold air momentarily biting you.

It’s rare for females to come to the forge. Very rare, indeed. Which is why, for a second or two, you just stare.

That — and because she’s incredibly beautiful.

Her eyes — the colour of emeralds — sweep the workshop, before landing on you, and she smiles. She has the telltale tanned skin of an Illyrian, but instead of the dark hair that’s so typical around here, hers is red — not orange, not auburn, but blood red. You’ve never seen a shade quite like it.

And if that’s not enough to completely bowl you over, your gaze rakes over her clothing, and you stop, stunned.

Females around here wear homespun dresses of simple brown shades. A few, like yourself, favour basic tunics and breeches. Clothing is just a necessity, not something you lend much thought to.

But this female wears Illyrian leathers. Never, in your life, have you seen females wear Illyrian leathers. It’s simply not a done thing.

But she looks resplendent in them.

They cling to supple curves and accentuate a figure that you don’t think you’d ever be able to achieve with any amount of training. And perhaps the most shocking thing of all — and the most enviable — is the presence of brilliant, beautiful wings at her back. Unclipped. Untouched. Unruined.

How your wings might have one day looked, had your father not destroyed them.

You’re not entirely convinced that an angel hasn’t just stepped into your father’s forge. Or perhaps this is the Mother that everyone worships. Part of you wants to worship her, too, and beg her to bestow upon you her blessings—

You snap yourself out of it before you can fall head-over-heels in love with her. She’s just a customer.

A very, very beautiful customer.

“Good day to you.” She says, approaching the counter. Her voice is like pure music.

You incline your head in greeting. “And to you. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m interested in having some gifts made for my father and brothers. For Solstice.”

Once again, you’re gawking.

Another thing that’s unheard of; females liking their family members enough to have gifts made for them.

You clear your throat, blinking out of your thoughts. “What…what kind of things were you looking for?”

“Personalised daggers.” She answers, and then she grins in a way that makes you want to tell her your life story, and leans closer. “A male can never have too many daggers, right?”

You breathe a laugh. It doesn’t sound natural. “Absolutely.”

“I’ll be needing three. One for my father, and one each for my two brothers. Can that be done in time for Solstice? I can pay extra…”

This female has beauty, leathers, wings, a relationship with her family members, money. She’s magnificent. A few exchanged words, and you’re awed by her.

Who is she? How have you never seen her before?

“It can be done.” You tell her with a flustered smile. “I’ll just need to sit with you and get some details of exactly what you want made, and then my father will get straight to it. I imagine they’ll be ready for collection by Solstice Eve.”

Her eyes light up in a way that reminds you of sunrise. “That’s perfect.”

There’s a second or two where you just…can’t help staring. Her beauty has knocked you speechless.

But once again, you snap yourself out of it and try to retain some semblance of professionalism.

“Can I take your name down?” You say, and clear your throat again. Gods, you hope you’re not blushing. “For the order.”

You grab a piece of parchment and a pen, hoping you’ll remember how the fuck to write.

“It’s Kaeda.” She says, and the pen nearly slips from your hand. “Kaeda Baralas.”

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Solstice morning sweeps in just as abruptly as the fresh onslaught of snow that once again batters the camp.

It’s going to be a rough one. You can feel it in your bones.

You dread it every year, but this year is made even worse by the constant stream of thoughts that have been plaguing you over the last week. About whether telling Az about your feelings is a good idea. Not just because of what it could do to your friendship, but because…

Because you can’t deny that since seeing Kaeda in the flesh, you’re doubting yourself more than ever.

Of course, you can see why Azriel would want her. And why he’d want to be good and experienced for her. And you…you’ve been facilitating that. You’re the practice dummy. Kaeda is the real thing.

At least the chaos of Solstice keeps you busy.

You wake early, and from the noise and foot traffic outside your bedroom window, you know Az’s unit has safely returned from their training exercise. Your relief is short-lived, replaced by the dread of your father hitting the bottle.

Every year is the same. You spend the day trying to focus on your preparation of the huge meal you’re expected to cook, while your father knocks back drink after drink and gradually gets rowdier. You tell yourself that the more he drinks, the better — he��ll fall asleep eventually, and you’ll be out of here.

But then the front door bursts open.

It’s four of your father’s friends who pile into your cramped home, singing at the tops of their voices and reeking of booze. You’re only just able to stop one of them knocking a pot of potatoes off the counter with a careless, wayward wing. They barely acknowledge you, filing through to the sitting room to greet your father. Their voices get louder, and an ache is building behind your eye.

Day bleeds into late afternoon. You try to ignore them, to focus on the task at hand. Cooking is usually enjoyable for you, but with an unwelcome party happening in the next room, you find yourself getting more and more stressed.

By the time your father bustles his way into the kitchen and begins sniffing around the food, you’re close to losing it.

“Isn’t it ready yet?” Your father rudely demands.

You stare out of the kitchen window, at the dwindling light of approaching evening, clenching your jaw. “It is. I’m waiting for your friends to leave.”

“They’ll be eating with us.”

You whirl on the spot. “We don’t have enough food for that.”

“I told you we’d have guests.”

No, he absolutely hadn’t. This is a power play. He does shit like this all the time. Backs you into corners.

“I bought food for two people.” You snap, unable to stop yourself. “Not six.”

Your father’s nostrils flare. You know that look on his face a little too well — the one where his cheeks redden and his eyes turn cold. It’s always, always made your stomach lurch.

He steps closer, and you press your back against the counter, trying your utmost not to look intimidated.

“You’d better rectify that, hadn’t you?” His tone is deceptively gentle. “Be a good girl and find a way to make the food go around six people. You wouldn’t want to ruin Solstice.”

It’s a veiled threat. One you’d be wise not to ignore.

So you stare at him and he stares at you. And when he eventually nods and leaves the room, you turn and try to work out how to make a meal for two a meal for six.

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The mountain of a male beside you jostles your chair so violently that you almost fall out of it.

His hand grabs a roast potato from your plate. He shoves it into his mouth, chews, and grins. “You weren’t going to eat that, were you?”

The entire meal has been like this.

Perhaps it’s your ice-thin temper that has you staring him right in the eye; a thing many Illyrian males consider a great disrespect from females. “Would it matter if I was?”

He swallows and swipes the lone, remaining potato you hadn’t planned to touch. “Not really, no.”

The dinner is usually the only part you enjoy of Solstice. A meal that you spend hours perfecting, of slow-cooked meat and roasted potatoes and a colourful array of different vegetables that are cooked to perfection. It’s the one part of the day where you can just sit and breathe, because even your father doesn’t usually have a bad word to say about the meal you’ve presented.

This one has been pure, unadulterated hell.

To accommodate your unwanted guests, you’ve skimped on your own food, barely affording yourself a couple of mouthfuls. Wine and ale has been spilled across the table, and the conversation around it has only grown more and more uncomfortable — and vile — as the night has worn on. You want nothing more than to get out of here and find your friends, but your father and his cronies show no signs of slowing down.

You sit, staring emptily at the plates, the little remaining morsels of the meal you spent all day cooking. You try to block out the laughter and jeering, the disgusting comments, the blatant disrespect, but it’s all getting to you, riling you up. You’re not sure how long you’ll last without snapping.

Your answer comes when your father looks at you. And he snaps his fucking fingers at the finished plates.

“Clear this up, Y/N.” He says.

You know your father. You know what he can be like, the damage he can do. Your ruined back is evidence enough. And you know the wisest and safest thing is for you to comply and rant about him to your friends later.

But you’re far beyond that point.

You meet his gaze, and your jaw ticks as you shoot back, “Why don’t you clear it up yourself?”

You regret it the second the room falls deathly silent. All the noise is gone in an instant. Every face is looking your way.

But it’s your father’s face you’re concerned with. The expression that tells you you’ve made a grave, grave mistake.

“What was that?” His voice is quiet. Too quiet.

You look away. Wish you could cram the words back down your throat. “Nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing.” The male beside you sneers. “You speak to your father like that, girl? If you were my child, I’d string you up by the remains of those wings you never should have been born with.”

“I’d do a lot worse than that.” Another one remarks, a sickening laugh in his voice.

Throughout it all, your father is staring at you. Saying nothing.

“Did it hurt, anyway? Having them ripped off like that? I bet it did. I hope it did.”

Your final straw is when the pig at your side has the audacity to reach around and touch your back. You tense immediately, and you’re shooting up from your chair, knocking it over as you do.

“Don’t ever lay a finger on me again.” You will your voice to be stronger, firmer, but it won’t comply. You shake as you gather the plates up in your hand. “I’m cleaning this up.”

That’s met with a chorus of laughter, a pelting of comments. You tell yourself to block it out, block it the fuck out, balance as much as you reasonably can in your hands and book it into the kitchen. You dump the plates onto the counter and grip onto the sink basin, trying to draw in deep, slow breaths.

But then there are footsteps behind you. And the kitchen door closes. And you know that’s not good.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes shutter. You release one of those useless breaths before you dare to turn and face your father.

And when you do, his face is…soft. Eyes filled with concern.

But you’re not stupid enough to buy it.

You’re taut as a bowstring as he approaches you, stopping inches away. He drinks in the sight of you, tilting his head. You wait for him to tell you that you look just like your mother — a fact that only contributes to his vitriol. As if it’s your fault that she abandoned him, abandoned both of you.

He thinks it is.

His hand touches your cheek, his thumb sweeping the skin there. You swallow, hoping he can’t feel the way you tremble beneath him.

“What’s gotten into you, my girl?” He asks quietly. “What did I say about not ruining Solstice?”

You swallow. Lower your gaze. “I thought it would just be the two of us.”

“Do I not have the right to invite my friends into my home?”

“I’m just saying that a little bit of warning would have been appreciated. I didn’t spend hours cooking a meal just for your friends to come along and ruin it.”

“Your attitude has become insufferable. Perhaps it’s those three males you’ve been spreading your legs for. Giving you too much of an ego boost.”

You almost want to laugh in his face — laugh at his cluelessness. But your anger wins. Maybe you’re more like him than you ever thought.

“Or perhaps, father,” you snap, “it’s an accumulation of anger and desperation after twenty years of living with a repulsive, sanctimonious—”

He strikes you so hard that for a moment, you’re simply stunned as to why you’re suddenly on the floor. But the thwack of his hit rings in your ears, echoes through the kitchen.

And then the metallic taste of blood is coating the inside of your mouth. It’s streaming down your chin, and you’re not even sure where it’s all coming from, only that it hurts and your eyes are stinging.

Your father stares down at you. And in that moment, you realise that the eeriest thing of all is that he never glares at you. You think you’d prefer that.

He always stares with that emptiness. That icy vacancy. It makes his actions more unpredictable, more dangerous.

He lunges down so suddenly that you flinch, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. Your legs don’t want to comply as he shoves you towards the door.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” He hisses at you, ripping the door open. “Go on. Fuck off, just like your mother did.”

And then he’s shoving you into the snow, a plume of it erupting around you. You hardly notice the cold. You’re too stunned.

Not stunned enough, though, to refrain from biting back at him. Just like a threatened animal would.

“Fuck you.” You sneer, the words contorted by a mouthful of blood that you spit onto the snow. “Fuck you, father.”

The bastard laughs in your face. Just as he’s always laughed in your face. And then he kicks snow at you because he can and steps back into the house.

When the door shuts behind him, you push to your feet. You’re trembling all over. It might be the cold. It might be the shock.

There’s only one person you want to see right now. So you wrap your arms around yourself and head towards the dormitories.

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Halfway through trudging across the camp, your shoes sodden with snow, your lip still bleeding, the emotions begin to hit.

You resent them. You resent feeling anything at all towards the male who is your only blood relative in this hollow, hollow place. The one who took your wings. The one who has tried to keep a firm grasp on the control he has over your life.

But you do feel things. Hurt and rage and humiliation and — bizarrely — betrayal. As if some small slither of hope had followed you from childhood into adulthood — that your father would one day miraculously awaken as a different person. A family member worth holding onto.

He never would.

No, your true family has always been the small, loving group that crams themselves into a cottage across the camp; a place of warmth and welcoming.

Rhysand and Cassian and Azriel. Rhysand’s mother, too. They are your family. They have always cared, since the moment you met them.

It’s for that reason that you persevere with your walk, even though you’re frozen to the bone. You think you might be crying. You’re not too sure anymore. Your friends will make it better. They always make it better.

The dormitories glow in the distance; a welcome sight, for once. You kick through the snow with desperation, and you’re definitely crying, definitely shaking all over, but the sounds of the celebrations coming from inside are a relief. Playful jeering and someone strumming a lute and off-kilter singing.

You push your way through the door. Inside is as crowded as you expect it to be, but you don’t even care. Anywhere is better than at home.

Your eyes — not really taking in much at all — scan the corridors, the common area, looking for any of your three closest friends. You see none of them, but a hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find Vegha there. Her eyes widen immediately at the state of you. You dread to think how bad you look.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” She blurts. “Why are you bleeding?”

“Fell over.” You know how stupid it sounds. “I…I need to find Azriel. Have you seen him?”

“Oh, I think he skulked off to his room a little while ago. Everyone knows he hates big parties like this—”

Perfect. You’ll hole up in his room together and block the rest of the world out. You’re already turning and pushing through people. You’ll apologise to Vegha for your rudeness later. Right now, you just need Azriel’s comfort, his love. The conversation you planned to have with him tonight is now a distant memory, an issue to confront later. You just…just want him. He always makes everything better.

You don’t notice the drink that gets spilled on you, or the disgruntled groups of people you have to shove through. None of that matters. Azriel is your family. He matters.

Finally, you make it to his room. The soft glow of faelights shine beneath the door — an indication he’s inside. You almost sob with relief as you grab the handle and burst in.

Two faces immediately look round at you.

Azriel’s.

Kaeda’s.

Kaeda lies on top of him, hands either side of his head. Her lips are swollen and inches from his. Azriel is palming at her waist, holding her against him. They’re both fully clothed, but…but you get the sense they wouldn’t have been for much longer, had it not been for your interruption.

Azriel drinks in the sight of you, his chest heaving. He blinks. You…you’re rooted to the spot.

And you fucking wince as Kaeda sits up slightly. Az’s hands fall back to his sides.

The beautiful female eyes you, tilting her head. And you want to get out of there, to fucking run, but you can’t do anything but stand and blink as something shatters inside of you.

“The shop hand from the forge.” Kaeda states in surprise, as if it’s ludicrous to consider that you might sometimes venture outside of your father’s workshop. “What happened to your face?”

Azriel is finally springing into action, then, sitting up and scooting out from beneath Kaeda. “Y/N…”

You cannot bear the gentleness of his voice. It may just finish you off.

All of this might. Staying here a second longer might.

So you, for some reason, shake your head and back slowly out of the room. Azriel lurches up, but you’re grabbing hold of the door handle firmly.

“Sorry for interrupting.” Your voice is all wrong and fractured. You quickly shut the door before it can morph into a sob.

You think Azriel might call after you, but it’s probably wishful thinking. You don’t know. Don’t know anything. Don’t know what to do next.

So you simply walk away.

You suppose you’ve taught Azriel everything he needs to know.

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: forest + “I can hear you breathing.” 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

The Sacred Hunt

Curtis Everett x reader

summary: Traditions were sacred. You were always vehement in seeing to that. But you never considered that at some point you may become a core part of one of your people's traditions.

warnings: sliiight dub-con (not really, but just to be sure); chase kink of sorts; arranged relationship (kinda); exp**cit se*ual content; loss of vir-g-i-n-ity;

Author's Note: This is a story of firsts - my first fic written on new laptop and my first time writing something for Curtis! @stargazingfangirl18 you kinda deflowered my Curtis virginity here with your prompt 🤣 I hope the wild mess of it will be a sufficient sacrifice to sate you.

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Smoky scent of bonfires has dispersed into warmed aroma of pine and ferns the further you got into the forest. The wild beat of music and pounding of feet stomping to the rhythm, as people danced in celebration, completely died out. There was only the spooky hoot of owls hidden in the tree nooks.

And the echo of your heart, thundering rapidly in your chest.

You crossed the point of expected escape quite a while ago; stopping only for a second to look at the prepared bedding on the forest floor, before you bolted further.

You shouldn't have done that, you knew. But you couldn't make yourself to simply wait there for the champion to appear in his scary glory and seal your fate.

The Hunt was sacred.

While other seasonal celebrations were approached with variously eager engagement, all the villages in the area went beyond reason to organize this night. To show deepest kind of gratitude to the best hunter of past seasons.

The Hunt happened only once a decade, taking into consideration all of young and older hunters who provided for all the villages throughout the seasons. Elders chose the one most worthy of the title and bountiful benefits.

Each household provided a gift for the Hunter, from a barrel of mead, to a roll of silk.

The greatest prize, however, was a bride.

Each village appointed a female of age, ripe for the taking. It was considered an honor and, to be quite honest, was a position desired by many women.

Any of them could say no; they could decline the offer and wouldn't be forced to participate. They simply never wanted to say no.

You admitted you were one of those women, as well. To be wed to a husband who is strong, hard working and respected; to have your pantry and chests filled with gifts at the start of your married life.

Truly, you gasped in disbelief, then almost jumped in joy, when the elders picked you as one of the betrothed to choose from. Perhaps the honor of being chosen was enough, as it also put additional value to you as a wife for any other men who would be looking for a bride once The Hunter rejected you.

But then, as you stood in a semi circle with few other young women and The Hunter stepped into the light cast by the biggest bonfire, your elation skittered into fear.

The elders chose Curtis.

It shouldn't come as a surprise. He was the one who brought the biggest prey, who showed inhuman endurance during long, freezing winter hunts. He protected your villages from Wilford's raids and got rid of the tyrant permanently.

Yes, Curtis definitely deserved the title and the gratitude.

And a dutiful bride to share a life with him and ease his burdens.

But staring at him as he walked out of the shadows, you felt yourself cowering away. Curtis was big and intimidating. His naked chest bore scars, his corded muscles flexed as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Wolf pelt was thrown over his shoulders, the hollowed head of the animal resting atop Curtis' head, shiny animal teeth glinting right above Curtis' astonishingly blue eyes.

He was a quiet and brooding type, rarely smiling for anyone. You couldn't imagine sharing a warm, soft moment with him.

Though you certainly could imagine a rough and heated communication of bodies...

When Curtis stopped in front of you and offered you his hand, you felt like fleeing that very moment. Yet your trembling fingers slipped into his large hand; your world narrowing to the brutal shades dancing on Curtis' face, as everyone else disappeared from your peripheral vision.

A cup of mead was given to Curtis and he took a sip before lifting it to your lips. Without taking your eyes off of him, you swallowed the thick, sweet drink; felt it's heat fill your veins.

Then you were led to the edge of the clearing where a line of torches and flower garlands were forming an entrance into the woods.

For The Hunt to be complete, The Hunter had to chase his prey and claim victory.

It was mostly a formality nowadays: a joyful chase through the forest, until the couple reaches the prepared spot where they were supposed to consummate their bonding.

You followed the expected motions, running into the woods toward suggested direction. Lush greenery soothed you, for a moment you even felt a spark of excitement.

Then your feet stopped at the edge of the narrow clearing, where linens and pelts and adorning trinkets were splayed. You could imagine yourself there, naked and spread for your future husband. When your mind inserted the image of Curtis - a dark, rough shard in that fair, soft setting - you nearly squeaked.

"Will you lay down, or do you want me to help you?"

You jumped in place at his deep, low timbre resounding unexpectedly right behind you.

You didn't even sense him approach!

Not a snap of a twig, not a rustle of leaves. Not even your own instinct, which you considered to be quite good, warned you of the hunter's approach.

You turned around, nearly bumping your nose right into Curtis' naked chest. He smelled of sandalwood oil and earth.

You forced your eyes upward, meeting his gaze. He wasn't looking at you with anger; rather with curiosity. And a hungry gleam that caused your thighs to clench.

There wasn't a single logical though behind your action, but you simply bolted.

You ran through the woods blindly. Ferns licked the skin of your thighs, as your simple, short white shift lifted up. Moss made your feet slippery, the ground wasn't easing your moves either.

You slowed only for a split of a second, just to catch a breath and decide on direction. You forgot a single heartbeat was enough for a skilled hunter to strike. It was definitely enough for the best of hunters.

"I can hear you breathing."

Curtis' tone held a hint of amusement as he leaned against a tree trunk, opposite of the one you were braced against.

Before you made a single step to ran again, Curtis moved. He was so damn fast! Breath stuttered in your chest as he pinned you against the tree with his heavy mass.

"Was the chase for my benefit, doe?" He asked, tracing a single finger along your cheek.

"I-" you tried to regain steady breathing.

"I enjoyed it," though he didn't smile, somehow you sensed he was genuine, not mocking you. "Though to the mystic depths of the night forest, I'd rather enjoy sweet, moist caverns of my bride."

His other hand squeezed your thigh. Your pupils blew wide as Curtis slid it up, pushing it beneath your shift.

You clenched your legs, your hands landing on Curtis' bared chest. You didn't push him away; the heat seeping from him and the firm structure of his muscles made you pause.

The finger on your cheek disappeared. Curtis brushed the petals on the flower crown adorning your head.

"The other women," he spoke, "they looked excited and in bliss. But you-" he picked a single petal, then traced the delicate pad along your lips and down the column of your neck-

"You looked determined. So sure and ready for your future."

Curtis cocked his head, eyes holding yours as he dipped the petal into the valley of your breasts.

"What changed it?" He asked.

"I-" it was really hard to think of anything when Curtis' hands were touching you.

And he made the contrast between teasing tickle of a petal on your breasts and a massive hand pushing between your thighs maddening.

"I don't know," you sighed, spreading your legs a bit in defeat.

"I think I got a little scared." Your hands moved to Curtis' shoulders, your hold tightening.

"I can be scary." Curtis nodded. "But you have nothing to fear, doe. I will never hurt you."

He paused; his gaze dropping to the petal swaying on the swell of your breast as it rose and fell in quickened breath. Curtis bowed his head slightly, then blew the petal away.

"As long as you don't run from me," he lifted his head, stark blue irises sparking with mischief and lips curling into a wolfish grin.

Then his hand was tearing the top of your shift, exposing your breasts, while his other hand cupped your mound.

Calloused fingers squeezed your breast as Curtis' mouth claimed your lips in a hungry kiss. Oxygen seemed to stop flowing to your brain for a moment, your heart stopping in shock, when you felt the pressure of his power.

Was it how prey felt when a predator sank its teeth into their neck? A freezing shock that melted into surrender for the inevitable.

You tensed like a string, but your body quickly gave in. Lips parting obediently, you allowed Curtis' tongue to tease yours. Your hands pushed at the pelt on his shoulders, yanking the whole cover off of him, so your fingers were finally able to move to the back of his head.

A keen spilled from your throat into Curtis' mouth when a single, thick digit pushed into your core.

Curtis cooed softly, trailing wet kisses along your jaw. His teeth scraped your earlobe, drawing your attention to the sting of it as he rubbed a thumb against your clit.

"We have to sate the hunt, doe," Curtis rasped, pushing another finger in and thrusting them into you quicker.

You scraped at the back of his head, crying out at the intrusion. It was more, so much more, than your small fingers. He reached deeper, too; stretching you and touching spots that seemed to both hurt and be deliriously pleasant.

"A good hunt demands blood." His breathy growl made you shiver.

Curtis pulled his fingers out of you, suddenly; your wetness smeared on your skin when he gripped the back of your thigh.

The world twirled as he laid you down on the forest ground, quickly cutting off splashes of green of the tree crowns with the frame of his huge body hovering above you.

"Please!" You whined, hands clawing at Curtis' sides.

You weren't sure if you were pleading for mercy, or if your own need was so bloodthirsty.

He spread your legs wide, settling himself between them. Your shift was rolled up on your belly, your slick glistening on the thatch of curls around your folds.

Curtis' gaze was focused between your bodies and your own eyes shifted downwards too. You let out a strangled gasp at what you saw.

Curtis was palming his cock - big, like the rest of him. When he rested it over your mount, the tip of it reached almost your bellybutton.

He would be so deep...

Your fingernails pierced his skin as Curtis guided himself into your opening. He was barely in and it already stretched you impossibly.

Then he pushed more of his weight onto you, bracing himself on his forearms on both sides of your head. He looked down at you; drinking in the metamorphosis of grimaces on your beautiful face as he thrust into your virgin cunt.

Your cry echoed through the forest as the merciless slide split you in two. Every second felt like torment that dragged overwhelming pleasure along with the sting.

And he kept on driving in, even when you felt there's not an inch left inside you to fill.

"There you go, doe," Curtis moaned, rocking his hips and pushing his cock deeper and deeper. "That's a good girl. That's it."

When he finally stilled, buried so deep inside it felt nearly uncomfortable, your forehead was dewy with sweat and your thighs were shaking.

You felt so full. Wetter, too. Your arousal mixing with a dab of virginal blood.

"You're mine, doe," Curtis mouthed against your lips, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth.

"Yours," you mewled, feeling your walls fluttering.

Though Curtis didn't seem to mind you scratching his sides, as you tried to tame the tension and need bubbling inside of you, he yanked your hands off of him. He put your hands above your head, gripping your wrists with one of his hands.

And then he started moving.

The pace wasn't fast, but each thrust was rough and forceful, causing your body to jolt. Your untried pussy welcomed each stroke like the first one - resilient to the stretch and loving how Curtis made you take it anyway.

Curtis bent his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. Was it the sucking, or the way his hips shifted and the head of his cock bumped into a special spot, but your knees drew up and your back arched.

You screamed into the night as your first orgasm shook every bone in your body.

Trickle of your juices, pinked with your blood, dripped into the ground beneath you.

A long while later (when your voice grew hoarse and your brain stopped registering anything beyond the feeling of Curtis owning every part of your body), Curtis' cum soiled the forest floor too.

He spilled deep inside, groaning against your lips as his dick twitched. He kept rocking erratically, pushing excess of his cum out of you.

You were a boneless mess when Curtis picked you up a few heartbeats later.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he nestled you against his chest. His scent became headier, earth and musk overpowering the subtle sandalwood.

Curtis carried you back to the abandoned bedding. He laid you down on soft linens and you welcomed the clean, fresh fabrics.

"No rest yet, doe," Curtis rolled you onto your side and settled behind you.

He gripped beneath your knee and pulled your leg outward. He guided his cock between your folds, rubbing the head back and forth over your oversensitive clit.

He caught your hand when you tried patting him away in protest.

"Tradition of The Hunt is sacred," he said. "Evidence of the coupling is necessary for our betrothal to be officially binding."

In the back of your mind, you knew that. There were foggy memories of a hunt ten years earlier; a couple returning in the early morning from the depths of the woods and matrons of the elders going in to check upon the consummation evidence.

But you were sore and exhausted, your brain wasn't working in logical ways. You never imagined how draining sex would be.

And you happened to be chosen by the hunter known for limitless endurance.

"Besides," Curtis pushed into you, "I want you again."

"I will never stop wanting you, doe."

#stargazingfangirl18 #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett imagine #chris evans imagine #the sacred hunt #my writing

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Crossing the Line | Part 3

“So, what’s the plan of attack then, I’m assuming you have a plan?” Clink went the champagne glasses high above the clouds, two best friends flying first class across the country toward Indianapolis airport.

“So, his journalist friend wouldn’t give me much, which y’know what, I have to respect, bro’s before hoes an all that, but she did tell me he was in a band, that if we really wanted to find him and confront him we should at least pay to see him.”

“Find him? I thought you said you’d found him?”

“I narrowed us down to Indianapolis, we could still be in your apartment deafening ourselves and Ms dookie-ditcher with Diddy Kong racing and Starfox theme songs, should be thanking me.” She rolled her eyes before sitting back in her seat “Listen, I got his bands name—”

“Robin I know his bands name, I found that out within an hour, he talks about them non-stop.”

“Okay Mr super-sleuth, and did you do anything with that information?”

“What exactly am I supposed to be—”

“Dude google is your friend, find his next gig? They have a website!” It was a pretty bargain basement website, full of god awful ‘graphics are my passion’ level gifs, transparent images surrounded by fuzzy white pixels that hadn't been cleaned up properly, and transition animations, but it was a website, it had information, dates, photos, how Steve hadn’t found it yet, she didn’t know. Or maybe she did “or were you too busy having a gay meltdown over his videogame discography to go anywhere but youtube?”

“I think you mean spiritual awakening.” Steve took a sip, he still had no idea what either of those two game titles had been, but he wasn’t about to ask and make himself look stupid. He was a slow learner, but he learned.

“No, I mean gay meltdown. Did you look at the bands website?” No, no he did not. He’d caught the name, nestled it into plush cushions in the back of his mind to be perused later, then got lost in something called Gerudo Valley just vibing on his living room floor. The silence was awfully telling. Robin snorted into her glass “good thing I did, sherlock. They have a gig on Tuesday.”

“It’s Sunday, Robin, the hell are we supposed to do in Indy for two days?”

“See if we can hunt him down without having to pay for shitty dive bar gig tickets? Neither of us listen to that genre Steve, I don’t wanna pay to have my eardrums assaulted so you can get rejected by the worlds snobbiest wet cat.”

“He’s not a wet cat!” In all fairness, he could have been a wet cat, Steve didn’t actually know.

“Have you seen his face?”

“…He didn’t show his face in the videos.” So, it wasn’t his fault. Robin finished off her champagne in one large gulp.

“You haven’t even seen his face? Steve… Steven, my sister in Christ, please tell me you didn’t fall for a guy based ENTIRELY on his hands?”

“… Listen—” his voice was nice too!

“Steve!” Thank god they were the only two people in first class.

Part 5

#Crossing The Line #Ficlet #PirateWrites #Steve “The Bi Disaster” Harrington #he's trying his best #Robin Buckley

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gayometer · 1 year

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Hi! Sooo, I was browsing the # of snv/ror x reader and found your blog. - I loved! I was wondering if I could get some headcanons for Gods and Humans w/ a strong personality y/n? Like the idfg y/n, pls. Sorry for my bad english & kisses from Brazil! ^ - ^ [ btw, could you please tag me if you do? My Tumblr aren't showing me notifications those days T v T ]

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POSEIDON who tries his best to not show his frustration, how dare a mere human like you be so casual about him? It takes him a while to understand it's not disrespect it's friendship and you just have a strong personality, tough love if you will.

HADES who sees so many similarities between you two yet so many differences, you're not mean you can be pretty caring. But the way you so casually talk and even slap gods is amusing to him.

ADAMAS who tried to be all angry and grumpy with you but ended up being the biggest puppy. He comes to you when Hades isn't available, he doesn't know what it is but you kinda remind him of his big brother.

ZEUS who pokes fun at you just cause he knows you won't do anything, he doesn't try to "break" your facade and annoys you the same way he does Odin....by making you babysit him and essentially give him scary dog privileges.

APHRODITE who tries to get any reaction out of you, she isn't used to someone looking at her and not at least smiling.

HERMES who pokes you just for fun, he says it's to get a reaction out of you but we all know he does it for the funsies.

HERACLES who rants to you about anything that comes to his mind, he likes your strong personality and how you so casually talk to him, it's a breathe of fresh air.

ARES who started off with seeing you as a disrespecting mortal to then come to the conclusion that you're a glorified babysitter taking care of beings much older then yourself, including him.

LOKI who bugs you on a daily to try and get a reaction out of you, he obviously fails miserably but at least give him points for effort. He hasn't had this much trouble with a mortal since Jack bamboozled him about tea.

THOR who doesn't pay much attention to you, he doesn't mind your "attitude", high chance it's Forseti causing more noise about respect then Thor himself.

ODIN who much like Thor doesn't mind all that much about hoe indifferent you are however, unlike Thor he has limits. His crows are still the ones causing way too much noise about respect and shit, but if he does eventually get bothered by the "disrespect" he'll just get up and leave. He's not a child and can leave places if he feels like it, so shut up you two bird brains.

SHIVA who can and will make you join him and Rudra dance. He also tries to break your facade but that doesn't work. Shiva is pretty chill about most things but is still slightly irked that you have absolutely no reaction to being face to face with a god that uses the earth as his animal crossing island.

BUDDHA who just vibes under a tree with you, you both don't talk and just enjoy being close to each other.

ZERO who is basically your unofficial child, he's the only one who can make you break away from the tough love and "indifference" just by being himself.

BEELZEBUB who tries to keep his distance from you since he's afraid he'll get attached. He doesn't hate you, he just doesn't want to kill his new friend.

SASAKI who's normal cheery and laid-back attitude made you gravitate to him. His grandpa vibes give you more then enough comfort.

QIN who is adamant in making you his friend, no you can't escape him and the power of friendship shall be blasted upon thou.

ADAM who has the same nature and therefore doesn't mind, you're his child and that's that.

TESLA who took your silence as the greenlight to go on a rant about science and his latest inventions, you two have an odd friendship, he rants and you listen.

LU BU who normally wouldn't go out of his way to befriend some, but he hasn't had someone who doesn't run or worship him immediately in a while. Can you fight? Cause he wants to fight you.

RAIDEN who takes his time to stare at you, he yaps your ear off but he's also staring at you without blinking to make sure you don't "make a cute face" without him seeing....apparently it's not fair Thrud can see you crack a smile or giggle.

JACK who would normally stick to himself will try to socialize with you, he ended up enjoying you silent company and is one of the few who managed to get a smile and full sentence out of you.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

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readers-cup-of-tea · 2 years

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When They realize they love you.

Showcases Harry, Draco, Ron, Neville, Luna, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Severus, and Tom.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pronouns: gender neutral

TW: Some light cursing(??) mentions of getting injured.

When they realized they loved you

Harry Potter

After a quidditch game, Harry is one of the best seekers Hogwarts had ever seen, so naturally he’d win the end game of the year! As he caught the Golden snitch everyone around him erupted in chaos as people cheered and screamed.

The Gryffindor team immediately lowered their brooms to the ground as victory seeped in.

An hour later Harry made his way to the common room, as he entered his dorm there was a breakout of praise and song as they basked in another year of glory.

Harry made his way over to you, Ron, and Hermione. But was pushed back when you ran at him full speed and roped him into a hug.

As he hugged you back a blush blossomed onto his cheeks.

He could definitely get used to that.

Draco Malfoy

During a late night talk, It was nearing 3 Am and you and Draco laid on his bed, You’d been up for ages it seemed as the two of you talked about nothing in particular.

The topic had landed on your alls grades as you vented about hoe Snape had failed you on the last quiz,

“I just don’t understand how you can do so well in his class! It’s impossible” You exclaimed.

“Oh Y/n, don’t you know? I’m too good to fail.” He smirked at you.

You stared at each other for a second before you burst into a fit of laughter,

As Draco stared at your laughing face his heart skipped a beat.

Even if life wasn’t great sometimes, you really made it better.

Ron Weasley

When he’s jealous, A burning feeling blazed in his chest as he saw Hermione and Krum at the dance. How dare she! After all he and Harry had done for her? And she goes and makes friends with the enemy?

He huffed himself further into his seat as Harry left him to go get some punch.

A shadow loomed over him, making him look up, Staring into the face of Y/n.

“Hey Ron, Are you doing alright?” You said, taking a seat where Harry had been.

“Yeah, I’m fine- This night has turned out to be right bollocks though.” He crossed his arms further.

“Well…I already talked to Harry and he said that it’d be okay if we wanted to get out of here.”

Ron quickly looked over towards you, “Get out of here? Yeah, cmon, let's do it.”

He led you out of the dining hall and outside into the courtyard, As you two stood under the moonlight, Ron only had one thought.

He had never seen someone more beautiful than you in his life.

Neville Longbottom

While hanging out in the greenhouses, “And this one is called a venomous tentacula- It’s something used in potions quite frequently, but very dangerous. So please be careful!”

Neville went through each of the plants, telling you what they did and how they grew, as he ranted to you, he looked up to see you staring at him lovingly.

He stuttered his way through the next three plants as he blushed harder than a Weasley.

He never realized before how nicely your eyes lit up when he started to speak, well, he could get used to that.

Luna Lovegood

Patching her up after she got hurt, Most thestrals were loving creatures, honestly! But like any other animal, they did get hostile.

Luna just so happened to catch one of the thestrals while they were in a bad mood.

You rushed to the Ravenclaw common room as soon as you heard what had happened.

Answering the riddle, you entered the dorm, looking around for Luna.

“Oh hello, Y/n” Luna smiled serenely from one of the navy couches.

“Luna! Oh, are you okay? I heard you got quite the nasty scratch from a thestral.

“Hmm? Oh, yes I did.” She showed you a red mark on her forearm.

Pulling gauze out of your bag, you sat down next to her and gently grabbed her arm and started to patch her up.

Looking at you while you worked your magic made her feel a sense of calm, how strange.

Hermione Granger

Helping you with homework, The two of you had been in the library for hours now as Hermione tried and failed to help you wrap your head around a spell for charms class

As Hermione pointed towards one of the many books she had gathered she showed you the motions to mimic.

”Ok, Y/n, Now you try.”

As you moved your wand a blue luminance came out, you had finally done it!

“Yes! You did it!” Hermione cheered before quieting down with an embarrassed look.

The smile you gave her was as bright as the morning sun in Hermione's eyes.

Why is her heart beating so fast now?

Remus Lupin (young)

Chilling by the Black Lake, You laid in the soft grass as the sun started to set, you had been reading a muggle story to Remus as he laid his head in your lap.

“And they all lived happily ever after, The End.” You slipped the book closed and looked down at him.

“So, whaddya think?”

Remus smiled up at you, “I loved it. Your voice is so soothing to listen to.”

You blushed and looked away, “Only because I have such a good listener.”

Now it was his turn to smile as you looked on smugly.

He all the sudden shifted and tackled you onto the ground, You laughed as you playfully fought against him.

Remus had never felt so…peaceful in his life.

Sirius Black (Young)

Helping him pull a prank, “hahah! I cannot believe James let us use the cloak! Oh this is gonna be amazing!” Sirius whispered to you as he hid you both under the invisibility cloak.

You giggled along with him as you two played out your plan, to finally prank Remus!

“Alright here's the plan, we sneak up behind him, you cast Rictumsempra (tickling charm), and then I'll tackle him from behind! It’s genius!”

As you sneaked up on Remus you silently cast the spell, The werewolf started to laugh and dropped the book he was reading,

Sirius sprang out of the cloak and pulled Remus down to the ground.

“You win! You win!” Remus laughed as Sirius started to roughhouse him.

“Whoo! 50 points to Sirius!” Sirius raised both arms into the air as you revealed yourself from the cloak.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as Sirius celebrated with you.

He never wanted this to end.

Severus Snape (young)

Stopping Potter and his gang from bullying him, “Snivellus! You can’t hide from us forever!” James called out as he and the marauders stalked towards Severus.

“Not today Potter! Leave me alone!” Severus yelled back as he tried to get away from the other boys.

“Hey Potter! Didn’t you hear him!? Leave him alone you insufferable twat!” You fumed at james and his friends.

Severus stared at you in awe as James sheepishly apologized to you before shooting him a nasty glare.

You turned towards him and asked if he was okay, he just nodded.

“Cmon Sev, Let’s go and get something to drink, yeah?”

“Okay, yeah.”

You led him to the Hogwarts kitchens and had the house elves prepare them tea.

As you talked to him and made him laugh he could forget Potter and his friends.

Tom Riddle

When It’s the last day of school, The train would be here any second now, another year at Hogwarts over, another summer back at Wools.

His bitter thoughts lessened when you walked up to him, “Hey Tom.” You said softly.

“Hello.”

“I hope you enjoy your summer, I’ll admit I’m gonna miss you.” You nudged his shoulder.

He looked at you, “Oh please, L/n, Don’t get all sappy on me now. He brushed you off but paused when he heard a sniffle.

Watery eyes looked at him, You really did care for him, didn’t you?

Without another word he pulled you into an embrace, It was just for the summer, He wasn’t leaving you just yet.

But under all his biting remarks and thoughts, Tom really was going to miss you.

Thank you so much for reading! If you want to see more then my requests are open!

Ao3: JanusAndHyde

#Harry Potter #harry potter x reader #draco x reader #ron x reader #neville x reader #luna x reader #hermione x reader #remus x reader #sirius x reader #severus x reader #tom riddle x reader #xreader #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon

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fandonnavyce · 2 months

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Danny Phantom Side Hoes Week 2024

March 7: Dani Phantom, self defense

Down by the Beach AO3 Link Danny Phantom x The Owl House

“That’s an amazing sandcastle.”

Collector whirled round, stunned to find that someone had managed to sneak up on him. It was a white haired girl who felt as human as much as she felt of death and power.

“Do you wanna play hide and go seek with me? I bet we’d have so much fun!” Collector blurted out starry eyed.

Fortunately, the white haired girl didn’t look fazed at all at the sudden fervent invitation.

“Yeah sure, you’re it!” she grinned widely. “Don’t forget to count to 100!” Then she zipped away, soaring into the air, her legs now a ghostly tail trailing behind her. The Collector blinked before giggling. He closed his eyes and started counting.

“98, 99, 100! Ready or not, here I come!” The Collector opened his eyes. Of course the beach was empty when Collector gave a quick scan of the immediate area. Then he levitated into the air to get that sweet bird’s eye view. He couldn’t find anything in the Electromagnetic Spectrum for miles around. He switched over to heat vision and then x-ray. But still nada.

“Oh, she is good!” the Collector praised as he soared through the sky on his flying starboard.

“I FOUND YOU!”

“But now you gotta tag me”

…

“No fair, the ocean is so cold!”

“Oh you think this is cold? I’ll show you cold.”

…

“I call hacks!”

“What for?”

“Animating your sandcastle into a walking fortress is totally unfair.”

“I don’t want to hear that after you froze the ocean. With ME INSIDE IT!”

...

“Listen, you can hear the ocean's roar inside,” frog crouching down next to a tide pool, Dani cupped a beautiful exotic conch shell to her ear. Hovering cross-legged beside her, Collector mimed turning a hand crank; amplifying the echoing sound so that he could hear it too.

“I’m gonna add this to my collection,” Dani declared whilst admiring the shell, it glimmered a fierce red and spooky silver.

“You have a Collection?” the Collector asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I‘ve got all kinds of cool rocks and souvenirs from all over the realms. Do you want to see it?”

“Yeah, totally, of course.”

“I mean it’s back at my place, but you can come over.”

“I can?” the Collector’s voice cracked.

“Obvsi,” Dani teased in a ‘duh’ voice, “we’re friends”

“AWESOME!” the Collector yelled giddily into the bright blue sky. This was the first time in his entire existence he had been invited over to a friend’s home. “Whatcha doin’?”

Dani was currently holding some kind of hand device. It looked really funny. It was slab with buttons and a screen.

“I’m calling for a portal pickup” Dani explained.

“With that?! But what is it?”

Dani blinked in surprise, “It’s a long distance communication device called a mobile phone.”

“What, like a crow phone?” Collector cocked his head in curiosity.

Dani squints, “Maybe?” she draws out, “what’s a crow phone?”

“It’s a long distance communication device but it’s shaped like crow”

Dani shrugs, “then probably”, she looks back at her phone. “Hmm a portal should appear any second now.”

Just as she said that, Collector felt his ears pop as reality suddenly burst, like a pin in a helium balloon. Suddenly, a green swirly portal formed in front of him.

“That’s actually really cool,” Collector admits.

“Yeah c’mon,” Dani led the way through the portal.

Collector eyes widened at the Palace of Death, Ice, and Celestial Beauty floating before him, imposing and haunting against a backdrop of abyssal Cosmic Space.

“You live here?! Are you a princess? Where’s your tiara?” Collector asked, rapid fire.

“I’m not wearing it, yes I am, yes I do.”

The Collector looked around, his head on a swivel. “This place is so cool!”

Dani looked over at the Collector’s star themed outfit, “Yeah I had feeling you might like it,” she smiled. She flew up to her bedroom’s window, up in her tower, with the Collector following behind her as they entered in.

Taking up one entire wall, were shelves of her collections and souvenirs from her travels across the realms and Dani gleefully showed it off.

BANG!

The door to Dani’s bedroom slammed open and Dan was standing there in all his asshole glory. Dan looked down with all his stupid height at the two little kids in the room who looked back up at him.

Dani glared up at her brother’s intrusion. W̴̡̛͍͚̳͊͌H̶̦͑A̸͎̩͇͂̓T̷̞̻͖̜͑̾̉͝?̶͚̩̍̆͊!̸̳̱̐̓ ̷̞͙̀ (leave-get-out-get-out) (anger- confusion-disdain) she silently scowled in ghost-speak.

BANG!

Gone, Dan slammed the door behind him. There was a moment of confusion and surprise. Then heard hollered throughout the Palace,

“DANI HAS A BOY IN HER BEDROOM!!!”

Dani’s face was aghast. The Collector’s was bewildered. They could hear the building thunder of a stampeding herd of wildebeests.

BANG!

“Oh look, Dani brought her first friend over,” cooed Jazz.

Danny firmly denied the sight in front of him. “No! No! You’re too young to be bringing boys over!”

“Oooh who gets to do the shovel talk?” Dan cackled.

“Sam” “Sam” “Me” Tucker, Jazz, and Sam said together.

“What about me?! I’m the Ghost King! I’m her Father!”

“Yeah,” Tucker acknowledges, “but Sam’s the scariest.”

“Excuse you, I’m right here,” Dan protested.

Sam rolled her eyes, “Yeah but you’re not gonna bother.”

“... nah you’re right,” Dan shrugged.

“No wait, hang on, I can too be scary. I can be very scary.”

“Danny, you have multiple times needed either Sam or I to correct your order when you receive the wrong one,” Jazz pointed out.

“OK!” Danny blustered. “This and that are two different things!”

“Sorry bro, just take the L. You’ve been outvoted.” Tucker rested a commiserating hand on Danny’s morose shoulder.

“Anyway” Jazz cheered, “it’s very nice to meet you…”

“The Collector” the boy introduced himself feeling shy all of sudden.

“It’s very nice to meet you, the Collector. Nevermind the noise, you’ll always be welcome here.”

“I’m glad to be here,” Collector sheepishly replied.

“ALRIGHT,” Dani started yelling, “OUT, OUT”, she shouted as she pushed her family out of her bedroom. “I’m so sorry,” Dani apologised to the bemused-looking Collector, “my family is so embarrassing,”

“You better keep the door open!”

“DANNY!”

@lexosaurus

#dp side hoes week 2024 #crossover danuary 2024 #danny phantom #dani phantom #the owl house #the collecter toh

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easybrainrot34 · 8 months

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Hot takes Haikyuu characters would have

These r silly ones that arnt too deep. I just think these r some "hot takes" these boys would have that would turn into hour long convos.

"If people diet shame you, like if u eat meat or r a vegetarian, r the biggest assholes. If I see one of u in the wild I'm going to throw baby carrots at you!!Let people eat what they wanna fuck wad!"

- Bokuto, Karoo, Daichi (this man will go into the "what do u want for people to do have an eating issuer??!!" part of it) Yamaguchi, Tendou, Tanaka (hello gym owner, personal trainer, man would go HARD)

"Y does anyone care about body count? Like y would it matter how many people someone has slept with before you?? It gets concerning only if it's like 15 20+ in a month bc.. like r u ok? Or like STD reasons but like ur an adult chances r uve has sex with more then one person. ALSO if ur keeping count of the number of people u've slept with and it's more then 10 y r u keeping count....that is such a frat boy hoe move"

- Ushijima, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Tanaka, Kuroo, Kiyoko, Saeko, kageyama, Meian, Atsumu (haikyuus resident fanon slut) Suna

“Why can't woman have hobbies without getting shit for it? Like if she likes sports she's a pick me, if she likes kpop she's weird, if she likes gaming she's just doing it for guys but if it's sims or animal crossing she's a fake gamer, matter of fact y can't they like certain artist without men quizzing them like they gotta know every fuckin detail about them?! Y do we as men think we gotta only have stuff and anyone else who likes it is fake??"

- Kenma, Suna, Tanaka (hes for the girls 💅🏻) Henita (protective older brother mode) Akaashi, Kiyoko, Yachi, Saeko (this will turn into a 45 min rant)

“Rich out of touch people need to stay in their own lane. Don’t try to act like ur “just a regular average Joe.” Their is nothing wrong with being famous or rich but it isn’t a relatable for an average middle class person and it just comes off as fake or patronizing.”

- Kenma (I feel like bc he is an influencer he has this opinion strongly) Kuroo, Meian, Atsumu, Osamu, Tanaka (again bc I feel like he gets his fair share of athletes) Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Hinata (i feel like he doesn’t take any of the success he has for granted)

“A man recognizing that another man is handsome shouldn’t be automatically considered them to possibly be gay. Why is it that if a man is comfortable in their sexuality it is seen as something praisable? Like if a woman do it it’s normal but if a man does it everyone is assuming they r gay. Like no we can be comfortable enough in our sexuality to be able to show this. Like it’s seen as not masculine and that is just silly. I can’t show emotion beside happiness or rage without being considered “feminine” ?? How dumb.”

- Atsumu, Bokuto, Kuroo, (i feel like both get passionate about this, because people questioned their sexuality/relationship in high school) yamaguchi, Hinata, Nishinoya, Asahi, Kenma

Let me know if I should do a part 2 bc I could keep going but I literally almost ran out of hashtag room lol

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scarlettjulz · 5 months

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I know for a fact, that Leona is a Coral Island bitch, and Malleus a Stardew Valley hoe, but they both enjoy Animal Crossing

#twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #Count me on as the coral island bitch too #That game is beautiful

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giggly-squiggily · 11 months

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Putting The "Ho" in Hokage (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Happy Sunday everyone! My mental health has taken a bit of a nosedive due to some IRL chaos and anxiety, so I’m feeling a bit down 😅 And when that happens- I turn to goofy fics and scenarios as my coping mechanism! :D

I saw this TikTok recently- the ending in particular inspired this fic :3 I hope y’all like it!

CW: Suggestive jokes

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13

Summary: With some difficulty, Isagi attempts to explain Naruto to Chigiri.

“Habata itara modoranai to ittta”

Isagi never perked up faster in his life. Eyes widening, he listened to the familiar opening through muted earbuds, tracking the sound until he found the source. “No way…”

“Hm?” Chigiri, who was busy stretching after a long run, peeked through his hair.

“That’s Blue Bird! Ikimono-gakari!” Isagi was practically bouncing in his shoes, eyes bright and smiling huge. “Oh my god, that opening was so good!”

“Oh, yeah- definitely.” Chigiri gave a small smile, pulling out an earbud to fully engage with the other. “I really loved that part.”

“Right? Ugh, that opening with the little bird, and the flashbacks playing across the screen just before the music kicks in!” Isagi sighed, momentarily lost as he replayed the mental reel again and again in his head. “I get chills thinking about that part where it shows both Naruto and Sasuke parallel to one another. What a journey they’ve been through!”

“Oh definitely. They really had trials to cross.” Chigiri carried on smiling, his expression a bit stiff. “So many great moments.”

“Right?....You good?” Isagi blinked, suddenly aware of the other’s body language. “I’m interrupting your workout, aren’t I?”

“Well- yeah, but you’re fine. I don’t mind it.” Chigiri shrugged, still seeming rather awkward. “What were you saying about Sock-say?”

“Sock-say?” Isagi blinked. Chigiri’s face turned blank.

“You haven’t watched Naruto, have you?”

“Not a single episode.” Chigiri confessed, cheeks reddening some. Isagi fell backwards against the mats in defeat. “I’ve heard of it- just never got into it. My sister likes it though; the song was on her playlist for a long time.”

“Your sister’s got good taste.” Isagi groaned, hiding his face in his hands. How embarrassing- he just geeked out in front of Chigiri; about an anime he didn’t even watch no less! “Sorry- I’m embarrassed.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not like you’ve never geeked out over anime before.” Chigiri shuffled over, poking his leg some. “You were just raving about that one show the other day to the guys- what was it called? Bingo Stage Dogs?”

“Bungo Stray Dogs! Oh my gahad!” Isagi laughed, finding the redhead’s misguided names endearing. “Do you even watch anime, Chi?”

“Eh. I’m more of a manga reader.” Chigiri poked him again, slowly moving up the side of his thigh. “I get through the series faster that way. Tell me more- who’s the blonde guy? The one who’s always yelling and stuff.”

“That’s nahahharuto! He’s the mahahahain charhahaharacter!” Isagi tried to sound normal, but Chigiri was poking along his leg, each jab more ticklish than the last. “It’s naahahahmed after hihihihihim! He wahhahant’s to be hohohoh-OHOOHokahahahage!”

“Ho-kage? Is that like the show’s version of OnlyFans?” Chigiri prodded his hip, making Isagi squeak. “Why would he want to be a hoe? Is that why the other guy’s always shirtless? Is he trying to be the next big Ho-Kage?”

“Ghehahahahahahhaa, Chhuihihihihiihhigirihihihi nohohoohohohoho!” Isagi cackled, both from the questions and the tickling. He felt like he was explaining anime to his parents. It was weirdly fun. “Hehehhehehehe’s like the bohohohohohoohohss!”

“Ah, so he’s like a pimp?” Chigiri giggled as he moved a hand up to Isagi’s waist, pressing in gently and earning a proper squeal. “What kind of show is this?”

“Nohoohohohohohohoho! Pfft- geahhahahhahahhaa yohohohohou’re doohohohoing this on puhuhuhuhuhuhurpphohoohohoose!” Isagi accused, arching with a cackle when two hands found his waist, pressing along the spot just below his lower ribs.

“The tickling or the questions? Cause the answer is yes.” Chigiri smirked, skittering his nails along the Blue Lock suit. “I know some things- I just like messing with you.”

“Triihihiiihihihihckstehhehehehhheheer!” Isagi declared, trying to scoot away as Chigiri moved up to the center of his ribs, one hand lightly clawing while the other prodded and poked. “Noohoohohohoht the rihihihihihihiihbs!”

“Is that a thing in the show? Oh- you know what? I watched one episode with my sister. The guy with the long hair- he did this.” Chigiri began to rapidly poke and prod Isagi’s torso at an incredible speed, earning a loud shriek of laughter. “He called it something with triangles. I think he was just tickling his opponent.”

“CHIHIHIHIHIHIIHGIHIHIHIIHHIIRI!” Isagi howled, cheeks bright red and eyes misty with mirth. It didn’t help that a lot of the “Triangle pokes of death” were focused on his lower ribs, a spot that made his whole body feel like it was being electrocuted. “PLEAHHAHAHAHAHHASE!”

“Please what?” Chigiri asked, still tapping away. “We haven’t reached 80 pokes yet.”

“SIHIHIHIHIHIXTY-FOHOOHOHOHOHOHUR!”

“You want me to poke you 64 more times?” Chigiri blinked, amazed. “Wow- you really like being tickled, huh?”

“GEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!” Seeing there weren't many options of escape, Isagi did the first thing that came to mind. Wrapping his legs around Chigiri’s waist, he pulled on every ounce of core strength within him to twist. The redhead yelped as he was suddenly flipped over, pinned to the mat with Isagi looming high above him. “Gohoohoohtcha!”

“Oh- is this the part where you do hand signs?” Chigiri brought his hands together, linking his thumbs and flapping his hands. “Hehe, look a bird.”

“Oh, I don’t need hand signs for this! TICKLE NO JUTSU!” Isagi grabbed Chigiri’s sides, pressing in as he effectively tickled the redhead to tears.

That day- Chigiri learned quite a bit about Naruto.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #isagi yoichi #Chigiri Hyoma #boys being boys #dumb jokes and antics #Chigiri doesn’t know much about anime #we love him for it #suggestive jokes #fluff for the soul #humor is my coping mechanism

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fangirlingpuggle · 2 years

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Another very dumb Isekai anime idea where person gets transported into the place of the hero in big RPG game... and so the hero in that game gets displaced and transported to a game like harvest moon/story of seasons or animal crossing just happy chill game.

And the hero is freaking out, they don’t know what’s happened they’re meant to save the world it’s what they’ve spent their life training for it’s their destiny they need to get out of here.

Just a series of them trying to escape their happy village, only they can’t leave cause of the bounds of the game and they don’t have any weapons or magic all they’ve got is a hoe and watering can.

Just shenanigans of the hero trying to escape and slowly relaxing making friends and becoming more of their own person and not just the hero role they’ve been training for their entire life.

Also them getting very protective of their farm and into farming

Hero *Charging at crows with hoe*: FOWL BEASTS YOU SHALL NOT PILLAGE MY STRAWBERRIES AGAIN!

Also them ready to destroy the world if anything happens to their animals

...sorry if this makes no sense I am very tired.

#isekai anime #isekai idea #anime idea #anime concept #humor #dumb idea #i am just amusing myself at this point

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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little character design notes I made myself!! sometimes when I draw some guys enough I have to start codifying why and how I draw certain things for myself to help streamline the process some

(alt text/image IDs/transcripts under the readmore!)

[Image description: A character design chart of all the Bugsnax characters. In the top row, left to right, is Filbo, Wambus, Triffany, Wiggle (with a detail shot of her head in profile), Gramble (with a detail shot of the back of his hat), Beffica (with a detail shot of her head in profile) and Cromdo (with a detail shot of his head in profile). In the bottom row, left to right, is Lizbert (with a detail shot of her head in profile), Eggabell, Shelda, Snorpy, Chandlo (with a detail shot of his head in profile), Floofty, and The Journalist. Each subsequent image includes each individual character illustration with notes on the design. In order:

Fibo! - the platonic ideal of a Grumpus - capsule body, noodle limbs - paws more handlike - cheeks can bulge out to make look younger / cheerier but otherwise little visible "neck"

Wiggle - small but visible muzzle, but nose sits "in front" - head wider on top, exaggerate "neck" cinch slightly so boa doesn't entirely cover - "cinched waist" to better imply constant hip movement - glasses arms only when they don't block eyes (prioritize readability) - she :3

LIZ - less cartoony than others, more "animal-y" - feet-paws small, esp. compared to hand-paws - "chin" can overlap scarf, which deliniates neck - more obvious brows - square muzzle & head (esp. profile)

SNORPY - like 80% leg - slight cheek bulge for expressions, but otherwise head goes straight into body - large feet compared to legs - cut off apron just before end of torso - nose can overlap upper lip - hair styled like Floofty, but short & mostly under hat - glasses & magnifiers secondary to eye readability

WAMBUS. - ref. face more off journal art (ie. tired eyes) than ingame model - thick build with more obvious delineation at neck and joints - I don't think I've ever been satisfied with a sketch of him where he's not holding a hoe

GRaMBle - extremely obvious round bulged cheeks - quick cross-hatch as shorthand for both argyle & knit texture - sweater hides divide of tum & legs at most angles - thick legs, big pawb - hat eyes nearly the size as Gramble's eyes - anxiety

Eggabell - literally just slap a face on an egg - seriously I just slap some pretty standard limbs on a whole egg - a touch of world-weariness in the face does help

CHANDLO! - body is a slightly chunky Dorito - wide stance w/ short legs, like a bulldog - squared muzzle, but rounder sloped head (compare Liz, Beff) - hat always at a slight angle, never 100% straight & level

TRiFFANY - very round, friendly facial features, cheeks - built THICC - make sure brim of hat only covers eyes in extreme poses/angles

Beffica - prominent, rounded muzzle w/ smaller tusks (compare Liz, Chandlo) - round torso, tum protrudes over where legs & torso meet - thick limbs, only slight delineation of joints - locket divides head & torso, little visible neck

SHELDA - same overall structure as Wiggle, but less dramatic & more drawn - extremely visible joints - facial features should all be "wobbly"; visible wrinkles - man I dunno how the necklace works just slap on eyes and teeth till it looks right tbh

FLOOFTY. - stout body & limbs, freakishly long arms - nose can overlap lip, but not as much as Snorpy - hair parts off-center (left) & gathers most at right - teeth more prominent than Snorpy's - soft, but threatening - Jumba Jookiba energy

CROMDO - man IDK how DO you draw this man??? - more based on in-game model than others - wedge-shaped; top-heavy w/ tapered torso and limbs - cartoon nose heavily subj. to Perspective Shenanigans - try to keep tusks from blocking view of eyes

The Journalist ("BUDDY") - more generic Filbo (slightly taller) - chronic Mike Wazowski syndrome - accessories (wristbands, backpack, camera) to provide recognizability

#Anonymous Puzzler art #bugsnax #Everyone Is Here !

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ppnuggie · 2 years

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　　『　gender neutral human reader + g1 decepticons 』

　　— 004

　　— back at it again with more memes of my story ;) once again even more on off with the pov and pronoun switches of them and you !! also we get to meet the stunticons in this and mother soundwave <3

　　＜　one , two , three , five ＞

newly adopted, (y/n) stared around at the small cult circle of cassettes around them. they suspiciously eyed at the cassettes, waiting for them to say anything or make a move. though soundwave, your new guardian, had warned them. he specifically said not to harm them or be mean to them. it was like he was their dad and they were his 20-30 year old kids who lived in the basement, or well, in this special case, they lived in his boobies.

kinda sus if youre honest, but hey, who wouldnt want to live in boobs? they all looked at you as though you were a big glob on the ground that came from the sky. you weren't exactly sure how to feel with that.

"it moved!" a purple bot gasped, pointing at you. a scoff came from you, rolling your eyes, "of course i moved you idiot, im not some lifeless animal." you growled. "strange," the cat like minicon spoke up, "why has soundwave taken you in?" he narrowed his optics at you, circling your form with his tail swishing around behind him.

"because," frenzy spoke up, "i asked soundwave to!" that caused the attention of the other minicons that were once staring at you to divert towards frenzy. "why would ya do that exactly?" the purple minicon asked, raising a optic ridge at his twin. "because!" frenzy put his servos on his hips, "they're fun to mess with! come on, rumble, its an excuse to cause trouble, take squishy with us, and blame it all on them. its the perfect plan!" frenzy exclaimed, rubbing his servos together like a villain with the worst evil plan ever in existence. its like the time plankton ran out of ideas to take the secret formula, and decided to do the dumbest thing ever.

'rumble' had put his servo on his chin, deep in thought before nodding along. "yer right! we can do that!" he turned back towards you, before approaching and grabbing your upper arm roughly. "come on squishy! we got some stuff to do!" he dragged you towards where frenzy was at by the door. a sigh came from you, shaking your head before you started to limp after them so they wouldnt drag you.

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the twins snickered to themselves, well, more like howling like hyenas with their loud ass laughs. the plan as of right now was to prank starscream, whoever that was. all you had been told was that he was a loud guy who didnt shut the hell up. kind of reminded you of a guy back at work, dumbass hoe who didnt know how to use the coffee machine and complained whenever he was given actual work to do. god he gave you a headache.

the twins grabbed you and ran to hide behind a surface, loud footsteps approaching where they were before. following the footsteps came a loud scream, the twins hooting and hollering with triumph. they tiptoed out of their hiding place, dragging you behind to see their masterpiece. except their smiles had only fell into frowns, confused by the quick change of emotion, you looked to where they were looking.

up ahead stood a group of different bots with different heights. one was drenched in hot pink paint with purple glitter, who was screeching about being targeted. another bot, who was yellow, was laughing his ass off with another bot, who was grey and red. the tallest one had a purple face, and a larger structural body than the others. the other one, who was wearing a visor and was red, just stood his with their arms crossed.

rumble and frenzy looked at each other and then at the large bot, then back to one another. they both grabbed you, and started to 'silently' — aka horribly — walk away. until they were grabbed by the larger bot, his hands large enough to fit around their bodies and pick them up with ease. they both shrieked and started wiggling about, banging their tiny fists against his fingers. "let us go!" frenzy growled, and rumble was trying to bite one of the fingers wrapped around him.

the bot only made a 'tch' sound before speaking. "tell me why you did this to breakdown before i decide to squish you between my digits, and watch your energon drip onto the ground." he sneered at the two, who had frozen up in his grasp. they both peered down at you, their digits pointed towards your form sitting on the metal ground. "it was the squishy's idea not ours! you have to understand, motormaster!" rumble barked out. "the squishy forced us to do this!" frenzy added.

motormaster's optics looked down at you, before back at the twins. he let out a hard laugh, “as if that pathetic creature could do anything. its broken already. as weak as you two are,” motormaster brought them closer to his face, “that human wouldnt be able to do anything.” he growled, teeth baring at the two minicons.

“motormaster,” a familiar voice came by. looking over, soundwave stood near the stunticon leader, servo held out. “request : put frenzy and rumble down.” he said, pointing down to the floor. motormaster glared at the third in command, before complying with his request.

“you better keep an eye on those two, soundwave, or else next time i wont be able to guarantee their safety.” motormaster warned before heading back towards his group. soundwave didnt say anything, only watching the stunticon walk away before directing his gaze towards his minicons. “rumble , frenzy : not mad, disappointed.” he said before catching your form.

he kneeled down, servos moving to carefully and gently grab you, holding you close to his chest. “(y/n) : alright?” he questioned, waiting for an answer. you only nodded, wrapping your hands around one of his digits. it was nice, being held gently like this. it felt like something you could get used to.

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #🌄.g1 #g1 x reader #transformers generation one #soundwave x reader #tf g1 x reader #🌄.decepticons #🏷.uh oh #stunticons x reader #stunticons #transformers stunticons

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