#but hey you'd figure it out through the story so its fine

[buckyalpine]

Hiii! I love your stories and I would like to put a request?

I watched videos about social experiments of men forcing themselves on women to see if someone would interfere. There is this one where a guy in a bike, saw it and then fixed his hair to look intimidating and intervened.

Can you do one where reader is a reluctant participant of the experiment with her classmates and they kind of force her to the role is the girl? Then just so happens Bucky was walking around and saw it and just fixed his hair first to look more intimidating before he intervened.

Then they try to tell him its an experiment but Bucky didn't exactly liked it because reader is still upset so he goes and take her away.

It can be fluffy and has a smut on the end or its your choice! Anything would be great because you are a great writer.

I hope you can see my request! Take your time too. No rush love! 💕💕💕

OKAY THIS IS SO CUTE We love protective Bucky. Now make it protective College!Bucky. Readers "friends" are awful in this. Bucky is everything here. We live for that fluffy, emotional smut. Also I'm so sorry because I'm 10000% sure when you said take your time you didn't mean take over a year to respond. I hope you see you bb

"C'mon y/n, it'll be fine!" Danielle whined, dragging you along with the others, ignoring the discomfort on your face.

"Why can't one of you do it" You frowned, tugging at the hem of your skirt, shifting uncomfortable while your friends continued to drag you towards the park bench. They begged you to be a participant in a social experiment they were doing for class and insisted you wouldn't have to do much. They didn't tell you you'd have to sit through someone pretending to harass you the entire time, waiting to see if people would intervene.

"Because it'll look more real this way. One of us can't do it" She rolled her eyes, making adjustments to your hair while her group members set up a camera in the bushes out of sight. They roped in one of the football players on campus, Johnathan Walker, to take on the roll of the man harassing you just to keep it more interesting, wondering if people would stand up to a more well-known figure, especially one that was clearly physically stronger than most.

"It's not that big of a deal. All you have to do is look scared while John pretends to keep asking you out on a date. Maybe some cat calling. either way its all fake so you just have to act. Ugh, don't worry, Y'know he'd never actually ask you out, seriously, enjoy what you can here"

You sighed, your stomach already flipping with anxiety while she laughed, running off to hide, throwing a thumbs up to indicate they'd started filming.

"Hey pretty girl" the blonde winked, taking a seat beside you on he bench, inching closer to you when you shifted away. "What's a girl like you doin' sittin' all alone" He threw his arm over the back of the bench to get you closer, trying to pull you right beside him. You stiffened, looking as uncomfortable as ever but you weren't acting.

"Just waiting for someone" You made up an excuse, giving him another pained smile while he nodded, asking you for coffee next, talking louder than necessary, hoping to gain some attention from people walking by. You shook your head, getting up to walk away, the smirk on his face growing, clearly really enjoying this.

"Hey, come back" he called after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest to keep you from running off. His hand moved from your arm to your waist, sliding down until it rested just above your ass. More passer byers started to notice but no one stopped, every person glancing without wanting to get involved, especially when it came to the football star and a girl no one really knew.

"John, stop" You whispered just enough for him to hear, your throat tightening when he gripped you harder, smirking at your struggle.

"C'mon darlin', don't be like that" He laughed, grabbing your ass, your heart starting to hammer in panic. You pushed against his chest, desperately hoping someone would intervene but he only continued to hold you closer.

-

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair after just taking it down after a workout, his black hair tie sitting on his wrist. He took a long sip from his water bottle while walking to class, noticing a few hushed whispers among people as he passed the campus park along with a small crowd watching something from a distance.

"Please let me go"

He frowned at the scared pleading voice he heard, making his way over to make sure no one was hurt. His jaw clenched seeing the sweet girl he recognized from one of his classes clearly in distress trying to get away from Walker without a single person trying to help. He saw red watching Walkers hands roam, pulling her back each time she tried to run away.

-

"Just one date, it won't hurt-

"Get the fuck off her!" A voice boomed across the park making John flinch, his hand dropping as if you'd suddenly burnt him. Everyone's eyes shot up to a very angry James Barnes marching straight towards you and John, the blonde swallowing nervously, stepping away from you.

Danielle stopped filming, worried Bucky would actually throw John over the bench, his hardened eyes and clenched fists a bad sign.

"Guys! Hey, relax it's just an experiment-

"About what?! Actually harassing her? You're disgusting" Bucky hissed, glaring at Danielle, shutting her up instantly. Bucky stepped in between you and John, his large frame sheltering you from your supposed friends. "Can't you see she's actually scared and uncomfortable. You should've stopped as soon as she asked you to"

Danielle's cheeks reddened from embarrassment, too scared to say anything back to the man who towered over her, slinking away when he turned to John instead.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, I should beat your ass for what you just did to her" Bucky growled while John tried to straighten his shoulders, getting pulled back by his bestfriend before he could open his mouth.

"He's captain of the wrestling team and coaches MMA, just shut the fuck up and walk away" Lamar hissed in Johns ear, throwing Bucky an apologetic smile, dragging his friend before things could get worse. Your friends packed their things and scrambled away leaving your shaken, biting onto your lip to keep from crying.

"Hey, you okay?" Bucky cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that slipped out, his glare sending off anyone that tried to stop and stare.

"I'm-I'm fine" You said shakily, forcing a smile. "Thank you Bucky"

"Of course y/n" He spoke softly, wishing he could wrap you up in his arms so you'd feel protected. His heart broke seeing you continue to tremble, slipping his hand in yours, giving it a firm squeeze. "Tell me what you need, do you want me to walk you home?"

"Yes please" You whispered, grateful you had Bucky by your side, his stoic face, scruffy beard and shoulder length hair keeping everyone else far away while he kept you close to his side.

"Lets go" He nodded with a smile, knowing the way to your place after he'd walked you home plenty of times after you'd worked on papers together in the library. You pressed yourself into his side, your body relaxing when he moved to wrap his arm around you, strong, corded muscles holding you firmly. The walk to your place wasn't long; as soon as you reached the door, you felt a pang of sadness, already missing Bucky's protective warmth.

"What else do you need sweets, do you want me to get you anything? Coffee?"

"Could you-" you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, feeling silly for the request, deciding to drop in instead. "Actually its okay"

"Hey, no, please tell me, you know you can ask me for anything y/n" His baby blues pleaded with you while your eyes flicked to your feet.

"Could you stay for a little while? I- I just- I'm still-

"Of course doll, I'd love to" Bucky hushed your nervous rambling, happy to keep you company until you felt better. His cheeks blushed as he entered you home, already doing a poor job of keeping his composure together. He couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat when you gave him a shy smile, the secret crush he had on you making him feel soft and fuzzy. He'd had a crush on you from the first day you were assigned as study partners for a project and it had only gotten worse ever since.

He toed off his shoes, dropping his duffle bag by the closet while you both made your way to the living room. He didn't let you get up, telling you to stay put on the couch while he went to grab you some water. You put on one of your comfort shows, curling up into his side while he wrapped his arm around you, the scent of his body wash and something distinctly him making you feel warm and safe. You hadn't realized you kept kneading into his side like a kitten while Bucky chuckled, pulling the throw blanket over you, letting your legs sit across his thighs.

"Feeling better?" He whispered against your hair, still stroking your back an hour later. You nodded, having crawled into his lap at some point during the evening, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"I like this" you smiled, toying with his chain, the simple action making Bucky nearly swoon.

"Me too, doll" He kissed the top of your head softly, "Anything else I can do for you? Just name it, I can make you dinner, we can build a pillow fort, have a sleep over" He teased playfully, making you giggle. You nuzzled yourself further into his hold, wanting the night to last forever.

"Stay with me tonight?" you whispered, peering up at him through your lashes before flicking yours eyes away, worried you'd crossed a boundary. Bucky cupped your face making you look at him, his thumb sweeping across your bottom lip.

"Are you sure, sweets?"

"Please" you nodded, forgetting how to breathe when his eyes bounced to your lips before meeting your gaze again, his self restraint slowly crumbling. He bit his lip, squeezing your waist a little harder than intended to hold himself back, eyes growing wide when your soft mouth pressed against his. His lashes fluttered shut, hands moving to hold your face, desperately chasing more of your sweetness.

His tongue slipped between yours lips, lacing with yours as the kiss grew more heated, groaning as he moved you to straddle his lap with ease. He didn't intend to take anything further, happy to spend the night kissing you while watching movies, his arms wrapping around your body.

"I need you" You broke away panting, your hands clutching onto his Henley, seated again his thick erection impossible to hide under his sweats.

"How do you need me, sugar" Bucky rasped, unsure if thats what you needed, doing his best to keep his hard length from rubbing against you. He let out a shuddered breath when you shifted, bucking your hips in the process, wriggling on his lap. "Doll, you gotta stop that, or else I'll-

"Need you closer" You whimpered, your arms wrapping around his wide shoulders, burying you face into the crook of his neck. His heady scent made you want to sink your teeth into him, having never felt more protected, needing to feel all of him.

"Are-are you sure?" He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling your soft lips pepper kisses up his neck to his ear. He wouldn't have a single problem if you decided to say no, still doing his best to hold back.

"Yes, please Bucky need you"

"Can't have our first time together on your couch, baby" Bucky let out a breathless laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist, hoisting you up with ease, making his way up the stairs to your room. He laid you down before settling on top between your legs, lost in holding you again. Clothes were thrown off one by one between needy, desperate kisses, until you were both left completely bare. Your slick was sticky between your legs, covering your thighs, too impatient for anything else, just needing Bucky to fill you right up.

Bucky could feel your arousal coat his length, keeping it slotting between your wet folds as he dipped his head down to take your nipple in his mouth, giving it a gentle tug while cupping your other breast. His hips rutted on their own. taking his time to love on you, dribbles of precum wetting your clit.

"Bucky, please, closer?" You pleaded, spreading your legs further, gasping when his tip caught against your entrance, your nails digging into his thick shoulders. His fell around your face like a soft curtain, gently tickling your face.

"You sure you want this, you can say no baby" He said sincerely, stroking your hair, ignoring the way your cunt was pulsing and throbbing against his dripping cockhead, greedy for him to put it in you.

"I want you Bucky. I-I've liked for for so long" You shyly confessed, biting your lip while he cooed, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I liked you too, y/n" He whispered, his cheeks blushing at your sweetness, giving yourself to him, and trusting him when you were at your most vulnerable. "So much love, been crushing on you forever"

He held the base of his cock, the both of you gasping as he pushed the tip in, your pussy instantly welcoming him inside you, pulsing for more.

"That's it, open up for me baby, good girl" He whispered against your skin, inching his cock in, the delicious stretch causing your back to arch off the bed, pressing your chest further against his. "S'good, taking all of my cock doll"

"Wan-want all of you Bucky" you moaned, squeezing your thighs around his waist as he bottomed out, his balls pressed against your ass. "Oh my god!"

Bucky started to move, giving you slow, gentle strokes, his body weight grounding you while you took everything he gave you. He'd wanted to make love for you for ages, bringing his hands to lave with yours, pinning you against the bed while moving faster, his cock swelling further.

"You-you feel so good sweets, fuck you're so precious"

"I am?" You whimpered, your voice melting into a moan as he hit that sensitive spot that made your body tremble, pleasure and emotion causing tears to slip out.

"So precious to me baby" He wrapped his arms tenderly around your body, kissing your tears away, his pace growing sloppy. "My precious doll. I'll protect you from anyone" His voice dropped an octave, fucking you with the utmost passion, pounding you hard and fast. "You're mine now, not gonna let anyone every hurt you"

You hiccupped a sob, your cunt pulling him back in, fluttering around his throbbing cock making it impossible for him to last any longer.

"M'gonna cum doll" Bucky whispered, his back pulled taut, giving you deep strokes, the head of his cock sensitive, "You gotta cum first baby, m'gonna cum so hard for you" His hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit, pleasure crashing down hard and fast.

"BUCCKYY" You cried out, your body shuddering as you started to clench around his cock, causing him to moan loudly, stilling as he cock hardened.

"Oh fuck baby, m'cumming!" He spilled himself into you, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts until he was milked dry, collapsing on top of you while you carded your fingers through his soft locks. He spent the rest of the night cuddling you, until you fell asleep in his arms, with your legs tangled together until the sun rose.

He loved how you looked, as the sun streamed through the blinds, a soft pout on yours lips as he traced over your featured, admiring each one. You peeked an eye open before closing it again, giggling when he pinched your side.

"What else can I do for you, baby" Bucky gave you a cheeky smile, making your face heat up, smiling into his chest.

"More cuddles please?" Your voice was muffled, sighing contently when he pulled the covers higher, closing his eyes again.

"Wouldn't have it any other way"

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[yuffi369]

Co-DM

P03 x GN!Reader

In which P03 realizes that, for as much crap as he's talked about for you not appreciating his game design, you may actually know what you're talking about, sometimes.

Since you'd managed to keep a back-up of Inscryption's files after... everything, P03 had managed to worm his way onto your computer system's drive. At first, he acted a lot more maliciously; accessing permissions to just about everything, your webcam, your microphone, any files... he looked through just about everything, and began to make moves to even take over your computer entirely.

You were smart, though. You'd managed to get to where the backup copy of Inscryption and all of its files were, and upon threat of deletion, he cooperated. He agreed to only hang around your computer and not tamper with any of your files, or compromise your computer's integrity, but he still wanted to hang around. You didn't mind this for two reasons; one, it did seem rather cruel to keep him locked up in the files with nothing to do, and two, you didn't mind the company anyhow, seeing as most of your friends were over long distance.

One evening, you'd decided to get some work done on a campaign you were running for your friends. The game was in two weeks, so you had plenty of prep time, but there were some maps you had to make, encounters to plan, and you had to figure out some plot ahead of where they were going. The next session would be taken up in the first half by traveling, so it was mostly technical things like potential encounters, which was probably your least favorite part of game writing. You didn't hate any part, necessarily, but your strong suit lied in the story parts.

You were so lost in your struggling thoughts, staring at the VTT interface with a stumped expression, you almost forgot P03 was there. "Hey, idiot, you going to move the mouse, or are you going to let the computer screen fall asleep?"

You blinked rapidly, sitting up straight. "Huh?" You looked down at the tiny P03, who was staring at you as he stood on top of your task bar. "No, I was just thinking."

"What're you even doing, anyway?" he asked, looking at the grid on the screen.

"Writing encounters for my next game session," you replied, scrolling through another webpage you had open where you had access to stat blocks available to you.

"You write games?" he said, incredulously.

"Oh, right, I haven't had a session since you've come around and started living rent-free on my desktop."

"What do you want me to do for money, use your graphics card for crypto mining?"

"No," you replied, curtly.

"Anyway, given your criticisms about my game design, I didn't think you knew a thing about game design." He crossed his arm over his body, rolling his eyes.

"This isn't exactly a card game," you replied. "It's a tabletop roleplaying game. It's based on war gaming, with roleplaying added in. So it's a mixture of tactical gaming and story-based gaming. Not quite a card game like Inscryption."

"Interesting," he replied.

He continued to watch you work- or, well, the more accurate words would be struggle to work. You tried, several times, to put down tokens on the map, only to take them back off after a few minutes of deliberation. Sick of watching you struggle, P03 hovered up to your cursor, dragging it around to get your attention. "Hurry up. I'm sick of the ambient work music you've had in the background for the last hour."

"Sorry, P," you sighed, genuinely feeling a bit bad that he'd watched you do basically nothing this entire time. "I'm not exactly the best at planning encounters..."

"Lemme help, then. Pull up the webpage with the stat blocks."

"Fine. But aren't you programmed to write for Inscryption, not this?"

"I'm a fast learner." He scrolled through the webpage, looking through the stat blocks. After looking over a few stat blocks, he pulled up a stat block for an undead creature, that had an interesting mechanic. "Here. This should keep your players from falling asleep."

You took one look at the stat block and shook your head. "No. I can't use that."

He looked at you with exasperation. "Well why the f#%& not?" he said, the little beep censoring his cursing through the speakers.

"Those are undead creatures," you explained, using your cursor to point at the stat block's creature type. "They're just traveling through grasslands. I can't justify a random group of these just showing up out of the blue."

"I dunno what to tell you. This stat block's probably your best bet for an interesting mechanic that's low-level enough to not kill your players. Maybe have them, I dunno, take a shortcut through a graveyard, or whatever."

"Shortcut through a graveyard..." you repeated, under your breath. After a brief moment, you bolted upright in your seat, pulling up your document and beginning to write at an accelerated pace. P03 probably clocked you at about 90 WPM at your fastest. Once you were satisfied with the narrative text you'd written out for yourself to read upon arrival to the location, you pulled up the VTT and began placing things all around the map, taking your time to make sure things were placed in logical, good-looking locations, making sure to add terrain in places for your rogue to hide behind and take advantage of. Finally, you put the group of undead creatures on the hidden layer to pull up later, and then typed out what loot was to be found in the graveyard as well as on the bodies of the creatures.

Once you were satisfied with your work, you leaned back in your chair, gazing upon the zoomed-out map with pride. "Wow," P03 let out a whistle-like beep, looking at the map with you. "Once you got started, that only took, what? An hour? I would've been able to make the fight really easy, but all that other stuff probably would've taken me the better part of an afternoon."

"Well, I mean, it does take me a while to write something good. But when inspiration hits, I sort of just... go, and don't stop. But I don't have those moments often, or at least not enough for my liking."

P03 turned and glared at you. "Take the damn compliment."

You laughed. "Alright, alright, geez. Thank you."

"Now, let's celebrate with a movie." He pulled up a window with a video player, ready to play the file.

You raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get that?"

"Downloaded it off yarhar.net while you were writing."

"P!"

"What? I scanned it for viruses, it's clean. What do you want me to do, pay for Netflix? With what money?"

You just laughed, shaking your head. "Let me go make some popcorn."

"And I'll... pull up a jpeg of popcorn, I guess."

#p03 #p03 x reader #inscryption #inscryption p03 #you guys liked the last one a lot so have another!! this time more modern/realism #this can be read as either platonic or romantic tbh but i'd like to think of it as 'roommates to lovers'-esque #inspired by the fact that i could feel p03 shimeji judging me as i wrote for my d&d game today lololol #also tried my best to keep the ttrpg unnamed so that it could be system agnostic #petition for p03 to Get a Damn Job

[nightxwitch]

Stairs

Credit: The idea of Sebastian trying to climb the stairs to the female dorms while arguing with his romantic interest only to fall on his ass was from @kirke-is-my-name, who kindly gave me permission to write about it. ♥

The characters (other than my OC), places, and spells are all from Hogwarts Legacy.

All main characters have been aged up to 20 years old, since I’m an adult and don’t feel comfortable writing romance about teenagers. This is somewhat of a love triangle situation between Sebastian/my OC Séance/Ominis but will ultimately lead to Séance/Sebastian. Feel free to imagine yourself as the love interest, I don’t mind, I simply don’t like writing “y/n” stories as much. :) I also posted this on Fanfiction.net under the same username. Here's the link if you'd like to read it there:

Some parts are in Sebastian’s POV, some parts are from Séance’s POV. I do hope you enjoy despite the fact that I wrote this all in one sitting! ^~^

Word count: 4,616

Rating: T for a bit of cursing and sensual references.

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Séance’s POV

“Séance, do you have a moment?” Ominis asked, catching up to me as I exited Professor Hecat’s classroom.

“Of course, what can I do for you, Ominis?” I replied, making a beeline for the edge of the hallway so others would pass us by.

Ominis shifted from foot to foot restlessly, and he adjusted the collar to his robe. “I was wondering- well, I just wanted to ask if you would like to join me at The Three Broomsticks this Friday after classes.”

“That sounds lovely,” I agreed, “will Sebastian be joining us as well?” Sebastian almost always accompanied us when we went to The Three Broomsticks, and on the rare occasion he didn’t, Natty, Imelda, or Poppy had tagged along.

“Not this time…I thought it could just be you and I this trip.” His cheeks appeared a bit flushed, but I attributed that to his rush to grab my attention after class.

“Well, that sounds just fine to me. I’ve got to stop by Tomes and Scrolls anyhow, so perhaps I’ll do so afterward.”

“It’s a plan then.” Ominis replied, a smile spread across his lips. “I’ll see you in final period.” He added before waving and heading off toward his next class.

I turned to make my way to the Herbology corridor.

-

Sebastian welcomed me with a grin and a quick wave of his hand as I entered the classroom, walking to my potting station adjacent to his.

“Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?”

“I’m excited for my next Crossed Wands duel. I’ve been practicing and I’m going to destroy Imelda.” The brunette chuckled, before glancing my way. “How are you? You’ll be there, right? This Friday afternoon.”

I froze, feeling guilty already. I hadn’t missed one of Sebastian’s duels yet, just as he hadn’t missed any of mine. “I’m so sorry Sebastian, I’m afraid I’ve already made plans Friday. I had no idea you were scheduled to duel.”

“Oh,” He replied, a disappointed expression on his face, “It’s alright, I understand. I guess I can’t expect you to be at all of them.”

“Maybe I can reschedule,” I began.

“That’s not necessary, Séance. If you’ve already made plans, then you should see them through.” He insisted.

“Alright then,” I replied uncertainly.

Professor Garlick then began rattling off information about the amazing Venomous Tentacula and its different properties, informing us that the plant could even be utilized in certain potions.

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Sebastian’s POV

The remainder of the day passed, and I found myself simmering for most of it. I couldn’t figure out why, given that Séance had only made plans because she hadn’t been aware of my scheduled duel. Regardless, she had every right not to come. She had no obligation to me. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I still couldn’t help the way that I felt, even if my feelings weren’t justifiable.

I dragged myself to the male Slytherin dorms, dropping my bag to the ground with a loud thud. I defeatedly slumped onto my bed face-first, groaning.

“You seem to be in quite a mood.” Ominis said cheerily from his bed next to mine, and I jumped at the surprise of his company.

“Ominis! I didn’t know you were there.” I replied, rolling onto my back.

“Forgive me, I’d simply assumed that the person whose eyes worked would have seen me when he came in.” He quipped, chuckling.

I sighed, annoyed, even though I knew I’d usually have found humor in the situation and Ominis’ joke.

Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his face in my general direction. “Alright, what’s wrong? You’re usually mercurial but this is a new level of sulking, even for you.”

I groaned in irritation and waved him off even though he wouldn’t see it. “I don’t want to discuss it. Why don’t you tell me what’s got you so nauseatingly cheerful?”

Ominis grinned once again at the subject, and he clasped his hands in front of him. “If you must know, I’ve got a date this Friday.”

“A date? With whom?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. Friday was the day Séance had told me she had plans.

I mentally reassured myself that it couldn’t be her, because she’d given no implication that she was romantically interested in Ominis. In fact, she hadn’t seemed to take particular interest in anyone as of yet.

“With Séance. I asked her today after Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Ominis’ cheeks reddened and he continued to smile, evidently unable to wipe the dopey look off his face.

“That can’t be right, Séance doesn’t date. Everyone knows that.” I pointed out. Many men, and even some women, in our school had tried. She’d turned them all down, albeit gently. “And why didn’t you tell me you were going to ask her?”

“I suppose the right person just hadn’t asked her yet.” Ominis shrugged. “And I didn’t want to say anything until there was something to tell. Now there is.”

“You can’t date her!” I blurted out before clamping my mouth shut, resting my face in my palm.

“And why not?” Ominis replied defensively. His glare missed me by a couple feet, but I got the message.

“B-Because, it’ll ruin our friend group.” I said, scrambling for an excuse. Even to my own ears, it fell flat. “Besides, are you sure she even knows it’s a date? Did you explicitly ask her on a date?”

 “Sebastian, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Ominis crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you’d be happy for me. And no, I didn’t say ‘Hey Séance, will you go on a date with me?’, but I did ask her to accompany me to The Three Broomsticks. When she asked if you were coming, I told her I would like for it to just be the two of us. I don’t feel I could have made it much more obvious that I was asking her on a date.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?!” I asked incredulously, despite absolutely feeling jealous.

“Because I know you used to like her, but that was years ago. I’d thought you had moved past those feelings.” Ominis countered, still looking indignant. “Apparently I was incorrect.”

“So I might have had some feelings when we first became friends, but that was so long ago! Things are different now.” As I spoke the words, I could feel that they were a lie.

“What stopped you from acting on those feelings back at the start, then?” Ominis asked. “You must not have liked her much if you didn’t bother making a move. That’s never been an issue for you with other women.” He pointed out.

“Because I liked Séance too much. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or destroy the group dynamic we have. I’m not great with women, I knew I’d fuck it up somehow, so I let it go.” I admitted.

“Did you? Let it go, I mean? Because it sure doesn’t sound like you ‘let it go’.” Ominis pursed his lips skeptically.

“I thought I had.” I admitted quietly. “But now I don’t know how I feel.”

“Well, you better figure it out, Sebastian.” Ominis said coldly. “Because I don’t want things to progress with Séance unless I know there’s nothing between you two on her end. You need to settle this.”

“How can you even like her?” I asked cynically.

“What kind of a question is that?” Ominis retorted. “You know how because you like her, too.”

“That’s not what I meant. You were vehemently against me using Dark Magic and were furious when I learned the Unforgivable Curses. How can you now seek the hand of someone who uses those very same Curses?”

Ominis was quiet for a moment, pondering this. “It bothered me too much at first,” He conceded, “But I’ve known her for so long now. She only uses those spells to protect and help others.”

“That’s the same reason I started learning them!” I exclaimed frustratedly.

Ominis sighed defeatedly. “I’m aware, Sebastian. I stopped raking you over the coals for that ages ago. Where is this coming from? You know you’re not going to talk me out of having feelings for her, right?”

I took a deep breath as well. “I know…” Standing up, I grabbed my book-bag off of the floor where I’d dumped it earlier. “I’m going to the library to study.” I told him dryly.

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Séance’s POV

Ominis sat next to me in Defence Against the Dark Arts as usual, but he looked much more perturbed than he typically did. 

“Is everything alright today, Ominis?” I asked him, whispering since we were supposed to be listening to Professor Hecat.

He continued looking forward but tilted his head toward me to hear more clearly. “I’m okay, but I think you need to speak to Sebastian.” Ominis murmured back, frowning.

My brow furrowed in confusion, “Why?” I asked him.

“I’ll not say more, you two need to have a discussion.”

And he stayed true to that sentiment, refusing to elaborate when I attempted to get him to throughout the class. The bells rang and the nervousness fluttering in my stomach became a full-on swarm as I made my way to Herbology class, knowing I’d see Sebastian there. I wondered why Ominis had said I needed to speak to him, and whether it was about something bad. Had I done something wrong, or was he still unhappy about me missing his duel?

I entered the Herbology room, my glance nervously flicking toward Sebastian. He was already seated, and even as I sat next to him, he refused to look at me.

“Hi, Sebastian…” I greeted him awkwardly.

“Séance.” He replied curtly.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to level with him.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” He replied flatly, still refusing to glance in my direction.

“Ominis told me I needed to speak with you. He wouldn’t say anything more than that.”

Sebastian laughed dryly, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did he now?”

“Okay seriously, Sebastian-” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“We should pay attention to Professor Garlick.” He stated dismissively, turning his gaze toward the red-haired woman.

My brow pinched in concern, and I frowned, “That’s a first” I muttered.

Sebastian never had an issue ignoring teachers in favor of chatting with me before. It was clear he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. After all, I’d offered to postpone my plans and he had declined. I didn’t feel I'd earned his ire at all. Then again, he was known to have a temper sometimes. I decided to shrug it off and assumed things would improve on their own. If he didn’t start acting normal by the end of the day, then I’d bring the matter to his attention again.

The rest of class passed without incident, but also without Sebastian so much as looking at me. As the bells chimed to signify the end of the period, Sebastian turned to leave but I gently grasped his forearm to stop him.

“Sebastian, aren’t we walking to the next class together?” I inquired. We had every other day, given that we shared the same final period, where we’d join Ominis as well.

“I’ve got something I need to do before going to class.” He informed me shortly, pulling his arm away and heading off.

I sighed, gathering my belongings, and walked toward Professor Sharp’s classroom for final period.

“Who put a broomstick in his ass?” Imelda asked, watching Sebastian’s back as he hurried off.

“I don’t know. I must have done something to anger him.” I shrugged, looking over at her.

 “Can’t imagine what.” She said, smirking as if she knew something more than I did.

I looked at her suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Not much more than you do.” She replied, gesturing for me to enter Professor Sharp’s class ahead of her. I found Sebastian already seated. I felt my eyes narrow in irritation. He clearly lied about not being able to walk to class with me since he was here before me. I decided not to sit next to him and Ominis, and instead choose a station next to Imelda.

“So, you’re avoiding Sebastian now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Here I thought he was the one avoiding you.”

“Things are weird with him right now and I don’t know why.” I muttered, disgruntled. “I thought I should give him space until I figure it out.”

“I’ve an idea.” She smirked at me; a knowing glance shot my way.

“You do? What is it, then?”

“It’s because of your date with Ominis, of course.” She informed me flippantly with a wave of her hand.

I froze, squinting at her. “My what?”

She looked at me, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed “I heard him ask you out yesterday in the hallway. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone about it. I don’t care enough to anyway.”

My eye twitched as the synopses in my brain misfired. “I…I’m not going on a date with Ominis. He only asked me to The Three Broomsticks. We always go there together.”

“Alone?” She asked, putting an emphasis on the word.

I gaped at her in silence for a moment. “Well, no…”

“That’s what I thought.” Imelda made her point, tugging at the base of her top to adjust it.

“But why would Sebastian be treating me differently because of that?” I asked.

Imelda looked at me like I was a dolt and opened her mouth to answer, but Professor Black interrupted from right behind us.

“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t realize I was interrupting your social hour with my boring instruction. Shall I wait for your gossip about Mr. Sallow to conclude before I continue?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Both of us blushed, embarrassed at being confronted in front of the whole class. I knew my face was beet-red. Each of us muttered an apology.

“Ah, excellent.” Professor Sharp said and then retreated, continuing to teach. I couldn’t pay attention, more focused on Sebastian across the room and my thoughts of the situation at hand. I kept looking his way to see if he had a reaction to what our professor had said in front of the class. He met my stare a couple times, holding it for a few seconds, his face devoid of expression, before looking elsewhere.

‘That’s enough.’, I decided, ‘I’m talking to him after class’.

I had my supplies packed up before the bells even rang and sprang up the second I heard the first notes ring out. I saw Sebastian rushing to escape the classroom ahead of me, but I had been prepared for this and caught up to him.

“That’s it, you’re talking to me right now.” I commanded him authoritatively, grabbing his upper arm and pulling him back once we were far enough down the hallway.

With my hand on his arm, I could feel muscle that his robes hid well. In the last few years, he’d grown up quite a lot. He was now at least six inches taller than my 5’7 height, and I had to look upward to view his face. It was unlike when we first met, and our heights had only been centimeters apart. My hand, fully stretched, still didn’t even cover half of his bicep as I held onto it.

He turned to me, and his eyes flicked to mine, cold and dark. “Oh, am I?” He asked derisively, tearing his arm from my grasp. “And why should I do that?”

I blinked, caught off guard by this reaction. “Because we’re supposed to be friends.” I answered, desperately trying to figure out why he’d be this infuriated.

“Friends?” Sebastian repeated, his posture relaxing deceptively as he raked his hand through his messy brown hair. “I don’t think so.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice wavering slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked hollowly.

“A friend wouldn’t ditch me to go on a date with someone who’s like a brother to me!” His anger exploded again, and he paced back and forth, continuing to muss up his hair and make it even more wild.

“Sebastian…” I said softly, “I had no idea it was a date; you have to believe me.”

“Yeah, right!” He spat back, “You know what? I’m done with this conversation.” He stormed off, and I followed right on his heels.

I called after him several times, trailing him all the way to the dorms before he finally stopped to turn around.

“What do you want?!” He yelled; expression twisted in fury. “I don’t want to talk to you! I’m done with this, stop pestering me!”

I glared at Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. Stepping closer to him, I looked up at his enraged face.

“You’re really this petty? You’re going to end a four-year friendship over a misunderstanding? You have no right to treat me this way! Even if I wanted to go on dates, I could, Sallow. You don’t own me. You are so out of line it’s unbelievable.” I shouted, tears of frustration brimming my eyes. “I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian. Years, and you never did. I’ve turned down everyone else who asked in the pathetic hope that you might throw me a scrap of romantic attention. Meanwhile, I’ve had to stand by and watch you date a new woman every other month. So, you don’t get to do this. I’m the one who’s done.” I poked his chest, hard. “I’m done talking to you. And believe me when I say I’m done being friends with you, too.” I added, my voice trembling.

I turned and ran up the stairs to the female Slytherin dorm rooms, finally letting the tears fall onto my cheeks now that he could no longer see me.

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Sebastian’s POV

“I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian.”

The words repeated themselves in my head several times before they fully registered. Why was I such an idiot? Why did I say I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore?

“I’m done being friends with you, too.”

My jaw finally shut, and I sprung into action.

“Séance, get back here! We’re not finished with this conversation!” I shouted after her, still clinging to my anger as I sprinted up the stairs.

Only, there were no stairs. It became a flat, slippery ramp and I stumbled back, sliding downward and finally landing on my ass. I grunted at the brunt of the fall, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. If that wasn’t a lesson in humility, I didn’t know what was.

“Impressive,” Imelda said wryly. “That’ll win her over for sure.”

She smirked at me, and I could tell she was holding back laughter. How gracious of her. I stood up again, my fists clenched.

“Will you please get Séance to come down here?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Why should I?” Imelda asked, that familiar judgmental tone in her voice. “It seems you’ve done enough already. You really messed this one up.”

“Please, Imelda, I’m begging you.” I stared at her, my expression hard and serious.

“Hmm…Alright. But only because you begged. I like Séance. I think she’ll be able to keep you in line. Someone has to.” She gave me an up-and-down glance then disappeared up the staircase.

I paced back and forth, awaiting Séance’s return at the bottom, our conversation on replay in my mind.

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Séance’s POV

Imelda approached me, and I knew I looked like a full-on lunatic. I had tears running down my cheeks from when I was upset only a minute ago, but now I was also stifling laughter after what I’d just witnessed. Sebastian, fully in his rage-mode, getting dumped onto his ass by a magic staircase. I started chuckling all over again. There were too many emotions brewing within me. Embarrassment that I’d finally admitted my feelings for him, fear over what the things that had transpired between us would mean and how things would change moving forward, anger that he was treating me so poorly, helplessness over the entire situation, hurt that he tried to end our friendship over nothing, and humor over the staircase situation. I laughed again as I thought of it.

“I see you watched Sebastian’s staircase debacle.” Imelda said, a mirthful smile playing on her lips.

I smirked back at her. “It was quite a finale to a hellish display.”

She gave a bark of a laugh, then sat next to me on my bed, touching my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

I looked over at her, noticing for the hundredth time how pretty she was. For all her snark, surface-level narcissism, and detached demeanor, she was quite wonderful once you got to know her.

“Yes, Imelda, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She said, leaning further on the bed and crossing her legs underneath her. “Well, that and…”

“And what?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to take the edge off my headache. “What did Sebastian say to you?”

“He really wants you to go back down and talk to him. He literally begged me to come get you. As much as I usually love seeing a cocky, delusional man resort to begging, I did actually feel a bit bad for him.” She bit her index finger, looking off into the distance as she thought about it. “You are quite something to lose.”

“You should have heard the way he was talking to me, Imelda.” I refuted. “But thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.”

“I did hear him. Well, most of what he said, anyway. There’s a lot of passion in that man.” She grinned over at me. “That kind of passion transfers well into other areas, if you catch my meaning.”

I laughed a bit and then sighed, shaking my head. “Only you, Imelda.”

I blushed upon pondering what she’d said. Sebastian was nothing if not passionate.

“There is no one like me.” She remarked, her hand flat under her face to frame it and exaggerate her statement. “So, are you going to go talk to him?”

I groaned, tilting my head, and glanced toward her. “Should I?”

“I’ve got to say, I’m rooting for him. He’s got fire, that one. Men without fire are so boring.” She snickered. “Besides, you’re obviously mad for each other.”

My face reddened again as I opened my mouth to deny it, but I couldn’t. “How do you know?”

“Are you serious?” She scoffed, throwing her hand to the side in front of her. “For one, I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife. The way he looks at you- it’s like he’s a starving wolf and you’re a giant steak dinner.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes at her exaggeration.

“On a more serious note, I’ve observed both of you the last few years and you’re always taking care of each other. He’s loved you for a long time. Why do you think he dumps the girls he dates before things get too serious with them? Besides, even when others turned their backs on him, you never did. Why start now?”

Her last sentence rang in my ears, and I looked at her, shocked.

“What?! I do say something profound every once in a while.” She said defensively, raising her eyebrow at me. “What are you still doing here? Go, go. Get your man.” She shooed me away like a pet who was begging at mealtime.

“Alright.” I said, standing up. “And Imelda? Thank you.”

“It was nothing.” She waved me off as I left the room.  

I silently made my way down the staircase, unsure if Sebastian would even still be waiting after so long. He was. I found him seated at the bottom of the stairs, against the opposite wall. His knees were bent, his elbows resting on them, and his long fingers wound through his hair. I could tell just by a glance that he was horribly upset. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Sebastian,” I said gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said immediately, the words flat. It was obvious he was beating himself up over it all. “For everything. I didn’t mean it.”

I leaned forward and took his hands, gently untangling them from his hair and holding them in my own. His stayed limp and pliant.

“Look at me.” I requested, squeezing his hands in mine.

He slowly turned his face upward, meeting my gaze. His irises were dark and murky, his cheeks and eyes rouged. I could tell he had shed at least a few tears. My throat felt tight at the realization, and my eyes began to water. Sebastian had cried because of me.

“I’m sorry, too.” I whispered. “I didn’t mean it either.”

He shut his eyes and shook his head for a moment before staring back into mine.

“For what?” He asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who started everything. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I’m jealous.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I never would have agreed to go with Ominis if I’d known he looked at it that way. You know that.”

“I know…” Sebastian admitted, his brow furrowed as he leaned his head back to rest against the cool stone of the wall. He seemed to have no energy left in him. “But jealousy obviously isn't the most logical of emotions.”

“Why are you jealous?” I asked, wanting to know the extent of how he felt.

His head lulled forward, and he gazed up at me with an obvious expression, his brows lifted emphatically. “You know why.”

I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re really going to make me-”

In one quick movement, he’d leaned forward, simultaneously pulling my hands so I fell closer to him. His full lips claimed mine and he freed one of my hands, his interlacing itself in my hair as he held my head to his own. He pulled back an inch, and I felt his breath against my lips.

“I’m in love with you.” He murmured, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to be friends anymore because I want to be much more than that.”

My heart was hammering in my chest. I’d been waiting to hear those words, or any words like them, from him for so long. I leaned forward, kissing him once again. He reached around me and pulled my legs apart, tugging me onto his lap to straddle him as he deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, his thighs supporting my backside. His tongue danced with mine and I moaned softly against his kiss, my hands entangled in his hair. He gently bit my lip, one hand reaching around to grab my ass and hold me closer to him while the other remained cupping the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” I said so softly it was almost a whisper.

His coffee-black eyes flicked up and down my face, taking in every inch of it. He breath came and went quickly, and I could feel his excitement brush against me. I stroked his cheek, running my thumb along the spray of freckles there.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss me again.

“I’m really going to have to cancel that date.” I said and groaned, breaking off the kiss. I was already feeling bad for Ominis.

“Yes, you are.” He confirmed, laying me on my back and hovering over me, his strong arm underneath my waist to prop me up. He began kissing down the crook of my neck, then back up until he got to my ear. “Because you’re mine now.”

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Space cowboy

A/N -So i haven't actually wrote in a V long time. Im not one to finish stories but i hope i can finish this or make consistency in this.

Will i make this more adult?

Probably im a sucker for smut... But it will be in later chapters hopefully and with warning and not Plot driven. So you wouldn't NEED to read it. Anyway

-Sam Coe x Captain Reader

-She/her pronouns

-Loosely based off my own Character in StarField. By that i mean my stats and heavy choices through the game

The meeting-

"And you must be the Latest poor fool to get dragged into our dysfunctional little family"

A bearded man says to you as you walk through the doors of the Green house

"woah Dont overwelcome me now, i might never leave..." You give a small smile, shifting your weight onto one leg

"Just a friendly jab, small group like this, youll learn more about everyone than you ever wanted to. Kinda like how family is in a way"

A kid cuts him off

"Like more than you'd ever want to know Hello Kids are around People! Cora Coe by the way Hi-Hi" she steps forward a bit

"Good to meet you Cora" you smile at the kid looking back up at her assuming dad

"Nice to meet anyone brave enough to fly the frontier" she keeps going giving a mischievous smile

"Know a bit about space craft do we?" Sarah cuts in for a small word

Sam turns around quickly "Hey dont spook our new friend- Frontiers a fine ship...honest"

"Now lets talk business Sarah tell you about the expodition?" He turns back to you.

And with that small meeting your journey with sam begins although you both were quiet unaware.

Sam, Cora and you head to the ship. Cora Ooing and Ahing at the ships details and the decor you had. Even pulling some books out of your shelf to read the description.

You smiled at the image, never had a kid in your ship let alone one so interested in the things you had

"My ship my rules Sam Coe"

You turn around placing down your helmet

"Yes Ma'am im listening" Sam stops his eyes from looking at your ship and finally looks at you. Without your helmet for once. Slightly amazed by how beautiful you were considering the mission you had just got back from.

"This is your home as much as its mine. The kid gets the bed...ill figure out something for us. Oh and Its Captain to you from now on.. Im not old enough to be a 'ma'am'..." You turn back around and head to the cockpit. Sam following after you

He chuckled a bit at what you said. And sits next to you.

"Alright Captain"

Soon you arive at Akila city. The grav jumping made Sam increasingly more excited or happy. You gather your things and begin to leave the cockpit. Sam getting up to talk to Cora

You turn into the backroom. Getting changed in whatever casual clothing you had. Walking back out listening in on Cora telling Sam a joke.

" yall ready?" You chime in. Sam nods his head and pats Coras. Getting his things to leave too

"Kids not goin?" You begin to open the ships door

"No..she usually stays in the Ship. Shes got a couple more years before she gets to Swill whiskey in some backwater bar" he leans in a bit closer. You get to see just how blue his eyes really are..

A slight nod from you was all he needed. But right before The both of you got off the landing pad, he stops abruptly. You sense his movement and stop too.

"Uh...yeah?" You quietly say looking ahead for any potential reasons to stop

"There's uh something you should know upfront...im a Coe, as in Soloman Coe. First man on Akila. That story i told you about the artifact...its somewhat of a family legend" Sam goes on to explain the legend more relating it to the activity. Or lack of activity the Artifacts produce.

"Your family built Akila?" You give off slight enthusiasm

"Yeah and the Coes have been Coasting on that for 10 generations now"

Sam tells you the next location is at Galbank. And soon enough you two are walking through Akila city Gates

But a guard stops both of you. Informing a Robbery has been going on and you cant enter.

The Guard recognizes Sam and asks for his help. You quickly push pass the Guard

"Ill help"

Sam follows after a Smile appearing on his Face.

As you approach the crowd you see the Marshal. Hearing the intercom calling Him out and threatening the hostages.

You hear the Robbers say they wont give demands unless theres someone they could trust.

"Like who" the Marshall fold his arms

"Not you, not your rangers or the city guards" the rober replies.

You walk up to him. Still not used to this atmosphere.

Before you could say anything the Marshall tells you to stand back.

"Sir i could help-"

"I dont know you so please stand back"

Before tou could get frustrated Sam steps in

"Akila City at its finest i see. No dull moment"

The Marshall looks at him a surprised relieved expression appeared.

"Well ill be damned Sam Coe. Been a long time?"

They talk for a minute at most and with one demand Sam manages to convince the Marshall to let you help. The Marshall gives you the Run down and lets you go.

"Take it slow and steady take all the Steps to De-esculate the situation" you nod in agreement and walk to the door. The Marshal telling the robers that youre being sent in.

As you go up to the door and press the intercom you hear the rober. Sounding afraid and frantic. After a short time you managed to calm them down. After a few more minutes you managed to make them back down and let themselves be taken into custody. You get up to walk away. Your hand on your temple of your head.

The Marshall looking a bit afraid of your answer.

"How did it go?" He says stepping forward.

" well... now please go send your people in to arrest them" you take a long breath of air relaxing yourself.

"Youd make a decent ranger with the way you handled that" sam smiles sitting down near by

"Yeah that was...something" you sit down with him waiting to go inside.

"Sooo.... This your home?" You awkwardly reposition yourself

"Yeah good Ol' Akila city... I hope to avoid my home though" sam leans back getting more comportable.

You stare at him. Noting all his features to yourself. He wasn't a bad looking man. He was actually very handsome.

" do you always stair like that...or am i too charming?" Sam smiles Messing with his beard a bit while leaning forward to you.

You scrunch your nose a bit and turn to face the Bank

"Well look like its back to functioning...lets go!" You get up and start walking over. Sam laughing a bit to himself and following after.

Your trip to the bank ended as soon as you opened the locker. The map was gone and Sam knew exactly where it was

"Oh no Jacob of course that old mule saw us coming"

" sounds like we need to talk to him huh.."

"That We do... Was really hoping to avoid the estate though. Probably caught wind of it on our arrival once we landed. coras ganna be so mad. " he looks off disappointed

"Sam level with me here..whos Jacod"

"We really gatta do this?"

"We are going anyway I'm bound to find out"

"You're not wrong" Sam looks down. Thinking for a second.

"We cant work together if you don't trust me" You lean back on one of the lockers cocking your head to the side to try and see his face.

"I know- its just its Personal" he looks up finally.

You give him a sincere look.

"Fine hes my dad okay we arent exactly on friendly terms. He probably knew i was coming for the maps. Family business is just something i didnt want to get into ya know"

You can tell it took a lot out of him. Way more than he even knew.

"Thanks for opening up to me sam" You smile and push yourself off the locker.

"Yeah well sorry I'm such a pain about it. No forgiveness between me and my old man..its uh Coe tradition"

"all right...shall we" Sam turns to head out. You following after.

You both quietly walk through the Streets of Akila city. Going up some stairs as Sam tells you small stories of when he was a boy. Or stories of his fathers ways.

Saying what paths he took as a child to get home or hide out.

You just smile and nod. Not wanting to accidentally cut him off from his ramblings, you found it cute, wholesome that this ruggid space cowboy had such a love for old memories.

You two finally made it to the house.

Sam holds the door open for you. Whispering "the old Coe estate" as you walk in. Sam following after. He steps foward and to what you assume to be his Father. You stand back as they begind their long awaited conversation

"Well well... Sam Coe finally decides to darken our doorstep again." His dad crosses his arm

"You know why im here" sam says in a neutral tone.

"Oh? And Whats that? You come to your senses? Realize where you ought to be for once?" Jacob Coe steps forword

"I ain't askin again" sam keeping his composure.

"You aint ask once? Lets here it! i want you to say the words about whats most important to you than family!" Jacob begins to point at Sam angerly crossing his arms when hes done.

"Okay... this was a mistake" Sam is obviously done, annoyed already with his Father.

"The only Mistake im seeing here is you.. Bringing your Constellation lackey here..instead of my granddaughter" Jacob gets annoyed too. Looking and pointing at you

" come to help Sam loot his Ancestory? You're not getting those maps. Full Stop" he calls you out personally. Turning to face you and not sam

"-I got just as much right to those maps as anyone else in the Family" sam cuts in. Getting in between his Father and you. You step back to create more needed space from this family's drama.

"That's exactly right Sam.. we all share Solomons legacy. Only some of us are around to live up to it. And some of us arent"

"All right. Thats enough. Come on. Lets you and i talk, in private" sam looks at you. Raising his hand to show you a way

"-hmph. Welcome home sam. Make your visit short okay? Its what you do best" You could hear what Jacob said as he walked to another location of the house .

You look at sam, wondering what he needed.

"Give me a sec..." He takes a long deep breath

"All right lets talk options"

You think for a second. Shifting your weight to one leg and looking around

"I could always speak to Jacob? He might see reason?" You shrug your shoulders with the idea. Didnt seem like a bad one considering all.

"You're flying in the face of my Thirty plus Years of experience with the man. But all right. Hope you like arguing"

A smile on your face appears as you walk over to Jacob. Sam watches you from the Distance. Watching your interaction with his father made him feel away no other has. He wasnt worried, or annoyed. And somehow of all people someone finally got to his dad.

A smile krept up on his face as he watched you two talk, he hadnt realized he was staring at all. Until you started to walk over. He quickly turned around to look at a random photo and back up to you.

"How'd it go?"

"I got the map. Lets go get it!' You smile as you grab his arm and begin walking to a room Jacob had said it was in.

Before Sam could even respond the maps where in his hands

"I can't believe you convinced him. Good job Captain" he tiped his hat to you. You blush at the gesture and tip a fake hat to him

"You too Sam. We wouldn't be here without your connections ya know" you wink and read along side him.

"Alright lets see if we can find the empty nest" sam sits down on a chair.

"Alri let me think... The way i heard it. The readings he was getting were normal at first, then they bottomed out.' And no creature, alien or otherwise, would dare step inside' there found it... Oh boy... Thats a problem" he lets out another deep sigh

"Whatever it is we can handle it"

"Well, you aint wrong. But lets take a look at what we're up against" sam stands up with you.

"First its in The middle of the frontier. Which we already expected. No problems there but the usual tusslin with alien life. But the empty nest is in a cave right in the middle of Shaw Gang territory. Same outlaws who held up Galbank"

"Bring outlaws to justice sounds like fine work to me..no?"

"Well just remember its about the Artifact not them. Hurting bad guys puts a smile on your face, Thats A bonus lets get to that cave"

You both travel to the cave. Beating up bad guys when you need. Traveling down to the depths and arriving at the artifact.

"This place looks awesome" sam messes with some of the floating rocke around it.

You pull out your Cutter and cut into the rock exposing the artifacts surface. You reach your hand out to touch the thing. Your vision going into wonders as you feel your mind expand. Sam looks at the frozen you. Getting worried and rushing to your body. Eyes wide open looking up as your hand is stuck on the Artifact. Finally you wake up. Falling back into sams arms as he catches you and lays you down.

You shake your head a bit and look down at the artifact in your hand.

"Won't lie. My heart stopped for a beat when you passed out. Glad you're still with us" sam lifts you off the ground as you Steady your own feet.

"Haha..find anything interesting while i was gone?" You shake off the dirt on yourself

"Nothing too special but found this" sam hands you some rock. You smile and put it into your bag along with The Artifact

"Thank ya sam. Ill Treasure it forever" You get ready to go back to the surface. Not knowing how Sam felt at the one thing you said. The smile on his face didnt leave till you guys got out the cave.

As you both were walking up you begin to wonder things.

"Mind if i ask you a personal question?" You climb the dusty stairs.

" depends on the question captain..shoot"

"What do you think on exploration?"

"There's so many planets, Moons, celestial phenomena out there...most captains just sail through the Great Black. Not really looking...appreciating. A lot of the time touching down on a virgin planet can be ...uneventful. But.... Every now and then you see something no human gas ever laid eyes on - that is what i live for"

" how interesting.. I like hearing your ways of thinking, you yourself are interesting sam." You turn back and shoot sam another Smile. Always showing him how happy you are to learn more about him.

"Tell me more about cora" you love hearing about him..for some reason this cowboy is so interesting to you.

As he talks to you about her schooling. How weirdly smart she is and how shes just getting started. He talks about his actions and what hes seen or done across the universe and finally what he plans to do with life. You loved every second of the conversation even telling him your plans and what you did before the job.

You get up to the surface and head into the ship. Cora greets you, Reading some of your books.

"Heading back to the lodge!" You get ready for takeoff.

Heading into the lodge you put the artifact down. Having a small conversation with everyone about the meaning and how amazing everything is.

"Well i think Cora and I need some downtime. But you let me know when you want to team up again" sam leans on the railing smiling up at you as you lean down too.

"Oh and since it tends to come up.. Me and my rugrat co-pilot work as a team. Thats non-negotiable. If im coming with. That means Coras on your ship"

"Oh? I was just planning on having Cora. I mean shes super helpful!" You bump your arm into Sams. He gives you a big laugh

"Actually...i wouldnt mind if we all kept traveling together..." You look down watching cora interact with the rest of the team.

"Huh..why not?"

"What do you think cora?" Sam yells a bit at cora

"Want to keep traveling with the Captain here"

" its really nice to have more company. New Stories, new data-" cora goes on but gets cut off

"What? Data? Haha, all right we're in. Lets see what the galaxy throws at us next" sam laughs more sitting up. You take a second to stand continuing to watch the people below. Sam takes this second to watch you. Noticing your build. Watching what exact pose you're in. He wouldn't deny you are attractive and the suit you always wore even inside and on habital planets didnt show you off.

As you begin to get up sam quickly turns away. You notice this

" uh...you okay?" You turn to him concerned and why he turned away so fast

"Yeeup all good" sam looks away sheepishly you not understanding that he was checking you out.

"Well i heard i had a room here...im so excited to get decorating. Make this place feel like home"

Sam nods wondering where you're going with this

"Do you have a room here?" You ask wondering what it might look like.

'I do.. Coras is in the basement. She says she likes to not hear what adults talk about.."

"Oh can i see? Id like to see how you decorate. Plus living life on a 2 person Ship isnt really ideal for most decor centered things. The lodge ia huge id like to buy some stuff too" you look around admiring the practical mansion you're in.

"Uh okay? Its this way" sam raises an eyebrow but still leads you the way to his room. You notice the posters and punching bag. Loving all the stuff hes gathered over his time.

"Is this an old baseball?" You ask sitting on his bed.

"Yeah, got it a while back from a trade was going to be Coras" Sam watches as you look around his Room. Awkwardly waiting for your next move, noting just how confident you are to just walk into a mans room.

"Youre something special arent you?" Sam chuckles a bit watching you lay back in his bed.

"Huh? Why do you say that?" You look up getting more comfortable in the bed.

"Well... First you're in my bed after wanting to look at my decor, thats something special" sam laughs again putting more things he found on the shelfs he has making sure hes turned away from you.

"Yeah well you look like an interesting person. Thought your room would be interesting too" you laugh a bit and sit up.

"Was i wrong?" You turn to look at Sam who now is looking at you.

" I guess not. Didnt think my room was so 'interesting' to you. I mean ive got no problem with you here im just a bit confused" Sam crosses his arms confused.

"I have my own room sure but. Honestly after being in here. This room is more comforting. Its so you? Its nice" you stand up shooting the cowboy a smile.

"You've got good taste cowboy" you start to walk out of the room. Sam watches you

"Ive never even seen a Cow and im not a boy..." Sam chuckles to himself before following you of of his room and into the direction of your room.

" you may not have seen the Cow but you definitely have the qualities..." You turn around to flick his hat and you give him a small wink and smile.

Sam is smiles rolling his eyes as a joke.

"Captain are you flirting with me?" Sam laughs a bit walking past you.

" no" you speed up, passing Sam up

"Unless you wanted me to?" With that you bolt down the hall way running into your room.

Sam smiles laughing to himself, tipping his hat down.

"What a weird woman" he walks to follow after you.

#sam coe #sam coe x reader #fanfic #starfield #starfield game #bethesda #space #space cowboy

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine swapping bodies with King part 1

Part one (here) - Part 2 (WIP)

King: *sorting through the loot of the crew's latest expedition, when he finds a stone locked treasure chest that he can't get open.* (y/n)! I need a lock picked!

You: *hops up from your desk and starts to open the lock with your picks.*

When you open it you pull out a strange gold statue with two individuals back to back, locking arms at the elbow holding their palms together. The statues had jewels in the eyes and intricately carved hearts that are the color of the eyes of the opposite individual.

King: oh, that'll fetch a high price, may I see? *Takes the statue when you hand it to him*

You: *the moment King lifts the statue out of your hands you start to feel dizzy*

King: *watches you feint and crumple onto the ground* hey are you ok~ *leans over to get a better look, before the reeling back as he gets hit be a wave of vertigo, falling over and feinting himself.*

Five hours later

You: *is pulled back into consciousness by a scream, and looks around* what happened? *Looks around to see a smaller version of yourself next to you*

King: *starting to have a panic attack* what the fuck happened?

You: I have no idea *sits up and realizes that you have switched bodies with one another* I think it has something to do with the statue. *Reaches out to grab it*

King: *yells* Stop touching the damn thing! We need to put it back in the box.

After a long overly complex method of putting the statue in the box without either of you touching it directly

You: *annoyed by how tight King's suit is* can I please take off this jacket?

King: *still very agitated* Absolutely not, you will be staying in those clothes until we can switch back. End. Of. Story.

You: And how do we do that?

King: I don't know.

You: well what do we know about the statue?

King: fuck all

You: then we need to figure that out, because it's pretty much the only explanation for this. *Gesturing to the both of you,* so I suggest we inform Kaido, and then we hit the library.

Hours later in the library

You: any luck?

King: no *you can hear that he's about to lose it and see him starting to shake*

You: hey hey, it's going to be okay sweetheart *pulls him against your shoulder and rubs his back*

King: *goes limp in your arms and grumbles* what the fuck is wrong with this body?

You: *coos* that body does not handle anxiety or stress well. Just breathe darling, and know you're not alone in this. We'll get through this together.

King: yeah, let's keep looking.

You: No, it's three in the morning, let's swing by my room to get some stuff, and then head to your room.

King: *suddenly very defensive* why mine?

You: really? My room is not big enough to fit your body, and I assumed you wouldn't want me in your room alone. I also figured your room would be more secure, and have its own bathroom.

King: *agrees with your logic* Fine.

At the crew's dorms

You: *waiting in the hall while King packs some stuff for an indefinite stay at his place*

King: *grumbling and shoving shit into a ruck sack*

Neighbor lady: where are you going?

King: *does his best to mimic you* To have a sleepover at King's.

Neighbor lady: oh ho ho, never thought you'd snag that one. Tina over in unit 3 is going to be so jealous, she's been trying to bag that ass for ages. But if it's just a 'sleepover' why are you bringing so many clothes?

King: *figured that she did* I don't know how long I'll be gone.

Neighbor lady: oh, in that case make sure to bring these, in case you get bored *grins at you and pulls a box out from under your bed and shoves it in to the ruck sack* remember to use condoms and like a barrel of lube

King: *flustered* why would I need lube and condoms?

Neighbor: because King probably has a gigantic cock, and I don't think he'll be gentle. Of late he's been wound rather tightly, and probably intends to use you for relief. Have fun. *Closes the door behind her*

King: *shrieks* it's not that kind of sleepover, it's for work!

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[goldrose-star]

Of first impressions and coincidental meetings pt. 1 🌱

Just a little something I came up with 👀

I devided it into two parts. Part two can be found here.

This is my first, second if you count the 'Wedding Invitation' post, time writing something. It's been years since I beta-read someone's else work and even more since I wrote something myself. I hope you guys like it 🙂

Let me know what you think if you'd like and I'd be happy if you guys have any constructive criticism to spare for me 💖

Also, sorry in advance for mixing up / jumping between present and past tense and/or any typos 🙏

Clay belongs to @rottent33th and AJ belongs to me 💖😊

Story under cut

First impressions - Meeting you 🛹🤝

The first time Clay meets AJ he gets run over. Quite literally. By her no less.

At the time he had just come out of the record store where his friend Jay worked. AJ, having been skateboarding on the sidewalk, new in Killmor, exploring the town. As fate would have it, they meet, unexpectedly so. The moment she registered him stepping outside it was already to late too hit the brakes, let alone slow down. So what happens next wasn't really anybody's fault:

AJ manages to exclaim a quick "Fuck!" a split second before crashing into Clay, who had been ready to go on about his day, heading towards the gym. He falls, gravity pulling him straight down to the ground, taking AJ with him. The redhead is, thankfully, able to catch himself, cushioning the fall by stretching out his arm, preventing his head from hitting the pavement. What however knocks the air out of him is AJ, landing face-first on top of him.

[This scenes all look quite comedic when seen on television, maybe even romantic, some would say, but at the time? Not so much, "Hurt like a bitch" Clay would say, wincing as he remembers.]

It takes him a moment to fill his lungs with enough air and for his brain to process what had just occured. A mix of adrenaline and endorphins mask the pain in his hip, some of his ribs and hand enough for him to shift his attention instead to the situation at hand.

His brows furrow, a scowl making its way onto his face, ready to give the person a piece of his mind. He looks down and notices in passing that he had subconsciously wrapped his free arm around the person as though to protect them from suffering any additional damage from the fall. Judging by the brunette wavy hair and the small figure of the person he concludes it was a woman.

The words he was ready to deliver however quickly die down and turn into stunned silence when the person stirs and looks up at him. Clay's hazel eyes meet what at first appear to be sea green irises that encase golden circular rings. The person's eyes widen after focusing their own gaze on him.

A moment passes before the additional weight on top of him is being lifted, AJ scrambling to get off the redhaired man. His ears pick up a mellifluous voice, obviously belonging to her. "Hey, you good?" she asks, concern mixing with her voice. A hand adorned with mismatching rings moves into his field of vision when he looks up, their eyes meeting.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Clay answers, instead of what has burned on the tip of his tongue not even a minute ago, and he means it. His hand envelops her much smaller one before he can rethink his decision.

The rest not important enough to mention. He never got her name that day.

Suncatcher - Play of light 🌳☀️

[Komorembi -> Definition: Sunshine filtering through tree leaves; the interplay between the light and the leaves.]

The second time they meet is in a deeper part of the forest surrounding his home a week shy after the events of the first time they met. Stray rays of sunshine managed to filter through the crowns of trees as Clay makes his way through the woods around early afternoon.

A few minutes later some part of the forest dips softly down, making him take more slower steps until he has come to the foot of the hill.

What scares the living hell out of Clay is a body laying on the ground that he nearly tripped over. The first thing he noticed is that the body is, strangly enough, laying on a blanket on their side. Brown sunbleached hair is being highlighted by rays of light, hiding the face of the person. His eyes try to scan the body for any injuries, which proves to be difficult as it is obscured by what appears to be some sort of article of clothing, the material to soft for a jacket. A pair of small boots, black Doc Martens, peek from under the clothes.

Crouching down next to her he tries to come up with a plan as what to do next. Having already figured out that the figure was female. After the initial first look the redhaired man registers that the clothing on top softly rises and falls. The realization makes him exhale a breath of air he hasn't even noticed he was holding.

[Apparently sleeping on the ground in the middle of the woods is not the smartest thing to do. It does however make for an unique way of getting acquainted as it turns out. "I swear, I thought she was dead! Just layed there on the damn ground, not moving even an inch!" Clay is leaning forward, legs spread, feet on the ground, his voice carrying a frustrated undertone, while he gestures animatedly. Amused female chuckling can be heard from behind him.]

Clay doesn't know what brings him to do the next thing he does as he reaches out and gently pushes the few strands of hair back that were still hiding the person's face. Before he can clearly see her face the woman stirs and her upper hand shoots up to rub at the spot of skin that the hair had obviously tickling.

A soft and highpitched yawn escapes her lips as she sits up and stretches one arm upwards while the back of the other hand covers her open mouth. Clay realized that this was the girl that had ran him over earlier this week. Slowly opening her eyes, having just been rather gently woken up from her slumber, she realized who was sitting in front of her. The tall guy she mistakedly knocked over in the middle of the sidewalk when she was exploring the town.

She visibly startles before catching herself. "You do this often?" is the first thing the redhead asks, trying not to show his surprise, slight irritation lacing his words instead. "W-What?" AJ's eyebrows rise up, a puzzled expression forming on her face. "Run people over, sleep on the ground in the middle of the woods." Clay lists, shrugging while she focuses her gaze on him, curious.

Hearing that the young woman quickly ducks her head down, "No, not usually." she answers sheepishly. "Sorry again for running into you.". He nods before another question comes her way, "What were you doing here anyway?". "I was just taking a nap. I couldn't help myself, the weather is so warm and this spot here was so peaceful and nice." she tells him in a lighthearted tone.

"A nap? I thought you were dead." he deadpanned. "I'm very much alive, thank you." she responds, grinning.

Clay shakes his head in amusement, chuckling. He didn't think he had ever met someone like her before. "Alright then!" he says, not knowing what else to say. Standing up he holds out his hand for her to take. Then he remembers. "I didn't get your name the last time we met." he prompts.

"Oh right! It's AJ. You can just call me AJ!" she answers cheerfully. The first thing she notices when she takes his hand is that it is warm and the grip strong yet soft. Pulling herself up she stands on her feet, she does notice both of them standing rather close together. "Well, it's nice to put a name to this face, AJ. I'm Clay."

He didn't say it out loud that day but he thought she looked like spring. She thought he looked like autumn.

Downpour - Come rain, come sun ☔️🌈

AJ had this feeling in her gut that it would rain today the moment she woke up, she could practically feel the change in the air. So she trusts her instincts and takes an umbrella with herself, going for a quick trip to the grocery store in town with her car. Hoping that she could buy everything she needed before the first drops of rain could hit the pavement.

Clay, just having left the gym, his duffle bag hanging over one side of his shoulder, long orange hair in a messy bun, remembered that he needed to get a few things he's had forgotten to buy the last time he was shopping. What he didn't know tho was that in the next half an hour it was gonna pour. Heavily.

Having parked close to the store, AJ took three of her tote bags made out of cotton and the umbrella she brought with herself. "Just in case" she thinks. Just in case indeed.

Waiting in line to pay for his things, Clay sees the rain that has started to fall through the windows. He realized that his car was parked further away from the store, meaning he would be soaked through before he could reach his car. "Goddamnit!" he mutters quietly to himself but seemingly loud enough for the woman in front of him to hear and turn around.

Simultaniously both their brows rise up in surprise as they see who is standing in front of each other. "You here?" he asks. "Small town I heard" she shrugs as a way of answer. "Everything okay?" AJ asks. "Hmm? Oh yeah, just parked my car two blocks from here." Clay looked outside again while she answered. "Ohh..".

Both of them pay for their own things and walked towards the exit, coming to a stop before it. Clay had to take one of her tote bags, his duffle bag not able to hold all of his groceries. AJ looks up at him, having noticed that he wasn't carrying an umbrella with himself. "We can use my umbrella, my car is just outside the store. You can stay until the rain calms down, if you want" she lifts it up as a way of explanation. "You sure?" the redhead questions.

AJ nods and Clay takes the umbrella from her, drapes one arm around her, pulling her closer, to shield her as best as he could from the rain when they'd go outside. "I'm a bit taller than you" he sheepishly offered as explanation when she looked up at him, surprised look on her face. "True. That one over there is my car. Let's go" she pointed in the direction with her chin before both of them dashed in the direction and quickly got inside the vehicle.

[Who would have thought that this miserable weather would bring both of them closer together? Definitely not AJ. "He just draped his arm around me without warning. My heart's been beating so loud 'n fast, I thought it would beat straight outta my chest." she laughs, reminiscing.]

They spend about an hour talking, getting to know each other better until the skies decided to part, bright rays of sunshine shining through the clouds and a sparkling rainbow took shape in the great distance.

Paying no mind to the groceries, sitting forgotten on the backseats. The ice cream AJ brought slowly melting.

~~

Note: As anyone can maybe see, I'm kinda having trouble writing dialogues, anyway 👀

Tagging some moots who might be interested: @bluecoolr @rottent33th @slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @visceravalentines @flower-crowned-lady @tahlalilian

Let me know if I should tag or untag anyone else 😊

#oc: aj riley #aj riley #clayton spencer oc #clay spencer oc #aj x clay

[aropride]

NO SERIOUSLY hp fans will hear "jk rowling is bad and theres a lot of racism in the series" and then go and defend that its not racist because of the blood purity aspect and how it "deconstructs that" when it literally never does and do you HEAR YOURSELF YOURE TALKING ABOUT BLOOD PURITY. POINT A AND POINT B ARE RIGHT THERE AND YOURE NOT CONNECTING THEM.

sorry as a former fan of the series and a trans person with reading comprehension ive had to have way too many conversations about hp recently and its driving me up a wall. merry christmas ^_^

hi im late answering this sorry i went 2 eat dinner and then forgot to respond BUT LITERALLY!!! i watched shaun's harry potter video last night and there is SO much racism in that series- way more than i remembered and i remembered a LOT. like. the fucking house elves just in general and how hermione is treated as an annoyance for saying "hey maybe we should not keep a certain race as slaves and treat them as inferior and say they like being slaves" and how the slavery and bigotry and general shittiness of the system of the wizarding world isnt resolved at all but it "ends happily ever after" like NO IT DOESNT? not for anyone but the white main characters who become cops and shit because those systems of oppression are still in place after the series ends and that's. framed as a good thing? because jkr is like, incapable of realizing that sometimes The Whole System needs to change rather than just the people in charge. and you'd think it'd be pretty easy to figure that out when the system is literally built on slavery and racism, but. well she's racist and just an idiot, so.

it's like she knows "racism is wrong" and "bigotry is wrong" as statements and tries to show that in her work by having, like, a muggle-born wizard do well in classes, or a strong woman who's still feminine or whatever, or having the wizard racists be the bad guys, but she doesn't understand WHY racism and bigotry are wrong and awful so she ends up supporting those things in every other aspect of the narrative that isn't a direct intentional allegory for those things and half the time also when it is!

like idk i read the books the first time when i was 10 or so and even then i was like. "hey why is slave labor glamorized in this kid's book i'm reading? that's kinda fucked up!" or like "it's kinda weird that sometimes the Good Guys do fucked up stuff but it's fine because they're Good, isn't doing a bad thing still bad if you're on the good side?" or "why are characters being fat treated as something that makes them a Bad Person / a signifier that they are Bad People" or again: Why is there slavery in the wizard books! why is it rationalized with "they like being slaves" and "they're sad if they can't be slaves!" or "tricking them into not being slaves would be more cruel than enslaving them in the first place" (<- real thing that was on the pottermore website !)

side note, but why was jkr trynig to talk about things like slavery and racism and blood purity and nazi ideology in a fantasy series meant for children anyway. that feels.. incredibly unnecessary and weird. <- leaving this in for transparency but someone sent me an ask that made me rethink this & i do think it's important for those subjects to be addressed in fiction, even fiction meant for children, as they're already experiencing those things & sheltering them does them a disservice. jkr approached it very badly and the story would have been better off without her attempt at exploring it but in general it's not a bad things to address those things in fiction

and not to mention the way most of the characters who weren't white and british were stereotypical caricatures and even their fucking names-- kingsely shacklebolt, anthony goldstein, and cho chang come to mind-- that speaks for itself, really

and the antisemitism that's present through all of the books. the blood purity and the fucking goblins.. jkr why are your goblins identical to antisemitic caricatures and why do they run the underground banks, answer quick and then kill yourself please! like maybe it wasn't intentional but it's still incredibly fucked up and to my knowledge she hasn't spoken about it or apologized at all.

and that's not even to mention the transphobia. which is only slightly present in the books (Bad People who are women are depicted with masculine traits fairly frequently) but as we all know jkr is a raging transphobe with far too much influence over trans legislation in britain and believes everyone who supports her work supports her transphobia. also she allies with far-right activists and people who ally with the far-right far too frequently like literally any of that should cause people to want to drop her and harry potter in general

though even if that weren't a factor at all. personally i wouldn't want to support or engage with hp at all because of All The Racism. and fatphobia and abuse apologism and ableism and misogyny and antisemitism and homophobia and queer baiting and Oh Yeah, the racism again! like i'm embarassed to have ever been a fan of it and supported it like genuinely idk why i was comfortable engaging with it despite All Of That. granted i didnt pick up on everything when i was 10-12 but even the stuff i did understand as a kid was gross and i wish i'd stopped reading it and engaging with it the second i realized that

sorry for writing an entire essay there is a lot to hate abt that damn series !and merry christmas LOL may you never have to hear about hp ever again 🙏

(ID: two dark red banners with black text meant to look like it's dripping. the first reads "harry potter fans fuck off" and the second reads "ter-fs fuck off too". end ID)

#do u like my banners im not bothering to censor this so they are my first line of defense against wizard book likers #second line is Well i shan't say but it would get me suspended on twitter for threats or something probably #ask #sinsear-aisteach #anti harry potter #racism tw #slavery tw #nazi tw #transphobia tw #hp tw #fuck jkr

[milkywaydrinker]

Day 22. Time travel

I hate time travel as a plot device. It makes no sense half of the time. The other half of the time it just makes everything needlessly convoluted. I haven't seen a time travel plot done well outside of very niche, high-concept sci-fi. Anyways, have two people who are the same person but are almost nothing alike anymore yell at each other.

The graves were symbolic. Of course, she knew where all of their bodies were; she had that chronicled. When you're the one to outlive them all you get a choice: forget or carry a piece of each and every one of them with you at all times.

“Another year, you aren’t missing much Barney, nothing ever changes.” "Oh man, so that's how it goes huh? Immortality really is a bummer." A familiar voice came out of nowhere, startling her. Her magic ignited in one palm while the other reached for the grip of her rapier. "How did I get jumpier with age? Are you somehow more stressed now than in high school?" The person behind her was herself. The other Norma looked at her with a critical eye. "So it's true you don't grow much after puberty." She sounded disappointed. "Hey." Looking at herself, or rather, at a version of herself she'd considered dead and gone, was a bit shocking. "What the fuck?" "Long story, I think we're currently destroying multiple timelines actually." She seemed pretty cool with that. Okay, so that wasn't exactly "her". It should've been obvious from the start. They wouldn't have been able to interact in this way unless… "You're doing something very stupid and very dangerous." "I know." "Do you now? You can't jump forward without derailing your original timeline, you can't just hop over to the next fork and pretend it's fine!" Even in her own reckless youth, she'd never reached this level of unhinged. Starting a multiplanar war was nothing in comparison to whatever this brat was doing. "I never said it was fine." The kid huffed. "We're combing through the splits to find the one where the world doesn't end. We want to see how the other versions of us prevented it and copy their solution." "That's the most creative way of admitting you ran out of ideas I've ever heard." She was beginning to lose patience. "Sometimes everything goes to shit and there's no way of fixing it. Burying hundreds of other timelines under your misery is beyond selfish." "You don't get to talk to me about selfishness." She almost spat that sentence out. "You're a vampire, there's no way you haven't done stuff you regret." What a cheap gotcha, they really were from completely different worlds. "Go back home, Norma. Exactly a second after you left. Every moment you aren't in the stream of your timeline you create a split. Go back and figure your problems out." She turned away to face the graves again.

Time is unforgiving, and while its nature isn't exactly linear, the cause-and-effect chains bind everyone and everything in the moment. Pulling one element out inevitably unravels the whole structure, breaks it down, and creates paradoxes. Nothing good ever came from time travel. "This timeline isn't a total mess." "I told you to go home." "No. I need to ask you something first." The gravel crunched under her combat boots as she approached. "How did you do it?" "I'm not letting you copy my homework." This was what having a younger sibling must have been like. Poor Ana. "Just tell me how to save the world and you'll never see me again." "No, but if I tell you how I've done it, you'll be seeing me sooner than you'd like."

#parkvember #dead end paranormal park #vampire norma au #kind of? idk it's complicated #my writing #norma khan

[dragons-eat-people]

Deep Sea Desperation: Tale Of Splashy

"Seems I really can't get over this feeling, hmm. I guess it can't be helped!" Splashy rambles, transitioning into a giggle. The dragon stroked his belly gently with his claws. Muffled speaking arose from beneath the surface of his stomach, which his ears tuned to listen.

"You want to hear my awe inspiring story again? Well, who would I be to turn you down? I'll do it. It all started-

In this very town! Obviously. Only so many people know of this tale, so I'm practically a living legend! Boy, your seafarers sure are brave, and also scaredy cats, huh! Just like you, too.

"I prefer to be called 'Timid', actually..." The voice interrupts. "Shh! Quiet down!" Splashy insisted.

Before we met, I always had a lovely routine to my eventful life. I'd always gone small, acting sly as I caused harmless trouble. But that wasn't enough. I wanted more. Way more. So one day, I decided I'd wreak havoc on your town's boatmen! Using the powers bestowed upon me, I gave them all the worst fright man couldn't hope for. At night, usually just a single boat would leave from the docks. I was never far behind. Leaping into the waters, I swam after my target, steadily increasing in both size and speed. I dunno if it was something I ate, but my body contained some bioluminescence, so I could be seen underwater as I swam toward them. Now here comes the best part...now the ocean is absolutely huge. Taking water from it is practically unnoticeable. This made me get huge. Like, real huge. I resurfaced above the water, appearing right before the water vessel. Its bowsprit poked me right in the knee, but the crew was already and high alert by the time they heard something in the water. Oh! Their faces, their fear... Simply delicious. My job was easy. With a large expanded maw, I swallowed up the entire boat in one gulp! Ah I remember it like it was yesterday...that lovely bulge that sunk through my throat and into my belly.

Splashy couldn't contain his giggles and snickers any longer. He let it out, only stopping when there appeared to be abrupt movement in his belly, forcing a grumble or two out of it.

"Hey, I thought it was quite funny. Plus, you don't have to push so hard. Relax!" He suggested, merely.

"Y-yeah yeah, sure. And you let them go after?" The voice asks another question. The besuru nodded, patting his belly rhythmically.

"Course I did. Though it would've been nice to keep them to myself, I let them go. After that, I couldn't help myself though! So I kept doing it, night after night, any opportunity I could." He continued. His prey jerked around in the dragon's stomach a bit more.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Weeks, probably a month or two by now. I haven't harmed anyone though. At least, not physically. I'm a predator, not a monster!" Splashy insisted, smiling mischievously.

"Alright, that's enough Splashy." Another voice spoke, approaching from the darkness. The besuru looked over, noticing the figure. A lady.

"Oh, Sapphire. Come to take back your work partner? Darn, so this must've been a distraction to keep me from keeping you overnight. Boring move, boring prey. Fine." Splashy complained, standing up. The dragon was already larger than normal, so he stood high over the woman. His stomach bubbled momentarily, before a medium bulge began to rise upward inside his throat until it reached his mouth. Then- Ptooey! Out came Sapphire's partner, Jasper. Covered in wet saliva, he picked himself off the ground, slipping in the process.

"You've had your fun, but now it's time for us to work. You two can play another time." Sapphire offered.

"P-play?! I doubt you'd call getting eaten a game! He tricked me after all..." Jasper cried.

Splashy mere giggled, shaking his shark-like tail behind him. "Don't expect me to stop, either. Y'know, eating people and boats and such. This is merely the beginning!" The big dragon warned, grinning.

#v.ore #soft vore #oc #oc lore #oc vore #vore story #SplashyTheBesuru #custom tags are cute so I'll use em #unwilling vore #unwilling prey #sfw vore #dragon vore

[uncanny-tranny]

hey, i know you get a lot of asks but i wondered if hou had any like, light you coukd shine on a situation im going through:

im trans. a genderfuck, a transsexual, blah ect. one of my sister's is trans too and she came out to my parents a bit back. i havent reallg come out. like, my mom knows im trans too but i never talk to her about it and she never asks. im not doing well for a lot of reasons but one of them is that i feel like ill be stuck living with my parents forever as a disabled kid and also my older brother is a transphobic ass and he's allowed to say whatever the fuck he wants. my mom will even agree with him sometimes even tho she claims thats just becaus she feeks she has to support him too, even if she thinks hes going down the wrong path.

to make a long story shorter, my older sister thinks i should be direct with my mom, tell her im trans, let her ask questions and shit, because my sister believes my mom woukd love to support me and im being an idiot for defining my relationshio with my mom around my brother.

but its not just that. like my ass of a brother is part of the issue but also my mom has said transphobic shit to me for ye ars way before she knew i was trans and its?? just. when my sister came out she told me how she wished my sister had waited longer and how it was so exhausting figuring things out and hos she wished my sister wasnts trans because things were going to be si hard and i LOVE being trans and i dont want to feel like my gender is just another burden on my plate. like my mom treats me more like im her therapist than her child half the time and i CANT do it. i dont want to talk to jer about my transness, i dont want to "officially" come out even if i am doing shitt on my own. its better than i was constantly around her. i dunno. am i being an ass??? or like overreacting? shoukd i just suck it up and talk with my mom?

You absolutely don't have to talk to her about this, and it's really concerning how you're being treated. I'm really truly sorry, it's fucking tough. Ultimately, it does make sense why you wouldn't talk to her about this, and I don't think it's an overreaction to see that your brother's behaviour is tolerated, I can see how you'd play it safe and assume that that tolerance is a reflection on how your mother feels.

However, please take care of yourself. You don't owe it to your family to bear your heart and soul if you aren't ready, but you owe it to yourself to do what it takes to be able to get through this. It's hard, and I hope nobody downplays how difficult it is to be in that place. But please don't believe that you deserve this, if you think so. It's easy to fall into the trap that how you're treated is how you deserve to be treated, but that's not true. I hope your family can learn to grow, but they shouldn't learn to grow at the expense of you, if that makes sense.

You're entitled to not discussing this, and it sounds like you don't want to, no? That's completely fine and not only fine but understandable. Your transness doesn't depend on your family accepting, understanding, or knowing about it. You'll always have and be entitled to a place in this community, if you'd like it. I'm really proud of you

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #i wish i could hug or fist-bump or something for some of y'all #y'all are unironically in my heart and i wish nothing but the best for you #it can get better. that is always a possibility #yes family can grow to accept and support a trans family member... #...but know that the poor treatment you have had/may have had is still real... #...yes your mother can come around to being super accepting and i hope she reaches that point... #...for the sake of you i hope she reaches that basic maturity... #...but know that your pain/grief/anger/sadness/despair/anything else still matters #you deserve the best. i hope you're well #the second paragraph isn't me trying to tell anon what they feel. i just know that being in this situation can be mentally taxing... #...and you end up wondering if you did something to deserve this (you didn't)

[ettawritesnstudies]

Shared traits tag!

Thanks @sleepyowlwrites for inventing and tagging me in this cool idea! Let's do this for Storge, shall we? Yes I'm including villains in this because I'm not a coward lol

RULES: list the main characters of your chosen wip and tell us which traits you share with them!

Luca: He's so earnest. He just wants to do what's right and live up to his potential. Does he fuck up a lot trying to do that? Absolutely. Does he have a clue what he's doing half the time? Absolutely not.

Enne: Self-righteous anxious big sister energy, a bit too suspicious of strangers, no trust in authority whatsoever at all. I'd like to imagine I'm as perceptive and clever with words as she is, but that's a streeettch.

Grace: Small but about 0.05 seconds away from picking a fight with someone bigger and more powerful than her. LOUD around family. protective. The only one allowed to pick on my siblings is me.

Acheran: Socially anxious neeeeerrrrrddddddd

Chara: (I cut her POV from this draft but she's still a main character in my heart) Argumentative as hell. Tendency to overwork myself because I convince myself the job is That Important I Don't Need A Break, No This Is A Totally Normal Amount Of Coffee To Consume

Esil: If I were about 45% more unhinged I might think it's a good idea to actually pick a fight with the government. We are both friends with truly unhinged people though.

Lyss: I know I have certain privileges and I will use them to manipulate situations in my favor if the situation requires it. (In most cases, this is pulling loopholes with my school schedules tho, which is a bit different from authorizing genocide)

uuuuuuhhhh tagging @siarven for this one!

#asking you which pieces you splintered yourself into for your characters is just a bit to close to #the mortifiying ordeal of being known #but hey you'd figure it out through the story so its fine #shared traits tag #storgewip

[writingquestionsanswered]

"Don't put numbers into your stories." Jeezus.

Guide: Keeping Numbers & Number-Related Details Straight in Your Story

I was midway through my answer when I realized this would be a good opportunity for a quick guide.

About That Post...

Honestly, I think the OP was probably a bit of a tongue-in-cheek, hyperbolic rant from a writer who had a frustrating review or critique. The problem is, a lot of people seem to be taking it as genuine/good advice, and that really concerns me.

Obviously, it's fine to be vague about dates, ages, distances, or anything else if that's what you want to do. But don't leave numbers out because you're not willing to do the work to keep your story's details straight. Doing the work to figure that stuff out and keep it straight is part of your job as a serious writer.

Hey, Buddy! Let's Do Some Research!

Look, I get it... when you're excited about a story idea, you just want to go wild and start writing. But if your story uses real world people, events, locations, items, or other elements--or heavily relies on them as inspiration--you need to sit down and do some research.

This doesn't mean you have to choose exact dates for your story if you don't want to. But if your story is loosely set in the 1880s (or inspired by an 1880s setting,) you'd better have a good idea of what did and did not exist in the 1880s so you can be sure you're not using a 1914 fashion trend or 1700s slang.

And, doing research doesn't mean you have to research every single element of your story before you start writing. You can stop and research as you go. In the middle of my writing session tonight, I spent 15 minutes researching what kind of pine tree would grow near the coast in my WIP's inspiration setting. And even though that location will never be named in my story, I care about my writing enough to take the time to make sure my details are accurate.

WQA’s Guide to Internet Research Researching an Historical Topic Writing About Difficult to Research Topics

Timelines: A Writer's Best Friend

Whether or not you choose to be specific about dates in your story, I strongly advocate the use of a story timeline, even if you're not usually a "planner." Having a detailed story timeline (that includes important back story events) helps ensure that you don't mix up dates, lose track of how much time has passed between events, or create overlapping events.

There are loads of different ways you can create a timeline, and no way is better than any other. You can jot important dates and events down on post-its, use an app, draw out a timeline on a piece of paper, create something in Word... whatever you want to do is great! Here are some different timeline styles I've used. Some of these are timelines from actual WIPs.

Standard Line Timeline

Calendar Timeline (You can print these out at Time and Date...)

Basic Scene List & Timeline

Complex Scene List & Timeline (This one is based on Save the Cat!)

Color-Coded Timeline

And, if you're like me and you have trouble keeping character ages straight throughout important back story events, I give you...

The Color-Coded Character Age Chart

And, honestly, that's how you keep numbers and number-related details straight in your story. Research and timelines. It's just that simple!

So, don't be afraid to include numbers or number-related details in your story if you want them there. :)

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[peachyysugaa]

blood castle i. || enha 02z

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♜ main pairing: vampire! 02z x gn! reader

♜ genre: hogwarts au, mystery, fluff/angst

♜ wc: 2k

♜ warnings: mentions of blood (pg13), purposefully lowercase

♜ other pairings: lisa x namjoon, slight rose x jungkook

♜ a/n: disclaimer that i don't actually ship these pairings, i just find it fitting for the story :] also kinda boring chapter but we're setting things up <3 also hearts at the end of each chapter to keep track of how oc gets along with 02z hehe lmk what you think!

♜ index: teaser | next | masterlist

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i. make the most of it

"what will i do when you're both gone? jennie just left and you two are next!" you pout in your train seat as your best friends exchange teasing smiles. as you get closer and closer to hogwarts, you can't help but keep thinking about rose and lisa inevitably graduating this year.

"i don't know y/n, maybe find some friends your age?" lisa teases. you groan outwardly, tilting your head back.

rose, the ever-exemplary hufflepuff, extends her hands out to yours on the table and grabs hold of them. you stop your obnoxious groaning to stare back at her kind smile. "lili has a point, y/nie. it wouldn't hurt to branch out this year so that lisa and i don't have to worry about you."

your eyes widened. "worry?! what's that supposed to mean?"

rose lets go of your hands to cover her mouth as she laughs while lisa is losing it. the gryffindor 7th year is wiping joyful tears out of her eyes, which isn't helping your case.

you sit, pouting once again and waiting for them to explain.

"two words, y/n," lisa begins while holding two fingers up in a peace sign that you know is anything but peaceful. "you're. clumsy."

"am not!" you defied. your best friends exchange looks once again before raising an eyebrow at you. "tell me one time when i was clumsy!"

"remember that time you tried to shut a mandrake up by putting your hand on its mouth and then it bit you?" rose asks.

"oh! that was so funny!" lisa says, trying to hold back her laughter. "my favorite is when she made a lizard instead of a mini dragon in transfiguration but then it burned her eyebrows off!"

as they share your most embarrassing moments, your ears begin heating up and all you want to do is transfigure yourself into the train seat.

"i stand corrected..." you mumble out unwillingly.

"we love you, y/nie. we only want someone to look out for you when we graduate," rose says as lisa nods.

"fine, fine. i get it, moms."

"you love us."

"yea, yea, i love my two moms who come after my clumsiness all the time."

"as you should, now let's get changing. the train is almost at school."

the older hufflepuff was right. you could see the tall towers of the second home you've come to love in the distance as you glance out the window. this year may be bittersweet since the last of your friend group would be leaving you behind, but you were determined to make the most of it with them and perhaps make some new friends this year.

"i'll stay to keep our spot, you two go ahead," lisa tells you and rose.

"going to text your joonie?" rose teases. the gryffindor's ears have a red tinge at the sound of her nickname for her boyfriend.

"just go before the changing rooms fill up," she mumbles. but as you close the door to your shared booth, you can see that she has already pulled out her phone with a cheeky smile as she waves hi on facetime with namjoon who is slightly older than her and currently working as a magizoologist for the ministry.

you smile to yourself, remembering their relationship when you were just a first year. "come on, yn!" rose calls out.

you break out of your daze and see her several feet away from you. "sorry, eonnie!"

you take your hand off the handle, which you didn't register it was still on, and start to move towards her, carrying your blouse, tie and skirt. before you could reach her, you bump into a hard chest.

you hear a deep oof noise from the figure as you rub your forehead.

"i am so sorry!" you hurriedly whisper.

"you're alright, y/n." you recognize the voice and look up to see sim jaeyun from your house and year. "did you hit your head too hard?" he kindly worries.

"i—"

"yn!!" rose shouts.

"sorry, jaeyun," you apologetically smile as you brush past him. "coming, eonnie!!"

you could've sworn he said something like it was nice to see you, but you were far too focused on not letting rose wait any long. she's definitely amicable like most hufflepuffs, but like most hufflepuffs, you probably don't want to see them angry. you should know since lisa says you're already bad hangry.

it's a quick in and out of the changing room and back to your booth where lalisa waits, staring out the window and watching the castle come closer. it's like a wrestler tag team as you and rose high-five her on your way in and her way out. immediately, the two of you settle down and as you get comfortable in your seat, you notice that she's smirking with you, her eyebrow raised.

"why are you looking at me like that, eonnie?" you ask hesitantly. your fingers look more interesting picking fights with each other.

"oh, nothing," she replies, not giving up her smirk. "just wondering when you and jake were close."

"he's literally the same year and house as me. i can't go a year without a class with him."

she hums like she doesn't believe you. "really?"

"really, really."

"really, really, really?" you groan at her response as she starts to giggle.

"do you wanna talk about your crush on jeon jungkook then, eonnie?" she shuts up then and there, and it's your turn to smirk. "thought so."

"that's hogwarts' idol right there, yn. everyone likes him one way or another, so hush!"

"hush about what?" lisa asks as she slides the door open.

"nothi—"

"jeon jungkook." rose glares at you.

"ohh, rosie's crush of 6 years?" your other friend confirms as she closes the door.

"the one and only."

"you know, he and i are co-captains this year for quidditch. you should just come to our practices."

"will he even notice me? i mean..." your focus on their conversation starts to waver as you glance through the door window. outside your door is the familiar trolley witch with all her pastries and drinks, and you can't help but have a craving for your favorite chocolate frogs. you also can't help but notice the other figure with the trolley witch: the very same sim jaeyun you bumped into earlier.

"eonnies, i'm going to buy some chocolate frogs. do you want any?" you ask, keeping an eye on the figures outside your window.

"cauldron cake for me please!"

"let's have every flavor beans for old time's sakes!"

"alright," you say as you slide the door open and close. they go back to their conversation about a plot to get the hogwarts idol that you're sure is bound to go wrong.

"7 blood lollipops please." you hear jake order. you recall him having a large group of friends across different houses and different years, but for all of them to like blood lollipops is quite unheard of.

"you're not going to have all of those, are you?" you ask him, approaching the trolley.

"y/n," he greets with a smile and a shake of his head as he hands his coins to the witch. "no, my friends and i all really like them. i think i would have a headache if i were to eat all 7."

"2 chocolate frogs, bertie's beans, and a cauldron cake please," you order before turning back to him. "does it really taste like blood, or is it just to trick people into thinking you're vampires?"

jake's face pales though it's hard to see because he's already on the pale side and you're counting out your coins to give to the trolley witch. "personally, i think it tastes like cherry."

you hum as you gather your goodies together, and jake is thankful that you're not paying too much attention to how he reacted. "i'll take your word for it."

the trolley witch moves along, doing what she's done for many years and more to come. you're finally focusing on him more now that you have all your snacks and accomplished being a good citizen by paying the fees. your eyes search his face, go past his sharp jawline, and make their way to the shiny prefect badge on his black and gold robes. the prefect engraving is hard to see against the blinding gold of the hufflepuff badge, but it's hard to miss.

"oh, are you a prefect?" you ask curiously.

"yup, so don't stay out too late. i might have to write you up," he teases.

you playfully roll your eyes at him. "please, when am i not a model student?"

"i would say right now because we're about five minutes away from the castle, and you still don't have your robes on, miss l/n," he jokingly tsks at you.

"ahh, but you see, that's not my fault there, mr. prefect," you banter back.

"oh? then maybe i won't have to give you the first detention?"

"well, mr. sim, i was only taking care of my precious eonnies and buying them snacks. i paid my fees and also engaged in conversation with my fellow classmate, so i've been a little preoccupied," you acted out, playing the role of an innocent student.

"hmm.. engaging in conversation with your classmates on the first day does seem to follow the rules," he lightheartedly agrees. jake is about to add more, but his friends call out to him.

"hey, jake, what's taking so long?!"

"you'd better go take care of your friends, mr. sim," you tease. "be a good hyung, won't you?"

his beaming smile causes your heart to skip a few beats. "alright, miss l/n, but make sure not to let me catch you out of uniform." he waves before hurrying to his own booth.

when you open the door to yours, a chorus of oooh's from your eonnies is what you receive. you roll your eyes at them before shutting the door and grabbing your robe. you can see theirs were already on, the equally shining, gold head girl badge pinned on rose's robe.

"i think she'll be just fine on our own when we're gone, rosie," lisa teases as you slip your arms through your sleeves and tuck your wand in your pocket.

"just don't keep one of my prefects distracted, y/nie," rosie adds.

"so long as you aren't distracted by your head boy, rosie," you tease back.

"no way, jeon jungkook is head boy," she gasps at you.

"i don't know, but i just caught you simping in 4k!" you stick your tongue out at her as she whines and lalisa throws her head back in laughter.

"there really is only one choice though, so it probably is him," lisa affirms.

"i swear, if you two are wrong..." rose pouts.

"but if we're not, you'll get to spend more time with him and get to know him instead of just admiring him from afar like everyone else!" you console.

"well, we'll find out soon enough. we're here," lisa announces as she grabs her trunk from the top rack, helping you get yours and rose hers.

"thanks, eonnie! so glad your long legs are so useful!" you thank.

"yah! they'll be useful for kicking you too, ungrateful brat," she jokingly chastises.

"oh no, lisa eonnie is going to kill me!" you shout dramatically. "rose eonnie, save me!"

"it's going to be a long year," she sighs with a smile keeping close behind as you run off the train and lisa chases after you.

jake's expression mirrors rose's as he watches the trio run off to the nearest carriage. a crack forms in his blood lollipop as he sucks on it harder, the sweet taste of blood running across his tongue. "hyung, come on. let's get in the carriage," jungwon calls to him, his own sucker making his words slightly muddled.

"coming," he mumbles, securing his trunk and stepping into the carriage where his 6 friends wait for him.

their fangs are dripping with the blood of the lollipops.

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jake: ♥ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (lvl. 1)

jay: ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (lvl. 1)

sunghoon: ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (lvl. 1)

#enhypen #enhyphen #enha #enhypen x reader #enha 02z #hogwarts au #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #vampire au #enhypen fanfiction #blood castle #enha x reader #kpop fanfic #hp au

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hot Chocolate (Birthday/Christmas Special)

Summary: Levi is bound to spend this birthday on his own, seeing that you're halfway across the globe as an exchange uni student. What he doesn't know though is that you have planned a huge surprise for him. NSFW 18+

Notes: sorry for any mistake you guyss please enjoy this

Pairing: Levi/ Reader 

Tags: f l uff, nsfw

Warnings: nsfw, the sexies

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, I simply found it on Pinterest.

White heavy cream fell fluidly out of the carton it was stored, squeezed by Levi's calloused hand and into the small metallic pot that he rested his other hand onto. The mixture, an aromatic, dark brown hot chocolate, lightened in color upon a few stirs of his tool. Slowly with his hand he disposed of the empty carton in the recycling bin, making sure to wipe any stray droplet of white on the counter.

He blinked as his mind went blank, forgetting the next step of the recipe but only momentarily. His thoughts once again traveled to what troubled him, but he continued with his stirring in fear of burning the beverage he was set on making. With his teeth sinking dangerously at the tip of his tongue what he needed clicked in his head. Corn flour. A quorter of a cup.

He didn't bother tasting the mixture as he lowered the fire of the stove to the minimum, he simply marched to the corner built in cupboard, hands searching furiously for the porcelain vase that held this oh so precious corn flour that would act as the stabilizing factor to his hot chocolate beverage.

Seconds later he brought the fire to an halt absurdly, never ceasing with his stirring careful as to not have the mixture stick to the pot. He didn't like his chocolate adorned with burnt flakes or the taste they brought to his mouth neither did he like cleaning the burnt pot before having to pop it in the washing machine. As his hands reached for the cups he had set beside the stove beforehand to his alchemy, he helped the thick mixture in with a spoon.

The cups were immediately transfered inside the over; an attempt to keep them from any predatory fly that could have entered the apartment before Levi had a chance to realise and in addition keeping them sheltered as they reached a drinkable temperature. Levi threw the pot into the sink next, sighing to himself as he grabbed his thick latex gloves and out them on his hands. With a twist of his hand at the handle the watered started running on his gloves hands pot making him grab his steel wool.

His hand came to his forehead, wiping some sweat as he sighed again, hanging his head low as he gritted his teeth in frustration. His eyes squinted in anger, his hands dug into the inox of his sink and his heart sink dangerously low as he felt the room run cold due to the sun quickly setting behind the horizon.

Why had he made that chocolate, it beat him. The two of you hadn't spoken in at least two days and he liked -or rather chose- to blame it on your busy studying schedule, rather than the fight the two of you had over that call two nights ago. He had been to angry to admit he was acting like a brat to you, he had been too proud to simply say that he wanted your attention, instead he had resolved his anger into grumpiness, causing your overworked mind to snap.

You were gone as an exchange student in Japan for too long and both your busy schedules and the enormous time difference had dug their ways into Levi's life very negatively. Before you he had never lonely when he was alone, but now, now that he had gotten a taste of what it was to be with you, now that you had been ripped away from him from so long, he definitely felt lonely. And angry. And it killed him that he was almost on time for your arranged video chat, when you didn't even show any sign of being in existence still.

It made his boil though, by now, it must have been the 26th in Japan and you had spent your day ignoring him, not even bothering to open his message. Had he been so cruel to you while admitting he wanted you here with him? Was it that you didn't have enough decency to let him you know you were alright? That was what he simply wanted to know, in the end.

Sighing again he ripped the gloves off his hands and grabbed his phone. His fingertip touching the button provided him immediate access to his homescreen and he quickly entered Instagram dragging the homepage down a couple of times to let it load any new activity. Internally he knew, he would have been glad if he was to see a story or a post by you, any sign that you were alright would do for him.

Of course, as if on cue to shake him of his miserable thoughts his phone rang, buzzing in his palm. His eyes fell on the small window the revealed the caller id to him. It was Erwin, naturally, as he always used to shower him with phone calls on his birthday even up until the moment he was at his front door. Levi didn't missed out on those signs of affection, it's was quite the opposite really. He cherished them deeply. Seeing how much of an impact he had on his friends' lives moved him whether he showed it or not.

And so, while holding back his saddened sigh he picked up the phone, greeting his friend through greeted teeth.

"Hey Levi, uhm, I kind of need you at the moment, am I interrupting anything?"

"No," Levi spoke, biting painfully on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold himself back from sprinting out on his frustration. Of course Erwin could try and hide behind his finger, Levi knew that much. The blond was aware he wasn't interrupting anything, but he was still kind enough to ask; he always was sappily kind when it came to such sensitive subjects.

"Great look, I'm on route twenty two, fifth exit, I'm out of gas can you please come to my rescue and bring me some?" Erwin paused for a moment and then proceeded to mumble through an overly amused breath "I'm sorry I'm doing this to you tonight."

"Did you take your father's run down car again?" Levi questioned.

"No... yes. I'm sorry Levi I felt like I wanted to drive his car tonight. I shouldn't have to drag you here too, I'm sorry."

"No it's fine," Levi bit back, hissing at Erwin's unhealthy habit of wanting to drive his father's antique due to its sentimental worth. But then again, he reminded himself he wasn't in a place to judge. "Give me 15 and I'll be there."

Fidgeting his fingers on the counter without throwing a second look he came in contact with his car keys. The familiar jiggling sound gritted through the air proudly as Levi pierced his finger inside the key loop, finally pressing the keys steady to his palm. With another grunt, he hang up the phone, bringing the device to the palm of his hand once again.

His mind begged him to open his texts with you again -his initial goal ever since the moment he opened his phone- just to stare at the screen or at his unopened text, his insides begged to boil with concern at the process but he figured had all night to do so, prolonging his misery could definitely wait now that Erwin was in need. And thus he simply marched to the hanger behind his front door, eager much to quickly get a hold of his warmest jacket before having to step out in the cold apartment corridor and consequentially outside in the cold December weather.

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You forced Hange to suppress her giggles as you slipped the metallic key inside the lock to your shared apartment with Levi. With an exaggerated jump though Hange let out another scream fill the air, ignoring yet another playful rasped gaze you consequentially threw her. Laughter bubbled from the both of you as you kept on locking eyes, amused by the upcoming execution of your plan.

The plan was simple really. You had Erwin call Levi for any emergency he could come up with and only when he left the house you and Hange would sneak in, light up the aromatic candles you spent weeks picking. You would make some hot buttered rum and light the fireplace to warm up the house. Then, Hange would leave right when Erwin would call you to announce that Levi was on his way back and you'd wait for him with the biggest smile on your face.

"Okay now let's see how much time we have." You said and rubbed your hands together to warm them up. Leaning with one hand over the wall you moved the heel of your left foot on top of your right one, pressing down enough so you could wiggle your foot out of the shoe. Doing the same for your other foot, you removed your jacket and hung it behind the door.

"Erwin said it will take Levi about twenty minutes to get to him, they shall spend about ten to fifteen minutes fueling his car, but he promised he'd try his best to delay Levi if we need to. And then add another ten minutes for him to get back." Hange spoke, fixing her glasses onto her nose.

"You think I have enough time to take a bath?"

Making sure to slip her shoes off after you, Hange nodded in your direction and proceeded to set her heavy backpack on the couch. One by one she took the candles and a lighter out, eventually smirking to herself as she tried to come up with a plan on how to neatly set them around the living room.

"Hange!" Can you put those in the bedroom?" You spoke, ripping your shirt off of you before your finger came to graze the side of your mouth as your mind sunk in your thoughts.

"Ha!" Hange huffed "as if you're even going to make it to the bedroom!"

Your cheeks burned as she spoke, eyes widening slightly at how your mind told you she was completely right. Of course you and Levi wouldn't make it to the bedroom at least until later tonight. It had been months since you had last seen him and it was his birthday, you wouldn't even be able to rip yourself off of his arms. Thus you simply threw a mellow smile at Hange as you sprint to the kitchen checking to see if you had all the ingredients you'd need to make your choice of drink.

Coincidentally, you opened the oven and your eyes immediately fell on what was inside. Your expression softened as two grey toned cups shone in your orbs, the smell they emitted deliciously filling your nostrils. You smiled to your self as you thought about how your lover didn't miss out on making your traditional Christmas drink.

It was unbelievable how kind hearted Levi was, in contrary to what people thought of him, you thought. Most of the times -and simply because he didn't allow otherwise- the only thing people who weren't close to him saw was a cold demeanor, a sharp tongue and a foul mouth. It all would be too ironic if they knew how Levi was behind closed doors. Taking notice of small everyday details, sticking to his beloved routine, cherishing moments with his loved ones, remembering everything most people would ignore about others and showing his love in the sweetest yet most Levi way were only a few of his virtues.

Of course he wouldn't miss on making your favorite strawberry scented thick hot chocolate, even if you had spent the last few days not speaking to him, even if as of now he remained ignorant as to why. You assumed he believe it was about that ridiculous fight and you could admit you purposefully riled him just enough for him not to expect to see you. You were sure, seeing he had shown a previous liking in surprises like this, that his jaw would hit the floor when he'd see you.

Guilt rushed through you at the thought of you making him feel miserable even in the slightest, but Hange couldn't just have you standing there, sulking in your anxiety over how things had led up to this moment. If you wanted to make it in time for when Levi came home you'd have to rush. Hange insisted on shooing you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, urging you to act fast, before Levi came. Sensing she was right, you settled for running to retrieve a new pair of underwear and a clean towel before jumping in the shower.

Stretching your arms to close the curtain behind you as you stepped on the white marble tiles you twisted the faucet handle to the right, letting a deep sigh escape from the depths of your chest as the hot water started running.

___

The sound of keys jiggling together filled what should have been an empty apartment, making Levi's arrival known only to you who stood inside the kitchen. He stepped inside a few seconds later, ripping his shoes off of his feet before slipping into his fuzzy slippers.

His hands immediately reached for the wipes and rubbing alcohol he kept on a stand right next to the door, silently grabbing a wipe and coating it in the strong smelling disinfectant before bringing it to his phone and keys. He spent a good minute cleaning the items meticulously only stopping when he felt satisfied to set them on the stand. He took a step to turn around with his goal to walk to the kitchen and heat up his got chocolate. Judging by the time he could still try to reach out to you before the day ended.

With a quick glance around the room, though he found himself freezing in his spot.

"Great, now I'm so shit mad I'm seeing fucking things." Levi announced -seemingly only to his own self- the moment he laid his gray orbs upon you.

"No Levi, you're not seeing things baby."

Standing up for your seat on the kitchen table you shot him an adorning look; your eyes squinted and your cheeks puffed up, coated in a sheer scarlett color. You silently watched as his eyes grew impossibly wide, flickering between you and each lit candle that showered the room in plenty of romantic golden light.

His legs were slightly trembling, his knees going weak at the sudden need to intake all of what was unraveling before him, but with his heart hammering in his whole body he only managed to part his lips before even beginning to thing if what to utter.

"Merry Christmas and happy birthday my Vee." You smiled again, mouthing the tooth rotting sweet nickname as you walked to him with open arms and a longing look on your face.

He wasted no time, even if his head was starting to buzz in confusion and uncertainty, he bucked in his stand before sprinting towards you. His hands quickly wrapped under your bum, lifting you up on him while prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. With painfully squinted eyes his nose nuzzled up between your neck and your chest, inhaling your magnetising aura sharply as he span you around. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, embracing his head in a loving manner as you couldn't supress your bubbling giggles.

His strong grip on you wasn't ceasing, not even for a moment as he began mouthing his questions; he didn't even care that his voice was muffled by your own form.

"How- I mean when?" He spoke and only hugged you tigher onto him.

"Well, you thought I'd ever miss this day?" You placed a kiss on the top of his hairline. "I was supposed to be here days ago but my flight got delayed, so Erwin and and Hange came up with this surprise plan."

Levi's hands loosened their grip on you slowly was you tried to slide down his body carefully; this breathtaking moment could only ever last for so long, Levi figured as he set you down. Kissing you was the next task he assigned to himself, but it could only happen after he got a good look at your face.

God, he had missed you so much.

So many months had passed since the last time he had been graced with seeing you this close to him and in the moment what he was witnessing almost felt too unreal. Your tender eyes looked into his with adoration and warmth, your chest dwelled with tainted breaths as your hands slowly came to cup his sharp face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't responding at all, I really had to leave to go to the airport after that silly fight we had, I couldn't just tell you I was coming." You said and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Although I was really temped to."

Levi wrapped his arms around you again and hugged you to his chest- this time he missed on levitating you if the ground, even more fiercely than he had done before. He simply huffed in amusement in the crook of your neck, mouthing a sole 'thank you' against you.

The next kiss you shared was maniac and passionate in nature. His lips didn't just graze over yours, the engulfed them. He sucked onto your tender flesh as if his life depended on it and you couldn't get enough. You found yourself grabbing his shirt, then running your hands through the short spiky hair of his undercut.

His slick hands cupped your own face as he pulled back only to catch his breath for a moment.

"I've missed you much I can't even be patient to talk with you."

"Me too" you announced, a hazed look masking your face.

You took a few leading steps to the couch, careful not to disturb the candles in the corners of the coffee table that before it, much afraid of setting everything on fire in your despairate state to have him. Your mouth launched feverishly onto his as you threw him onto the gray sofa.

Levi didn't fight it, not even for a moment. His tongue shoved inside your mouth, rolling around yours, slurping and cherishing each corner of your mouth as he took small intakes of breath through his nose from time to time. His tender hands loosened their grip on the sides of your face, the action eliciting a small whine from your occupied mouth but to was quickly gulped down by the movement of his lips that came to suck on your tongue.

You felt his fingertips travel down your clothed body, skillfully sinking underneath your shirt before restlessly traveling back up taking the cloth away with them. You only broke away from each other for a singular moment, breaths hitching and tinting the air around you, so much that you could almost ignore the way your heart sped it's throbbing in your ears. His hips bucked longingly int you from underneath, the friction already driving you crazy.

As his hands shoved longingly inside your pants you let another moan slip from the depths of your throat, though it was guickly muffled by your lover's mouth attaching on yours , making you melt into him. You felt his fingers graze ever so slightly over your still clothed crotch, painfully flicking their way through your flesh.

Roughly, he pulled back, detaching his want body away from yours while fixing his gray eyes into you. He didn't bother speaking as he tagged at the sides of his shirt, ripping the article of clothing away from him in such quick movements, as if it was the only thing getting in his way from getting close to you.

With hanger widening his eyes he stared at you again, prompting you to put your hands into him, to feel him all the while he run his hands into your form. He failed in exploring your body as he had wished though, with a shagged breath he only managed to bring you close, in a proximity that didn't even allow a kiss to be exchanged. You simply nuzzled into the crook of his bare neck, rubbing the tip of your nose in calm circles against him as you breathed hot huffs of air onto his skin.

His back was still so muscular and ripped despite his skin being so overly smooth under your tender touch, the more small trails you rubbed over him the more he sighed in greed and over exaggerated longing. Licking his lips with a constipated look on his face, he placed a tender kiss on your collarbone before traveling back up, just to teasingly rub his bottom lip over yours.

Breaking the kiss you grabbed his hand, bringing his palm close you your face. You teasingly picked his pointer finger, making sure to scratch the inside of his hand with your nails as you brought the digit to your mouth. His mouth, running ahead of his own desire to stay quiet, blurted lewd moans at your soft suckling and with all blood boiling in his body he was unable to even think about chocking down on his sounds.

He was on his back before he even knew it. It seemed like squirming was the way to go now, right underneath you as you placed kisses all over his chest and torso. With slow hands you reached for his pants, fidgeting with his zipper and buttons before wiggling your arms inside the dark denim.

Quickly, any remaining article of clothing was discharged thrown anywhere on the floor; you could worry about that later but right now you couldn't seem to be able to pay attention on anything else than each other. You had missed him, he had missed you, there was only so much that the two of you could process momentarily.

It was the high of the moment mixed with your scent that pulled him even even more as you craddled him to your chest while never ceasing the bobbing of your hips. The kisses that he sucked in you, sped up the beating of your heart against his as soft skin mingled with your own. Even that was painful to him, the extend to which he had missed you didn't leave any space for him to pull just an inch away from you, as if he wouldn't ever be able to get enough.

"My Levi, I've missed you so much." You spoke with hitched breaths, lips grazing his earlobe ever so slightly.

Levi allowed him self to eventually grunt in response letting harsh huffs of air through his nostrils while trying to guide your hips to an alt.

"Keep talking like that and I'm not going to last." He spoke, his fingering digging into your thighs to put an halt to your movements.

It didn't work -he should have known it wouldn't work- because you only slid down on him longingly and fast, sending his mind in the familiar pre orgasmic haze he so wished to momentarily be freed from.

"Who said," you paused only for another tainted moan to slip outside your lips "I want you to last?" You placed a kiss on the skin behind his ear, careful not to suck and create any loud noise that close to his eardrum.

Levi only threw his head back, his hips starting to work onto a hard, quick rhythm against you. He trembled under your words and every deep thrust, every feel of your insides on his throbbing length was only contributing to the build up in his abdomen.

He hair, sweaty as it was, stuck on his forehead as it dripped, but you paid no mind in his salty taste as you kissed your way all over his forehead and cheeks, nose and jawline, trailing your tongue on any sharp edge of him.

Your legs were shaking now and much to your best wishes you struggled with your thrusting onto him. You only managed to gyrate your hips, earning another moan of him as you ceased your movements, sweat dripping off of your own forehead as if mimicking his antics.

His hands nearly slipped from your thighs as wet as they were but he managed to get the message you were trying to convey; with jaded breaths he started thrusting maniacally from underneath you, damaging through you as pleasure dueled in both your bodies.

Yearning splashed all over his face and his grunts only got louder. Your foreheads collided as you cupped his face, noses nuzzling up, eyes staring deep into eachother.

Gentle. His ultimate indulge into you was gentle and earth shattering at the same time. His veins popped in white hot pleasure and his chest boiled with numerous erotic moans as his abdomen screamed throughout him, leaving him with barely enough time to mechanically reach just to pull out. His head hung low onto your collarbone while his head throbbed, unable to come down from his high just yet. He couldn't even move his eyes to see you, although he knew by listening to your panted breaths that you were in the same position as him.

Pushing him back to lay down on the couch, you kissed all over his face for the thousandth time tonight.

"I'd never ever miss this important day, you know." You smiled, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose.

"It's not that special, brat" he spoke shyly as he cooed into your face rubbing his upper lip to your cheek. You recognised the action; it was a habit of his to coo in such way, any overly soft thing grazing his top lip indulged him in endless calmness and you hummed to yourself in amusement to the feeling.

"I missed you."

"I know. You said that." He huffed, his lips puckering to hide the playful demeanor behind his next words. "But I don't think I heard it right, mind repeating it?" His fingers trapped your nose between them and swayed your head from side to side before moving to your naked back to press you closer to him him once again.

"You're such a tease. I love you Levi."

"I love you too," He blurred with eyes that burned into yours and proceeded to place a sweet kiss onto your sweat drenched hair "so much, you brat."

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Anon said: tried to read through all your request rules, but I didnt specifically see which Characters you write for. If you do, could you write for Porco helping his S/o sleep? I have super bad insomnia most days, and I just really want something fluffy with Porco...just cuddles or stories or something. If you dont write for Porco though could you switch it with a AoT character you do write for, I'm not really picky. Thank you so much in advance! 🥺💗

Porco helping you sleep

{Porco x reader | tw:none | sleep help, fluff | canon }

{ "The Night School" C.1660-C.1665 By Gerrit Dou 1613-1675 }

Unmoving shadows cast into the empty white walls, slightly flickering with the flame on the white candle sitting on the nightstand. Half lidded eyes observe their small movements for they're the only interesting thing in this empty hotel room you've been assigned. 

Your beige uniform tucked into the small closest with a single hanger inside, the armband hanging on the closest door for easy reach. The squeak of the spring mattress chirping up whenever you moved to flip your too stiff pillow. 

Judging by the amount of melted wax collecting on the bottom of the candle, you've been awake for far too long. 

This isn't the first time this has happened, you're used to getting acquainted with the room's walls and shadowy furniture.

Sleep has abandoned you long ago, its friend insomnia visiting you daily instead. Only leaving every week or so to remind you of what you could never have, taunting almost.

You've tried to force yourself to sleep really, did every known trick in the book, you even tried mediation like Zeke has been preaching to you about, but to no avail. so you've started making peace with the thing, you know at least using the night time to get things done since you're not getting rest either way.

Books were your first friend, for staring at the walls could only be entertaining for so long, but now with your stash of books miles away back home, you're left with nothing else to do.

The nightstand drawer only contained an emergency gun with several bullets inside, and the pocket knife under your pillow wasn't interesting enough.

Getting up from the bed, you picked up the candle before slowly inching the creaky door open. Maybe a glass of water could help, who cares that this is your third time going for water in the last hour? Well hydration is important after all, or so you tried to bargain for an excuse to stretch your legs.

Attempting your best to glide through the old wooden boards without as much as a squeak, you headed towards the kitchen, passing through several other bedrooms in the process, probably all deep in dream land already.

Everything was too quiet, the sound of water filling the glass was the only thing interrupting the silence, its cool feeling going down your dry throat helped you a bit.

Drinking down what you can, you decided to take the rest with you back, a good excuse for a trip to the bathroom later. Although as you turned, a figure was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and staring at you.

"Isn't it too early for breakfast?" Porco said, covering his mouth with his hand as he yawned, "you should get some rest while you can, we're getting thrown in the front trenches tomorrow." 

Just the mention of it made your stomach roll at the thought of staying in a muddy hole for days, the smell of gunpowder and yelling of soldiers, not to mention the crowded train rides back home.

"I know, it's just…" you stared at the water moving inside your glass while tilting it, "one of those days, you know?" 

eyes narrowing with his eyebrows pulling down in concentration, even Porco's sleep clouded mind could recognise the heavy bags under your eyes. The ride here used all of your energy and now you're too tired to even sleep.

Feeling an unpleasant weight on his chest, he wasn't sure what to say as he approached you, awkwardly leaning against the sink, a heavy sigh left him.

"You know, you should bother me more often, I don't mind it." His gentle tone was followed by a melancholic smile, "let's just...go to bed."

With that his hand wrapped around your wrist, loosely at first like he was reluctant about it, before it got more secure once you didn't pull away.

…

The old door gave out a creek as it closed behind you, the room dimmer than you left it with the candle you're carrying almost burning out. 

Looking at the small bed with a single pillow, you wondered how the two grown people would fit in it and judging by the frustrated look Porco was eyeing it with, he must be thinking the same.

Looking at him, your mind wondered back to all the battles you've fought together. For some reason the superiors always seemed more strick and harsh with him, especially after the paradise mission was launched.

Belitting and nagging, carelessly throwing him in risky situations.

Your grip tightened around the water glass, feeling growing thickness in your throat. "Hey...it's okay you can go to your room, you need sleep." You said moving past him to sit on the bed, "I'll be fine."

"Should've thought of that before waking me up, now scoot over." He said, rising an eyebrow and stepping closer.

"I didn't wake you up, you're just a light sleeper." Laying down, you stretched your limbs filling the bed, "there's no room, it won't fit."

Silence filled the room for a while, you could feel his eyes roaming over you, "Oh really? Well…"

One second, you were laying on the mattress while staring at his stubborn expression in confusion, the next a pair of arms was lifting you up as he stole your place before dropping you on him. His arm circled your waist not trusting that you won't pull away

"I made it fit." he looked at you with smugness in his eyes

His warm skin felt comforting against yours, contrasting with the cold room air, you could hear his slowing heartbeat with being so close to his chest, your legs slowly tangling to fit under the blanket covering you.

Apparently that's as far as his genius plan went, because after that an awkward silence filled the room.

"So...you made it fit huh?" You couldn't help but say, a grin slowly spreading on your face. 

Porco blinked in response, tilting his head, before his eyes stilled as his ears flushed. "Fucking god, you're such a-" his attempt to scold you was interrupted by a chuckle escaping mid-sentence.

Having a contagious laugh, soon enough you too joined him.

After it died down, the atmosphere was replaced by a much more relaxed one as his hold on you softened, more intimate than the previous one. 

"When I was a kid, i used to have trouble sleeping- well more like i was too stubborn to fall asleep." Porco said, trailing his finger up your back soothingly, "and since Marcel was stuck sharing a room with me, he'd tell me stories to get me to fall asleep."

"What kind of stories?" 

"...if you tell this to anyone I'm reporting you to the higher ups you for treason, they were flower stories." Clearing his throat, you could feel his heartbeat rising under you, 

Closely watching your reaction, Porco continued after some seconds. "now I'm not calling you a kid nor do i think it's as simple, i just think...we should give it a chance." 

With the heaviness of the blanket above you and warmth of his body underneath you, it was hard to refuse his request, especially with the way he looked at you so earnestly. 

You agreed, and felt his other hand reach to pull up the blanket more, tucking you protectively between his body and the soft fabric. 

"This first one is called...well i don't remember what names Marcel gave them, but it's about poppies."

Crimson red bringers of eternal sleep, their crumbled petals and dark centers often found in the ancient tombs of soldiers.

As the mother of nature, Demeter, mourned and grieved from the betrayal of Zeus, it wasn't only the mortal realm in which death loomed at every corner, for her own mind was a tormenting prison of never ending suffering.

And so a droplet of her blood sprang and flourished to create a six petaled flower, easing her heartache if only for a moment as the poppy put her to sleep, numbing the pain.

Following in her trail was a red carpet of poppies, soon enough death and sleep themselves wore the flower, red crowns resting on top of Thanatos's held up head and one almost slipping from Hypnosi's leaning one as he dozed off. for eternal sleep was only another name for visiting the underworld. 

A symbol of peace in resting and condolence for the loss of a loved one, became the poppy's role. 

"This is why you'd often see them in people's front pockets whenever we return home." Porco said, the light slowly vanishing from the room as the candle burned itself out, the flame snuffed.

You've never questioned why a delivery of poppies would always be on the requirements in each returning celebration, it's just always been there. 

Slow and easy breathes flew through you, lazily stretching your arms up till it met something soft. Porco seemed to tense as your fingers loosely combed through his hair, leaning into the touch after a while.

"Don't stop." He murmured, sleep clear in his voice as another yawn left him.

"Do you have any other stories?" Drowsiness sweeping through your mind, you buried your hed deeper against his neck, eyelids fluttering shut.

"Yeah just…" his hand stilled from behind you as he looked into space attempting to recall a memory, soon enough the soft stroking returned. "This one is about peony."

Named after none other than Paeon himself, these flowers lived up to their reputation of healing and honour, for they have their own story to tell.

How the peony came to be declared king of flowers.

During the Tang dynasty, empress Wu Zetian strolled through her garden. Frowning at the empty field of green covered in thick white blankets of snow, the harsh season not showing mercy for the plants.

With a new goal in mind to flip this dreadful looking graveyard of a garden, she set to defy nature for she is the ruler of the land and her word is law.

Per her majesty's order, all flowers shall bloom in the midst of winter's visit.

As the word travelled far, all the fairies in the land couldn't believe their ears, how could such delicate fragile petals grow amidst the storm and snow. For flowers only bloom in spring, how could we go against mother nature?

While merciless mother nature was cruel, she couldn't compare for the empress's strong rule. For the fairies feared for their wings as their knees shook in her presence.

When the sun shined again, it welcomed colourful fields of different flowers in full bloom. The empress was pleased with their sweet smell and proud colours, each one rivaling the other.

And yet, she stood still near one flower bed, eyes wide. The peony deified her words and stubbornly refused to open, only sticks and brittle leaves left in their place.

In a fit of rage, the empress banished the flower to a far away city, striping away their status.

Living up to their stubborn nature, the peony bloomed that spring the most beautiful flowers humans have ever seen, turning the city of Luoyang into a heavenly soft land as their petals danced through the wind.

But their beauty couldn't last long, for a hungry fire swallowed them all, under the order of the empress who turned their green to coal.

And yet to everyone's surprise, when the earth circled the sun again, the peonies were back in bloom. Springing from the ashes were their mesmerising big petals and soft colours. 

In their respect, the fairies crowned them for their bravery as the ruler of the flowers, for wasn't it for their sacrifice the flowers wouldn't have been freed.

"They stayed on the right way, even if it meant going against the world." Porco's slurred words were half muffled against the pillow, head buried in it, his eyelids seemed to get too heavy for him to force them open again.

Turning his head to the side, you felt his lips press a light kiss against your forehead before whispering a goodnight, his hold still comfortably secure around you as if you might slip away. 

Soon enough, you too drifted into sleep as only his soft snoring filled the room. The moon watching over both of you through the windows as her light barely reached inside. 

And at this instant, you didn't think there was anywhere else in the world you'd rather be. Thoughts of what the future holds were pushed to the back of your mind next to the past, for the present is now and what a waste it would be not to bask in these rare moments of peace in this horrible world

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Ch. 3 - Hoodie

When you arrived home you quickly changed out of your wet clothes and turned on your nearby space heater. Sure, spring was coming in rapidly, but being wet in fifty degree weather was painful.  You made yourself some tea and settled into your desk chair, dimmed your lights, and powered on your computer.  As it booted up you stared over at Choso's hoodie which was hung up on a peg on the back of your bedroom door. You flattened your lips in thought before standing up once more and grabbing it.

While still standing at the door, you felt the hoodie. Since arriving home it was nearly dry. You contemplated again for another moment before bringing it to your nose. You took in a deep breath; the woodsy, smoky scent filling your nostrils. You closed your eyes to envision him: slouching with his hands in his pockets, the unamused look on his face, and the way he got on your nerves.

"YYY/NNN!!!" Your mother burst into your room, catching you in the act. "What do you think of-?" You dropped the hoodie on the floor immediately in response to her sudden presence. She was holding a pastel pink bow in her hands.

"Ever think of knocking?!" You protested, face becoming as red as a lobster.

"Sorry, sweetie," she chuckled and looked at the garment on the floor. She gasped. "Is that from a boy?!" Her voice escalated with excitement.

"No!" You quickly shouted. "Well...yes...but it's not like that!" You corrected. She pouted and sighed.

"Anyway, I was thinking of tying these on the back of the chairs during the reception. What do you think?" She held up the satin ribbon.

"Yeah...yeah, real nice," you nodded, running a hand through your hair as you composed yourself.

"Open up!" She declared, beginning to exit your room. "You'll need a date for the wedding after all. Running out of time!" You could tell how giddy she was about getting married again. It made your heart feel full seeing her so happy. You could care less about Noritoshi, but at least she was happy.

"Running out of time, my ass," you grumbled, picking up the hoodie and shutting the door behind her.

You sat on the edge of your bed with the hoodie in one hand and your phone in the other. You pressed the fabric to your nose once more, casually breathing in its scent. You opened your messages and looked at the short conversations you had with Choso. It was all just planning to meet for the project or what notes there were in class, nothing more.  You hit the back button to view all of your messages and clicked on another from one of your other friends.

Hey You busy on july 15?

You texted them, figuring you'd rather get the date thing out of the way. You stood up as you waited for a response and slipped the hoodie over your head. You felt shameless in the privacy of your own room. Sure, you disliked Choso but that didn't mean he didn't smell good.

Thats a while away lol Why?

Mahito texted you back after a few minutes. You were perched on your desk chair, the glowing lights illuminating your face from the LED screen more than the dim lights in the room.

Mom's getting married Need a date and she wont leave me alone about it

Oh I see ;)

No. No hito. Not in that way.

You rolled your eyes at Mahito's response. He had always been a flirt with you so you knew that out of all of your friends he'd be the one to quickly accept.

Yeah yeah sure

So youll do it then?

Yeah but we should probably meet up first to make sure we can get the story straight if we're trying to convince everyone we're together

Fine

You answered reluctantly and a few days later decided to meet up with him.  You had met him on campus and he had a lunch set up on a blanket in front of a small pond. You had to admit he put on quite a show for you.

"There you are!" He greeted, standing up from his cross-legged position on the ground.

Before you had a moment to greet him, he had snatched you up in a bone crushing hug. He was always one to radiate jolly, positive energy and that was one of the reasons why you happily called him friend.

"Hey, Mahito," you finally greeted while sitting down with him.

"Made your favorite," he smiled, nudging you with an elbow.

You picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite, melting at the flavor. You smiled and nodded as you swallowed up the big bite you had taken.

"You never disappoint," you said through a full mouth.

The two of you continued your pleasant lunch under the warm sunshine. The light breeze made it all the more enjoyable as the fresh spring air refreshed your pores. Usually you'd be quite chilly in this type of weather, but the black hoodie you had been wearing religiously kept you warm. You carried light conversation and discussed the wedding in detail. Mahito agreed with you in regard to Noritoshi. He noted that he sounded like a scumbag dad.

"Oh..." you looked in the distance to see the familiar spiky hair of your classmate. "It's Choso."

"Hmm...I think I've seen him around," Mahito squinted his eyes to get a better look.

At the same time, Choso looked in your direction and quickly noticed you. He began strolling in your direction, taking a drag of his cigarette. He stopped in front of your blanket, looking between the two of you.

"Hey," he looked at you specifically, a slight smirk on his face when he recognized what you were wearing. "Were you ever planning on giving that back, or..." his voice drifted off as he brought the cigarette to his lips again.

"Oh," you seemed startled by his quick response. You then began to remove the hoodie.

"Nah...keep it," he put his hand up to stop you. You then put the fabric back down and blinked at him. "Probably wreaks of you anyway. I've got others." Your face collapsed into a frown by his sudden snarkiness.

"Will you ever not be a dick to me?" You sighed.

"Maybe in your dreams," he said with a sweet, sarcastic smile.

"Just go away," you grumbled, taking another bite from your sandwich as Mahito watched your interaction with a smile on his face.

"As you wish, princess," he gave a crooked smile before turning and walking away. When his feet hit the pavement he dropped his spent cigarette and stepped on it, continuing on his merry way.

Princess. The phrase made your body shiver, again in the way you didn't want. The way it fell from his tongue was velvety, and the way his eyes met yours...your nerves just didn't know what to do with the feeling.

"What a dick," Mahito chuckled with your classmate now gone, "you mentioned you were working on a project with him? How much of that has he done?"

"He's actually been an active participant, though not the greatest," you admitted, "but I'd say it's a good sixty forty between the two of us."

"At least there's that," Mahito agreed, "more than I'd expect out of a guy like him."

You concluded your lunch with your friend, feeling more on the same level for the wedding. You were relieved to at least have that off your back in regard to your mother's nagging. She was always so proud of how well you did in school, but she noticed how empty your expression was - thinking that someone could fill that void. When you attended your next class with Choso, you reminded yourself not to wear his sweater which had begun smelling less and less like him - devaluing it to you. You had decided to wash it, fold it up, and slip it into your backpack.

"Here," you placed the folded sweater on the tabletop. He looked down at the fabric and took a sniff.

"At least it's clean," he smirked, shoving it into his backpack and taking out his laptop. "Any reason why you decided to return it nearly a week later?" You knew exactly what he was prying into and you weren't having any of it.

"Bad memory," you gave your poor excuse and a small, annoyed sound came from his lips as he sat back in his chair.

"Liar," he mumbled, typing quickly into his computer.

"Am not!" Your voice went a little higher than you wanted which caught a few nearby eyes of your classmates.

"Please," he rolled his eyes in your direction, sassy smile still perched on his face.

"What are you implying?" You grouched, clenching your fist on the top of the desk.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," he flattened his lips and maintained focus on his screen.

He then reached back down in his backpack and pulled out an orange pill bottle with the label clearly torn off. A few pills sat in the bottom of it. He shook them forward and spilled one of them into his palm, throwing his head back and swallowing.

"What are you doing?" You asked in a hush. You had been tempted to grab his wrist before he popped it into his mouth, but he was too quick.

"None of your business," he repeated the familiar phrase and slouched in his chair as if waiting for some sort of affect to take over.

"I'm not waking you up if you pass out," you crossed your arms in an attempt to reject defeat as the professor began to drone on for the day's lecture.

You kept your peripheral vision on him throughout the class. He began fidgeting after some time, fixing his posture and pinching the top of his pants to pull them down as if to get a bit more comfortable - as if the clothing was restricting him or if he were itchy. Your eyes widened as he grabbed the bottle once more, swallowing another one down. Being in the back of the class helped his case, no one had their eyes on you both. Even the professor was too interested in the course content to pay attention to his strange movements.

"Choso..." you tried to whisper as he swallowed down the second. He looked at you quickly, pupils tiny in the middle of his brown eyes. This sent you aback as you maintained eye contact. He blinked hard a couple of times before returning his focus to the laptop in front of him, typing slowly to a point of almost individually picking the keys.

That was when it happened. Choso quickly lost consciousness and his head slammed down on his keyboard. Similarly to the library, one of the keys began rapid firing onto the screen. The entire class turned back to look at him. You knew you had to take charge...

"Sorry!" You stood up and leaned him back, his head falling backward - Adam's apple sharply protruding from his neck based on its position. "He has that one condition where he randomly passes out...ya' know...narcolepsy...I'll help him, please continue!" You gathered up his and your things as quickly as possible.

You were able to nudge him awake enough to get him out into the hallway and on a wooden bench. As soon as you plopped him down he passed out again. You slapped his cheeks to keep him awake but it just wasn't working.

"Choso, please wake up...this isn't funny," you were nearly panicking.

"Hmm..." he finally responded a bit. His eyelids looked heavy as his eyes met yours. He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder as you sat beside him. He used that weight to drag himself up. "I think...I flew a bit...too close to...the sun." His words were incredibly slow as if it were work to form the words with his lips.

"What were you thinking?" You scolded as he slowly came to, still obviously dealing with the effects of the drugs. "What is that stuff?!"

"None of your business," he grumbled, placing a hand to his forehead. "Huge headache..." he went to reach for his backpack that you had placed on the floor in front of him.

"No," you snapped, grabbing his wrist before he could reach for it again. "No more of that." You took the backpack and found the bottle, examining the remaining pills as if you could even tell what they were. You then shoved them into your own bag to dispose of later.

"Hey, I paid a good price for those," he furrowed his brow and tried to slowly reach over you for your belongings.

"Stop it!" You pushed him back on the bench. "I'm missing class because of you!"

"No one asked you to," he slurred, "just go back in."

"Not when you're like this, you idiot!" You wanted to slap him as he slouched there, palms open atop his thighs as his chest slowly rose and fell. Something about him felt so innocent though you couldn't pinpoint it. Your front brain thought him to be too much of an asshole to even try and consider what you found potentially innocent about his character.

"You don't care about me," he stood up carefully, reaching down to grab his things, "just leave me alone." He walked forward and pressed the button for the elevator instead of usually taking the stairs. You joined him as the doors opened up. "You don't like to listen, do you?"

"I'm not going to leave you alone in this state," you scoffed, "I at least need to make sure you make it home okay." He stayed silent though you knew he wanted to protest.

You followed him all the way to the station, took the same train, and followed him home. The house you stopped in front of was quite large for its location, close to downtown and smushed between other homes. You couldn't believe such a guy lived in a place like this. Daddy's money, you thought.

"Alright, I'm home now. Will you leave me be?" He grumbled, now more sober than he was back on campus.

"Fine," you sighed, "I'm going to call you later to make sure you're still okay."

"And I won't pick up," he answered in a sing-songy voice. "Just because you have my number doesn't mean you should use it."

"UGH!" You audibly shouted, spinning and walking down the sidewalk. "Dealing with you is like dealing with a toddler!" You turned for a moment to shout behind you.

"Yeah, yeah," he waved you on as he began entering the home. Spoiled brat, you thought.

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