#apollon x reader

[sunny-mercya]

Ordinary Godly

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

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Percy Jackson, who has fought a variety of Monsters and argued—even battled at some point—with the Godly deities of the mighty Olympus, had expected everything—when stepping into the home of Jason and Will, with the rest of his little friends troop—but nothing like this.

Seeing you, the deity of tranquility and slumber—another brother of Hypnos—for the very first time in actuality—was a weird experience of meeting for Percy.

»THERE YOU ARE! MY TWO PRECIOUS SUMMER BOYS! OH, NICO! I GREET YOU TOO, COME HERE!«

You had emerged from the Kitchen, baggy clothes—consisted of a large tee with the print of some band name and lyrics quote and pyjama pants—covered in what seemed to be flour and cocoa powder.

Your voice was loud, filled with thrilling excitement of joyfulness. Taking Jason and Will into your arms, hugging them tightly against you and giving each of them more than just a few kisses to the cheeks and head. Nico had been pulled into this as well, suffering through much affection as well.

You're radiating more hyperactivity energy and child like behaviour off, than the emotions you're meant to send out.

Walking into a home, in which Jason and Will had grown up with their two godly parents, which looked so damn mundane humane—that Percy had to take a double check on that Cookie Tin-can, filled with sewing stuff.

It confused him. If they all had learned one thing of being Demigods—half children of godly blessings, which sometimes could be seen as a curse though—that none of the gods and goddesses—their other parentally half—live like a ordinary human.

Always exotic enormously flashy, expensive, but never dare to boring and dull—than a god whose dull and pathetic unnoticeable, could not be worthy for eternity of mighty existence.

Yet, Percy thought, both the house and you are a stark contrast to what they have been told. Simple and ordinary.

»Are we sure this is really a deity?« asked Percy in a hushed whisper, leaning down to Annabeths ear and elbowing her in the side.

»I haven't seen Demosonos personally, but I highly doubt Jason and Will wouldn't recognised their parent.« she whispered back, keeping wary glances at them—some Gods can't be trusted.

Nico who had managed to free himself from the suffocating hug of love, stepped back to them and hissed in the same hushing voice of whispers;

»Do you two have any death wishes? Don't upset them.«

I mean, Percy thought—letting his gaze wander back to you—if we do so, what would happen? Ares, Zeus, Hades, Athena and his own father—Poseidon—are much more scarily and worthy of being called merciless fighters.

You on the other hand, looked—truthfully—weak. Percy could for sure, probably, take you down in seconds.

After all, from what he could gather, you're more than just a minor god—even less than minor, a subcategory inside a subcategory—unworthy to be mention with the same breath of saying Nxy, Hypnos and all the way to Morpheus.

Still, Percy is after all confused to why their Prophecy and Quest is, to seek you out and ask for your help.

Lesser Gods aren't helpful, they're more a nuisance.

~~~

»And this must be your other friends? Right? Perseus and Annabeth?« the question was more towards your sons.

You stepped towards the two teens, Will had already pulled Nico away to the Sofa and Jason had gone to the Kitchen, greeting loudly his other dad.

Percy and Annabeth felt both a bit uncomfortable with your vacant stare and the friendly smile on your lips.

»Uhh, It's Percy actually, I don't liked to be called Perseus« Percy didn't know, why of all the things he could say, decided to say this—but he did, mouth being faster than his brain again—and Annabeth elbowed him hard in the rips, a tiny gaps of breath intake left her lips.

The friendly smile never wavered from your lips, nodding at them—they couldn't tell if you had even listen properly, vacant glint still in your eyes—head dropping a bit to the side.

»Aah! You want some tea and Sweets? C'mon, c'mon, now don't be shy you two, take a seat. Will be a dear and help me« clapping your hands, you ushered the two teens to the Sofa, skipping already to the Kitchen.

»I will explain later a bit,« with that being said, Will stood up as well.

Neither of the three said anything, looking around the living room with more interest than addressing the current situation—or more issues perhaps?

»I thought you knew what he is like Nico....I mean with you being Wills boyfriend, you are prone to meet his parents«

»Hey hey, don't come at me now Chase. I only have met Mr. [Surname] like three times and that was in the city.«

»Small tip of advice, don't be so stiff. Relax a little or Pa's gonna worry again« they hadn't noticed Jason, who have come back from the kitchen with a tray of Tea cups and Kettle.

Will following soon after with a Tray of sweets and pastries, setting it down on the coffee table. They both getting comfortable on the sofas—Jason on the main big one, while Will had sat with Nico on the right mini sofa and Percy and Annabeth on the left—again.

Nico instantly following Jasons advice, relaxing his body and sliding just a bit down.

When Apollo had entered the living room, Annabeth and Percy gasped loudly in surprise. Standing up they bow their head or more like, Annabeth forced Percy to do as well.

»Lord Apollo!«

»Since when did you become a Lord? Aren't you a God?« you asked in amused surprise, taking a seat as well.

»Apparently just now, love« Apollo shrugged, Will started to laugh and Jason sighed in disappointment, shaking his head—so much for giving advice to his friend, to not be so formally stiff and causing tension.

~~~

The hours passed and Percy and Annabeth had relaxed over the times. Coming to the conclusion that you aren't one of the tricky gods—like Ares—who likes to use them as soldiers.

You asked them various questions, be it about the quest or some daily things; like what's your favourite TV-Show.

It wasn't long till you slumped, actually passing out from something akin to exhaustion and sleep, body leaning against Apollo—who had long wrapped an arm around you in a protective manner.

Jason stood up, taking your legs and moving them onto the couch. Getting a blanket from the footstool—where are tower of them was stacked—and covering you a bit to the hips with it.

Percy couldn't help himself but to stare at the marks—he first took notice of them when you handing him a gummy-bear—which covers your arms, starting from your wrist and ending somewhere at your neck or collarbone.

He had seen these types of Marks before. Racking his brain for the information he had read about or being told from.

Oh.

Percy jumped up, snapping his fingers and pointing—accusingly—at you. Head turning to Annabeth and again his mouth had been faster than his brain.

»That's THE DEMON OF OLYMPUS!« he had shouted it so loud, that your body jerked up—stirring awake is what you begun, already mumbling something sleepily out of context.

Apollo moved you quickly into his arms, shushing you gently back to the dreamlands and humming a little tune of it.

A mess had started to erupt between them all.

»I know! It's still highly disrespectful to point that out, seaweed brain!« Annabeth slapped him hard against the shoulder.

»Do you have a death wish, Jackson? Do you want us get killed?« hissed Nico, giving a glare, sitting uptight again and body going absolutely rigid stiff.

The worst part for Percy was probably the disbelieving disappointment frown on both, Jasons and Apollos—though his frown looked more like concealed bubbling anger—face.

Apollon stood up with you in his arms, ready to walk out. Will was about to stand up as well, wanting to go with his father.

»I'll take it from here boys. I expect from you two to inform your friends properly now, to ensure that such outrageous behaviour won't happen again.«

»Wow, way to go Percy. Upsetting one of the kinder gods in just one go.« Will wanted to laugh, to make it seem that it wasn't that bad, but his laugh came more like a strangled cry out.

»How many times did we, did I, told you to keep your mouth shut in more than just one occasion?!« chastised Annabeth, giving him another shoulder slap.

»No, honestly Percy, be fucking glad Pa had another slumber episode of his or you would....I don't know, but it wouldn't be nice.«

»But he's the Demon of Olympus! Isn't he not? The marks of Zeus's banning are a clear sign of it. I don't get why we need help from an evil deity who also deceives everyone to believe he's being known as a lesser god«

»Even for you Perseus, that's a new personal low! How dare you to say such horrible things about my Pa.« Jason stomped off, the anger radiating off and his face slightly red from it.

Will had decided to inform Percy properly about his dad's complete and historical story. He didn't want his parents to be offended—or feel upset and angered—after all they need their help and support for the upcoming—already starting—quest.

You're the brother, a child from Nyx, of Hypnos. It is true, your actual deity personality, form and power is akin to one of chaos—you're a personification of weather—raging storms to be exact—and a sneer of demonic vileness petty violence.

During a darker time in history, Zeus had strikes you with lightning—sealing your actuality, banning them for a balance—and splitting you into what you are now; god of tranquility and slumber.

The splitting had also caused a turn in personality itself. Making you more childish, airhead and forgetful. Kindness from you, comes not completely naturally—feeling more forced without meaning to, though you do love and this was a genuine one.

»Yeah okay, but why is Demosonos—uh, [Name], with your father, Will?«

»They're married?«

»Why?«

»You're officially demoted from Seaweed brain to dumbweed brain.« muttered Nico, pinching the bridge of his nose.

»They married for like years and that's because out of actual love and I'm not gonna tell you their sappy love story.«

»Still I don't get how like Lord Apollo, who blends like the sun, is being married freely to someone like him, a actual demonic person«

»I–oh my fucking god, Percy. My dads are married because they love one another, completely smitten they are, how hard is that to understand?!« Will groaned in desperation, taking a handful of biscuits again—had he almost eaten the whole bowl.

And Nico thought, how a great way to upset a God and already dooming their quest in the very beginning.

~~~

Jason felt hesitant, as if he were five again and didn't wanted to disrupt his parents sleeps because he had a nightmare, to step into the bedroom.

Respectfully he knocked a few times on the door, before opening it and stepping inside.

The bedroom was almost shrouded in complete darkness, except for the dimmed nightshade next to the bed.

Apollo had acknowledged his son, didn't say anything though—to occupied to lay in bed next to you, hand supporting his head as he drove his fingers through your hair.

A cooled washcloth was placed over your face. You hadn't started to sweat, sign of upcoming fever, but Apollon didn't wanted to risk it—doing a prevention beforehand.

What most, be it his own kind or humans, didn't know is that Zeus lightning strike to you has caused more than just a split personality—created a rift in your health, leaving you vulnerable and weak and prone to sickness.

Apollo couldn't do much about it. Not even with his powers of healing, leaving him a pit of despair and self-hatred whenever you got sick.

»Do you know the actual, not that stupidly outrageous idea of us gods being unfaithful, I mean some truly are, reason, why we have decided to let you and Will and all your other siblings been born from Humans?«

»No,« Jason shook his head, debating with himself if he should sit or lay down next to you, in the end he chose a mix of both.

Jason had sometimes wonders why it always had been that way—being born from humans and a deity—even though gods and goddesses could bear children just as well.

When he had been younger, wasn't all that long ago in his early teen years—memory still fresh in mind and sometimes upsetting him—he had accused his father, they had another argument that day, he never had loved dad in the beginning and being unfaithful to him—cheating with woman's and only seeing you as some kind of trophy.

That day was the only day and time where Jason had seen Apollo with actual anger on his face. The kind of anger which bubbles in you till it turns into hatred and pettiness.

»It's because your dad wouldn't survive the procedure of giving birth and I mind you, the whole explanatory of the aspect itself of how we gods and goddesses giving birth and the many various ways to do so, is chaotic complexing on its own.«

»You mean, dad would die? But you are immortals and immortals aren't meant to die«

»Yes and no. Even though we're immortals of eternity, there are still ways—ancient barbaric ones—to kills us or at least in a sense of us being dead. No, no, Jay, the reason isn't death, he just wouldn't survive.«

Jason furrowed his brows, not understanding what his father meant or trying to tell him.

»You well aware of what happened to your dad, his history. Zeus had strike him down, leaving him in the few hours of unconsciousness—which had caused a spurt of utterly violent storms throughout the land—vulnerable and unable to defend himself against any sort of danger and hostile.«

»Are you trying to tell me that, Zeus had, you know—with dad?«

»Dear lord! Jason! Absolutely not! Don't ever think of such disgusting scenarios and manners again.«

Apollo sighed deeply, not having expected his Son to come to such conclusions. You stirred again, your hand coming up to your face and taking the washcloth off.

Bleary you opened your eyes, trying to make out where you are and who you are.

Apollo, praying silent apologies already, leaning down to you—pressing a soft kiss onto your lips and with a quick whisper of humming lullaby, brought you back into the grips of slumber. Unconscious you rolled onto your side, over to him and into his arms.

»You put him into force sleep! Didn't you told us to never use our powers of sleep in such forceful ways? It's a rule number one!«

Apollo raised a brow at his son, who looked absolutely mortified for a good minute and turned into distasteful disappointment.

»Now now, my son, don't give me such gaze. I too am not proud of what I did, but it had to be done. It's still a sensitive topic and I don't want to cause a distress, disturbance or even distrust perhaps. Now, where was I? Aah yes—«

»So like I said, during the hours of unconsciousness, a wave of sickness rolled over—custody of Pandora's box being opened—and infected painfully your dad. Leaving him, once he had woke up, in a whimpering withering anxiety filled mess.«

»And that's how you meet Dad then, right?«

»That's a story for another, but yes. Anyways, to what I'm trying to say is, your dad is still too vulnerable and weak—sickness prone, to be able to handle the whole procedure of giving birth. I mean we tried it once and only, but.....let's just say, dad still has scars from it. And thus the reason why we and perhaps most of us gods, decided to let our children been born from humans.«

Jason gulped, trying to not choke on his tighten up throat. He hadn't been aware of it, how the true story had happened, but it all makes so much sense now.

The times you got so bedridden, unable to do anything but sleep, that Will cried for days and nights thinking you're about to die from incurable illness.

Or when Will had been still a child, having gotten a nasty flu and you had to take care of Will and him—Jason himself had been in some bad mood the whole week to even consider to help you out as he was the older brother after all—all on your own, because his father had been away for business trips—and you looked so exhausted and ready to pass out any minute, that Jason hadn't even question back then why you took pills after pills and chugged cups of coffee.

Jason understands so much better now, why you never got angry—like he had been, when founding out—when Apollo had intercourse with yet another woman.

He understood why you're so prone to sudden collapse of exhaustion and slumbering sleep during the day or in the middle of doing something.

And then he felt a rush of rage through his blood.

You didn't deserve to be treated like this, to be frowned upon down or with that false kindness the other deities treated you with.

You didn't deserve to either called a demonic being or naively dumbling of airy forgetfulness.

Jason hated it. Hated them, the ones above and those below. How dare they to make you feel so unwanted and filling you with seeds of self-hatred and anxiety—when you give nothing but pure love to him and his siblings.

Jason wasn't blind, his father neither—though the man chose to completely ignore it, when you once again had puffy red rimmed eyes—when you had cried in the bathroom during nights and mumbling things to yourself, Jason didn't want to repeat.

Jason decided, this prophecy wasn't worth it to bring you once again pain and remind you of the haunting past.

If it meant to sabotage the quest, he would do. After all his loyalty and love belongs to only you and not to the greater ones above, who hadn't even the slightest fuck to give about their children.

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you're my sunny days - apollon agana belea

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[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

LOYALTY - Dabi x f!reader

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synopsis: After years of being a Villain, you're trying to be good now.

Fucking a Villain isn't the same as being one.

Right?

word count: 7216

warnings: f!Black!reader. Reader is a foreigner and is very chronically ill, using a wheelchair while also having a tube in their throat for respiratory issues. club scene. implications of drinking and off-screen drug use (reader is high and probably drunk throughout the oneshot)

A/N: HI!!!!!!!! =D

I've been trying to write this for a year and finally got it out of me! This is a companion piece to my much longer wip, "Bury My Ashes at Sea" (aka Hex!fic). I have many companion pieces planned for AFTER Hex!fic, that would explore the events of their relationship more, but after seeing these pics of Dabi, this became a very impromptu entry. It was only supposed to be literally just a short scene about watching Dabi's face in the water but it uh...got away from me. I really hope I don't regret posting this first, but I had to get it out.

This is very MC centric, whereas Hex!fic and other companion pieces will be Dabi centric. This is also primarily angsty as you're kinda having an existential crisis!!!!!! I'm not super sure anybody's gonna like this but me, but if you do, I love you and hope you tell me everything you liked in the tags and comments!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy! <3

(header made by the beautiful amazing @xxlvndrxxhzexx )

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You could always be found by the water.

The ocean was obviously your favorite, but any water would do. It called to you, no matter where it was. No matter where you were. Even if the closest thing you had was a bathtub, sometimes you just had to soak. Life felt worse if you didn’t. Your family used to joke that it was supposed to be your Quirk—it just got lost in the mail somewhere, or stuck in your already clusterfucked excuse for DNA.

It’s how they came up with the name Siren.

But you didn’t use that name anymore.

You were trying to be good now.

The music swelled and thumped in your chest, all while you sipped your drink through a straw in the corner, unfocused and unfazed. As soon as you heard there was a pool at this place, it was constantly tugging at the back of your head. You wandered around the party, head buzzing with a mixture of substances and a booming baseline, and still somehow ended up within view of the back door. No matter where you went, your eyes still glanced to the alluring outside. Maybe it was the drugs, but the longer you stayed here, the urge for the water was becoming an almost desperate pull. Like for some reason you were drowning on air. Eventually, you caved and decided to find your date before bailing. You clicked your teeth a few times and the fox-like creature standing guard beside you followed close to your wheels.

Apollon was a Quirk Pet, named so because of his psychokinetic Quirk. When you insisted on moving to Japan of all places—where they had enemies even more troublesome than the constant mass of Heroes everywhere—and refused to take any of your family or their allies, refused to use your support devices anymore, refused anything more from your Villain life than the house and the store they gave you, this was was your adoptive moms’ final attempt at a safety net for you.

At first you resisted—Quirk Pets were a relatively new (and sometimes dubiously bred) accessory for the Quirkless elite or their children to feel special like the rest of society, and that kind of flash didn’t exactly fit your attempt at a normal civilian lifestyle. The only people that could afford one of those things were high-profile Villains and crooked billionaires. But since your usual mode of assistance at the time was even less fit for civilian life, and you sure as hell weren’t taking a bunch of nursing staff, you relented. Of course, it didn’t take you long to fall in love with the little bastard.

It was at least a good signal for the more seasoned Villains to know you were someone somehow. You were seen enough around these spots now that they mostly left you alone, lumping you in with the rest of the regular slumming civs—Villain arm candy, nightly entertainment—which you supposed was what you technically were now. Apollon was never a part of your Villain life, so while you were conflictingly more comfortable in seedier places like this, he was on edge, showing his teeth at anyone who got too close.

Which, despite sleeping with him for a while now, still included Dabi.

It was a casual arrangement between the two of you. Sometimes you asked, sometimes he did. Tonight was him. Need my girl for something, the text read. You could never refuse when he called you that. He needed a way to get into this party—for recruitment purposes, you guessed—and a pretty little thing like you could get an invite with a plus one a lot easier than he could. It’s about the only time he ever took you out for anything other than crashing at your place. For someone who called herself retired and put an ocean between herself and her old life for a reason, you should’ve said no. But without the issue of his dealings—which technically he did not tell you about, per your relationship rules, and you were not participating in whatsoever— a party was a party. You worked hard. You were trying to be good now. Other civs were here, and a lot more often than you were. If they were still allowed their normie cards, then there wasn’t any reason you couldn’t get down and dirty every once in a while without having an existential crisis over it.

…As long as by ‘Once in Awhile’, you meant ‘Any Time He Gave You An Excuse’.

The first few times you tagged along to one of these events, it was typical for nosey audiences to be watching the two of you. Now it was only the has-beens and wannabes that still bothered you. You think you hated Villains with lingering Hero complexes more than overbearing civilians. At least you expected the latter to think you were less than them.

Do you know who that is? They’d corner you with hushed voices when Dabi was out of ear-shot, their tone implying anything other than conscious agency from the crippled foreigner.

The pope. What do you fucking think?

You’d want to shout Do you know who I am? Because the covered tattoo on your shoulder would shut them up real quick. But the answer would be, no.

They didn’t know who you were. That was the point. You didn’t talk about that on purpose.

Siren didn’t exist anymore.

You were trying to be good.

Lucky you, it didn’t take much longer to find Dabi. Good news: the VIP space was very close to the poolside door. Bad news: Based on his body language, you weren’t leaving any time soon. Whatever he was doing, it was getting irritating. He had the same stoic posture as usual, just with an impatiently tapping foot. And he wasn’t with any of the other thugs you saw him with earlier, the ones you guessed he was trying to win over. They were a lot more uppity than the people he usually dealt with, way too high-brow and established to risk dealing with an upstart like the League. You could’ve spared him the time and energy from the second you saw them talking—they were not League fans. Their tune was all wrong. And even if they were, they were far from meeting the type of standards a group like the League would be looking for.

Not that you knew what those standards were, of course. You didn’t ask and you insisted that you didn’t wanna know. No details, no involvement—those were the conditions you set. It was just a guess, guessing didn’t count. All you were here for was the drugs, the drinks, and the eventual sex. You were trying to be good now.

You took another drink.

Zzt zzt.

The sound of your phone snapped you out of your spiraling.

{if I wanted some stalker freak staring at me I would’ve brought toga.}

Dabi took a swig of his drink while his phone rested in his freehand. He didn’t acknowledge you in any other way.

Finally, you smiled.

{It’s not my fault. Stop being the prettiest boy in the room~}

You could see him roll his eyes from here.

Dabi had been your favorite thing to watch since you met him. Watching, listening, whatever you wanted to call it. It was a habit of yours that you had no intention on breaking—your ever-growing excuse to keep Siren closer to the surface than you should.

All the world was a stage and every human had a harmony to perform, and it used to be your job to chart out the melodies. It was the one and only skill you had over your family. You were almost certain it played a large part in your moms’ decision to take you in. It was always something you could do—you listened to your targets until you memorized every beat. Then you added your voice. Timing your words to the rhythm of their heartbeat, adapting to the tempo of their bones, matching the key of their Quirk with perfect pitch. A single missed step or chord out of place and you noticed like blood in the water. They’d be so enthralled with the perfect duet that they never noticed your voice leading the song. They never noticed that it was your show now and they were the mimicking puppet, blissfully following you all the way to the inevitable end at the bottom of your family’s shark-infested ocean.

Dabi was no different. Granted, you weren’t trying to kill or extort him, and his melody was a lot harder to tape down than others, you’d give him that. To put it bluntly, it was unpleasant. Repellent was an even better word. It sounded wrong, cacophonous. Like…two different songs layered on top of each other and fighting for the lead. Far too bright and intense and hot to listen for long. But somehow, he took the stage and paired the noise with an effortless stride. His steps were controlled, steady. So deceptively quiet you almost didn’t notice him the first time he was in your store. You watched him turn the madness into the most elegant choreography you’d ever seen. A swan on the water.

If it was anyone else, you would’ve minded your business. But maybe you’d been good for so long that now, you were just bored enough Siren couldn’t resist the challenge. Maybe it wasn’t anything to do with his song, but how you were so homesick you couldn’t ignore someone who felt so familiar, so much like the walking ghosts you were used to. Either way, you hadn’t stopped watching him since.

Although the longer this went on, the more it felt like you were the one under the spell.

Dabi didn’t entertain you with a further response, instead downing the rest of his drink. The sloshing liquid made you feel like you were swaying with it. It felt like you were being rocked by the waves. You closed your eyes again. Waves made you think of swimming, and swimming made you think of the pool. You turned your gaze to the outside to catch a glimpse of the water, but all you could see was the top of a table’s umbrella.

It took about five more seconds for you to solidify your decision.

[Come outside with me] You text Dabi quickly but you were already moving toward the door.

[no. why.]

[Want the water]

[course you do.]

[=(((((( Don’t be mean. If they’re gonna keep you waiting around, you might as well wait with me.]

Again, he didn’t respond. You pouted at your phone. Unfortunately, you were just high enough to try your luck a little further.

[Pretty please? I want you to sit with me.]

He exhaled, his shoulders twitching just a bit more than they should. A knowing grin grew on your face. Exactly what you were looking for. You studied his steps. You charted impossible melodies. You hummed along with harmonies that made your mouth burn until finally, you followed the performance. You could keep up with him. After months of watching his flawless routine, there was only ever one misstep. The only note you had on him.

I want you.

Didn’t matter when, how, or why you said it. Whenever you told him you wanted him, there was always a sudden stutter in his rhythm. Expertly corrected, blink and you’d miss it. Every performer knew that the audience only recognized mistakes if you told them, and Dabi was nothing short of a professional. You thought that was why he was so good at this. No one ever watched long enough to know the difference.

But you did.

You could dance and sing with the boy in the water all you wanted, but once he bleeds you’ll remember you have fangs.

You memorized the note and sang it again. And again. You watched him trip on the sound of your words until your mouth watered. Curiosity turned predatory—the part of Siren you couldn’t kill. As soon as you found that perfect note of desire, you couldn't help but sing encore after encore until they drowned in it. It was a compulsion. You tried variations. Different tempos, different octaves. You swished the sound around in your mouth and probed your tongue along its edges like a missing tooth. Strangely, it tasted cold. You wondered if that was the appeal, if every refrain was like a single drop of rain on him.

I want you to listen to this with me! I think you’ll like it. (Fingers twitch.) When are you coming back? I want to see you. (Throat clears.) Do you like sweets? I want to make something for you! (Rubs his neck.) I want you to stay. (Jaw tightens.) Want you to kiss me. Want you to touch me. Want you, right there, please, please, please. (A hitched breath.) (A harder kiss.) (A choked moan.)

But he never gave you more than a flinch. Never more than a glance at the waves before he corrected. It drove you a little nuts. You wanted to see him fall. You wanted to pull him under. How long would you need to hold the note to break his performance? How many times did he need to hear your song before he loved your voice more than air? Dabi wouldn’t even tell you his name. He couldn’t be mad you were like this. It was like dangling himself on a hook and expecting you not to bite.

You were trying to be good, but you can't change your nature.

When he still didn’t give you a response, you sighed—dramatically enough that he could see your shoulders lift and fall with the motion—but didn’t bother pestering him further. There was a fine line between playful banter and being a pest when it came to Dabi, and you were getting quite proud of yourself for figuring out how to blur the boundaries, just enough to get under his skin in a good way. If anything, it made the sex better.

Instead, you clicked your teeth a few times for Apollon to follow you and help you out the door. The second the night air hit your face, you exhaled. You hadn’t realized how stifled you felt inside. Out here, everything was so still. You stopped moving and inhaled the moonlight. The silvery threads were cool and calming against your skin. It was like you stepped into the safety of a liminal space, outside of time, outside of the rest of the world. Only the dampened boom of the music to remind you of the real world waiting behind you.

When you opened your eyes again, the glow of the pool was waving along any surface it could reach. It kissed you with the same light, calling you. Apollon perched himself on the poolside table closest to you as you moved closer to the water. You kept moving until you reached the light, until the purples and blues lighting up the water rippled along your face. The closer you got, the more urgent it felt. Like something was lurking behind you and this was the only sanctuary.

There was a reason humans always searched for water to repent.

You snapped out of it when Apollon chirped with concern. He watched you from on top of the table, curled into a comfortable ball. Any closer and you would’ve sunk like a rock.

“Oh, stop. You’re not gonna let me fall in.” You laughed it off. Apollon responded best in English, by design. A small security measure to make sure he only responded to you. Not that he didn’t ignore everyone else anyway.

You pointed at your high heels. “Help me take these off.”

He made another quiet noise to let you know his hesitance, but did what you asked. Your heels floated from your feet first, then with another point, you floated down to the edge of the pool. Apollon kept pressure on your spine so you could sit up properly—you were a ragdoll outside of your wheelchair, even on a sober night. This way, you could dangle your feet in the pool.

You were weightless like this. It was the only time you could really move so easily. You didn’t even mind the freezing water. The cold forced you to take in a slow breath, and it was like the first breath you’ve taken all night. It cleared up your head a little, drifted you back to the floating cloud of your high. You closed your eyes and let yourself sway to the music. It changed to a song you knew, warped by the DJ to be slower and pitched down. It sounded distant and muffled, like you were listening underwater.

(“It’s a secret society. All we ask is trust. All we got is us…”)

You hummed along under your breath and lost yourself in the ripples of the water. The coolness kept the doubt away, so much so that you nearly forgot what made you so desperate to come outside in the first place.

And then you noticed the moon.

Or the lack thereof, rather. A waning crescent. The reflection glistened on top of the neon glow of the pool. A tiny sliver of light, uselessly persisting against its shadowy fate, even its reflection nearly swallowed by the dancing blue of the water. Your stomach twisted at the sight. Once again, you were suffocating. Peace evaporated just as soon as it arrived. Now the music only reminded you of what you were running from. The walls were closing in on you, just like that moon. It was only something you could avoid for so long.

You were trying to be good, but you can’t change fate. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…”)

If you want out, then be out. Your eldest sister’s voice echoed over the thumping bass in your head, the last thing she said to you after finding out about your recent flirting with Villainy. Her disappointed tone still shivered hollow in your bones. You could always tell when it was her talking and not the spirits using her Channeling Quirk—while they always twisted her features into the manic bloodthirst most were familiar with, she, herself, only ever looked tired. You haven’t seen or heard from her since, but her voice still haunted you like one of her ghosts. Looming in the shadows, like that moon’s underbelly, chastising your indecision.

Even now, Apollon could help you swim if you wanted. Would keep the water from getting into the tube in your throat. But this is all you do. It was the same problem no matter where you ran.

You can never commit.

("Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty…")

“What the hell are you doing?”

You jumped, once again getting snapped out of your spiraling. You tilted your head all the way back, Apollon supporting your movements but not enough to let you fall. Dabi was near the door, a cigarette dancing between his fingers now instead of a drink. His delicate face was scrunched up with a rare expressive look.

“There he is!” You smiled, bright and inebriated. There was a sigh of relief in your voice. Your favorite distraction, always in the nick of time. “I knew you’d miss me. Or were you just bored?”

“Wanted a smoke.” He mumbled around the stick now pressed between his lips, his expression returned to its usual sour scowl. He narrowed his eyes at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Just needed some air,” you said, swallowing the automatic ‘nothing’ and opting for more believable half-honesty. Dabi didn’t tell you his full truth, and right now you weren't interested in telling him yours. “Think I’m getting a bad trip. Got really paranoid all of a sudden.”

“Don’t get so fucked up I gotta deal with you crashin' later. ‘M not your babysitter.”

“Oh, such a Gentleman.”

Without another word, he cupped his hands around the cigarette, blue light sparking it to life. You watched him blow out a stream of smoke, staying downwind from you. He didn’t say anything more, so you signaled Apollon to sit you back up and returned to kicking at the water.

As soon as you weren't looking, you felt the blue embers of his gaze heating up your back again. You pretend you didn’t notice, only because you knew it drove him nuts. Another one of his rare tells. Dabi hated talking, but if he thought you were ignoring him you could nearly count to a beat when he’d speak again.

1. 2. 1-2-3-4—

Exhale.

“You fall into that, m’not fishin’ you out.”

You smiled to yourself. (”I’m always on your mind…”)

“That’s fine. I got Pollo.” You said with a shrug. You played your part well. Nonchalant and coy. You thought he liked it better when you pretended not to know what he wanted.

Apollon chirped smugly and Dabi scoffed again. You still weren't looking at him. Eventually, you heard him stomp out his cig, followed by his heavy footsteps. You feel the heat from his body before anything else. He sat behind you, just close enough to place his hands around your hips, but Apollon growled before he could fully reach you. A psychic pulse kept his hands from getting any closer, like a sudden field of gravity.

“Call off your damn beast,” Dabi snapped. Your snickering only made him more irritated.

“Pollo, be nice. Let him go.”

Another disapproving growl. He did what you asked, but laid down and kept an unflinching gaze on Dabi, waving his tail in the air to sense any changes before they happened. There was a grumble from Dabi you couldn’t make out, then his hands were finally on you. Warmer than you usually liked, but not completely uncomfortable. He was irritated. Maybe tired too.

“You’re freezing,” he said. His grip briefly tightened on you again, tugging you a little closer to him and out of the water before you placed your hands on his to stop him. The idea of leaving the water still made your stomach drop.

“Aww. You care about me.”

His voice sharpened. “You’re not much use to me sick, are you?”

“Guess not.” When he bristled at your matching sarcasm, you laughed under your breath. “So, I take it by your current winning attitude that recruitment isn’t going well?”

“Thought you didn’t wanna know the details?”

“It doesn’t count if I can guess.” You pouted. “But you’re right, you don’t have to tell me if—”

“No. It’s not going well,” Dabi snapped. Usually he played along a little longer. He must've been more tired than you thought.

He exhaled deeply, then you felt his forehead resting against your back. He grumbled against your skin.

“Waste of my fuckin’ time. Nothin’ but tasteless trash, as usual.”

“Don’t you usually kill them when they’re like that?” You started rubbing your thumb along the top of his hand, trying to aid the soothing process.

“Gotta squeeze some money out of ‘em first.”

“Oh? The League’s broke?” You said. “I can pack up some leftover food from the store if you need it.”

“Typically humans need more than sweets to live.”

“Damn, that’s wild. But see, there’s also this thing called takeout, and I have like, a real job, so I can exchange money for goods and services.”

“Doesn’t sound very uninvolved to me.”

You took back what you said—he was fine. You could feel his petty little smirk on your back. The banter was probably helping him recover, the bastard.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before continuing. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, doll. Haven’t starved yet, not gonna start now. Just got a few more negotiations before I can seal the deal.”

“Negotiations?” You quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him. “You know that ‘trash’ is planning on jumping you later, right?”

“Aw, you care about me.”

You smiled back, poisonously sweet. “Not very useful to me dead, are you?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t make much of a difference. I’m already dead.”

This time it was you that bristled at his answer.

He said it on purpose. You could feel the smirk still there. On a normal night, it would only be mildly irritating. You’d ignore it, or sidestep. He’d commented about being dead since you’ve known him—it was such a common statement out of his mouth that you wondered if he was trying to remind you or himself. Still, you always flinched. It never mattered that you knew what he was doing, that you heard the intentionally dropped beat in the performance every time, you always fell for the bait. He loved reminding you that it wasn't just you.

He had your number too.

“You know I don’t think that’s funny.” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet. If he noticed, he ignored it.

“Wasn’t joking.”

Again, he was just as bad as you. Pressing the only button he knew just to hear how your voice stalled.

Just to see for a fact that he affected you.

Salt drenched your tongue and turned your voice bitter. It was to the point where you didn’t trust the sound it'd make if you spoke, so you swallowed it down to the best of your ability and focused back on the water. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing your sour notes. It was what he wanted after all. When Dabi was mean, his song turned cold. Feral flames swapped for a freezing arctic. It was a lot more effective on you. You could be as good as you wanted, but the ocean’s salt would always linger on your skin, and mixing salt with ice seared just like a flame.

Both of you were too stubborn to get off the stage first, so it was a frequent competition to see who would win: your drive to pull him under or his drive to push you away and prove himself right.

There was blood in the water and demons were just as hungry as sirens.

There was a long, tense silence between the two of you. Ignoring him worked just as well as anything you’d say or do. You’d silently steep in the toxic waves and poison you both before you gave in. But soon, you felt his mouth moving against your back. Slow, soft. Absent, even. It was something to do with his mouth other than suck on a cig, but most importantly it was something you couldn’t ignore. Even if you wouldn't talk to him, his presence was still undeniable.

For someone who insisted he was dead, he sure did hate when people acted like he wasn’t around.

He gradually inched up to your shoulder, then your neck. His body temperature slowly cooled to the usual warmth you sunk into. You hated how nice this was when you were still so irritated. Even with the tiniest touch, his heat spread through the branches of your veins like a good high. Fireworks bursting in slow motion. Champagne bubbles floating to the top until your head was swimming again. With your lack of muscle, it was hard as hell to gain warmth and just as easy to lose it. Dabi made you so spoiled. A few hours in his presence and you forgot how cold the rest of the world was without him. Even the water seemed warmer. You closed your eyes and sighed quietly. The sound morphed into a quiet hum under your breath.

“I noticed, by the way.”

Dabi’s voice interrupted the syrupy sound of your humming and pulled you back to your irritation. At some point, you leaned over for him to get a better angle at your neck. His mouth moved with a little more intention now, possession tinging his lips. There was no way you were going back inside without a few new marks to show for it. Dabi’s apologies were never spoken, only delivered in deeper kisses, lighter touches, softer words. Whatever he can to make you feel good.

“What?” Your voice still came out as a cross murmur.

“The thugs that are gonna jump me? I noticed,” he said. “Kill ‘em later. After I get you home.”

The word made you tense again. He said it so goddamn casually. He started slipping every now and then and calling your place ‘home’. You didn’t think it started intentionally, but as soon as he heard your voice shake in response, it was too late. It didn’t take long for an accident to turn into a test. Now he did it at least once every time you saw him. More so if he thought he made you legitimately upset. Whenever he spoke it, there was always a question hidden in the off beat. A whisper, something cold again. Like a toe in the water to make sure you really wouldn’t bite. (”Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty…”)

Normally, you would take the time to sing around his trap and answer correctly, dodging anything that would be too encouraging (or you’d scare him off) without being too discouraging (or you’d never hear that chilled vulnerability again). But tonight, it was especially irritating. That little timid voice still asking if it’s safe, like you would leave him for this littlest thing. Like you were the flight risk. Like he wasn’t the one literally reminding you that he would never stay. Nothing you want would ever stay. No matter how far you ran, no matter how good you pretended to be, you were doomed to watch it die and fade away, just like that moon.

How dare he call your place home when the only space he planned on claiming as his was six feet under.

You finally gave in and let the salt flavor your tongue. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t fuck corpses.”

“Oh? Since when?”

“Since always, jackass.”

There was a brief pause before he shrugged again. ”Guess you can go home then.”

“Dabi.”

He laughed. A quiet, wheezy chuckle that paired perfectly with his smirk. It made an irritatingly pleasant shiver run along your thighs, even now. He returned his mouth below your ear and you let him.

“There’s my girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You scowled, but still decided to signal Apollon to let you slouch back into him. “Keep ruining my buzz like this and you won’t have to worry about the thugs. I’ll kill you myself.”

Another whispered sound of smug amusement brushed against your hair. “I’d let you try.”

“How romantic.”

The lazy rhythm of Dabi’s lips was replaced by the slow drag of his fingertips along your arm. Compared to the rest of him, his scarless fingers felt like silk. You wiggled yourself closer so your head was underneath his chin. You were barely in the water anymore. He was sneaky, tangling you further into the seductive heat of his body with every inch you relinquished to him from Apollon. It looked as cozy as it felt, you were sure.

But cozy or not, even this was calculated. You almost always did this after he said those stupid comments about dying or already being dead. Obviously he wasn’t. But he said it with such conviction, and the sound of his voice was never the right pitch for sarcasm or jokes. Despite what you could clearly see with your eyes, it always made you so anxious. So, in your cuddled position, you angled a little so your ear was against his chest, and you listened. It probably would’ve been even more subtle to check his pulse points, but Dabi’s wrists were covered in too much scar tissue for you to ever get a good reading. Instead, you could always hear it thudding along the healthy strip of his chest. After a few seconds, you would pull out your phone and use it to count.

It was always still beating. Maybe a little faster than it should be from all the stress he put his body under, but still beating. Still breathing. Still here.

Dying, maybe. But not dead.

You were very aware it was an important difference.

Once upon a time, it was just another part of the deal. Dabi was clearly hellbent on checking out, but that terminality was one of the main appeals. You knew what Villains were like. He was just as temporary as you were. This way, you could both get your kicks, you could get the teetering threat of relapse out of your system, and there wouldn’t be any reason for attachments when you both knew exactly what you were getting into. Limited time was built in the design. Quick, easy, painless.

You wonder if he used the same justifications for you in the beginning.

You wonder if it was backfiring for him the same way.

It was why you left. You spent your whole life being told and expecting that you would be the buried, not the burier. It was the bond your whole villainy was based off of. Everyone was dying here. You were all on a train to Hell one way or another. It didn’t matter how or why. You all had the same destination, the same rage, the same brutal apathy. Death was inevitable, and the only thing that mattered was making sure every Hero fuck that signed your sentence felt it when you finally reached that stop. It was a lot less scary when you had people to laugh about it with. It was spoken like a badge of honor. Yeah, the world wants me dead too. Come on in.

And then you woke up one day with the audacity to want to live. (”I’m hangin’ on the fence again…”)

The realization gnawed at you with panicked desperation. You looked around and discovered that everyone you loved was dying much faster than you, killing themselves in a blaze of glory. This wasn’t a party, it was a suicide pact. None of the civs or the Heroes tried to intervene because this was the point—the job was being done for them. The only way to win the game was to not play at all. Get to the exit. Live.

But it was what the Heroes never understood, and something you should’ve known better.

Everyone else always knew where the exit was.

It was always there, in blinking neon, unlocked and unguarded. Anyone could leave whenever they wanted. It’s why no one tried to stop you. This was what your Moms did, after all, since they retired from their own battle wounds—worked in the shadows, helped those who wanted out disappear without a trace, supported those who didn’t, take in the unwanted in-betweens until they could make a choice. Like you. Like your family. Like your sister.

Everyone knew they were free to go, but there was never anything to save.

And this is what Heroes would never understand. Why things would never get better until the question was addressed. They could point out the exit sign all they wanted, try to heroically lead them into a bright new future, but every Villain would always ask the same thing:

Why?

You didn’t think you’d be waiting here, dancing with the burning boy on the train tracks, if you ever found a good answer.

(”10-4, no switchin’ sides…”)

You looked up at him without moving your head. His eyes were fixed on the still water with an empty gaze. He was somewhere far away, farther than you could reach. Sometimes Dabi looked so goddamn fragile you thought you’d split at the seams, like him. The blue reflection from the water danced along his skin like his flames, and he looked so beautiful in your element that your chest ached at the unfairness of it all. You never wanted a Quirk more in your life. You wanted to be able to hum and wrap his wounds in water. Put the pain that was so loudly screaming out of his skin to rest with soft, cool lullabies. Whisper a single sound and keep him here with you a little longer.

You insisted that you didn’t want to be involved, but you started keeping ice packs and bandages tucked away for him, in the same spot as the black market quirk suppressants you still keep for your sister, just in case. The occult and mysticism books you borrowed about restless ghosts were piled with the new highlighted articles about burn wounds. You memorized the numbers of Dabi’s burner phones like everyone in your family, and you couldn’t help clocking the twitches and tells of the men he talks to like you were still a good spy for the cause. You let him stay in your house, your bed.

You let him hear you sing. (”Ain’t no other love like the one I know…”)

Sometimes, on the rare occasions you woke up before him, and he was still sleeping softly next to you, you thought about telling Apollon to bring you the syringe in the cupboard. They only worked for about two hours on your sister anymore, but you were sure Dabi wouldn’t have as much of a tolerance. You could keep him from going back out there. Without a Quirk, Apollon could easily keep him from running away or trying to fight. He would be safe, and you could finally, finally do something other than watch while those you loved destroyed themselves. There was no need to go back inside. It’s safer in the water. Stay, stay, stay.

But you can never commit.

You were trying to be good.

The song was long over but it still played in your head. (”Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty”)

It haunted you with a demand you couldn’t run from. (”Tell me who you’re loyal to”) You said you wanted to move far away from your old life, but you made sure that your store was far on the outskirts of town, off the path for Heroes, easily accessible for any undesirables that might need some bread or sweets, or a place to warm up…or flowers for their mom. You said you didn’t want to be a Villain anymore, but you wouldn’t serve licensed Heroes.

(”I said, tell me who you’re loyal to”) You refused to use your support items, but the metal rings around your fingers never felt as heavy as when you were sitting on the train, listening to the civs gush about Heroes. You were trying to be good, but you listened to them cheer and celebrate the capture of the ones like you—the people you love (“Does it start with your woman or your man?”)—and your perfect pitch stalls. It was the one note you couldn't hit. They made you want to honey your voice like you used to, lead them along like oblivious puppets. Warp the role of non-threatening into a eulogy for the ones that forced it on you, the last sound they ever heard before the snarls of your family’s bloodthirsty Quirks. (“Does it end with your family and friends?”)

But then you remember what happened last time. The blood. The screaming. Something suffocating on itself. It was why you left, wasn’t it? You knew better. There was only one thing this life could give you. You were cursed just like that moon. At some point, there would be no more delaying it. It felt right, it felt like home, but when you woke in the morning there was no one left but you.

So in the end, you always kept your mouth clenched shut.

You were trying to be good.

(”Are you loyal to yourself in advance?”)

“Dabi.” You spoke with your own eyes on the water, fixated on the rippling moon. “Can we go?”

“Now?”

You nodded. There was a sudden spark of urgency inside you. You couldn’t stand to be in this place for another second. You were trying to be good now. There was a house waiting for you. For him. You didn't have to go back in there. You could lock yourselves behind those doors and sing until he didn’t remember there was a life before your voice, until his touch burned the blood from your skin and finally made you clean again. You would cling to what you loved until you wasted away or they did, and not a second sooner.

You tilted your head to kiss Dabi’s neck. Just a single, soft smooch. You knew he couldn’t feel it there, but you always did it anyway, leaving a bright red lipstick mark as proof. Mine. If you weren't allowed anything else, this counted as something.

“Want you.” You looked up at him from the crook of his neck. It was the truest thing you said all night. “Please?”

He stared at you. The full force of his sapphire eyes was disarming, like his own siren charm. You could tell that he was studying your face for something. Like he knew there was more to your shifting mood tonight than a bad trip. There was something hidden in your notes—something silent, something off. But you wouldn’t let him hear it. He wouldn’t even tell you his name. He didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to tell him.

“Yeah. Alright.” His stare never wavered, like he was still focused on listening. But when you still wouldn’t give him what he was searching for, he started to move. “They should be back by now.”

He whistled at Apollon and nodded his head toward you. For as much as they didn’t like each other, they’d gotten into a groove. Moving in time with their own routine, at least when it came to you. It was a seamless transition—you barely had the chance to wobble before the weightless feeling of your pet’s Quirk replaced his embrace.

But as soon as Dabi left, you shuttered. It was a jarring shock. The cold seeped into your bones until your limbs were heavy with ice. You cussed with chattering teeth. Apollon floated you back in your chair quick enough, but the cold overshadowed everything. It caused time to start again. How long had you been out here? When did the song change? You didn’t recognize it. The bass thumped in your chest to an ominous rhythm that felt more like a hungry threat. The growl of the inevitable before it swallowed you whole. It was enough to snuff out what little sparks of resistance you were gaining. Instead, they were replaced with a desperate need. You kept saying you didn’t want to be involved, but what good was abstinence when this was your reward? The water kept you safe and secure, but what was the point of safety without warmth?

You were trying to be good, but you were so, so cold.

“You comin’?” Dabi turned to your shivering form. You heard the ghostly echo of a familiar song, refusing to die, whispering with his waiting steps and wrenching itself in the center of your ribs.

(”All I want is, all I want is…”)

“Yeah.” Your voice is a resignation. Out of the cold, but into the dark.

At least he’s a light.

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Submission list

organised by @kindalikerackham (THANK YOU)

This is a list of all of the submissions. It will be updated continuously. Italics are still being decided in the polls, crossed out have been decided on “no”, bold have been decided on “yes”

By character name (or ship name if given)

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal

Alix from Miraculous Ladybug

Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself

Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There

baron draxum and master splinter   rise of the tmnt 2018

Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale

Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect

Beca from Pitch Perfect

Betty and Veronica from Riverdale

Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby from RWBY

Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase

Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1

Chad/Ryan from High School Musical

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men

Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge

Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate

Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High

Dean Winchester

Destiel

Drs House & Wilson from House MD

emma woods/emily dyer from identity v

Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Finn and Poe from Star Wars

Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors

foot clan lieutenant and brute  rise of the tmnt 2018 

Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers

goro majima and kazuma kiryu -  Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue

Hannibal and will from Hannibal tv show

H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond

hypnopotamus and warren stone  rise of the tmnt 2018  

Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

Jade and Bella from Rainbow High

Jade and Tori (Victorious)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series

Janis from Mean Girls

Jeremy and Michael from Be More Chill

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (Netflix)

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (1897)

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug

Julian Bashir and Elim Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Jun and Tatsuya from Persona 2

Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)

kanji/naoto from persona 4

keith and lance from voltron

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

klavier and apollo from ace attorney

L and Light from Death Note

legolas and gimli from lotr

Legoshi and Louis from Beastars

leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken

lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends

Loki from The Loki show

Luca & Alberto from Luca

Luigi and Bowser from the Mario movie

marc and nathaniel from miraculous

Masumi Itachi from blue flag

Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug

Mel and Naomi from Vermonia

merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin

Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco

Mobius and Loki from the Loki show

nana komatsu/nana osaki from nana

narumitsu - Ace Attorney

Naruto and Sasuke

Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim

Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan

Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter

Quentin and Eliot - The Magicians

Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats

Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon

rei and nagisa   from Free!

Sam and Max

Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock

Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock

Shiro and Adam from voltron

shiro and keith from voltron

sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  The Original Series

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  the reboot movies

Sterek  (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)

Steve and Bucky from Captain America

Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)

stiles stilinski from teen wolf

Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!

Superman and Batman from the DCEU

SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)

Sylvie from Loki

Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster

Thomas & Newt from the maze runner

troy barnes and abed nadir from community

wednesday and enid from wednesday

Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss) from Attack on Titan

yu/yosuke from persona 4

Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow

Zoro and sanji - one piece

By Property:

9-1-1 - Buck and Eddie

ace attorney - klavier and apollo

Ace Attorney - narumitsu

Ackley Bridge - Cory and Naveed  

Agent Carter - Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli

Attack on Titan - Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss)  

Batman Telltale - Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe

Beastars - Legoshi and Louis

Be More Chill - Jeremy and Michael

Bend It Like Beckham - Jess/Jules

Black Swan - Nina and Lily

blue flag - Masumi Itachi

Brooklyn 99 - Jake Peralta

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Fuffy (faith and buffy)

Captain America - Steve and Bucky

community - troy barnes and abed nadir

DCEU - Superman and Batman

Dracula (1897) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Dracula (Netflix) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Ever After High - Darling Charming and Apple White  

Free! - Matsuoka rin and haru

Free!-  rei and nagisa 

GetBackers - Ginji Amano & Ban Midou

Glee - Faberry (Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Hannibal (tv) - Hannibal and will

Hawaii 5-0 (2010) - Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams

High School Musical - Chad/Ryan 

House MD - Drs House & Wilson

identity v - emma woods/emily dyer

Kevin Can F**k himself - Allison and Patti

Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon) - Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi

league of legends - Jinx and Lux

Legends of Tomorrow - Zari and Charlie

Loki show - Mobius and Loki

Loki show - Loki

Loki show - Sylvie

lotr - legolas and gimli

Luca - Luca & Alberto

Magnus Chase  - Blitzen and Hearthstone

Mario Movie - Luigi and Bowser

Mean Girls  - Janis

Merlin (BBC) - merthur (merlin and Arthur)

Miraculous Ladybug - Alix

Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka and Rose

Miraculous ladybug - marc and nathaniel

Miraculous ladybug - Max

nana - nana komatsu/nana osaki from

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk

Once Upon a Time - SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan )

one piece - Zoro and sanji

Pacific Rim - Newt and Hermann

Persona 2 - Jun and Tatsuya

persona 4 - yu/yosuke

persona 4 - kanji/naoto

Persona 5 Royal - Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi

Pitch Perfect - Beca

Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe

Quentin and Eliot - the Magicians

Rainbow High - Jade and Bella

Raya and the Last Dragon - Raya & Namaari

Red vs Blue - Grif and Simmons

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - baron draxum and master splinter

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - foot clan lieutenant and brute

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - hypnopotamus and warren stone

Riverdale - Betty and Veronica

Rizzoli&Isles TV series - Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles

RWBY - Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby

Sabikui Bisco - Milo and Bisco

Sam and Max - Sam and Max

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and John Watson

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and Moriarty

Star Trek AOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Trek Beyond - Hikaru Sulu

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Julian Bashir and Elim Garak

Star Trek TOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Wars - Finn and Poe

Supergirl - Supercorp! Lena and Kara

Supernatural - Dean Winchester

Supernatural - Destiel

Tatort Münster - Thiel and Boerne

tatort saarbrücken - leo and adam

Teen Wolf - Sterek  (Stiles and Derek)

teen wolf - stiles stilinski

Terminator Dark Fate - Dani Ramos and Grace

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Sam and Bucky

The Magicians -  Quentin and Eliot

the maze runner - Thomas & Newt

The School of Good and Evil -  sophie and agatha

Vermonia - Mel and Naomi

Victorious - Jade and Tori

Voltron - keith and lance

Voltron - Shiro and Adam

Voltron - shiro and keith

Warehouse 13 - H.G. Wells and Myka Bering

warrior cats -  Ravenpaw and Barely

Warriors - Firestar and Greystripe

wednesday - wednesday and enid

When Marnie Was There - Anna and Marnie

X-Men (any) - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto)

Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku - goro majima and kazuma kiryu

#submission #tournament

[redthreadoffate]

likeevalikeeve’s mini-celebration

so i’m celebrating my 1,050 followers (i know it isn’t much compared to others but hey, i can be happy about it, right?)!

*more under the cut

wasn’t supposed to tag mutuals as to not disturb them, but... here we go! @trumpkinhotboy @angel-cap @everythingnerdyxoxo @mimatosstuff @himetsundere @dutchforstrangers @ri-ships-takari @tangledupblue @earlgreymon @ashandpikachu @singinprincess etc. no worries if you don’t want to participate! this is just a little thing. please tell me if you want to be removed!

as a thank you to those who follow me, and especially my mutuals, i will be accepting requests for any of these (i have the right to refuse though):

celebrities/influencers

anthony mackie x reader

ben hardy x reader

chris evans x reader

sebastian stan x reader

tom holland x reader

william moseley x reader

criminal minds

matt simmons x reader

spencer reid x reader

digimon

mimi tachikawa

hikari yagami

taichi yagami & sora takenouchi

yamato ishida & mimi tachikawa

takeru takaishi & hikari yagami

jianliang lee & ruki makino

koichi kimura

harry potter

george weasley & katie bell

oliver wood x reader

inception

ariadne

arthur & ariadne

eames x reader

law & order: special victims unit

sonny carisi x reader

marvel

bucky barnes x reader

sam wilson x reader

peter parker x reader

the chronicles of narnia

caspian x x reader

edmund pevensie x reader

peter pevensie & eva skye bellamy (*they’re my grandparents’ names, not mine)

top 30 animanga ships

akatsuki no yona - hak & yona

akkuma no riddle - tokaku azuma & haru ichinose

alice 19th - kyo wakamiya & alice seno

*bleach - ichigo kurosaki & orihime inoue

cells at work! - white blood cell & red blood cell

d.n. angel - daisuke niwa & riku harada

devils line - yuki anzai & tsukasa taira

digimon adventure - takeru takaishi & hikari yagami

*fate series - shirou emiya & rin tohsaka

ghost hunt - naru shibuya & mai taniyama

ginban kaleidoscope - pete pumps & tazusa sakurano

harukanaru toki no naka de - tenma morimura & akane motomiya

kamigami no asobi - apollon agana belea & yui kusanagi

kawaii dake ja nai shikimori-san - yuu izumi & micchon shikimori

*kaze no stigma - kazuma yagami & ayano kannagi

kenka bancho otome: girl beats boys - rintaro kira & hinako nakayama

koi to yobu ni wa kimochi warui - ryo amakusa & ichika arima

koroshi ai - ryang-ha song & chateau dankworth

la storia dell arcana famiglia - liberta & felicita

magic knight rayearth - lantis & hikaru shidou & eagle

mahoutsukai no yome - elias ainsworth & chise hotori

marmalade boy - yuu matsuura & miki koishikawa

shin shirayuki-hime densetsu pretear - hayate & himeno awayuki

shintei tantei yakumo - yakumo saito & haruka ozawa

*spy x family - damian desmond & anya forger

*tenkuu no escaflowne - van fanel & hitomi kanzaki

tesla note - kuruma tanaka & botan negoro

*yashahime: princess half-demon - hisui & setsuna

yu yu hakusho - yusuke urameshi & keiko yukimura

zombie-loan - chika akatsuki & michiru kita

(*super selected)

i will also be doing a top 30 + selected prompts thing, though I’m not going to do it everyday. i realized i’m too ambitious, hehe. so I’ll be doing this during my own free time. what i do need help with is which ships and prompts i should write for first; you can fill this form here.

and, another treat for anyone who wants, send me a “meet cute” prompt + a ship/reader insert (listed above) and i’ll write a super mini-fic about it (3-5 sentences). 

and for mutuals! send me a *🐾* and i’ll tell you my super first thought/s about you.

so that’s it! i know this wouldn’t be a big hit but hey, i tried, right? thank you!

#type: eve celebrates #what do i tag here... #you know what let this post be a post by itself

[marchtothefuckingsea]

Spirits in The Rain - Martin - Masterlist (Ongoing)

A short little hurt/comfort angsty series about my favourite character in The Rain, with a twist of soulmate AU and bite sized (under 1k) chapters :) 

x gender neutral reader, soulmate au (soulmark tattoos!)

My Everything Masterlist. 

Word count (As of Chapter 1): 768 Warnings: Injury, canon violence, angsty, reader has some past medical-related trauma. More specific warnings will be at the top of each chapter.

Summary: Reader hasn’t had much luck with groups, or people in general, since the Rain started. When they’re captured by an Apollon facility as a test subject and manage to escape, they stumble upon a group of survivors. The are drawn to one of the members; in particular, a standoffish ex-soldier named Martin. 

Chapter 1 - 768 words

Chapter 2

#The rain #the rain netflix #the rain series #the rain 2019 #the rain fanfiction #the rain martin #the rain martin x reader #martin x reader #the rain simone #simone anderson #rasmus anderson #the rain simone anderson #the rain rasmus #rasmus x reader #rasmus anderson x reader #the rain x reader #the rain x gender neutral reader #x gender netural reader #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #the rain martin x gender neutral reader #martin x gender neutral reader #martin angst #the rain whump #whump #x reader whump #fanfic #fanfiction #netflix series fanfic

[nakunakunomi]

Hi Hazel! How about 🐕 with Apollo from kamigami, please?

yeeeesssss some more Kamigami Q.Q I miss these men, might write something for my main love a little later :3 

🐕 ~ Will they be adopting a pet with s/o? What kind?

Apollon is very good with animals, so if you are not allergic, he would definitely want to get some. He is most fond of dogs, so if you have the room to house a couple of puppies (cause ‘they need a friend (or five)’), be prepared to be snuggled by your man and all the furry friends on the regular. 

Apollon doesn’t mind taking up most of the petcare either, he’ll gladly go for walks and plays with them, but he would love it even more if you were also in for the ride, just because it’s more fun to do things as a family! 

He will definitely get a little pouty if you give the dogs more kisses than you give him. It’s all teasing and in good nature, but don’t forget to kiss your favorite golden retriever personified every once in a while to keep him happy as well. 

--- Join the Valentine’s event! (click)

#kamigami no asobi #apollon x reader #Apollon Agana Belea #Apollon Agana Belea x reader #hazel hearts emojis #mini headcanons #valentine's event #Anonymous

[junjosekaimangalover]

Apollon's Love Confession:

Author's Note: Okay so I'm still working on everything else for this story but something just came to me in my head and I just had to write it down here. I thought of the moments of when they confess their love for you in this story and I couldn't forget this and don't blame me if it's horrible.

( Note: These scenes are going to be in my story but I thought I'd give you guys somethings since you guys really wanted it bad. ) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kamigami No Asobi Fan-Fiction ( I do not own the characters of Kamigami No Asobi and I also don't own the series sadly. ) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Another Author's Note:

I posted this on my Kamigami No Asobi fanfiction and I thought I should post here too so here is Apollon Agana Belea's Confession to you.

Also, if some of this is confusing then I'll redo it.

Enjoy~!

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Apollon's Love Confession:

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It flashed behind me as the lightning cracked at the sky and rain fell on top of us. " ( Y/N_____ )-san......I love you.... " He hugged me tightly than he has ever done before, it was like he was afraid I might have a death experience just now. My heart started racing loud and clear then ever before, it was a whole new feeling that I had never experienced before in my life and my eyes widen a bit. " Wh-What?..." I asked looking over to see his darkened eyes that were leaning over my shoulder and peering down at my face. I had never seen a look like this from Apollon, it was.....concerning and lustful. " I love you! Accept my feelings and I will make you the happiest girl in the world ( Y/N____)-san! " He then went over to the front side of my face and grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into his chest and hugged me tightly again leaning his head down my shoulders. I don't know how to describe it because it was so fast and quick that I couldn't tell how I felt until his hands tightened once again. His eyes lightened as his arms snaked around my waist, he felt so......warm, kind and gentle now than he was a few moments ago. " Apollon-san......how long have you felt like this? " I asked lifting his head off of my shoulders and gazing upon his blue eyes. " Ever since I saw the vision of you before you came.... " He confessed. " Apollon-san.....I.....that makes me so happy that you care for me in that way. " I smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and he kissed back passionately. By the time we were finished we were soaking wet by the rain.  

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Sorry for the shortness of this chapter but here is what was from my other Kamigami No Asobi fanfiction and I hope you enjoyed it.

#kamigami no asobi #apollon agana belea #apollon x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #imagines #oneshots

[rottendollface]

Warning.

My age: 22 y.o.

Your age: no minors, only 18+.

I can (and will) write dark things, like yandere, stalking, violence, CNC, etc., because I'm interested in the motives and psychology of any sorts of violence, and by my writing I'm explaining it. Almost everything you read in my fics is described from the side of a mentally ill (psychopath) character and should be greeted with criticism. Please understand that this dynamic isn't normal in real life, and I write it because: 1) It's my page; 2) I like these genres and types of characters, such a way of art have the right to exist. It doesn't mean that I would like to repeat it outside my posts, and I don't urge you to repeat it, as well. It can be anything here, don't read me if you are uncomfortable.

About me

ENFP-clown, aquarius and dead inside. I love memes, stupid jokes and live in endless spooktober 🕯️🎃👻 My first serious crushes were Valtor from 'Winx' and Ben Drowned, so yeah, it says a lot. English is my second language, please bear with me.

AO3 page.

Characters I write for

Genshin Impact: Childe Tartaglia (Ajax), Zhongli, Rosaria, Kamisato Ayato, Wriothesley, Dottore, Pierro, Capitano.

Honkai Star Rail: Argenti, Blade, Dan Heng (+ Imbibitor Lunae), Veritas Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard Landau, Luocha, Sampo, Welt Yang.

Kamigami no Asobi: Hades Aidoneus, Apollon Agana Belea, Balder Hringhorni, Thoth Caduceus.

Uta no Prince-sama: Reiji Kotobuki, Camus, Ittoki Otoya, Ren Jinguji, Kira Sumeragi, Seiichiro Jinguji.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Kyoya Hibari, Xanxus, Squalo Superbi, Byakuran.

Shingeki no Kyojin: Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith, Zeke Jaeger.

Dead by Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak), The Mastermind (Albert Wesker).

Mystic Messenger: Jumin Han, Choi Saeyoung (707), Choi Saeran (Ray, Unknown), Kim Yoosung.

Boyfriend to Death: Strade, Ren Hana.

Mortal Kombat 1 (12): Shang Tsung, Sub-Zero (Bi-Han), Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Mileena, Sindel.

Lurking for Love: Jacob Alden.

I can write for your fav characters, but on this guys I have personal headcanons and ideas 👻

My preferences

🥀 this section can be updated 🥀

I write dark content mostly, and the biggest part of my fics is about any sorts of violence of a certain character over reader (it may be hidden or depicted graphically).

I like: drama (between character and reader or reader and society, etc.), mysticism (including all the forms of paranormal activities and devilry), dark, horror, body horror, ABO system, physical and psychological violence, sexual violence, surrealism, mental disorders, status difference, age difference (only with younger reader/older character), patriarchal and heteronormative relationships dynamic, misogyny, femdom, mommy kink.

I don't like it, but I can write it (no guarantees that the result will be good): fluff, healthy relationships (of any kind), rivals to lovers, enthusiastic consent, service top/power bottom, enemy mine, soulmates, domestic fics.

I won't write it: male reader (I'm not educated enough in it), scat, diaper fetish, genitals torture, character x character, heavy necrophilia (excluding zombies), cuckolding, manipulations with urethra, sugar mommy, zoophilia (excluding monsters), FWB, harem (reverse harem included).

Tools

To edit pictures I use: Meitu, GlitchCam, Mirror Lab.

To find pictures I use: Pinterest, Twitter (ecchi_aesth, tasteful_ecchi, tasteful_manga).

To create playlists: SoundCloud.

To find music: SoundCloud, YouTube, VK.

Favourite picrew: tap, tap.

Masterlist

Genshin Impact

Wriothesley

Guilty.

Dottore | Zandik

Prayer.

Childe Tartaglia | Ajax

Sons of Sin;

The Horror of Our Love;

Sugar storm;

I still dream about her;

Delirium;

Freezing Moon;

The Alien;

The Hunger Games AU pt.1;

Happy violence;

Jar O' Kinks Headcanons.

Zhongli | Morax

Dollhouse;

Uncut bijou;

Autocrat;

Remember me.

Venti | Barbatos

Eros.

Rosaria

Be my sacrifice.

Dainsleif

Agape;

Do Angels Never Cry and Heaven Never Fall?

Diluc Ragnvindr

Antihero.

Kaeya Alberich

Antihero.

Uta no Prince-sama

Kotobuki Reiji

Spotlight.

Boyfriend to Death

Strade

Like Home.

Lurking for Love

Jacob Alden

Pots of Kinks.

Mortal Kombat

Smoke

Smoke Relationship Headcanons.

#masterlist

[twilightdruig]

why did it have to be me?

pairing: bill weasley x fem!reader, slight ron weasley x fem!reader

summary: (part 2 of mamma mia! series) after y/n’s intimate night with ron, she’s off to greece in search for her destiny and future. too bad she misses her boat.

warnings: mamma mia!au, muggle!au, alludes to sex, reader has mommy issues

words: 1.8k

a/n: unedited!! , this is the second part of the mamma mia! series, next is sam aka donna’s 3rd lover. hope you enjoyed this!

y/n successfully snuck out of the small hotel room of ron weasley. the two shared an intimate night only a few hours ago and here she was leaving for greece.

she arrived at the pier, met with a short, bald man who was checking for their tickets.

“hey” she slid her ticket and id into the booth he was sitting in. he looked very uninterested and drowsy.

she sighed before the ticket man inspected her ticket and id. “you grew your hair. it’s longer now.” he bellowed with a french accent. it reminded her of fleur a bit who was full french.

“it is a bit. yeah.” she sighs, looking back at the boat she was supposed to be in “we could totally talk about that but, um, i’m kind of in a hurry. the ferry leaves any time now and this trip’s very important, you see—“

“i prefer it shorter.” he retorted.

the ferry departing the dock now. y/n felt as though her destiny was departing with it.

the ticketman stamps her ticket and gives it back to her. before he knows it she was running, trying to catch the boat who wasn’t at the dock anymore.

“wait! wait!” she cried out, not caring about half of her wardrobe falling out of her trunk “please! don’t. oh, god!” she dropped her baggage and felt like she wanted to drop dead as well.

she was about to before she heard another person behind her.

“this is great.” she turned around to be met with yet another ginger man. this one was tall, had a few scars on his face, had a (what looked like) a shark tooth necklace and a black earring. “i’m just gonna follow you everywhere. by the end of the day, i’ll have a whole new wardrobe.” he laughed.

this brightened up her mood a little bit. this man, quite attractive as well, holding multiple of her clothing items and was laughing.

“i don’t think that’ll suit you” she tilted her head and giggled.

“oh trust me, love. i can make this work” he winked before trying to put her clothes ; specifically a two piece top, on his muscular body. he was different from ron. he may have been ginger as well but this one looked cool, earring, long hair, leather — no, snake skin? boots, he was lanky and almost the exact opposite from ron.

“ugh,” she groaned “i really wanted to catch that ferry”

“i’m sure there’ll be another one tomorrow” he assured.

“thanks.” she turned her head back to him while smiling sarcastically.

he jumped to another boat. a private one. y/n wondered, maybe this was his. he wouldn’t mind taking her to wherever she was going right?

“right, uh… but what would be really great… today, not tomorrow… is if, uh, somewhere in this harbor there was a guy.” she tested the waters.

“young, tall, dashingly handsome?” he interjected.

“he’s probably passive-looking, but… he has a boat.” she continued.

“and a couple days free before he takes part in a sailing race.” he was swinging by one of the ropes now.

“so maybe, maybe. he can take me where i want to go?” she urged, rolling on the balls of her feet.

“he’d love to” he consented, grinning.

“but, the… um, sad fact is… this-this isn’t my boat; i just wanted to impress you” he finally stood still, trying to act serious, until he chuckled.

“oh, okay” she was about to turn around and leave, before she even got to that she heard fits of laughter coming from the man.

“i’m kidding!” he waved his hands in the air “hop on, i’m bill”

she scoffed and laughed. she jumped on the boat, put down her things and tried to get comfy.

bill led her to where the beds were. “i actually have an elderly relative on the island who helped me buy this beauty.”

she nodded as he explained.

“well, it certainly is a beauty” she ran her hand over the details of the small boat.

“thank you” he pretended to tip a hat.

“well, there are two beds down here. unfortunately, one’s a little bit… full” he gestured to the certainly full bed against one side of the small room.

“huh… convenient” she rolled her eyes.

“well i’m lucky this trip isn’t long enough for you to shatter my heart into pieces” he teased.

“ugh” she moaned “i get it. i’m attractive and charming” she winked.

he paused before talking again “you’re one of them” he smiled.

her face contorted into a look of confusion “one of who?”

“there are two,” he put two fingers up “kinds of seducer.”

he paused again, “first doesn’t actually like women, so he wants to assert his power and dominance over them. second one, far, far more dangerous, is the guy who falls in love every morning just to fall out of love the next.”

she chuckled at his explanation.

“but as you run away, you tell her you’re the one in pain and she’s just too much for you to handle” he smirked.

y/n was trying to tidy up the bed she will supposedly sleep in.

before she could actually get any work done bill pulled her back up to the deck.

“bill!” she exclaimed then giggled excitedly.

bill played some music on his radio before the two started dancing on deck. technically, he told her to while he steered to wherever they were going.

multiple minutes or hours passed. she couldn’t tell how long it has been. she had been talking and giggling with him for way too long.

what y/n was unaware of is that her most recent ginger boy toy (before george) was on the harbor trying to catch the boat he thought she was on.

ron rushed the ticket man to scan his ticket and check his id. “your hair. it’s short now”

“well… yes, i had to cut it for work” he politely smiled, slightly shaking from nervousness “uhm… i wonder, could you hurry up a bit? uh, you see i’ve followed a girl all the way from paris. she wrote me a note. a very kind note… saying goodbye.” he sighed.

when the ticketman didn’t reply, he continued “but, when you’ve found the only girl you’re ever gonna love, it’s gotta be worth one more try! don’t you think?”

“it’s better short” the ticketman returned his things. ron ran off to the edge only to find the boat far from the pier.

ron felt helpless. he really liked loved this woman. he really thought he had a chance with her.

back to the boat where y/n and bill were bonding, “you’re really funny, you know that?” she complimented, “and you’re very attractive… and charming” he complimented her back.

“listen… we only just met”

their faces grew hot and they were nearing each other’s, noses bumping against one another, just about to kiss until a faint yell was heard from a distance.

“hey! help!” they heard a masculine voice who sounded like they were drowning.

“do you hear that?” she pushed him away.

“what? no. that was um.. a seagull now, where were we?” he pulled her close to his chest once more.

“anyone on that boat?! help!!” the voice yelled again.

“there it was again!” she pushed his chest to see where the gurgled voice was coming from.

he groaned “we’re coming!!”

“hi!” y/n greeted. she found a man on a still boat.

“just checking to see you’re not in danger, which you’re obviously not, so… we’ll be off” he tried tugging her arm but she wouldn’t budge.

“uh.. my engine is not working” the man gestured to the non moving vehicle.

“oh, that is bad luck” bill scratched his head “i-i’ll radio someone for someone to come and help. they should be along soon.”

“bill.”

“please, please!” the man pleaded “there is a woman waiting for me on main land. her family, they not want her to marry simple man like alexio. they want rich man. ugly, big, fat, mole but rich.” he frowned “but she… she want me. and i love her with all my heartness” he smiled at the thought of his lover “please help, kind sir and beautiful lady”

y/n laughed “well obviously we’re doing this” she turned to bill.

they turned back to alexio “yes” they said at the same time.

they sailed for a few minutes until the saw dry land and a few people waiting on it. men in suits and a lady in a white wedding dress.

“i see them. okay, everyone, we’re nearly—“

“apollonia!!” alexio yelled, cutting off bill’s sentence.

bill went to speak up again until alexio jumped off the boat “apollonia!!!” he yelled again.

“woah!” bill was surprised by the man jumping off. y/n was just laughing on the floor.

“what are you doing? we could get you closer” bill roared with laughter.

“if you love someone, you’re willing to die for them!” his voice was gurgled as he might’ve swallowed water.

“apollonia” he yelled again.

“alexio?!” she turned around “alexio!” she started running to the edge of the pier, ready to jump off.

“aah! apollon..!” his head dunked underwater.

“he’s just swallowed a big mouthful of water, but the basic point he’s trying to make is that he loves you!” bill screamed for alexio.

“what?” she screamed back.

“he loves you!” both y/n and bill yelled. both of their throats getting sore.

“apollonia!” alexio screamed for the umpteenth time.

apollonia jumped into the water in her wedding dress, trying to swim to her unrequited lover.

faint and distant ‘apollonia!’s and ‘apollonia no!’s came from the men in suits she was previously with.

“apollonia!”

“alexio!”

“oh god, i don’t think she can swim either” he began to take his own shirt off.

“well, she’s wearing a dress”

bill couldn’t hear her when he already jumped in the water to save the couple.

bill dropped them off at the second nearest dry land, away from apollonia’s relatives.

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sooner or later, they arrived at y/n’s destination. the island of kalokairi.

“hey,” bill grabbed her attention once more “you sure you’re okay here?”

“yeah” she smiled at him “i’ll be fine”

“i’ll come back after the race” he reassured her “although it wouldn’t be for a few weeks, but i do promise to come back.”

“look at this place” she gushed “it’s so beautiful”

“it is, yeah.” they admired their surroundings while nearing where bill would drop off y/n.

“what? what’s wrong?” she noticed his expression.

“storm’s coming” he murmured. this worried herself. but all that worried faded when she noticed the clear sky.

“shut up, it’s a clear sky” she rolled her eyes.

“trust me,” he paused “actually, don’t”

“but i know i’m right. i’ll still be fine. i got a very good feeling.”

“bye, bill” she hopped off the boat, dragging her trunk on the wooden floor.

“see you soon, yeah?”

“yeah. thanks a lot too!”

“anytime, love” they waved at each other until bill was out of sight.

#bill weasley #bill weasley x reader #harry potter #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley one shot #bill weasley x you #bill weasley fic #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley fluff

[bakakugo]

in progress

- deadly adoration, yandere shigaraki! thanatos x reader

Had the Fates been kinder, had they rid him of the shackles of his domain, his heart wouldn't have crumbled to dust under the pressing weight of eternity. With cruel apathy he'd learned to roam the earth bestowing as much mercy on his subjects as it was once bestowed upon him. None.

They cling to his drapes as they lower their heads before him- did they think begging would make the Fates look the other way? As if he hadn't tried and tried and tried until his knees were bleeding and Olympus was stained with his divinity. At this point, he has grown accustomed to leaving ruin in his wake and he was beyond tired of staining his hands, why should he bear this alone?

In search of a mortal to damn, Shigaraki realised he wasn't the only god generous enough to bestow his gift upon humans. Enter Persephone kissed you, the ending of his eternal winter. Another soul to take, certainly, but you’d be kept in his clutches, never to greet your goddess in the Underworld.

-follow your fire, yandere shoto! apollon x reader! icarus

perhaps you flew too close to the beaming light on purpose, perhaps you thought if you destroyed yourself he wouldn’t get the chance to. but he’d tear the world apart and bring about the end to the gods above before he’d ever let you feel the flames.

#bnha #bnha smut #bnha yandere #wip #work in progress #requests open

[revolutionnaire-farouche]

When the party's over (Enjolras x Reader)

I don't own the gif!

Warnings: None!

Summary: Modern!AU Enjolras takes care of you when you drink too much in a party.

Notes: I hope you enjoy this one. And Happy New Year to everyone. ♥️

It was holidays, and everyone was free at last...from college. At least for some time. So Grantaire wanted to celebrate this with a gather. Well, it started with a gather, but it ended up with way more people than just your friends and you, and with a huge party taking place in the apartment he share with Enjolras.

When you arrived with Cosette, Musichetta, and Eponine, you were clearly shocked about how many people were really there, and you spend some minutes looking for your friends.

When you finally found them, they were already drinking and joking around, but when they saw you, they were quickly to greet you. Everyone was laughing a lot. Except Enjolras, who looked kind of pissed actually, but you thought that it was surely because of all the people in his house. But he probably attended anyway because he wanted to look after his friends. His serious face was your weakness, but even if you unconsciously stared at him, you distract yourself talking with the others.

Grantaire invited you to take some shots, and you gladly accepted. But at some point you didn't notice, you forgot how many shots you drink, and everything was getting a little fuzzy.

Enjolras was now standing against a wall, watching after the rest of you. Grantaire was now doing shots with Courfeyrac, and Combeferre and Feuilly were with them, looking. Cosette and Marius were in the couch talking, and doing they usual couple stuff. Eponine, Joly, Bossuet, Musichetta, Jehan and Bahorel were laughing at one side. But what was weird for him, is that he didn't saw you with them, and he knew you always stayed with Eponine and Musichetta at this kind of parties. Then he remembered how you were drinking, which made him worried, so without thinking about it twice, he started looking for you between all the people.

After a few of minutes, he finally saw you. You were talking with two guys he didn't recognized, and they seemed kind of flirty, and you seemed really drunk. After watching the scene sometime, he decided he wouldn't let you alone in that state, so he approached you.

"Hey, Y/N, I..." He politely said, looking at you, but also giving glares to the men that were with you. But he was interrupted because when you saw him, you really feel like hugging him, so you did it, and before he could notice, you were wraping your arms around his waist, and hiding your face on his chest. You normaly enjoyed his company, and now that you had a few of drinks, you were delighted to see him.

"Hi, Enjy!" You said joyfully, to which Enjolras couldn't hide a smile, he thought it sounded really cute. But the other two guys were glaring at him.

"You're ok?" He asked you while softly hugging you back.

"Yup. I never been better." You break te hug to look at him, but you wobbled a bit.

"Watch out." Enjolras said while grabbing you by your back, before you fell.

"Thank you, mon beau" You answered chuckling. Putting one of your arms around his waist. But all the sudden shake made you felt kind of sick. "Uhm...Enj?"

"What happened?" He gave you a worried look.

"I'm not feeling so good right now" You frowned while looking at the floor.

"Shit. Right. Take deep breathes, and we're going to walk slowly, ok?" You nod at him, as he hold you tighter. You were focusing in your breath, so you let Enjolras guide you.

You left your two friends behind, while they were staring at Enjolras for taking you away. He pass through the people with you by his side. Until he got the hallway where Grantaire's bedroom, and his bedroom were. He went in front of the door of Grantaire's bedroom, because it was the closest one. When he knocked, one familiar voice quickly answered "Sorry, it's taken!" followed by little female laugh you also knew.

"That's Marius?" You said while you were still feeling sick.

"I don't really want to know" He started walking again, this time to his room. He knocked before getting in, because he didn't want to see something weird inside, but when nobody answered, he entered with you, leaving the door open behind. He let you go for a second to take away some books that were over the bed, leaving them over his desk.

"You can rest here while I get you some water, ok?" He softly grabbed your hand again, guiding you to his bed.

"Sure..." You sat, but you quickly let yourself lay in bed, and you took a few more deep breathes.

"You're comfortable?" Enjolras said while walking towards the door.

"Yeah, nice bed" You smile, but you quickly noticed that you felt like the room was spinning now, so you just close your eyes really thight.

"I'm going to get you some water, you want anything else?" He said, now standing on the door, but when he looked at you he noticed that you had your eyes closed. "You are ok?"

"Some water would be great, actually. And yeah, I'm great, don't worry, mon Apollon." You opened one of your eyes, to see him, and you gave him a smile.

He gave you another smile, as he left the room to get to the kitchen again. Those were a lot of petnames for him coming from you, and everytime you called him with a new one, he slightly blushed, but being blushed because of you was nothing new for him. When he got to the living room, everyone was already really drunk, Grantaire was dancing with Courfeyrac over the table, and Eponine was recording them, and all the others were around them, cheering. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. On his way back, a few of girls tried to dance with him, but he dissmiss them, because he was taking care of you.

When he returned, you were in the same position, but now covering your eyes with your arm.

"I'm back. Do you want me to turn off the lights and leave just the hallway's light?" You slowly sat on bed, and Enjolras handed you the water.

"You just read my mind" You chuckled while opening the water bottle, taking a few sips.

Enjolras turn off the lights, and he left the door open.

"You're feeling better?" He sat next to you, giving you a caring look.

"Well, the room is spinning slower, so that's a good sign I think" Enjolras laughed to that sentence, and seeing his smile made you feel even better.

"Yeah, I think that's a good sign."

He noticed goosebumps in your arms, so he softly touched it. "Hey, you're cold?"

"Yes, kind of, but it's nothing" You shrugged while talking another sip of water. But Enjolras got up, and walk towards his closet. And after some minutes searching, he grabbed one of his red hoodies.

"Put on this, it will make you feel better" He said while he sat next to you, now in the other side of the bed, and he handed you his hoodie.

"Oh, thank you, Enjy" You giggle while grabbing the hoodie, and you tried to put it on, but you got stuck halfway. "Uhhh...Can you help me? I'm trapped, don't laugh"

"Sure" Enjolras bit to hide a laugh, as he helped you put on the hoodie, when you finally had it on, your hair was tousled, which made him laugh even more, as he tried to brush the hairs out of your face with his hands.

"Enj, you don't really have do stay with me, you know that, right?" You said softly, because you were feeling a little guilty about having someone to take care of you in a party.

"I know it, but I'm not going to leave you feeling sick. Now get some rest, yeah? When you wake up tomorrow you have water on the bedside table" He left a few more caresses in your hair, while you made yourself comfortable again in the bed.

"Ugh, you're so perfect" You said with a smile, while looking at him, seeing a obvious blush over his cheeks. It was clear that you still drunk. "I could watch those blushed cheeks all day"

"Thanks, really. But get some rest" He said smiling, trying to ignore how hot his face was.

"Sûr. Bonne nuit, mon trésor" You muttered, before closing your eyes.

After a few of minutes while Enjolras was caressing your hair, you were already asleep. Once he was sure you were asleep, he left a kiss on your forehead, and he slowly got up from the bed, walking towards the door.

"Fais de beaux rêves, ma chérie" He said with a smile, before leaving.

#enjolras #les mis #les miserables #enjolras imagine #enjolras x reader #les amis #les mis imagine #les miserables imagine #enjolras fanfiction #aaron tveit x reader

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Our tournament conestants

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal

Alix from Miraculous Ladybug

Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself

Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There

baron draxum and master splinter   rise of the tmnt 2018

Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale

Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect

Beca from Pitch Perfect

Betty and Veronica from Riverdale

Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men

Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge

Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate

Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High

Dean Winchester

Destiel

Drs House & Wilson from House MD

emma woods/emily dyer from identity v

Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Finn and Poe from Star Wars

Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors

foot clan lieutenant and brute  rise of the tmnt 2018  

Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers

goro majima and kazuma kiryu -   Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue

H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond

Jade and Bella from Rainbow High

Jade and Tori (Victorious)

Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series

Janis from Mean Girls

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug

Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)

kanji/naoto from persona 4

keith and lance from voltron

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

klavier and apollo from ace attorney

L and Light from Death Note

Legoshi and Louis from Beastars

leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken

lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends

Loki from The Loki show

marc and nathaniel from miraculous

Masumi Itachi from blue flag

Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug

Mel and Naomi from Vermonia

merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin

Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco

Mobius and Loki from the Loki show

narumitsu - Ace Attorney

Naruto and Sasuke

Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim

Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan

Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter

Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats

Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon

rei and nagisa   from Free!

Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock

Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock

Shiro and Adam from voltron

sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  the reboot movies

Sterek  (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)

Steve and Bucky from Captain America

Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)

stiles stilinski from teen wolf

Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!

Superman and Batman from the DCEU

SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)

Sylvie from Loki

Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster

Thomas & Newt from the maze runner

troy barnes and abed nadir from community

wednesday and enid from wednesday

yu/yosuke from persona 4

Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow

Zoro and sanji - one piece

IT CURRENTLY LOOK SLIKE PRELIMINARIES ARE WINNING THE CURRENT POLL. This would mean that there will be randomised polls of two or three ships battling it out for one of the 32 spots on our tournament

[ivyimdiaries]

Les roses de la déesse ( Wonho x Aphrodite) OS

Fandom: Monsta x

Pairing : Wonho ( Lee Hoseok) X aphrodite ( Reader) 

genre: Fluff, mythologique, one shot

mots:  1238

note:  Petit One shot fait pour ma Meilleur amie comme petite histoire avant de dormir, j’espère que cela plaira à certains d’entre vous.  

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Aphrodite soupira dans son trône d'or fleuri de roses blanche, elle avait la tête dans sa paume de main, regardant autour d'elle, un nombre d'humains qui bien sur ne la voyait pas, la prier et louer des désirs et des envies. 

La jeune déesse n'en avait que faire de piètre gueux qui lui demandaient l'amour, elle en avait marre, elle était la déesse de l'amour mais elle n'était pas cupidon. Elle ne supportait pas non plus toutes les jeunes femmes qui la suppliaient de leurs trouver un bel époux. La journée allait être très longue pour la jeune femme, elle grimaça d'ennuis et entrepris d'entrelacer ses cheveux d'un blond étincelant et de comme toujours les embellir de magnifiques roses blanches. Le temps passa lentement, il faisait pratiquement nuit et il n'y avait plus personne, elle se leva, faisant le tour de son temple et de ses offrandes, venant même à en grignoter quelques unes. Des bruits de pas se firent entendre et la jeune femme sous forme humaine visible, se cacha rapidement derrière son trône, elle se pencha légèrement entendant une voix s'élever, surement encore un gueux venu lui demander un grief. 

"Ma chère et tendre déesse, Apollon m'a accordé le fardeau de la  beauté mais.. Elles ne m'aiment toutes que pour ça, déesse de mes songes aidez moi..j'aimerais qu'elles ne tombent plus amoureuses de moi pour mon physique..laisse moi tomber amoureux d'une douce jeune femme comme vous ma déesse qui m'aimera pour moi même je vous en supplie. "

La jeune femme avait les yeux écarquillés, voilà une situation bien cocasse, c'était bien la première fois qu'elle entendait cela. Elle ne pouvait bien sur pas empêcher ses jeunes femmes de tomber amoureuses du jeune homme, qu'à l'heure actuelle elle ne pouvait pas observé mais son cas l'intriguait.

"j'ai pour vous ma déesse une sérénade de mon amour éternel..je n'ai rien à vous offrir à par ma voix.. " 

La voix du jeune homme s'éleva dans le temple, douce, belle et chaude. La déesse s'était laissé glisser contre la pierre, doucement, écoutant avec attention celui ci, elle ferma même les yeux. La voix du  jeune homme lui donnait bien trop de frissons, elle souriait doucement aux paroles de celui ci. 

"Nous nous sommes rencontrés pour nous aimer, ce jour là, dans cette  endroit, comme c'était le destin"

Doucement la voix du jeune homme s'éteignit et la déesse soupira doucement dans un sourire, jamais auparavant un humain ne lui avait offert tant de sincérité et provoqué autant d'intérêt en elle. Elle entendit des pas s'évanouirent dans la nuit et elle sortit de sa cachette, regardant la sortie, elle ne l'avait pas vu mais souhaitais de tout cœur qu'elle pourrait le revoir. Le lendemain soir comme à chaque fois, elle se faisait un petit festin lorsqu'elle entendu du bruit, elle se cacha à nouveau comme la veille, c'était le jeune homme, il était revenu, lui chanter la sérénade, faisant sourire encore un peu plus la déesse qui s'endormit presque mais fut réveillée par la voix douce du jeune homme.

"j'aimerai vous parler ma déesse… On va me marier de force, elle est bien sur très belle mais sa beauté n'a d'égale que sa cupiditée...dans un mois je serai marié à elle.. Mais ce n'est pas l'élu de mon cœur, j'en suis sur…je viendrais vous chanter tous les soirs ma déesse même si je sais que cela sera surement en vins. Je viendrais pour vous parler… "

Le jeune homme était déjà repartie, elle soupira, le pauvre avait une vie compliquée, il devait être vraiment beau pour que les femmes lui cours après et son envie de voir son visage augmenta de jours en jours. Il venait tous les soirs et en cachette, elle l'écoutait raconter ses périples, elle avait parfois envie de rire avec lui, même de pleurer. Elle ressentait un certain sentiment pour lui, quelque chose de fort, la déesse de l'amour s'autoriserait-elle à tomber amoureuse d'un humain ? Elle secoua la tête cachée derrière sa statuette, ses mains passèrent dans sa tresse pour essayer de déstresser mais pourquoi l'était elle ? A cause de lui ? Elle grogna contre elle même, observant les roses de sa chevelure qui avec le temps avait passé de blanc éclatant au rose. Il n'y avait pas de doute, son cœur avait été envoûté par la voix de ce jeune bellâtre. Celui ci ne tarda pas mais il était en retard, il était essoufflé, il avait couru. 

"Ma déesse.. Demain on me mari contre mon gré.. Ce soir je vais fuir, je vous prie de veiller sur moi si vous le pouvez…j'espère que vous me comprendrez, je suis amoureux de l'amour et non pas d'une simple femme…" 

Il ricana légèrement ce qui fit sourire la déesse.

"je suis peut être amoureux de vous ma déesse, si belle, pur et douce… Mais vous êtes divine et je ne suis qu'un simple humain fort et vaillant.. Bien.. Je pars, adieu ma déesse.." 

Le jeune homme commença à partir vers la sortie du temple, son sac sur le dos, la jeune déesse sortie de sa cachette, hésitant quelques secondes, son regard se tourna vers lui. 

" Ta déesse t'accordera ce que tu souhaites jeune homme.. "

Celui ci se figea et se retourna les yeux ahuris, elle pu pour la première fois, plongé son regard dans le sien et observer son corps des plus divin. Même Apollon lui même en serait jaloux, la jeune déesse se sentit rougir sous son regard illuminé et tendre. Celui s'approcha lentement d'elle, n'en croyant pas ses yeux de voir une telle beauté dans cette endroit et bien sur la représentation parfaite d'Aphrodite qu'il aimait temps. Il n'était qu'à trente centimètres et la jeune femme lui souriait doucement, elle était subjuguée, totalement sous le charme de cet être qui ne semblait pas humain. 

"Ma déesse ?.. Est ce bien vous ?" 

Sa main se tendit vers la joue de celle ci, l'effleurant doucement, elle accueilla son geste et posa sa main sur la sienne, une douce chaleur prenant par de leurs corps, il pu observer les roses de ses cheveux prendre une teinte rouge écarlate.

"Ma douce déesse….ce que je souhaite plus que tout, c'est qu'il n'y ai que vous qui m'aimiez...parce que je ne veux que vous.." 

Elle lui souriait tendrement ses joues rougissait à vu d’œil, son cœur battait fort dans sa poitrine. 

"Je ne connais pas ton nom mon tendre…mais je t'ai attendu ici, tous les soirs pour que tu me parles. Je t'accorderais ton souhait contre une condition.."

Le jeune homme retenait son souffle, sa main caressant encore la joue de la déesse qui ferma les yeux. Il se rapprocha doucement, réduisant considérablement la distance entre eux, leurs corps n'étaient qu'à quelques centimètres et celui ci posa sa main prudemment sur la taille fine de la jeune femme. 

"Je suis Hoseok votre serviteur..je ferais tout pour vous.."

Elle ouvrit lentement les yeux, les plongeant dans ceux d'Hoseok. Il avait l'impression de voir l'océan dans ses iris et c'était magnifique. Leurs cœurs battaient à l'unisson et la jeune déesse passa lentement ses bras autour du cou de son bien aimé, approchant avec douceur son visage du sien.

"Hoseok...je souhaite que tu n'aimes que moi éternellement et en échange, je t'aimerai aussi..mon amour.." 

Un sourire prit place sur le visage du jeune homme qui sépara la distance entre leurs lèvres et scella leurs souhait.

"je te le promet ma déesse.." 

#wonho #Monstax #leehoseok #monsta x fanfic #wonho fanfic #Aphrodite #imagine monsta x #mx #kpopfanfic #Monstax Fluff #fluff

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Other Pairing/No Pairing Drabbles 001-100

They are all in order from highest word count to lowest. Everything is under the cut.

23 fics total

🥵 = smutty goodness 😏 = implied smut 🥰 = fluffy sweetness 🥺 = angsty heartache 🙂 = neither fluffy nor angsty

Word Count: ~900

🥰 Bow and Arrow of Apollon // Summary: All you want to do is kill some monsters and solve some mysteries. Sam and Dean want that too.

🥰 Double Trouble // Summary: Your two best friends tease you about the things you hate. 

🥰 First Con Jitters // Summary: You have never been to a convention before, even after getting a role on Supernatural. When the time comes, you panic about people not liking you but the cast is there for you. 

🥰 Supernatural Ringtone // Summary: When Dean sees your phone lying around, he knows just the prank to pull on you.

🙂 Muller and Jackson // Summary: The story of how you met Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: ~800

🙂 Nerf Wars // Summary: You challenge the two best hunters to a nerf war. 

Word Count: ~600

🙂 Team Free Will 2.0 // Charlie Bradbury x Reader // Summary: You were never sure about your place with Team Free Will, but luckily, you have them to help you figure it out.

Word Count: ~500

🥺 I Love You // Summary: You just had to talk to them one last time.

🥺 Messengers of Death // Summary: you’re a reaper in training, and you’ve just been called to the biggest job a reaper will ever get: to reap a Winchester soul.

🥺 To The Rescue // Summary: Sam and Dean look to you to save them no matter what, and you’re going to do whatever it takes to do just that.

Word Count: ~400

🥰 Finding Comfort // Request: Drabble: Sam and Dean come home one day and find a wolf pup (that’s reader) and they have nurse her back to health (had to get this one out of my head)

🙂 What If You Have Anxiety? // Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester help you out with your anxieties differently, but neither come up short in the love department.

🙂 What If… You Had ADHD? // Summary: Your family helps you overcome your ADHD

🙂 What If… You Got A Belly Button Piercing? // Summary: You try to keep your new piercing a secret from your family knowing that they will freak out about it. What happens when they found out?

🙂 A New Adventure // Summary: You’re a respected Goddess, but it’s time for a new adventure after millions of years doing the same thing every single time.

Word Count: ~300

🥰 Need Them Both // Request: Drabble: reader doesn’t feel good after her vaccine shot, so she watches Criminal Minds s1 with Sam & Dean.

🙂 You Shot Me! // Summary: The one where Dean accidentally shoots you trying to hunt a monster.

🥰 Excitement // Request: Drabble: reader is a wolf and she opens her presents and leave a wrapping paper mess in the bunker

🙂 What If You Can See Angels and Demons True Forms? // Summary: Sam and Dean take care of you when you realize you can see angels and demon’s true forms.

🙂 What If You Came Out? // Summary: You’re scared to come out to your big brothers that you’re a lesbian, but when you do, you realize there had been nothing to fear.

🙂 What If… You Turned Into A Werewolf? // Summary: When the worst thing to ever happen, happens to you, you’re fearful that your brothers will kick you out.

🙂 What If… You Were The Middle Child? // Summary: You’ve always lived in the shadows of your brothers, and you were never good enough. It’s time to show them you’ve got what it takes.

🙂 Loyal To Them // Summary: Hell rejected you for being different. Maybe if you convince Sam and Dean you’re good, then they won’t turn out like everyone you’ve ever known. maybe they’ll accept you for who you are.

Word Count: ~200

🥵 Their Little Play Thing // Anael x Reader x Ruby // Summary: Anael and Ruby have plans for you for the whole entire night.

🥰 Tower of Terror // Jo Harvelle x Reader // Summary: The one where you get Jo on a ride she hates.

🙂 What If You Have Older Half-Brothers? // Summary: You discover you have two older half-brothers from your dad. You decide to finally meet them.

#no pairing #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #supernatural masterlist #spn

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Chapter 1 Preview: Arrival In The Middle!?

Zeus's POV: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " I need another human to teach basic quality human social interaction and how the human race lives to teach here at this academy than just Yui Kusanagi but how will I decide on who is the perfect match to do so? " Zeus sat on his throne while pondering  his thoughts while looking into his portal that leads into the human world and gazing upon other humans who are just going on about their day unnoticed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " Hello!? Is anybody here!? " I yelled but there was no response. I walked down the hallways thinking what an amazing place this building was. All of the designs on the on the tile floors and the walls of the building were suns, all over them. My guess was the sun designs meant the meaning of light and learning on them, I walked down slowly in the hallways admiring the garden and the hallways. I then suddenly heard someone's footsteps come up closer and closer and then voices were heard as well as the footsteps. I hid quickly behind one of the pillars. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everyone's POV: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " Fairy-san! What are we going to learn about today?! " Apollon said quite cheerfully as he smiled brightly. " Oh, well I thought we'd talk about human holidays? How does that sound? " Yui asked everyone and they just tilted their heads in confusion because they had no idea what a holiday was except Hades who just stood there nodding. " I'm sure it will be a fascinating subject Yui-san. " Balder smiled as well. Then Dionysus noticed something in the field move and then he saw a figure of a person stand up with a basket and in a red dress that flowed with the wind and her scarf flying up with the wind as it picked up. The figure appeared to be picking flowers while singing, she seemed to be in peace and happy but little did they know on how fragile and timid the stranger was and what would've become of them with that stranger. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There's your preview guys, I'm off to type up chapter 1 right now! Later!!

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