#honestly I miss red hair ash

[willyoubemycherryy]

❁𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖...𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕊𝕌ℙ𝔼ℝ-ℙℝ𝕆𝕋𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔼 𝕘𝕗??

@ my bestie lil miss westie(^‿^✿) @eymie

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤🜚ミ★𖤐✬.• 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨✊🏽, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈...“

You honestly don’t know how he let people try him.

Tiger doesn’t even look like the pushover type. Tattoos, wild green hair, stoic face and stone jawline, 6 foot fucking 2, ripped jeans and muscle tees. He rarely even looked approachable. Punk rock and pissed off.

But… turns out he’s a sweetheart. Gentle eskimo kisses, slow kisses, helpful with the most menial tasks. Plus the adoring way he looks at you, to how tender and calmly he treats you; even when you’re upset…so it pisses you off when you see short, half court hairline, bald spot eyebrow ugglies talking down to him.

Like now when you look up from your seat in the car, waiting for him to come out of the gas station just to see some dirty old crypt keeper yelling in his face while your poor sweet darling Tiger just nods and looks uncomfortable. You do not hesitate to get out the car and march over there in your Chanel heels to stomp on fucking business bitch.

Tiger hears a door slam and looks up. Paling once he sees that it’s you…and that you do not look happy. He knows how this is going to end before it even starts as you stand in front of him, pushing the angry man back with one of your pretty manicured fingers.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?! Because I KNOOOOW it’s not him!” You’re yelling off the bat and the man is red in the face as he yells back,

“So what if I am! He needs to learn how to apologize after he bumps into people!”

Oh bitch.

“Are the people in the room with us??? Because all I see in front of me is the ghost of Father Time’s ashes.” Tiger bites his lip to stifle the laugh that bubbles up at your jab. Feisty as ever.

“Why you prissy little bit-“, you cut him off before he can even attempt to try it.

“Even if he completely knocked your ass over, he wouldn’t have to apologize for SHIT but I’ll tell you what,” voice low, blood hot, rushing so fast you look downright murderous as you stand chest to chest with the man.

“Talk to him like that again…and I’ll kick your nuts so far up your asshole that they’ll be acorns when they come out your mouth. I’ll turn you and every witness around into stains and mail them to your wife and kids.” He gulps at the dead look on your face and quickly shifts his eyes to Tiger.

“So, apologize right now and walk away from us before I decide to really rock your world.” You feel Tiger stiffen at the same time the asshole does before he mumbles a swift apology, he’s jumping into his car and peels off just as fast.

Grabbing Tiger’s hand you lead him to the car, to your door so he can open it and after he gets in himself, he looks at you. Amused.

“You’re a little bully? Y’know that?”, chuckling at you as you pout.

“You don’t always need to come to my rescue. Some people are just assholes and that’s okay”. He mumbles, pulling you from your seat to straddle his lap.

You roll your eyes before you lean down to kiss him languidly. Capturing his top lip between yours then his bottom lip, both your lips alternating with light sucks and you tilt your head and lick the seam of his mouth, making him moan as your tongues caress each other. Warm puffs of air wash over your faces as you kiss him senseless.

Heat licks up your body, a wet moan bursting out when you feel him aggressively suck on your tongue, his hand on the back of your head holding you in place. Reaching up you pull lightly at his hair until he breaks away with a smack and you peck his lips a few more times to calm down.

“Some people are assholes, you’re right. But if they think they can be an asshole to you on my watch? They’re dead wrong.” panting against his mouth as you give him your verdict.

“Now, let’s go home,” you whisper against his lips.

“I’m wet”.

Grinding down on him for emphasis then swinging back down to your seat to watch his reaction.

Tiger looks down at where you were previously sat and notices the dark spot on his jeans, and looking back at you pupils completely blown.

“Oh fuck”, he groans. Hissing when you start palming him through his ripped jeans.

Squealing as Tiger speeds off so fast he almost leaves the tires.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #the green room #Tiger x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #horror #fluff #smut #masters of the air #mota #x reader

[katsus-world]

Quicky

Bakugou x fem! Reader

Characters are aged up

Warning: smut, cursing bc it’s bakugou, extremely bad smut! 👯‍♀️

MINORS DNI ❌❌❌

The cool breeze of the night hit your face as you stepped out of the apartment you shared with your best friend, Mina ashido.

Tonight was a night of celebration or that’s what Mina said at least. You had just gotten out of a toxic relationship, remembering the countless nights you spent crying yourself to sleep and the countless hours you spent yelling and arguing with that dick you called your boyfriend.

You just wanted to get out of the house and Mina was more then happy to take you out for a good night. Calling all of your friends, she made sure you were going to have a fun evening.

Once you stepped out of the house, you were met by familiar faces. Jirou and Momo hand in hand, talking about what club you all were going to go to. Their eyes both on you as you zipped up the thin jacket you had on.

“Y/n! Thank god you’re ok now, we’ve missed you..” Momo said as she pulled the purple haired girl behind her.

“She’s right, it’s been a while since we all hanged out.” A sheepish smile on her face as she stepped next to her tall girlfriend.

A small smile pulled at your lips as you recalled the last time you went out with the girls.

Momo and jirou had gotten tipsy and sang their hearts out in karaoke singing for two maybe three hours? The night is kinda hazy. Ochako had brought midoriya and stayed flirting all night. The alcohol obviously helping them.

Mina and you had been dancing all night, the music and the dim lit club making you forget all your problems..

Well at least until you had 11 missed calls and 7 text messages in the span of 10 minutes from an angry boyfriend, (soon to be ex), the messages started off calm then they got to the point where he was calling you a slut and a whore for not answering him.

“Y/n? Y/n? Anyone in there?” A high piched voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes locked with a short brown hair girl.

“Sorry. Is Mina out yet?” You turned around, still on the step in front of your apartment. Just on cue Mina stepped out. Her cleavage exposure as well as her thighs, a short dress black with a v-line that ended right above her belly button.

Damn she looked good.

“Let’s get this shit started! In honor of Y/n being single let’s go get you laid!” Her voice was laced with excitement, something you haven’t heard in a while.

Has it really been that long since you all went out? A ping of guilt took over you, but you pushed it aside not wanting that to spoil the night for you, more importantly for the rest of your friend group.

You replied quickly to Mina’s comment, noticing that you were too quiet.

“Honestly if I find a hot guy and he’s down, I’ll be down too,” An embarrassed smile pulls at your lips. You hear a whoop from Mina and jirou.

“Trust me when you look like that, everyone is gonna have their eyes on you!” Ochako chimes in. You look down at your outfit as you thank her for the compliment.

You wore a black Spagetti strap dress with a small v-neck, not ass much as Mina but enough to show your perky breasts.

As you all walk to the club, ochako turns around. Making everyone else turn their heads.

“Yo ‘chako, what is i-” jirou’s sentence was cut off when some familiar faces were spotted on the crowded sidewalk.

“Hey guys!” Kirishima energetically said as he walked over, behind him was sero, kaminari, midoriya and todoroki, and bakugou.

Your heart did a flip at the sight of bakugou, he was wearing a red tank top and some black sweatpants. The outline of his abs peaking through the tight material, his arms looking so much bigger since the last time you saw him. And his eyes, oh my god his eyes, you thought.

His red ruby eyes obviously caught you staring, his usual frown looking back at you.

“My eyes are up here nerd.” You looked up at the ash blonde, your face hot with embarrassment. Quickly you spat out a reply.

“My bad, you just look really hot right now.” The sudden confidence made bakugou roll his eyes, looking away from you and onto Mina who was talking.

“Can we get going now? Y’all can flirt on the way!” Mina whined as the group started walking towards the club.

Beside you was kirishima and bakugou, Kiri made small talk and sometimes bakugou would chime in so the walk wasn’t too awkward.

“So hero work isn’t too bad, and I get to see tamaki all the time so I’m not loney!” The red head gave a toothy smile. You couldn’t help but give one back.

His smile is contagious, you thought.

“At least squid legs shuts up, I’m stuck with deku and Icy hot all day. Those dumbasses never shut up.” Bakugou growled as he looked straight ahead.

“Come on man they aren’t that bad, you’re exaggerating dude.” Kiri piped up as you chuckled. The hot head looking down at you, his eyebrow going up.

“What’s so funny short stuff?” His voice was gruff and something in you turned.

“I just think it’s cool that you both are doing something exciting like hero work, meanwhile I’m stuck inside other dusty books and files.” You exhaled at the thought of paper work.

Just when bakugou was about to say something, you best friend yelled.

“We’re here finally!” Her pink heels making her steps loud enough to hear. You looked up at bakugou and smiled, “let’s get fucking wasted.”

“That’s the spirit Y/n!” Denki called out as he had his arm around Mina.

“Tch, I’m not babysitting you if you feel sick.” With an eye roll you grabbed bakugous wrist, pulling him into the club.

Loud music and flashing lights greeted you, looking around lots of hot woman and men dancing, taking shots, and making out was all you saw. Some people were sitting, cup in hand, others rocking their hips to the beat of the music. A smile on your face as you continued to walk, his hand still in your grip and his upper body now pressed against your back.

“Fuck yeah! This shits cool!” Kirishima yelled over the music. Sero agreed as they walked over to the bar, probably going to buy shots.

“You wanna dance?” You asked loudly to Mina who was still with Denki.

“Hell yes, oh my god! Hot guys to the left y/n!” Your head tuned at the mention of men, they were about your age and honestly not your type.

When you turned back around and shook your head to Mina, she gave a small frown but quickly her lips turned up-right at the sight of a certain man coming behind you, his arms on your hips as he leaned down, hovering over your ear.

“I’m not the only one looking good tonight y/n, let’s dance, yeah?” His voice was barely audible but you heard them, your stomach doing flips as you walked to the main dance floor.

“Woah now, where’s the real bakugou?” You said as you leaves your head back onto his shoulder.

His hands were on your hips and your ass on his crotch. Swaying them side to side as the music made your nerves calm. With the help of a few shots.

Your friends not far behind. Denki and kirishima with Mina as they danced in front of y’all. They did all kinds of tricks on the floor, as you watched for about 25 minutes.

Bakugous hand finding home on your stomach, the other around your neck, not enough to stop your breathing but enough for it to turn you on.

Placing your head on his shoulder, your hand snaked up to his spuckt but soft hair, grabbing a handful, you pulled down to where your mouth was by his ear.

“Wanna go to the back?” You asked and you felt him nod.

Making your way to vancant part of the club, you stepped into an empty room. Bakugou locking the door behind him as he stepped in.

You stayed standing up and he took a seat in front of you, his legs wide open, almost inviting you to get in between them.

“You gonna stand there or you gonna get on my lap?” His voice was laced with lust, you felt yourself getting excited at his words as you sat down on his clothed cock, it somewhat coming to life.

“You look fucking hot on top of me.” His eyes trailing to your chest which was semi exposed. Your hands wrapping themselves in his spikey hair. His calloused fingers grabbing the flesh at your hips.

“Yeah? You like this?” His lips were inches away from yours. Deciding to take the first move, you close the little space that was in between you both.

Your lips connecting like puzzle pieces, the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips on yours made your head fuzzy with lust.

His hand moving down to your your plump ass, the other moving down to your breast, cupping it in his rough hand.

Pulling down your dress, bakugou played with your breasts, the sight making him stiffen under you. A low groan coming out of his mouth as he took one of your hardened nipples into his fingers. Tugging and twisting then as if they were toys, the rough pad of his finger sending waves of heat down to your cunt.

“Fuck you’re so hot, you look so good right now.” He gave your nipple one more twist before taking it into his mouth.

A wanton moan escaped your mouth, your core begging for some type of attention as he continued to suck on your breast.

Your hips having moving on their own, the feeling of you on him was too much, you pushed him off and without one swift motion your dress was on the floor, greedily you ripping his shirt off throwing it behind you.

“Bakugou, need you.” A breathy whine slipped from your lips. Grabbing your waist, he pulled you up on all fours.

“It’s Katsuki, gonna make you scream my name don’t worry.” He slipped your lace panties to the side and pushed his long finger in.

“You like that? No one’s gonna make you feel like this but me.” His other hand came crashing down to your bottom. The stinging feeling making your core tighten around his digit.

Slipping a second one in, he moved them in a scissor like fashion. You bit your lip to hold back the lewd noises. Your eyes pricking with tears as you ached for his cock.

His hand came down again, “Don’t hold anything back y/n, I wanna hear all the slutty noises you make.”

“Please- I need more, bakugou please!” The stinging from another slap made you yelp. His fingers stopped moving and you felt the frustration in you building up.

“I told you, it’s Katsuki. You want more? Take my fingers like a good slut and wait, if I do more now I’ll tear you apart.” Slipping his fingers out of your core he flipped you on your back. His eyes bored into yours, his words made your heart flutter. He was prepping you so you won’t end up in the hospital. How thoughtful.

You nodded and softly placed your lips on his, a slow Passionate kiss, with all the hunger still behind it. His fingers moving inside of you, loving the way you took his fingers in greedily.

Finally slipping his finger out, placing kisses down your cleavage, till he met your wet sex. A groan leaving his mouth as he palmed himself through his sweats.

“I’ll eat you out another day, fuck just needa be in you right now.” As he pulled down his sweats and put on the condom, your thoughts ran back to the last time you had sex.

Actually when was the last time you’ve done it? Or actually finished without using a toy?

The feelings of you being stretched out snapped you back to reality. “You’re so fucking big.” You moaned out as your hands wrapped around his neck.

“Shit you’re so tight” katsuki cursed out as he stretched his way into you. His hands pushing you back down as you flopped onto the the table.

Quickly, bakugou set his pace. Violently making your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts. His balls slapping shamelessly against your cunt. Your head going blank, only the feeling of him inside of you filled your thoughts.

Your moans echoing off the walls of the room as the music blasted louder outside, canceling your voice so only you and katuski could hear.

“Such a slut, takin’ my fucking cock like this. Bet that bastard ex ain’t even fuck you like this.” You look at katsuki with a half lit smile. He was right, he never made you feel like this, he never made you feel anything except pain and disgust.

Not katsuki though, as his hand met home with your throat, you started seeing stars, pulling himself lower to you. He reached deeper inside you, your leg thrown over his shoulder. His cock hitting that special spot that no one has reached in a long time.

Hollow kisses met your face as you let go, the coil inside you tightening as you moved your hips trying to meet your climax. Drool seeping through the corners of your mouth as you made your voice be heard, just for katsuki.

“Ima’ cum.” He said harshly as he cupped one of your plush brests in his hand, while he placed other one in his mouth, twisting and sucking delectably with the rough pad of his tongue.

His heavy dick dragging along your spongy walls as you both finally finish, shaking from under him, you both sigh in relief.

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I have given up on this one 😭 just wanted to post something that’s been sitting in my drafts 😓

#liz writes #liz fucking talks #katsuki bakugou #mha imagines #my hero academia #bakugou x y/n #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #mha smut #bakugou x fem!reader #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki headcanons #Spotify #smut

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Day 3: Patience/Focus

Prompt List

 Pt. 3 of The Empire of Samadhi AU

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 (you are here) | Pt. 4

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: Red Son is the son of an old empire, Mei is the daughter of a new one. Red Son, consumed by fire, was put into an induced stasis sleep to stop the world from burning until his family can find a way to safely remove the fire. They find a way but he never wakes up. Hundreds of years later he awakes to discover his power resides within another as she stares at him with wide eyes on fire.

To wield the fire of Samadhi requires focus. To survive around such idiocy, Red Son requires more patience than he practised whilst creating said fire of Samadhi. But before that, Mk wakes up with a spider on his nose.  

Mk woke up warm. 

He hadn’t been warm in a long time. 

Well, honestly he hadn’t really woken up in a long time. It was all muffled sounds, freezing cold and blurry bits of scenes unfolding in front of him here and there while he was unable to move or think clearly. It was… weird to be warm and be able to twitch his fingers without first being told to. But… nice. He really thought it was a dream at first. 

He could hear muffled voices, two of them. One familiar and one not. His body ached despite the warmth as he slowly gained consciousness. His vision started out a little blurry when he opened his eyes, then adjusted after a few moments and he was greeted with a small black spider sitting on his nose. 

Mk screamed. 

He was already halfway up the cave wall, cramming himself into a space he could fit by the time Someone came running in, fire flickering around them. They looked around wildly, alarmed, fists clenched and guard up. 

“Mk!” 

The voice was loud and panicked and Mk would recognize it anywhere. 

“Mei!” 

He didn’t really think before he was practically launching himself off the cavern wall and at his best friend. He realized maybe it wasn’t the best course of action when he noticed how high up he’d been--and when he processed the fact she was on fire--but by then it was too late. 

Mei yelped as he slammed into her from above and they both went crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs, rings and fire. 

Fire filled the cavern in a small, startled explosion. Mk’s skin burned with a distant memory of pain he couldn’t place the origin of, but before long it was clear the flames weren’t actually touching him. Despite the realization his breathing still came more shallowly than usual for some reason. 

Mei grabbed his hand and pulled him through the smoke and flames to the mouth of the cavern. Mk shielded his eyes and gripped back tightly, the warmth of her hand seeping into his fingers and even up his arm. She was really there. 

They stumbled out coughing. 

“What is wrong with you people?” came an incredulous voice, one Mk didn’t recognize. 

He glanced up, coughing and waving away smoke to try and see who it was coming from. 

“Oh!” Mk said when he saw him. “Hello! You’re really scary looking!” 

And he was pretty scary looking. With hair about as red as it could get, like, ripe tomato red, or maybe hot pepper red. It was reminiscent of many of the vegetables and different fruits he had seen in Pigsy’s kitchen over the years. He was dressed like Mk remembered his Shifu’s distant ancestor dressing in paintings and books. The clothes of a king, or maybe a prince or emperor, unmarred and pristine aside from it being a little dusty with streaks of ash and soot. His scowl was probably the scariest thing. That and his eyes, dark enough to be compared to coal, with just as little life in them. Honestly he looked like he was missing something very important, though Mk couldn’t begin to tell what it was. A smile maybe? 

The man before him puffed out his chest a bit, looking almost proud. “Well at least someone knows I-” 

“Don’t mind him,” Mei said to him dismissively, “he’s a big ol softie. He’d faint if we held hands in front of him.” 

He spluttered. “I would not-” 

“Oh,” said Mk, beaming. “Well, that’s a relief! It’s nice to meet you then, mister.” 

The man spluttered. 

Mei held up their intertwined hands for the man to see, grinning widely. “Look, grandpa. Holding hands.”

The man's entire face went nearly as red as his hair. He spat curses at them as he turned around and stomped away, kicking up ash as he went. 

“Um…” said Mk. “He seems nice.” 

“You get used to him,” Mei shrugged. She squeezed his hand lightly and glanced at him. “You okay?” 

Mk blinked. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m good. Uh… how are you?” 

Mei laughed. 

At first, Mk was going to start laughing along with her, despite his confusion. But then he realized it was different from her normal laugh. It wasn’t light or giggly. It lacked that unrestrained joy that always erupted from her when she laughed. It was drenched in heavy, heavy relief. The shaky kind of relief that Mk had felt after a close brush with death during training. 

Then it stuttered. 

His best friend in the whole world sucked in a shuddering breath, and suddenly she was crying. Her voice was shaking between a laugh and a sob as she pulled him into a hug and held on so tightly and crushing that it made it hard to breathe. 

“Mei?” He choked out. “Are you okay?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder and a piece of her hair got in his mouth. He half-spat half-blew it out of his mouth. He made a mildly grossed out noise. “Ew, ew, hair in my mouth-” 

Her next laugh was torn from her like a sob and he could feel it through his entire body. 

She gripped him tighter. 

Something wasn’t right here. 

“Mei?” 

She only buried her face in his shoulder, her entire frame trembling. Mk could feel the heat from her and from the rings hovering above them. They were heavy. It almost felt like massive weights hovering over them, threatening to crash down and crush them. 

With her hair out of the way Mk glanced up to look at the angry red-haired man questioningly, but whatever he was going to ask died in his throat before he could even lay eyes on him. For the first time, he saw beyond the cavern and the people in front of him. 

And there was nothing but black. 

Nothing but a desolate wasteland of ashes as far as he could see. 

Mk gripped Mei back tightly, knees suddenly feeling like jello. 

“What… What happened?” 

Mei held him tighter still and all Mk could do was glance at the angry man with a lost look. 

The man rolled his eyes at him. “Don’t look at me, peasant. I’m not the one with the fire.” 

Mk glanced at his best friend in his arms and startled as he saw his hands for the first time. 

Burns stretched over his fingers, his hands, small ones, and bad ones that looked like they would never ever go away. 

Mk let out a small choked sound. 

“What-?”

“I’m sorry, Mk,” Mei choked out between sobs. “I’m sorry-” 

Mk wasn't sure what was happening, what had happened. He didn’t know where they were or who they were with or why his hands and everything around them was burned, or why he was afraid to look at the rest of himself, or why the clothes he was wearing felt scratchy and uncomfortable and unfamiliar. He didn’t know what the rings were floating over their head or why the fire in the cave hadn’t burned him. He didn’t know why he could only remember being cold for so long, or why now he felt warmer than ever. He didn’t know why a tiny part of him buried away in his chest felt nervous near his best friend. 

Mk didn’t know what was happening, but the one thing he did know is that his best friend was crying. His best friend was crying and needed him right now. That was something he could understand just fine. 

He hugged her back just as tight, squeezing until she could feel like her shaking sobs were steadied by his arms. “It's okay,” he said. “It's okay, Mei, I’m here.” 

He held her tightly and Mei fell apart in his arms. 

Mei and her friend talked just outside the mouth of the cave for a long time. Far too long in Red Son’s opinion. They had places to be. But when he’d attempted to tell the Dragon girl that, she’d actually snarled at him. Her friend’s hand on hers seemed to be the only thing that stopped her from actually trying to barbeque him. 

The amount of patience he required just being around the two of them was already exhausting. He missed the days he could simply incinerate annoying people like them. 

Eventually they stopped talking. After Mei had stopped crying. After Mk had stopped crying. After they had both stopped clinging to each other like children and crying, they finally approached him, still holding hands in a disgusting display of affection. 

“Teach me,” Mei said. 

“No,” Red Son said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Please?” Mk said, shuffling in place. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his free hand so he tapped it on the side of his leg awkwardly, arm swinging out away from him a bit after every tap. He was such a strange one. There was something about him, Red Son couldn’t put his finger on it, but it made him suspicious. 

“No,” Red Son snarled again, this time with more venom. It was highly entertaining to watch Mk flinch, up until he glanced at Mei and saw absolute murder in her eyes. Red Son cleared his throat and looked away. “I’m not teaching you anything.” 

“You taught me how to use the fire to save Mk,” Mei pointed out, infuriatingly correct. 

“That’s different,” Red Son hissed out. “You weren’t fighting, so I did what I had to.”

“Well,” said Mk, chiming in in the most annoying way possible. “Wouldn't it be easier to get places if Mei knew how to use the…” he faltered a bit, glancing up at the rings hovering above Mei’s head. One of them was nearly directly over his head. Red Son narrowed his eyes and watched how Mk’s grip on Mei’s hand tightened. She squeezed back which seemed to give Mk enough steadiness to continue. “I just mean if we run into any other problems it would be better if one of us with big ol’ world-destroying power knew how to use it.” 

He made a good point. A horrible good one. Good enough that it made Red Son grind his teeth and dig his nails into his arms until it hurt. 

“It’s my fire,” Red Son said through gritted teeth. He missed the way his hair would flame up when he felt this way. He missed how his eyes would spark and people would stumble away, terrified of his power. As it was, the two in front of him simply stood, unphased. Mk was the only one looking even the slightest bit uncomfortable. 

“Duh,” Mei said, rolling her eyes at him. “But if any of us die you won’t be getting your fire back-” 

“The only one here capable of dying,” said Red Son, “is your friend here.” Mk flinched. Red Son pretended not to feel satisfied by it. 

“Alright, your highness,” Mei said suddenly, releasing Mk’s hand and stepping forward. Although he’d suggested she call him your highness on several different occasions, the way she said it was devoid of any real respect. The rings above her got hotter and brighter, the fire lashing and reflecting in her eyes from within. “You shut up and listen. If you die, you won’t get your fire cause you’ll be dead. If I die, you won’t get your fire because everything will probably burn to nothing. And if Mk dies you can kiss your sweet fire goodbye because I will burn you and everything else myself if anything happens to my best friend, got it?”

Truly, her tone was something reminiscent of Red Son’s mothers. Threatening, scolding and terrifying all at once. 

Red Son very nearly took a step back. 

He cleared his throat. “Well… I suppose things would go… faster if you were not quite so useless.” 

“Right,” Mei said, crossing her arms, unamused. 

Red Son straightened up, keeping his chin tilted up. “I am not doing this because you tried to threaten me.” 

“Of course not,” Mei said dryly. 

Red Son bristled. “Whatever, dragon girl. Pull yourself away from your friend and I’ll show you how not to be a useless sack.” 

“Thanks, grandpa!” Mei chirped, quite suddenly smiling brightly. She skipped back to Mk and took his hand in hers once again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

Red Son scoffed.

“Um, yes, thank you Mister uh… Mister…” Mk trailed off, looking a little lost. 

Red Son groaned. He tilted his head back for just a moment to pray for the long-suffering patience required to hold a conversation with these uncultured peasants. “The Demon of Samdhi. Or at least I’m told by your friend that it is now my title.” 

Mk jolted. His head snapped up and he gaped at Red Son. 

“Wait- you’re… you’re-” 

Mei patted his shoulder. “Oooo… Yeah… I forgot to mention. Um. Mk…this is… well, the Demon of Samadhi!” She paused then waved her free hand back and forth. “Surprise…aha….” 

Mk made a small choking sound. He looked quite pale. “M…Mei are you sure um… are you sure traveling with the… him is a good idea…?” He nervously glanced back at him. 

Red Son bared his teeth at him in a wide grin. Mk took a step back. 

It was horribly satisfying. 

At least until Mei shoved her hand into his face to cover it and shoved him down out of Mk’s sight, completely ignoring his indignant cursing and outrage. “Ah, don’t worry about him. He’s a big softie.” 

“I will kill you,” Red Son hissed. 

“See?” Mei said. “Softie.” 

“Oh,” said Mk, like he had complete faith in Mei’s judgment of character. “Phew, that’s a relief. Glad to have you on our side Mr. Demon of Samadhi!” 

“I am not on your side-” Red Son attempted to choke out to no avail. They completely ignored him. 

“Well, Sifu,” Mei said. “When do we start?”  “When you get your hand off my face.”

“Samadhi is a meditation and a form of concentrated focus. Its meaning is a form of… bringing things together. I harnessed it to create the most concentrated form of fire that exists in this world.” 

Mei sat cross legged on the ground in front of Red Son as he paced before her, his arms held behind his back loosely. She had a bored look on her face, one elbow resting on her knee and her chin in her hand. He ignored her blatant disrespect and continued. 

“A true wielder of my fire, should be able to become one with it, to make it their own and wield it through the practice of meditation and focus.” His lip curled as he watched Mei glance at where a gust of wind was blowing up some loose ash. “Though I doubt you will be able to do such a thing.” 

“Ehhhh… what was that?” Mei glanced back at him. 

Red Son sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you want to learn you are going to have to listen.” 

“I’m listening!” Mei said, rocking back and forth. “I’m listening real good.” 

“If I could kill you right now, I would,” Red Son said. 

“But you can’t,” Mei sing-songed. She giggled and winked at him. 

“I hate you so much. You are a disrespect to my fire.” He turned to Mk and barked. “You there!” 

Mk nearly fell backwards where he was balancing on a blackened boulder. His arms windmilled and flailed until he got himself steady and he stood up ramrod straight, with his arms at his sides.”Yes! What? I’m listening!” 

Red Son groaned into his hands. “Of course, of course I’m stuck with two of the biggest idiots-” He exhaled sharply and looked up at them. “If either of you want to understand my fire you are going to have to start paying attention-” 

“But I’m hungyyy,” Mei complained, continuing her rocking back and forth. “There’s nothing to eat around here.” 

“And thirsty,” Mk added. 

Red Son squinted at them both. “Idiots.” 

He bothered to glance around. He had to admit, there was some concern to be had for the lack of resources. Red Son, of course, could go a very long time without those types of substances. Mei as well if his fire sustained her the way it had always sustained him. 

But Mk was another matter. 

He was more mortal than either of them. Lack of sleep got to him quickly. Even more quickly in the form of eating away at his attention. Food and water were another thing he clearly could not do long without and there was no telling how long he’d been without it already under the white lady’s influence. 

And as long as Mk was distracted Mei would likely also remain distracted due to her worry for him and they’d blame him for it because of course they would. 

“Fine,” he said. He planted his feet firmly on the ground to get their attention before he started his declaration. “We will continue this lesson after you two get yourself some sort of substance to consume.” 

Mei blinked. “Uh… Samadhi Sifu… I don’t know how to tell you this, but… there’s not really… anything here…” 

She gestured to the wasteland stretching around them. Red Son could still feel the fire going on under his feet. The only thing for miles around were half-melted boulders and rocks in a pattern that made Red Son assume it had once been a stream or river of sorts. The fire had long since eaten up any water that had run through it previously. 

Mk blinked slowly, one eye closing and opening sooner than the other, a little off-beat.  

“I know that,” Red Son snapped. “That’s why we’re going somewhere else.” 

“Uhhhh…” said Mei. “Where… exactly?” 

“I don’t have time to explain,” Red Son threw up his hands. “Ugh. Just- stand up, fool.” 

Mei rolled her eyes but she did as she was told. 

“Give me some fire.” 

Mei blinked. “Huh?” 

“Fire. Just-” Red Son sighed. “Just light the rings.” 

“Oooookay…” Mei said slowly. She closed her eyes and after a moment the rings above her flickered to life. 

Without missing a beat, Red Son snatched a bit of flame from the rings. Mei made a little surprised sound, leaning forward curiously. He tried not to bask under her clear admiration. He may not have been able to create his own fire now that it had been stripped from him, but he could still wield it just fine. 

…In small amounts at least. 

“Cool…” Mei said as she watched him draw the circle of flame on the ground. 

“This,” Red Son said, “is a gateway. It will take us outside of the range of the fire, but only for a temporary time. Then we will be transported back here.” 

“So… it's like… yo-yo teleportation?” Mk asked, glancing over Mei’s shoulder to see the circle. 

Red Son spluttered. “What? That-that is an offensively simple way to put it-” 

“But he’s not wrong,” Mei interrupted with a grin. 

Red Son contemplated throwing them both into the circle and then running away, but that would simply be foolish and separate him from his fire. Instead he cursed their ashes under his breath and finished drawing the spell out. 

“Do you want food or not?” He gritted out. 

That at least got them moving into the circle and shutting their mouths. At least temporarily. 

“Let’s go, Sifu Samadhi,” Mei said. 

“I hope the saying of mortals melting in these portals is true for you two,” he said before activating it. 

“Wait,” Mk said. What-?” 

The portal burst into flames.

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#KNOX WRITES (me) #Monkie Kid the Empire of Samadhi AU #LEGO Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid Red Son #Monkie Kid Mei #Monkie Kid Mk #Monkie Destiny Challenge (2023) #Wooooo #ALRIGHT THAT'S THAT #The last bit of this I was gonna put into the next prompt but eh i needed the focus bit here so if the cut seems awkward that's why #you know my plan wasn't to only write snippets from this au for this prompt month but at this rate we're just gonna get thirty days of THIS #*WHEEZING* #HG;LSKFJAWEOF #ANYWAY GOOD MORNING REMEMBER TO HYDRATE #i really didn't edit this one much but #NO BETA WE DIE LIKE LBD'S HOPE FOR THE WORLD #EAT A SNACK HUG UR FRIEND HAVE A GREAT DAY

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

A Winter Persimmon. [G.W. x Reader]

[GIF not by me]

Summary: A sweet persimmon brings you down memory lane.

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: none!

a/n: funny story, i was at the grocery store when I saw Korean persimmons were being restocked and thought the colour looked awfully like george's hair colour................. that's .. how I ... came up ... with this on a whim LOOL

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Muggle London. Your favourite place to do your grocery shopping. The muggle farmer's markets were always bustling with wide arrays of freshly harvested produce from purple crisp cabbages, to crunchy orange carrots.

The cold winter air ghosted over your cheek as you ambled down the street, breathing out cold mist with each exhale. It was an unforgiving winter, but you were still determined to get out there and do your grocery shopping.

You perused through the winter selection. This month's winter harvest looked rather delectable as the Brussels sprouts and parsnips stood out proudly on display. Basket in hand, you picked up a tiny head of lettuce and scrutinised it, looking out for any possible flaws that could ruin your dinner. Satisfied, you paid for it with a few notes and placed it in your basket.

Then, you made your way down the aisle of fruit stands. The vendors were a colourful bunch. Some wore brightly coloured aprons while they held out samples of their fruits, while some were busied on a low chair reading the latest news articles.

Just as you were about to exit, a tiny, cat-eyed lady with ash-grey hair tied back into a low bun called out to you. She was of short stature, and could barely stand up straight without hunching. The sign on her stall read, "Ahjumma's Persimmons: Fresh From Korea!"

"Would you like a sample, dear?" She looked at you good-naturedly and then began to cut up a persimmon, although not on a cutting board.

She held the orange fruit in one hand as she held a tiny fruit-cutting knife in the other. She skillfully cut it up into quarters, handing one to you that stuck onto the knife.

"Ah, thank you." You smiled and took the piece.

You plopped it into your mouth and eyed the persimmons that were stacked up on top of one another and formed a pyramid. They were a beautiful shade of orange. The colour reminded you awfully a lot of someone you knew back then in your Hogwarts days. Some were covered in specks that reminded you of freckles. The one you had in your mouth was sweet.

Like a kiss.

It was sweet, like your first kiss. Who was it with? You couldn't exactly remember. It was a Gryffindor boy who smelled of nutmeg and honeysuckle. He was freckly, and his hair was red. Your eyes darted back to the fruits, then to the old lady. Her eyes were a hazel brown and her smile lines seemed all too familiar as well.

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"George! Won't we get caught?!" You shrieked as the boy dragged you into a broomstick closet.

"No, we won't, Love. Relax!" George chuckled as he placed a finger to your lips to hush you.

"It's Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall's gonna notice two of her students missing!" You said in urgency as your books were weighing you down in your arms.

Then, a sweet pair of lips came crashing with yours, shushing you.

"Honestly, you really are an earful," said George as he pulled away.

You were left rooted to the ground as if you were hit with a Full-Body Bind curse. That was your first kiss. Your cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and then you hit him on the chest.

"That was my first kiss, you dimwit!"

"It's an honour being Ms L/N's first," said George regally as he took your hand up to his lips to kiss it, earning a low chuckle from you.

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Now you remembered. He was your first love, your first kiss, your first everything. George Weasley was the boy who had taken your world by storm, teaching you how to love; a love so innocent and pure.

You stood in silence, smiling to yourself as you eyed the persimmons while you reminisced about the past. Now, you were in your mid-thirties, easily content with simple things like going out on grocery runs and brewing a fine cup of coffee. Oh, how pure young love was, you thought to yourself.

The old lady was busy humming a tune to herself as she rearranged a few that had toppled over. You walked over to her, a wide grin now on your face.

"I'd like to buy seven persimmons, please."

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#george weasley oneshot #george weasley #george weasley fluff #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #harry potter #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x you

[museumgiftshoperaser]

California Kind

(Jarygle, CW for weed and slight memory loss due to overuse of said weed, kinda sad honestly? like very sweet, but also kinda sad)

Jonathan doesn’t remember most of it. Halloween sticks to Christmas sticks to new years in a syrupy haze. The palm trees here are evergreen and fall never truly tips into winter. Pumpkins rotted in the heat, melting to the porch until the maggots turned to flies and his mom got rid of them. A Santa hat with a wine stained rim. Thanksgiving was somewhere in there too. He doesn’t remember any of that at all. He turns to his side, facing Argyle next to him on the bed. “What happened to Thanksgiving?” he mumbles and smoke slips from his mouth. Right. He hands the joint to Argyle, brushing fingertips. “Huh?” “Thanksgiving!” he says a little louder. “Why didn’t we do shit for Thanksgiving?” “I was there, man.” Argyle takes a long drag and aims toward the ceiling when he exhales. “Your mom made that awesome cornbread?” Jonathan smacks his lips together. His mouth is dry, but he immediately forgets about that too. “You don’t remember?”

Should he? He does like cornbread, actually. His mom used to make that every year when him and Will were kids. She only stopped when- Jonathan swallows. Dry mouth. Sore throat. Month long cough. “Of course I remember,” he says. “Just messing with you man.” “You didn’t miss much,” Argyle says anyway, ignoring him completely. “Your sister ate the cranberry sauce straight from the bowl. Like with a spoon and everything.” “My what?” “Your sister?” Argyle frowns, but he plays it like a joke. “The girl at the dinner table? Looks just like your mom?” “Oh.” He blinks a few times fast. Yeah. Obviously. His sister. Lose a brother, lose your mother. Get him back. Get the girl, lose the town. Gain a sister and somewhere in the middle, lose your mind. Gain a friend. He looks at Argyle, next to him on the bed with their knees bumped together. About third of his hair has been loosely braided, Jonathan’s favorite stoner hobby, but he never tied the bottom so the strands have already begun to slip away. His eyes are red and glossy, but his stare never budges. He’s got those eyes. Nice ones. Good ones. Honest or some shit. “Dude, you’ve had enough.” Argyle crawls a little closer. He braces himself with a hand against Jonathan’s rib cage and reaches over him to put the joint on the ash tray on the nightstand. Argyle’s sleeve brushes against his cheek, feather light and ticklish. Like a curtain rustling in the wind, blocking out the sunlight, but letting in the fresh air. “You’re like a curtain,” he says as sincerely as possible. “Sure, babe.” Argyle traces a soft fingertip over Jonathan’s forehead as he moves to lie back down. “And you’re the sun.” He stays close. Hand still on his ribs, chin tucked against his shoulder. Jonathan shifts his knees to slip one leg flush against Argyle’s thigh. They’re like that. Argyle is like that. He’s California casual. A Sunday morning to Jonathan’s midnight. He’s all hands and all skin. Generous with almost everything. It’s a California kindness.

Jonathan never had a lot of friends.

Argyle said once that he didn’t either, but he was lying. Playing sweet because he didn’t want to be mean. Everyone likes Argyle. They all know him at school and at the grocery store. People know his first name and not just his last. But Argyle is his friend now. A California kindness. “Don’t wanna be the sun,” he mumbles, feels very strongly about it all of a sudden. “That’s wrong.” Argyle smiles and Jonathan can’t look at his mouth without going cross eyed, but he does it anyway. Just the glint of teeth. He hasn’t shaved in a few weeks, is trying for a mustache even though it’s slow work. “Then what do you wanna be?” Argyle’s hand shifts from his rib cage down towards his waist. Finds the sliver of skin right above the waistband of his sweats and scratches a soft fingernail across his stomach. Back and forth. Back and forth. Real and sharp. Jonathan lets his eyes slip shut and waits for the loose words in his head to connect into something that makes sense. Waits for a while. Argyle walks slow fingers across his stomach, finds a soft spot and pinches. Playful and sharp. It stings, but just a little. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, just exists in the small stretch where fingers dig into his skin. It’s like a language. Like a whole separate conversation. “I don’t remember.” Doesn’t remember what he wants to be. Barely remembers the question. Or his name or his week or all the things that happened to him before he crawled into this bed. Argyle’s breath huffs against his neck like a tiny cloud of smoke. Warm and slow. “That’s okay.” Soft lips against his collar bone, he thinks. He’s pretty sure. “You should get some sleep, love.” Yeah. Love. Can he be that? Jonathan sighs and sinks a little further into the mattress. Sleep doesn’t like him very much, not lately, but he drifts fast into something dreamless and quiet. The next morning in the shower, with a headache under the cold spray, he notices a tiny bruise right next to his belly button. Dark purple and shaped like a heart. Thinks Argyle did it, but he’s not sure anymore. He presses two fingers into his skin and it stings so at least that’s real. Thinks they kissed after that, thinks Argyle may have whispered something. Called him something. But he doesn’t remember.

#jargyle #jonathan byers #argyle #genuinely don't know what this is #it's way past midnight and i have class so so early tomorrow #but aparently i write jargyle now? #and aparently i write sad shit!! #might need to turn this into something?? #but i also might need to sleep #<333

[redeemingvillains]

the soul's brand (v) - draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x half-blood fem!reader

summary: draco tells you the truth, about his feelings for you, about everything.

word count: 3.7k

chapter four series masterlist

The rest of fall term was spent devising the most creative ways to steal time alone with Draco without being noticed.

It was nearly impossible to pay attention in any of your shared classes as you snuck constant glances at each other, smiling when you met each other’s eyes, him winking at you when no one was looking, making you want to squeal and kick your feet in the air. Sometimes after a late night in the library, you’d be wandering back to your common room and a warm hand would pull you into an abandoned classroom or broom closet and you’d feel his smile pressed against yours, his hands tangling in your hair as he muttered everything he’d wanted to say to you that day in between his kisses, unrelenting in his praise. “So beautiful, you make it impossible to focus on anything darling, you’re all I can think about.”

Once you had even woken up to a single red rose on your bedside table with an emerald ribbon tied around the stem; he had refused to explain how he had made that happen.

Everyone was too wrapped up in their end-of-term studies and exams to notice the change in your demeanor, except for Hermione who watched you float through the halls, and gaze longingly at the Slytherin table during mealtimes. You and Draco had managed to keep things well under the radar.

You were walking out of Potions, trying to linger and see if you could talk to Draco who was with Blaise in the back of the room when Dean Thomas approached you.

“Hey Y/N” he said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I uh heard what happened with Cormac at the ball, and I was thinking…”

Your eyes flicked quickly over Dean’s shoulder to see that your conversation had caught Draco’s attention. “Well, Ginny and I broke up” Dean continued, “And I figured maybe you’d like to go for a butterbeer this weekend?”

If looks could kill, Draco’s would have been the fourth unforgivable curse. It would have left a small pile of ash where Dean Thomas had once stood. You honestly tried not to laugh, the irony of the whole situation too much for you. As much as you wanted to milk it, you needed to end this, for Dean’s own safety if nothing else. “Dean, that is so kind of you” you said, “but I have a lot of studying I need to do.”

“Yeah, alright, Y/N, no problem” Dean said smiling bashfully at you before making a quick exit.

You smiled at him as he shuffled past you, leaving you and Draco alone. You turned to face him, your heart squeezing at the anger written clearly across his face and his hands balled into fists at his side. “Draco” you whispered, smiling, taking one of his balled fists in your hand, working his fingers into yours.

“I’m going to put puking pastilles in his pumpkin juice” he said through gritted teeth.

“Draco” you whispered louder, and he turned to face you. “You have nothing to worry about” you said as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. He turned to look at you, “I just wish that everyone knew you were mine.”

Winter break came quickly, with you and Draco stealing one last embrace and a chaste kiss in a secluded corridor the morning before you departed for home. Your return home forced you to face the sober reality of your tense parents and what felt like a nation holding its breath for the unknown.

You and Draco were able to exchange written letters via owl, deeming it too dangerous to try to meet in public so near to his home and his parents. You missed him terribly and eagerly awaited every written note, sometimes receiving three or four a day filled with his thoughts, with how much he missed you or even just a silly joke to make you laugh. Your owls likewise provided him with a welcome distraction from the turmoil of being alone for the holidays with his mother, his father’s absence lingering along with the weight of the spring term and all that would be expected of him. He barely spoke to his mother. She was completely withdrawn, often spending hours in the study staring out the window, rubbing a raised scar on her wrist. He left her alone.

Your owls told of a jollier holiday filled with silly stories of your family and muggle traditions with your mother which he found endearing if not a little weird. It felt cruel that you were so close and yet so far away. It made him wonder if you would ever find a time and a place to be together, but he had learned better than to wish for too much and get his hopes up. Even still, despite everything that lay ahead of him, he was eager to return to Hogwarts, to you.

'What about the Room of Requirement?' You wrote to him on the eve before your return to school, remembering how Dumbledore’s Army had used it the year before. It was supposed to turn into whatever you needed. Would the castle provide them with a place to hide from prying eyes? It was worth a try.

On your first night back in the castle you crawled out of bed just before midnight, keenly aware of how much trouble you could get in for being out past curfew with the raised security measures.

You slid on a pair of leggings a sweater and spent far too long fussing with your hair and makeup before slipping through the corridors, ears and eyes attuned to every noise. As you turned the final corner, you saw Draco, head down, pacing in front of the stone wall that held the Room of Requirement. When he heard you, his eyes lifted and immediately brightened and you couldn’t help yourself but to run into his arms. He caught you effortlessly as you wrapped your arms and legs around him. He held you tightly, reveling in the feeling of you being back in arms as you nuzzled against his neck. He sighed a deep sigh of relief knowing that here, for now, you were safe and he could keep you safe.

As if the castle was reading his mind, the stone wall began to shift and shape, presenting a small oak door.

You untangled from each other just long enough for him to take your hand and pull you towards the door. He reached for the handle, paused and slid you behind him as he took out his wand, he couldn’t be too careful, all too aware of the mysteries and danger the Room of Requirement could hold. He opened the door slowly and you peeked around him, hardly believing your eyes.

In front of you was a small room, about a quarter of the size of the Ravenclaw common room adorned with thick Persian carpets, a plush sofa overflowing with pillows and throw blankets, and a fireplace roaring with warm flames that lit the room in a soft glow. Candles lined the walls and various surfaces and a tea set sat on small table with an array of snacks.

It was perfect.

You stepped into the room, admiring every detail as Draco quietly shut the door. As it snicked closed the realization washed over both of you: you were truly alone, you were safe. He didn’t hesitate, crossing to you again and picking you up, one arm around your waist, the other cupping your face as he kissed you, his signature tenderness causing you to hum against his lips and squeeze him tighter. He walked you both to the couch laying you gently down beneath him, hovering on his forearms above you, careful not to crush you with his body weight as his lips left yours only to trace kisses across your cheek, your jaw, your neck and back again before peppering kisses across your nose and forehead, making you laugh. Finally, you pulled back to look at him as you ran your fingers through his hair which was loosely styled without any product in it. He looked more relaxed than you could remember seeing him all of first term as he settled in to lay beside you, the couch big enough for you to lay side by side comfortably as he tucked you into his warm chest and pressed soft kisses absentmindedly to your head and the side of your face. “M’missed you” he murmured into your hair, eliciting a smile from your lips as you sunk into him. You were so warm and content to just be here, with him, in his arms, not having to hide, or sneak around. He was here with you and he was all yours.

After a while, you turned to face him and found a soft smile on his lips as he drank in your features, so at peace and trusting in him it squeezed his heart. But despite everything, you saw that flash of guilt behind his eyes, quick but present. You reached up to stroke his cheek. “Talk to me” you whispered. He looked up at the fire before looking down at you again and sitting up, situating you next to him upright on the couch. There wasn’t any good way to say what he had to say. Certainly not to anyone, let alone you. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands pulling at his mussed hair, begging Merlin that this wouldn’t be the last night that he got spend with you like this. He was breathing heavily, trying to collect himself, trying to muster the words to say when he felt your arms slide around him, a wordless embrace that said simply I’m here.

Before long he released his head, sat up and looked in your eyes. “I care about. Immeasurably… I-I’m falling in love with you, Y/N, I need you to know that. I also need you to know that if you never want to talk to me again after tonight, I-I’ll understand, it’s okay.”

“Draco, you just told me you’re falling in love with me, how could I ever walk away from you? That aside, you know I never would.” You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his passionately, his arms circling you tentatively, like he was hesitant to believe what you said but meeting your passion with his own. You grasped his face with your hands and eventually ran your fingers into his hair, breaking the kiss only momentarily, lips lingering on his to say “I am very much falling in love with you too.”

His heart shattered upon hearing that as his eyes squeezed shut, the guilt and self-loathing eclipsing his ability to enjoy what you had said. You took in the pain in his face and slid out of his arms. “What is it, Draco?”

“Please hold onto that sentiment until you hear what I have to say.”

You couldn’t imagine anything that would change the way you felt about him, but you took his hand in yours, squeezing gently. He swallowed and took a deep breath, pulling his hand away and grasping the end of his sleeve, pulling it up to reveal the hideous mark on his arm beneath. He looked away immediately, unwilling to face it, nor to face you and your reaction before quickly shoving his sleeve back down.

Your breath caught in your throat and your hands clamped over your mouth involuntarily. Harry had been adamant all year that this was true, but you had tuned him out. He was always so quick to point the finger at Draco when he knew nothing about him and now the truth was staring you in the face. The Dark Mark. A mark of evil, of hatred, that spoke death over people like you. Your stomach roiled, a war raging between your head and your heart, screaming, telling you to leave, to run far far from here and never look back. But you read the pained expression on his face, still turned from you. He couldn’t even look at the mark, or you. He was anguished, ashamed. This wasn’t someone that reveled in You Know Who’s plans. You knew that, you always had. These were the same arms that had wrapped around you so tenderly, that hugged you, that made you feel safe.

You took a shaky breath, “Draco, look at me" you said. He hung his head in refusal. “Please” you whispered, crawling closer to him on the couch, closing the distance between you and pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry” you said finally when he refused to respond.

“You’re sorry?!” he said finally. “What in the world could you possibly have to be sorry about. I’m sorry. I am overwhelmingly sorry.”

“I’m sorry because I imagine you didn’t have much say in the matter, Draco. You Know Who doesn’t seem like someone that takes no for an answer and frankly neither do your parents. So, I’m sorry that you didn’t have a choice.”

There.

Without any explanation from him you were able to understand exactly what he had wanted to say but thought no one would believe. No one cared what a Death Eater had to say for themselves. Everyone lived in a black and white world and yet you were able to pick up on the shades of grey before he had even had a chance to explain it. You simply understood, you simply accepted him, just as he was. Just as the rest of his world was unwilling to do for you.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve your pity or your compassion” he said through gritted teeth, the anguish pulsing through him as he pulled out of your arms and pressed his forehead to yours. “There’s an initiation of sorts, a task I have to complete to prove my allegiance…”

You pulled away to look at him as he hung his head once again. His next words were so quiet you nearly missed them or surely you thought you’d misheard him. “Dumbledore” he mumbled. “He wants me to… I have to…. kill him.”

Your hands were shaking as you tried to steady them and shook your head. “What?” you whispered in disbelief, your heart hammering in your chest as tears rushed to your eyes.

“Draco, what are you talking about? That can’t-he can’t expect-you would never…” you trailed off, mind turning to the cursed necklace that Katie Bell had touched in Hogsmeade, to the poisoned mead that had almost killed Ron, your classmate, your friend.

Just as your tears overwhelmed you, blurring your vision, you saw Draco place his head back in his hands choking back a sob of his own that managed to tear through his throat despite his best efforts. It was guttural and anguished with the pain of keeping this bottled up for who knew how many months; the regret, the shame, the fear, the self-loathing the insurmountable and unrelenting pressure after every failed attempt and the trail of pain he left in his path. He wept openly for Katie, for Ron, for Dumbledore, for himself and the lack of choice he had in the matter.

Your own sorrow overwhelmed you, but seeing him fall to pieces next to you broke something inside you, so many pieces of the puzzle over the last five years falling into place. So, you wept for him too, for the boy he was and the man he was fighting to be and without thinking you pulled yourself into his lap and hugged him tightly, letting your tears wet his sweatshirt and letting him grasp you desperately as he rocked back and forth, the feeling of your arms around him springing forth a new wave of guilt and regret, his body physically shaking with the force of his pain, but you held him tightly and you didn’t let go.

Eventually, his tears slowed to shaky breaths and you could tell he had nearly exhausted himself. You let go just slightly enough to take his face in your hands, his skin splotched, his eyes red and swollen, his face damp. You kissed both cheeks and his forehead. “It will be okay” you said, lying to him, lying to yourself but not knowing what else to say, what else you could possibly say to make this pain go away.

You hadn’t left to go back to your respective common rooms until the sun was nearly breaking the horizon.

You spent the rest of the day going through the motions of breakfast, classes, staring at the same page for over an hour while you studied, your mind whirring over and over on the information you learned.

That night, you were worried Draco wouldn’t want to see you again. You didn’t have any classes together and you hadn’t seen him all day. You padded to the Room of Requirement, and your heart dropped when he wasn’t waiting for you. You paced back and forth for several minutes, tucking yourself into an alcove at the sound of approaching footsteps when you peered out and saw it was him. You walked hesitantly to him, and he took your hand in his, brushing a kiss against your fingers as he led you inside.

That night you talked about everything, about his parents, about the vanishing cabinet, about what it was like to be in the presence of You Know Who, his eyes getting a faraway, detached look in them. He never let you go, constantly touching your hand, rubbing his thumb over your fingers, or pulling your legs to drape over his where he would draw circles on your thigh as he talked. You could tell that the talking was helping and for now all you could do was listen as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He kept glancing at you like he was surprised to see you still sitting there after everything he’d said, and he was, shocked, truthfully. But guilt and shame gave way to comfort, a grounding that you were still here after everything he’d said, after he’d bared the ugliest and darkest parts of his soul. He could trust you to stay and you finally understood what was at stake, his life, his family, your own, perhaps everything you knew and loved. He seemed to breath easier once he had gotten so much off of his chest, but you felt there was still something that bothered him in the way his eyes glanced at you, like you were going to break or disappear. “What is it?” you asked.

“They’re coming here and I have no way to keep you safe. I don’t even know when they’re going to show up. I won’t be able to warn you.” The words tumbled out of him, the worry clear across his face. You squeezed his hand. “I-I’ll be okay” you said, your reassurance waning. It was getting harder and harder to be strong against the enormity of what he had shared with you.

“Okay isn’t good enough. I don’t know how to keep you safe. Absolutely safe. To prevent anything bad from happening to you… Nothing bad can happen to you” he said as he pressed his forehead to yours and breathed heavily.

And for once, you didn’t know what to say.

As the sun rose, he pressed a kiss to your lips, knowing that that feeling would have to carry him for the day before you parted in the hallway. You headed for your dormitory but he made straight for the library. There had to be an answer he wasn’t thinking of. A spell, a way you could apparate, someplace he could hide you where no one would ever come looking for you, and he was going to find it.

He skipped every class that day as he scoured through book after book for safety spells, hexes, charms, even herbology textbooks, couldn’t there be a weed you could swallow that would make you invisible? Nothing seemed good enough. He was pacing back and forth when he walked by the restricted section. He had had no luck elsewhere, it seemed he didn’t have a choice. He slipped inside, quickly orienting himself towards a section on dark magic. He had no intention of cursing you or using any sort of dark magic anywhere in your vicinity, but he was desperate for an answer, for anything.

It was near dinnertime and his eyes were blurring from a sleepless night and a lack of food. He pulled the next book over to him, 'A Brief History of Death Eaters'. My people he thought bitterly as he flipped it open, thumbing through the pages, scanning images of the Dark Mark, making his own crawl under his skin, and nearly skimming past another series of pages displaying a different sort of mark of raised scars near the wrist. This caught his attention. He’d seen the same mark on his mother. Anima Notam, he read, The Soul’s Brand and he sat up a little straighter.

While technically completely unrelated to dark magic or Death Eaters, it was a charm commonly used by spouses of Death Eaters, a linking spell, tying them to each other. There wasn’t much written about it, it seemed like the extent of its powers were unknown, only that the charm was only as strong as the souls’ connection to each other and that there could be protective powers in it. He grabbed the book and quickly sought out more, finding two or three other books that referenced it, each confirming that there was an element of protection. It seemed promising and he began to get his hopes up as he flipped back to the first book to study further how to perform the spell. His heart sank as his eyes skimmed words like “searing” “burning” “excruciatingly painful” “a brand that would leave the initials of the Death Eater on their arm forever.” No. He wouldn’t cause you any more pain than he already had and he wouldn’t make you commit yourself to his name on your body for the rest of your life. He wasn’t sure why he had expected this to be easier. The sun was nearly setting, so he ripped the pages out of the book, shoving them in his pocket before retreating back to his room.

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[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TEN

May 16, 1984

I was in my room getting ready for the night. Eddie said he would be here by seven. I could feel the anxiety deep in my chest trying to claw its way up. My eyes kept flicking to the big red numbers on my alarm clock. Six-forty-five. I didn't do much with my hair, just kept it down and curled it a little. The makeup was minimal as well. I was putting my shoes on when my dad called me from downstairs. "Little viper! You ready?"

"Yeah! I'll be down in a second!" I called back. I looked at myself one more time then walked out of my room and to the stairs. "Wow." I was a little startled when I heard the familiar voice. When I looked up Eddie was standing at the bottom of the stairs. Dad was standing nearby with his arms crossed and I walked down the rest of the stairs. "Wow yourself. Who knew Eddie Munson could dress up. Or at least attempt to."

He had on black jeans, without holes which surprised me that he even owned a pair like that, and a black button up shirt with a dark red tie. He had a small clear plastic container in his hand. "This is for you," he said, opening it and pulling out a Black corsage with two small deep burgundy roses in the middle. He tied the satin ribbon around my wrist and only then did I realize he had a matching boutonniere pinned to his shirt.

It was perfect because my dress was black with a deep dark red under the lace of the middle around my waist. His tie matched it perfectly. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded my head and before we left, Carry, Ash's wife, took a few pictures. "Are we done?" I asked and she nodded her head. "Have fun," she said. "Not too much fun! Don't even think about getting a room at that hotel!" Dad said, looking directly at Eddie. Eddie cleared his throat, his body stiff as he nodded.

Then we left and headed to the venue, a hotel about an hour outside of the small town of Hawkins. The Grant Hotel was a semi fancy hotel. It was an hour outside of Hawkins and about Thirty minutes from Indianapolis. Honestly I was surprised the school didn't have the prom in the small ass gym of ours. "Is this thing going to make it all the way to the hotel?" I asked jokingly, looking around Eddie's van.

He definitely made the effort to clean it. I also didn't miss the pillows and blankets in the back, where there are absolutely no seats, just a big open space. Which made sense since he used it to lug around the band's equipment. But it was a little weird to have pillows and blankets especially since they looked new. "You planning on something happening?" I asked before he could answer my first question.

His eyes glanced up to the rearview mirror and his cheeks started to get a faint pink tint to them. "One, yes, the van will make it there. Two, no, I do not plan on something happening. I just wanted to be prepared for when I take you to that spot I told you about. I mean it still gets pretty chilly at night and I want to make sure you're comfortable. I don't plan on wooing you." I raised an eyebrow, "wooing? Okay, old man." I laughed.

"Would you prefer if I said I don't plan on trying to fuck you? Destroy that pussy of yours for anyone else?" A light gasp left me and I felt my cheeks start to heat up. "Thought so. But seriously, I don't plan on anything happening, sweetheart. I just want you to be comfortable." I could feel a little flutter in my stomach. I could also feel my body heating up at the thought of Eddie being the one to take my Virginity.

Thought of what his fingers would feel like between my legs. I was betting everything I had that they would feel way better than my own. I thought about the coldness of his rings against my skin as he slipped his fingers into me. I had to squeeze my legs together and take a deep breath to try and clear my mind.

Narrator

Eddie couldn't help the guilt that built deep in his stomach. He was telling the truth about only wanting her to be comfortable. But he was lying about hoping that maybe he would get lucky enough to be the one to touch her like that for the first time. He didn't go out and buy new pillows and blankets just to make sure she didn't get cold.

The place he was taking her was special to him. It was a place he liked to go to get away from everything going on in his life. He's never taken anyone there with him, she'd be the first. He hates to say that she's different, not like the other girls, but that's the truth. She's not like the other girls he's been with. Those girls are simply something for him to stick his dick into; a warm body.

Yn was something more to him. He'd actually taken the time to get to know her unlike the others. He couldn't even tell you the names of most of the girls he's been with. But with yn, he knew what her favorite color, band, movie, and food was. He knew she hated big crowds and would rather spend the night in then go out. She might not realize he knows all this stuff about her but he does. He's taken the time to be more observant with her.

Just like now he could see the way she was pressing her legs together and wiggling in her seat out of the corner of his eye. The thought of her thinking about him touching made his cock twitch in his pants. He needed to focus on something else or they were never going to make it to this stupid prom.

He hated school dances; he's never been to one but he Jared them. He didn't see the point. Just a bunch of teenagers stuffed in one room together while shotty music played, people danced horribly or just stood in a corner, while there was that one kid that spiked the shitty punch. It didn't make any sense to him. How is that fun?

But here he was going to prom. And he wouldn't be going if it wasn't because of her. She made him feel and do things he would never feel or do. Like normally he would have already convinced her to let him touch her, let him take her virginity. He's done it before; manipulating girls into letting him be the one to do it. Telling them he'll be gentle and take things slow.

And he was up until they started to get used to the feeling of him stretching them open. Then he was like a wild fucking animal. Those girls though, he never saw again. Those girls meant nothing to him. Hell, he doesn't even know the name of any of them, just that there have been at least four of them.

He guesses ge could be considered some kind of man whore with how many girls he's fucked. But instead of people seeing that has disgusting, they see kt as an achievement because he's a guy so nobody fucking cares. He doesn't mind that the girls who come to him because their own boyfriends can't satisfy them won't ever admit they were with him or let him touch them.

On the other hand, she's different. He wants to be gentle and go slow. He wants it to be special for her. He wants her to trust him. Wants to work her up and make sure she's completely ready to take him. He doesn't want to hurt her or make her feel like she's just another notch on his belt. He wants to be more than friends. He's never wanted to be more than friends with a girl. He's never wanted to be more than fuck buddies.

But she's sparked something inside of him. She does things to him no other girl has ever done. And although they're only going to prom to cause some chaos, he also wants to experience prom for what it actually is meant for. He's going to also make sure they dance to some shitty music, eat shitty food, and drink some of the shotty punch that someone will definitely spike at some point. He's going to make sure she has the best night of her life.

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[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

🖤 All Previous Parts Here 🖤

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), mpreg, lactation kink, food kink, gum sharing, sick Dom, masterbation, toy play, grinding, breastfeeding, uncut Dom, top Dom, bottom Col, boys in love 🖤 Rating: explicit

Colson heard the footsteps behind him and he cringed, trying to hide the jar tucked in his arm. Dom already had a specific walk but the further along he got the more he… well the rapper didn't want to say waddled but… He caught when he stopped and sniffed, the scent obviously hitting him and the man tried to hurry to close the lid. Fuck he knew he'd be in trouble. He should have just thrown it out but it felt like a waste and honestly he missed the taste. "Kells?" Oh God, he only used his stage name normally if he was upset. "Tell me tha' ain't… tell me ya wouldn't fink to bring pickles under me roof."

"I didn't!" He huffed, chewing so fast the vinegar choked him and finally he just swallowed a bite almost whole. "Ash thought she was being nice, she didn't know. I was just… getting rid of them."

"Oh, you was getting rid of em? Ya couldn't jus' toss em out? It's like you don't want me anywhere near yas today." Dom could feel himself start to gag, his stomach going sour. He fucking hated pickles before the twins and now it was absolute torture.

The punk was wrong, he was actually desperate to have the boy close to him. He hadn't gotten to bottom in a while and it had really started to become a stress relief. He was getting overwhelmed with everything but he knew Dom couldn't anymore. Not until the babies were out but he never expected it to bother him so much. Maybe he had opened the snack to bug him just a little but he shouldn't punish his whelped mate. "I'm sorry." He sighed, standing up to take the jar to the trash but after tossing it he tried to hug his boyfriend and sent him rushing to the bathroom to throw up. Fuck.

Dom felt him following, the scent clinging to the bastard like bad hairspray, cloying and nauseating. He was able to keep from being sick by the grace of some fertility god and his strength of refusal but he made his alpha clean up. He didn't mean to be a picky bitch, that was the only hard rule. He treated the rapper like a biohazard as he sat on the toilet and watched. First Col had to brush his teeth, even adding a piece of mint gum just to make sure, change out of his clothes, and finally shower, Dom giving him directions every step of the way. By the time he was soaping up the vibe had switched, his stomach full of butterflies, his thighs sticky wet.

"I been so bloody nice to you about cravings ya wanker. Gloves are fucking off. For the week you get me wha'ever I want whenever." He snapped, spreading his legs under his oversized T-shirt as he tried to lean back and bury his fingers between his legs. He could see the moment his smell hit his fiancé, he froze while shampooing his hair and one red eye opened before he cursed loud and turned to rinse it out. Dom blushed, he knew he had an effect on him but fuck that was hot. Reassuring. The more he grew the more he worried but no matter what his partner adored him. There'd just been a worrying feeling between them for a few days and he didn't know how to fix it.

Colson rushed through the rest of his bathing, his dick so hard he was aching. He could scent his lover stronger than the soap he used and his instincts were so tuned into the kid that after he rinsed and turned off the water he smacked into the glass in his rush to get to him. Dom giggled, the sound like a pixie he might find in the woods. Something magical he knew he'd chase forever. He couldn't help but grin as he opened the door and stepped out, trying to make himself towel off but he knew he was half-assing it. How could he not when his bitch was stroking his sweet little cock, the extra skin so enticing as it helped the glide over his tip and back down. The singer was already soaked everywhere and he was getting needy.

"Ya ain't getting in me." That felt like a bucket of cold water in his face and he dropped to his knees in front of his baby with a low whine. He couldn't help teasing him with a shake of his head, painting the boy in water droplets the same way Dom did to him after every bath. "No, you brought pickles in me 'ome. No pussy for yas."

"But I didn't-"

"You opened 'em!"

"Fair." His whole body slumped, a sadness overtaking him. What would they do then? Watch each other jack off? "At least let me take care of you? You smell so… mmm?" He didn't know what the last noise was but he he tried to wriggle between his mate's legs and of course the boy pushed him away with his foot.

"Go to bed. I'll decide wha' you get. When I get in 'ere you best be bent over the mattress."

Red eyes went wide and whether Dom meant for him to or not he turned and crawled away, the need in him making him feel more primal by the moment. Dominic almost whimpered at the way his alpha's ass swayed. The man didn't have much but he knew damn well how to work it. It took him a moment to push himself up, it was why he made Kells leave first because he wanted to seem badass and having trouble standing up felt like it ruined the picture. After a moment he grumbled to himself and Col appeared again. He didn't say anything he just pulled his boy up with his overwhelming strength and kissed him so hard and deep when he pulled away Dom was left with his gum and a rush of dizziness.

Colson grinned but left again, leaving the bathroom like he never came back and besides the shared minty taste there wouldn't be evidence that he had. He still saw his mate as his queen, that would never change. When the punk got to their room he found his man bent over the mattress like he'd been waiting there the whole time. His ass muscles clenching as he wondered what was coming for him.

Dominic was starting to realize what might be wrong between them, the way his love was clenching said a lot about where he was carrying his stress and he hadn't made love to his daddy for… too long. Way too long. It wouldn't work now though, it couldn't. "Look 'ow good you being. Such a pretty boy." He purred, an idea hitting him. It wouldn't be as good as the real thing but it would be something at least.

When Dom walked away he tried to look back, he'd hoped he could at least get a few fingers or something but now he wasn't so sure. When his boyfriend came back and showed off what he found everything in the rapper went limp and nervous. "What um… what?"

Dom grinned, sucking the dildo between his lips before he remembered he had a much better lube than spit. He put on a little show, running it down his now bare chest, even tracing his shiny nipples before he pressed it between his legs and slid it home slowly. "I can't get in you. Fuck- but I can play. You should say when you need me." He huffed, slipping the toy free with a filthy wet squelch and a snap of his gum. Col never knew how the omega made something so simple so expressive. Damn he was dripping wet and sad he couldn't take the alpha apart on his cock. This would have to do.

Kells trembled, whining low. His fingers tangled in the blanket below him and he tried so hard to relax all his muscles. He knew there was a soft mewling sound escaping him but this was the only time he allowed it. He knew his mate liked to hear him get loud and he also knew he probably would soon. He couldn't help it. "That bigger than you?"

Dom scowled, he couldn't help it, and before he used the toy for anything else he smacked it hard over the man's cute little ass. How dare he. Colson cried out, shaking harder and bucking his cock against the bed. Of course he enjoyed a dildo caning. What a perfect freak he was. "Might be a bit. You can take it." He huffed back, slapping over his cheeks again just for having to admit it. He wasn't ashamed of his size but it was frustrating lately, he couldn't see his own dick anymore. "Spread 'em pretty boy."

Kells obeyed, of course he had to and he reached back, his cheeks flushing hot when his fingertips tugged between his crease. Dom purred, teasing the tip of the purple toy against his daddy's hole. He loved the way the little pink bud tightened and relaxed as he played over it. "Momma please?" Dom choked on his spit, almost swallowing his stolen gum at those words. Col had started calling him that more and more so the twins would learn but never really in this context. It was wild the way his body reacted, his nipples tingling as milk wet them and he knew the alpha could smell it. Slick rushed between his thighs and he accidentally pushed too hard, slipping the dildo halfway inside his lover's hole.

Col made a broken noise and he buried his face in the blanket. Of course in the next moment he felt a hand in his hair, pulling him back. "Do not muffle ya'self. Mumma wants to 'ear every sound." The boy snapped and he shivered, clenching tight around the intrusion as it slipped in deeper, nailing his spot.

"Such a good boy for me. Jus' enjoy it alright? Let go." Those were the words he needed to hear and it felt like permission to melt. With the scents in his nose and the feeling of fullness he knew he wouldn't last long. Sometimes he really just needed a quick and dirty fuck to feel right again. He needed to be used.

"Please?" He begged, his hips trying to roll and the singer whined, moving the toy at a hard rushed pace. It almost felt more brutal that it was silicone instead of skin. The punk could control where it went a little better and he zeroed in on his lover's spot. He didn't even have to turn the vibration on, he could practically taste how desperate and close the alpha was already. Anything more might be too much.

Colson tried to be good and stay still but he couldn't stop his body completely and he knew it didn't matter as long as he kept moaning like a slut for his queen. He'd called himself a whore for years but he never felt so much like one as when his bitch took over and turned him into a mewling mess. He could hear a sticky wet sound join the one happening inside him and he forced his eyes open. He could barely lift his head anymore but he looked back long enough to catch his lover playing with himself. "Sit on me?" The toy froze and he bucked back hard, groaning at the pause and accidental edging.

"Wha'?"

"Sit on me? Grind on me?" He pleaded, he needed to be part of his fiancé's orgasm as well. It made everything better.

Dom arched a brow but shook his head, pushing the toy deeper and stepping back. "Get on ya back." He demanded and the rapper moved slowly, crawling into bed and laying out, whimpering the whole way. The punk followed him up, slinging a leg over Col's thigh. Of course he was worried about hurting him but his alpha was a bloody superhero. He'd be fine. His hand found its way back to the toy, surprised to find it halfway out but he remedied that and hit home quick, his hips and arm finding a rough pace together.

Kells gripped the blanket as he watched his lover grind on his thigh, his dripping folds making a mess of his skin. He wanted to help, he wanted to play with those perfect bouncing tits but he kept to himself. Dom would ask if he was allowed. He tried to keep watching as the singer stroked his own dick while Col's laid ignored and jerking a pool of precum on his belly. He'd cum anyway, it was barreling up on him way too soon.

Dominic couldn't hold his own noises back anymore, his head falling forward as he fucked his mate the only way he could. He bit his lip, trying to keep back his own pleasure but it was rapidly approaching. He was always fucking horny for the rapper. He was almost hypnotized by the sight of his lover's knot pulsing, the toy popping in and out of him. He could feel himself leaking a mess over his man.

The alpha shuddered, his sweat soaked body contorting, his muscles bunching up as he fought his pleasure back but he couldn't hold on and when his momma commanded that one simple word he broke. "Cum." Fuck did he ever. He cried out, his spine arching off the bed, white heat spilling over his inked chest and stomach but his knot ached without touch. It almost added to his rapture and when his mate shattered apart above him he reached for the boy, dragging him up to grind against his cock.

Dom squeaked at being manhandled, his hand releasing the toy fast but the feeling of his daddy spilling hot under his core was so much better and he squirmed and moaned as he gushed for him, his juices mixing with his lover's cum until they were filthy again. Exactly as they should be.

They rocked through their orgasms, twitching and writhing together until it hit an edge of overstimulation and Dom had to slide off. He helped get the dildo free before he got comfortable, panting and shaking but he could tell his boyfriend still needed something. "Come 'ere luv. You was a good boy." He rasped, letting the alpha curl against his side until they were glued together and needy lips wrapped around his nipple. "You gotta tell me. Don't torture me to get me attention." He tried to explain but he knew that was still hard. It seemed like the last hurdle between them but he understood. He still had trouble being sweet. Fuck maybe they had a few. "Love you." He soothed, his only reply was a messy choked suckle and he smiled, kissing his man's forehead. "I got you." It was something the rapper promised every day and he knew he needed to learn to return it.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Thought y'all might want a little bottom Col, hope you enjoyed 🖤

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[sakkiichi]

There’s a solace that comes with knowing that ash blond with the unusual red apple streak in it. He knows it too; he seeks it just as much as you do whenever your fingers intertwine or your lips meet in a chaste kiss. It’s a craving, a longing for someone who gives you the calm you’ve always desired after a storm.

Kazuha proves himself a man of many words, parchments and leatherbound tomes of poetry scatter on almost every surface of your shared home - you’re inquisitive, always picking something up to read when a new scroll appears that you don’t recognise. He’s fluid with his words, they almost feel as though they touch you, suffocate you even. His poetry clasps at your heart even when it isn’t meant for you but honestly, when wasn’t it meant for you nowadays?

But amongst thousands of words Kazuha uses to express his emotions, particularly to you, there’s the treasured gifts he spoils you with whenever he can. From beautiful kimonos decorated in auburn leaves to match that of his own attire to glimmering lockets hanging on dainty chains that hold precious photos of the two of you inside - you don’t miss how Kazuha appears to have one hanging from his neck too. His bandaged hands will fiddle with it when he’s too awake for his own good or when the wanderer encounters a mountain in his journey that he isn’t too sure if he can climb - yet he knows he can if you’re at his side. His beloved, always there to hold his hand through the hardships of his life.

Kazuha presses his chest against your back, his lips dusting faint trails of kisses amongst your hair that makes a smile curl up on your lips as you stand before the mirror in the bathroom of your shared house. Kazuha grins at this motion, burying his nose in dark strands of hair for a moment - it’s home to him, four walls to return to at your side.

“I got you a gift,” he muses, not failing to miss how your eyes widen as he drops the information, “we stopped by Fontaine, I couldn’t resist.”

“You shouldn’t have,” you sigh, trying to pout but there’s an excitement to knowing that your whimsical boyfriend returned from his journey with another gift, “it better not be one of their dresses…”

Kazuha chuckles, his hands reaching up to brush your hair back. Ruby eyes fall to your bare collarbone and the exposed skin of your neck and he smiles, the warmth of his hands disappearing for mere moments before they return, bringing with them the chilling tingle of a cold metal chain sliding closer to your neck.

Your eyes fall to the glittering silver pendant around your neck before you raise your gaze to meet his in the mirror. You see the way his eyes twinkle as nimble fingers clasp the necklace shut and his hands fall to your waist, holding your hips. He admires the way the pendant sits on your neck, glittering like stars in the orange glow of the oil lamp next to the sink.

The man leans down, pressing slightly chapped lips against the soft skin of your cheek as his thumbs rub motions into your hips, his hands tight as if you’d disappear if he loosened his grip for even a moment - he couldn’t lose you, no.

“I love you.” He murmurs, hot breath fanning on your cheek when he doesn’t pull away before he speaks. A grin widens on your face as you reach a hand up, threading into white hair as you watch the scene in the mirror before you.

“I love you too.” You reply in a hushed voice, treasuring the serene moments like this that you’re granted when your boyfriend comes home from sea. When he’s tired of ships rocking in unruly storms or rations of dry food he wishes tasted better.

Kazuha knows that he’ll always come home to these moments, to these sights when you stand before him in the bathroom wearing simple nightwear, having just been getting ready for bed when he’d interrupted your routine. For a while, he wonders how lucky he must be to have you. To have four walls of a home locked to a person, whose embraces feel like the warmth of a fireplace and whose laughs could warm you up better than any cooked stew.

He considers what he’d do without you and for a brief few seconds, his brows knit together when he tucks his head into your neck, his lips finding the dainty chain decorating your neck.

He couldn’t lose you, no.

- 🍡

NONNIE NONNIE I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE KAZUHA W MY WHOLE HEART OMG OMG OMG OMG THANK YOU A THOUSAND FOR THIS HFHFHDJSJDBDJSJJS AAAAAAAA I WAS READING THIS W THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE GOSH YOU ARE AN ANGEL AAAAAAAAAAAAA CRYING SOBBING SQUEALING HFHFJDJCJDJSJDJFHDJJS WHEN HE WHEN HIM HE HIM WHEN HE OMFGGGGG NONNIEEEEE

aaaa sorry for all the caps but gosh i adore this sm 😭 his poetry and moments of sweet intimacy like this ueueueueue me happi now i shall cry and hold this fic to my heart. I LOVE YOU SM WHOEVER YOU ARE WHEREVER YOU ARE AAAAAAAA

#secret notes #highlights ☾ #🍡 nonnie #what did i do to deserve such kindness gosh 🥹 #ily nonnie #thank you so so so much for this gift 🥺 #i will treasure it forever <3

[goddess-aelin]

This is going to be such a long post but I feel like I need to get my thoughts out after the angsty ending from A Light in the Flame.

Overall Thoughts:

Umm I thought it was amazing. I know a lot of people were saying it was repetitive and I definitely get that but at the same time, I would literally read 600 pages of Nyktos and Sera eating breakfast so.... Anyway though, I loved the character journeys. I think good characters are what makes a good book and even if the rest is confusing and angsty, it's those character-driven moments that redeem it.

I've said it once and I'll say it again. This prequel series is so much better than FBAA. Not hating on FBAA but I just feel like Nyktos/Sera is so much more well-developed than any relationship in the main series. I love every single side character (yes, even you, Rhain, when you're being rude).

I was hooked from the beginning. How can you not be when it starts with the whole prophecy thing and continues from there with almost constant action. The first half was definitely repetitive, I can totally see that. But I also think that repetitive-ness helped to get the point across that Nyktos cares about Sera. Not the embers, but Sera. Even before they had any convo about forgiving her, I think his actions were speaking louder than words. Though it was a constant battle of "Sera, no." *Sera does the thing.* "How dare you not value your life. *Fucks* Ya know, the usual. Lol. Some of my new fave sera/ash scenes came from this book.

- I adored when he set up a bath for her and everything- it was such a sweet gesture.

-When he took her to the pool and literally just played and had fun, especially because he knew she missed her lake.

- The "I want to be your consort, Nyktos." and Nektas just laughing and knowing.

-The way they both are always stunned by each other. Like they do such sweet things and they are always, ALWAYS, surprised.

-The entire scene of Rhain asking her if she was in love with him and her not being able to answer because she had no idea what it felt like either.

-Her whole breakdown in the carriage because "Oh my gods, I might be in love with him!" Loved every minute of it.

- And then of course, him trying to get her to breathe and calm down when she was about to freak out over this.

-THE FOREHEAD KISS AT THE CORONATION WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE AND HE DID IT JUST BECAUSE HE COULD. I die

-The sweet but angsty talk about Veses that they needed to have tbh.

**Nyktos is literally the ultimate book BF, I said what I said. It's honestly refreshing to see this 200+ y/o male character that has like no sexual experience whatsoever yet it doesn't demean him or negate him as weak. Love that for him.

Non romantic scenes that melted/broke my heart:

-Sera holding Jadis when she fell asleep and Jadis feeling comfortable enough to switch into human form.

-Reaver then getting the blanket for Jadis and just being a weird little kid. I love it.

-Jadis giving a kiss on the forehead to Sera before going to Kolis. Sera's gonna be such a good mom even if one of her children is a giant piece of shit.

-Ector trying to calm Sera down in the carriage and just talking to her.

- The friendships with Aios and Bele and pretty much everyone just finally forgiving Sera.

-Ugh going back to see Ezra! I needed more sister love tho tbh. They didn't even hug!

Now for the painful parts:

-Aios dying. Like wow. This 100% is number one. I was devastated when Sera saw Ector's decapitated head. But then she saw Aios' red hair and I literally almost threw my damn book. I'm so happy she's ok in the end but RIP Ector.

-When Sera saw Nyktos with Veses. I know we got an explanation for it in the end but I was incredibly stressed and about to unstan Nyktos. I hate cheating (even if that's not what it was) as a trope and tbh I hate miscommunication as a trope. So this entire part of the book was just devastating to me.

-Sera's reaction to the above. She was in love with him already, she just didn't know it. I felt her reaction so viscerally, though. I suppose that's a testament to JLA's writing in this book.

-Sera constantly being told that she's going to die and there's nothing that can be done. Just when they think there might be another way, nope it's just death again. I love that Nyktos is fighting so hard for her and I have some theories that I'll make another post for, but I do find it very ironic. The entire situation was Sera was meant to make Nyktos fall in love and then kill him. Oops except he can't love. And now instead, she's the one who fell in love and now he has to kill her to literally save the world. What a 180. A fabulously done 180 but a shocking one, nonetheless.

Another post will be coming about theories!

#alitf #a light in the flame #alitfspoilers #alitf spoilers #fbaa spoilers

[thebraveasagi]

warning for long post, caps warning randomly throughout post, and vague sv spoilers (not plot points but just generally).

obviously it is just like. a missed opportunity at this point so idk why I Need to post abt it but I do. bc I honestly hoped with all my heart that SV / more specifically Penny was like. THE opportunity to introduce new eeveelutions.

img - an answered ask posted by adobe-outdesign

image text reads:

Anonymous asked:

Im ngl, i do find it odd that gamefreak made penny have a full eeveelution team and not take the opportunity to introduce a new one for her to have as an ace

adobe-outdesign answered:

GameFreak is allergic to doing want the fans want

end descirption.

so FIRST with the eevee backpack, I thought it would have been soo amazing if there was a normal type eeveelution just called eeveeon (not my original idea, someone posted this I will go find the post)

AND second between the dragon tamers all over Paldea and Penny having the blue/red hair I was really really hoping that we could finally have a dragon type eeveelution (whch to me makes logical sense after the introduction of sylveon).

readmore bc it gets long

I desperately want to see the other eeveelutions and in my bones I feel that they exist already like tPCI has them like locked up in a super secret vault and refuses to release them.

And I feel that Paldea would have been a splendid environment for most of the unreleased eeveelutions.

I do have one in particular that I care way too much about how it could be revealed and oddly enough it is not one of my most favourite types so if you know me and you're thinking bug or flying or steel you may be surprised (like lbr iwant those too, but. differently). the one I care the most about is a poison type eeveelution. and I know with the MPM sendoff series seems to say goodbye to Team Rocket not just to Ash and so my dear treasured hc will never ever happen but. here it is.

I want the first ever poison-type eeveelution to happen because of Jessie. I think it might have to be its own post but yeah. the first ever poison-type eeveelution should evolve because of Jessie.

But tbh soo many of the unreleased eeveelutions would just. make SENSE in Paldea (mild spoilers if you haven't played the game) but the many areas with the ruins would be perfect places to encounter a ghost-type, the many caves would be ideal for either rock-types or ground-types (depending on how deep into the cave you went maybe?) if you went to all the sights of Paldea in order and then went to the tallest peak and you had an eevee as the lead in your party the whole time you could encounter a flying-type or something. after your second battle with Katy you could have gone down into her bakery and met her bug-type eeveelution who is her bakery buddy who Does Not Battle because it is a sweetie who just naps in her bakery all day. just. aahhggg. soo many missed opportunities I feel. and I'm still grumpy about it.

It's not the worst loss of the game of course, I am still really mad on behalf of everyone who worked on that game and who poured so much love and dedication into it only to have crunch culture and a waayy too early released date effectively destroy everything that they were trying to accomplish.

anyways. thanks for reading if you did. I just had to vent before pokemon day distracts everyone. best wishes !

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(bonus poll if you want to press a button as a reward for the long post)

#eeveelutions #pokemon trainer penny #pkmn sv #pokemon gen 9 #pokemon hc #pokemon day 2023 #i guess? #pokemon #tumblr polls #poll #pokemon poll #pkmn

[lilchibi-chan]

part 1

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Hawks Mafia AU x Reader Pt 4 (part 1)

Hawks makes his way to the elevator of your apartment building and rides it down to the lobby. All the while, thinking about the ensuing war and what he can do to protect you.

This isn’t his first rodeo, but this time it’s different. He has someone he cares for, someone to protect. If Twice were to find out about you, that would crush him. He doesn’t want this to get any bigger than what it is.

It’s the next morning, 6 am to be exact. You hadn’t slept a wink. You make your way to the kitchen to heat up some water in your tea kettle. You take out a packet of tea from one of the cabinets and grab a mug to set your tea bag in.

You spent the whole night thinking. Thinking about Hawks. Thinking about when you’ll return to work. IF you wanted to go back to work at the diner.

You were still shaken up, as anyone would be in that situation, but you also knew you had to get back eventually.

You let out a heavy sigh.

Your tea kettle started going off with a loud whistle. You pour the boiling water into your mug, holding the small tab of your tea bag to prevent it from falling in. You let the tea steep a little before removing the tea bag to add milk and sugar.

You head over to your couch carefully holding your tea, as to not burn yourself with the hot liquid.

You place the tea on the coffee table and pick up the tv remote. You start to flick through the channels, despite knowing that the only thing really on at this time was the news and paid programming. You decide to look through Disney channel and Nickelodeon before finally deciding to watch spongebob.

You honestly just wanted it for the background noise, so you kept the volume low.

You return the tv remote to its spot on the table and pick up your mug. You gently blow and bring the mug to your lips.

You feel the warmth of the tea flowing throughout your whole body, as well as a sense of calm taking over.

You place your mug on the end table next to you, so that you didn’t have to keep sitting up for it every time you wanted some.

As time passed and the more tea you drank, you felt your eye lids getting heavier and heavier. Sleep finally taking over your body.

You decide to go to your bed, so you could sleep comfortably.

You lay down and instantly, the bed starts hugging every curve of your body and within an instant you drift off to sleep.

You start to dream even.

A soft breeze, started hitting your face. It felt like spring. You open your eyes to see a peach colored sky and flower petals falling from the trees.

The petals lightly floating in the breeze, caressing your hair and skin every so often.

You continue you to look up at the sky and it starts to turn a crimson red color. The clouds turn black. The flower petals that once caressed your face are no longer, as they turned into ash. Falling from the sky like black snow.

A hand comes around and grips your face to cover your mouth.

You start to hear a sinister laugh, followed by a menacing voice.

“He really thought I would never find you” the voice says, followed by another laugh

The hand moves from your mouth to the back of your head swiftly and you soon felt your head being pushed to the ground with excessive force, but before you could hit the ground, you wake up.

You look at your alarm clock and it’s 9 am. The shock of the dream still hitting you. A lump forming in your throat from the fear.

“What was that dream” you think to yourself

You decide to check your phone and notice you have a couple missed calls from Hawks, your boss and your best friend.

You decide to call your best friend first since you haven’t spoken to them since you both worked a shift together prior to the incident. They’re actually the reason you got a job at the diner in the first place. You’ve known each other forever and even made sure to get in the same college, even if you didn’t end up rooming together.

They started working at the diner before you did and put in a good word with the owner, who is also your boss, and you started work a couple days later.

“Hey girlyyy~” they say excitedly

“Hey,” you say, trying to match their energy

“How are you feeling?,” they start,“I’ve been trying to check on you, but I also didn’t want to corner you or your emotions if I called or texted too much”

You let out a small sigh/laugh.

“I’ve been holding up. Honestly, I’ve been kinda distracted to really stop and think about it,” you say, your voice coming out happier at the thought of your very handsome distraction

“Oh?” they say interested,“details please”

You giggle

“His name is Hawks and he’s actually one of our regulars”

“Which one?”

“He has blonde hair, these really beautiful, amber colored eyes and always wears like REALLY nice suits. Like nicer than all the other men that come into the diner.”

“OHHH,” they say realizing who you’re talking about,“oh he’s fuckin hot”

This causes you to laugh

“Hm really? I haven’t noticed,” you say

“Oh you so totally have,” they say teasing you

You laugh

“I was just joking,” you say smiling,“I have definitely noticed, but he’s also very mysterious and kind. He’s actually the one who helped me that night. If he wasn’t there I-”

“Hey, you don’t have to think about that. All that matters is yourself now and the scumbag can’t lay a hand on you again”

“You don’t know that though. If I go back, how do we know he won’t try anything?”

It was quiet for a second

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking”

“I-it’s okay. I’m sorry for snapping at you. You were just trying to be positive and-”

“Dude, you literally have every right to snap at me. You went through something traumatic. Something I can’t even begin to understand how it feels, no matter how hard I try. I shouldn’t have said what I said, so thank you for holding me accountable,” they say reassuring you

Again it’s quiet. You try to fight the tears from forming, but you feel your eyes start to fill up.

“…I was so scared. I thought he was gonna-”

“I’m coming over,” they say as soon as they hear you crying,“should be to you in about 5 minutes. see you soon.”

You try and pull yourself together before your best friend arrives, but the tears continue to fall. You haven’t cried until now and it just feels like everything is hitting you all at once. Like a dam that held in too much and finally cracked.

Your best friend makes it to your door in exactly five minutes and rushes inside, surprising you a bit.

Seeing the tears streaming down your face, they immediately pull you into a hug and rub your back.

“Let it out babes”

****************************************************

Once you get your bearings, your best friend makes you a cup of tea to help calm your nerves.

“Careful, it’s hot,” they say handing you the mug

You give a small smile, as a way to say thank you.

They join you again on the sofa, adjusting the blanket you have over your legs and put their legs under as well.

“Ya know, that’s the first time I’ve cried since the attack happened,” you say

“Sometimes when people go through something traumatic, their emotions can shut down. You probably held it in for so long that you finally just broke,” they start

“Y/n, you went through something so incredibly horrible and I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you’re feeling, but I am always here you and it is okay to cry and be angry and feel hurt. Whenever you need to cry or feel like you want to hit something, just do it,” they end, never breaking eye contact with you

“I’ve spent this whole time..basically distracting myself. Telling myself ‘no, this won’t break me’ and now here I am,” you say, a small laugh/scoff escaping your mouth,“I can’t let him take my power away from me. I refuse.”

“And he won’t. Y/n, you are not broken because of this. You have always been resilient, no matter what you’ve had to face and I know that you can will get past this. It’s gonna take time and a lot of healing, but you will come out on the other side.”

You lay across to the other side of the couch, hugging your best friend’s waist. They hug you back and rub your shoulder.

Tears slowly leave your eyes, until you let sleep take over.

******************************************************

When you wake up, it’s 4 pm. You basically missed the whole day, but that was the last thing on your mind.

You realize your best friend’s legs were no longer under your head, so you sit up to look around for any sign of them still being in your apartment.

You see a note on your end table.

went out to get food to make dinner ♥️

You hear knocks at your door and decide to check your best friends location. You see they’re still at the grocery store and have been for the past few minutes.

“who could that be” you think to yourself

You look through the peep hole and see Hawks standing there.

“H-Hawks, w-what’re you doing here,” you ask slightly in shock, but happy for the most part

“Well, I called and you didn’t answer, so I got worried. I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he speaks honestly

“Yeah, I’m okay…physically. It’s been…kind of a rough day,” you say, not making eye contact with him

You feel his arms wrap around you and he starts to rub your back.

He walks you back into the apartment, so that you weren’t left standing in the hallway and closes the door behind the both of you.

When you pull away from the hug, you look up at him and he kisses your forehead.

Art by cherryviii

Thank you so much for reading !! I’m splitting this in two parts because I have held it hostage for long enough 😂

Working on part two neow!!!

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero headcanons #my hero headcanons #mafia!mha #mafia!my hero academia #mafia!boku no hero academia #mafia!bnha #mafia!au #mafia!hawks #hawks mha #hawks bnha #hawks my hero academia #hawks boku no hero academia #keigo takami mha #keigo takami bnha #keigo takami headcanons #hawks headcanons #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n

[kirnx-art]

Sumire and Info kun or chan headcanons?

Info-kun and Sumire headcanons

So,

▪︎ Do you know why Info-kun is able to see and touch Sumire even though she is a ghost?

It's because her remains flow in his blood. Like, literally... Akira's mother, unlike the others, knew that Sumire was not missing, but was killed (By the way, when she told to Journalist that she didn't know about Ryoba and the scandal surrounding Sumire's "lost", she lied lol)

During her pregnancy, she performed an occult ritual by consuming Sumire's remains (ashes mostly) to pass into the blood of her unborn child. So, she united those two, making Sumire Info-kun's "guardian angel" in a sense.

Because of this ritual, Info-kun slightly look alike Sumire, even though he is not her relative. And his hair and eyes are red, because he is imbued with the vengeful spirit of Sumire (since she badly wants to take revenge on Ryoba). This is similar to how Hanako's eyes turn red when she became Nemesis.

I think if ritual wasn't happen, his hair would be black, like his father, and his eyes light blue, like his mother.

▪︎ I mentioned that Sumire is Akira's "guardian angel". This has been present since his birth.

Honestly, idk how the Journalist was allowed to raise a child, given his poverty and alcoholism, but okay. Maybe his late wife left him the capital she earned so that he could pay for housing, food and clothes for the child and himself. Though that doesn't change the fact that he's an irresponsible father who even doesn't love his child. But okay. We talked about Sumire.

So, when Infokid was a baby, Sumire would come to the Journalist' house to feed his baby and play with it. At that time, Sumire didn't know how to create a physical form, so she appeared to the baby Akira in the form of an ugly ghost. It didn't scare him though. The child trusted and loved Sumire, despite her inhumanly terrible appearance.

As Infokid became more and more independent, Sumire came less and less until she stopped altogether.

However, they were able to see each other again when Infokid was able to find a hidden room just under the Akademi grounds a few years later. I think when Akira "first" saw Sumire, he was scared, but then he realized that in childhood it was not an imaginary friend... well, or he went crazy. Basically, it's okay.

▪︎ Sumire is probably Info-kun's only friend. It sounds sad, but they are attached to each other so much that it makes up for the lack of friends. Although I don't even know how to describe their relationship... a very strong friendship? Romance? I think it's somewhere between the two, or maybe even something more than just love...maybe it's the desire to unite as one.

Though despite having such high feelings, Info-kun is rather mischievous and sometimes likes to play pranks on Sumire, especially since she is rather absent-minded cause she is uuh...dead. On the other hand, Sumire can scare Info-kun... Mostly she does it unconsciously.

▪︎ All his life, Info-kun felt like Akira wasn't his name. In fact, his mother wanted to name him Subaru, but the Journalist didn't know about it and gave the child a different name. Akira's mother knew Sumire, and she had long considered naming her potential child by that name because it sounded a bit like Sumire's name.

▪︎ I like to imagine Sumire helping Info-kun wash his long hair. I think it has a special vibe if it's in a bathroom like the old shower room in the game - with little stools and all.

Yeah, I'm again talking about how two people take a bath together... I don't know, I guess I like this topic, cause in such situations, people like...honest with each other. There's a special level of trust between them, I think.

#yandere simulator #headcanon #info kun #sumire saitozaki

[harringtown]

i saw you were active again, so hiii <3

“you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i’ve ever crossed paths with. and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice.” with steve harrington from the etl prompt list thingie :)

hi!!! its been a Long time since I wrote for the boy I missed him <3

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“Ow. Ow. Ow—Jesus—” Steve swats lightly at the bloody chunk of gauze in your fist. It’s gauze sheet number three, and still, his chest is covered in a filmy layer of gunk. Blood, dirt, ash, and a tar like substance you recognize but haven’t been brave enough to ask about yet.

You sit back, tossing the gauze and reaching for another, cocking a brow at him. 

“Did you just swat at me?”

Steve huffs, leaning back into your bed frame and gripping one of the posts. “You’re doing it on purpose,” he spits through clenched teeth. They’re stained red and black, too, as if he took a bite out of whatever did the same to him.

“Doing what? Other than trying to disinfect a dozen bite marks that definitely need stitches?”

“Is that what you’re doing? Because, honestly, I think I’d take those damn bats over you.” He rakes a hand through his hair, but his fingers get caught in clots of muck. With a sigh of frustration, he drops his hands and shakes his head.

“I’m trying to help you, you know. You could at least stay still and be quiet.”

“Oh, is my pain an inconvenience?” he asks. He’s clinging to humor with a vise-grip, but you’ve known him long enough to recognize overcompensation when you see it.  But it doesn't stop you from taking the bait.

“Not your pain. It’s you,” you snap. “You are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever crossed paths with—”

His lips part in what will inevitably be a stupid retort, but you don’t give him room.

“—and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice. Because, somehow, despite almost dying, again, you are still talking.”

“Then why’d you open the door?” he says, giving a dramatic flourish with one hand. 

“Because I knew you were on the other side of it,” you say. The words come so fast, chucked from an angry hand before you even realize what the cards are, there is no stopping them. 

Steve’s brows jerk up, but he quickly recomposes himself. 

“Why did you come here?” you ask. “Why do you always come here, bruised and bleeding? So we fought a demonic mutant dog once. We’re not exactly friends.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, an oddity in itself. His expression twists, and then goes soft, his lips turning up in a tiny, sad smile. 

“It’s like you said.” He swallows. Lifts his gaze to meet yours. “Because you’ll open the door.”

#brooke writes fic #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

[rhywhitefang]

Blank Rune References Part 2

I like making Swift heart-shaped :D Also... if you pay close attention, you can see that he has part of his thumb missing, I don't know if that's clear but I did consciously shape his hand with that in mind.

Astrid is the hottest girl in Blank Rune, respectfully. I gave her, like a slightly darker red and I really like how that looks. As you know, my headcanon is that she's growing out a sidecut and that's why her hair is like that.

I will always draw Jakob with a three o'clock shadow and an emo haircut, it's the law.

Fatima my beloved <3 <3 < 3 Honestly, I am really happy with how her face turned out.

It is so so strange to draw Blank Rune Rhy... so young, so innocent, not yet completely broken down and desperate to do anything to ressurrect his boyfriend

speaking of!! Look at this cutie!!! I think me and Phi did once talk about how he really is the Helen of Troy of the whole trilogy. A tragedy, an inciting incident, doomed by the narrative. a face to launch a thousand ships, etc, etc

Arna is the original angry girl and she is fully justified. I did my girlie so dirty by voting to strike her down with lightning, but sadly I have bad taste. Sorry </3

Finn. He is standing there.

Then we have the vampire DJ goddess of my dreams, and future rebel, the one and only Allen. <3 <3 <3 Feat the key to the fishguys cage

I hope Avery looks okay, I tried to nail his expression down but we'll see!

Ash and Coal!! Twinsies!! God, I miss them. Ash is so cool and mysterios. Coal, understanding and friendly. I still love how, even though they never once actually interacted in the story, their relationship was still so vivid and clear to see

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Find the Words tag

Thanks for the tag @briannaswords and @the-void-writes!!!

Words (1): see, miss, trust, friendship and colour

Words (2): Crowd, Green, Sunlight, Bread, and Believe.

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See:

Kian brushed past me, and I looked up to see the sideways glance of his honey eyes, and that prideful smile. I felt that instant pull, yet at the same time, a force pushed me back. It was electrifying but terrifying. There was something about him that I couldn't place, a part of me wanted to understand and get close to him, but then again I couldn't. I wouldn't be broken again

Miss:

"So Tiger, anyone you gonna miss back on Earth?" Kian asked. "Nope." I kicked a stone in the stream and watched it sink to the bottom. "Come on there must be someone. A boyfriend, grandparent, family, friends," he listed putting a finger up for each one. "Dead, never existed, mostly dead, and I never had any." I replied, glancing over at him. "Damn," he muttered.

Trust:

"Oh yes because my fire is so reliable."I snapped glaring at him, "With that much wood around us, and flammable materials, we could all end up dead, especially if-" I stopped myself mid sentence. "Forget about it." I mumbled turning back to the waves. "No, go on, say it." Kian taunted. "Fine. We could all end up dead if I lost control. Trust me I should know. It's happened twice." I looked back at land that was coming closer. "What do you mean it's happened twice?" Avarus asked curiously. "I have lost control two times and both resulted in a death." My voice was shallow as I spoke. "One when I was eight, and one when I was eighteen. This fire isn’t a blessing, it’s a curse." I could feel their stares as I finished.

Friendship:

N/A

Colour:

The walls were made of a type of metal and people walked around each minding their own business. There were people from every Kingdom. The ones dressed in red and black were Ireaian, then the ones in purple were Superbian and so on. Every kingdom had a national colour that when on diplomatic missions they wore. I could also tell which were warriors vs healers vs scholars. Each had their own style of robe they wore to fit their job. Elda led us down a warmly lit hallway. People passed us without a second glance.

Crowd:

N/A

Green:

"Ah, welcome to Prásinos," A tall lean man with pale skin and light red hair dressed in a forest green suit stood up and bowed, "I am Crowin Lafitte, and this is my lovely wife Dareleen Lafitte," he gestured to the lady with curly dark burgundy hair, and tan skin, dressed in a forest green gown that flowed at her feet.

Sunlight:

Norla stood in her golden robes that looked like golden sunlight swirling around her. I'm honestly not that surprised that she’s here, but why didn't she take us here herself instead of sending us to Airileen?

Bread:

I shook my head and slipped on my shoes before leaving and walking towards Marie's inn. The village was pretty much cleaned up from last night's attack but black ash still blanketed a few things. I stepped into the inn and the fresh smell of fresh bread filled the room.

Believe:

"Trust me your Majesty, you won't. I never knew your mother but my mother did. She said she was the fiercest, most loyal Queen to rule a kingdom in Avaidia, and I believe that you will live up to her image. I can already tell you have a kind heart, even though it’s damaged. Just believe." Elda smiled back at me reassuringly. 

Tagging: @bardic-tales, @writerfae, @briannaswords, @ashen-crest, @hey-its-quill and anyone else who wants to

Your words: Lover, Death, Time, Sea, Flower

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