#in any case i hope you've enjoyed what i've written so far ^^

[hyperbolicreverie]

Hello! I’ve recently discovered your account and you are definitely one of my favorite writers for the op fandom, and possibly in terms of general fanfiction as well. I’m a BIG fan of fictional language exploration, so you having written several works on the topic was a big treat for me :) BUT I also love the way you write the characters, so I was curious: do you have any thoughts on Rosinante and Sengoku’s relationship? I’ve been kind of thinking lately that Sengoku might have a sort of idealised view of him - saying that your son, a literal spy, has never lied to you is a pretty bold claim, all in all, especially considering how (outwardly, at least) Rosinante didn’t seem to lose much sleep above going with the high treason option. In any case, thank you for writing such great stories, and hope you have a nice day :)

Thank you, that's such a nice thing to say! I'm glad you've enjoyed what I've written so far!

Sengoku and Rosinante's relationship is absolutely fascinating to me. And I think in Sengoku's case he's got a very specific set of blinders in regards to Rosinante, but in a very aware sort of way.

Sengoku claims that Rosinante never lied to him except the once, and I doubt that's true just on principal. I think a better reading of the sentiment is that Rosinante only lied one time when it mattered.

He also claims that Rosinante had one of the strongest senses of justice of anyone he knew, and in the context of how the series and the marines in particular define the concept of 'justice,' that feels like a very particular word choice.

Sengoku's brand of justice is "Reigning Justice" which I've always interpreted to mean that justice should take precedent, or "reign," over all. However, it does not define what that justice is supposed to be, or if there's only one interpretation of it like Absolute Justice does. So I think when he said Rosinante had a sense of justice, he means that he had a very good idea of the rights and wrongs of the world and where the lines of society fall. Him telling that to Law in Dressrosa feels very much like him saying "he saw that the world had been unjust to you, and decided to try and mitigate that, if even a little bit."

For Sengoku, I think there's a very parental desire there to want to believe you were an unshakable guiding force in the mind of your child, and Rosinante going rogue requires him to question that. But because Rosinante dies, he's never going to have those questions truly answered. He can just speculate, and try and look for the same things his son saw, whether that be in the world or in a hurt kid.

(I also think that losing Rosinante embittered him a lot, leading to the sterner outlook we see pre-timeskip--he's much more laid back in flashback and post-timeskip, and unfortunately I think some of that might have contributed to him being overly callous on the matter of Ace).

#rev speaks #one piece

[shanaraharlyah]

For the WIP Folder Game, DAI Trespasser and your original fiction An Elven Tale please 👀

Thank you for asking @sillyliterature!

DAI Trespasser is my Dorian x Lavellan fic. Everything I've written so far is after meeting with Solas. It's filling in the blanks between scenes that we don't see and trying to expand on Kartaelin's relationship dynamic with Dorian and the others. You can read a good bit of it with the artwork here and here, but I'll add another snippet for you here! ☺️

Kartaelin smiled at the Tevinter mage as he wrapped his good arm around Dorian’s, “Lead the way, ma vhenan!” Dorian took hold of the elf’s shoulder as well as his hand and gestured to the others to begin the trek back.  “Oh, and Sera, I did use his name, just for you,” he said smugly with a wink. “Pffft.” Sera blew a raspberry as she rolled her eyes, “Arse.” Dorian sighed, again, and leaned in toward the Inquisitor, “Tell me again why you invited her along.” Kartaelin chuckled. “Because you get along so well!” he teased.  “But really, you can’t tell me that you don’t enjoy the verbal jousting.” “I think the word you’re looking for is abuse, verbal abuse,” Dorian said loudly.  “That’s not the only ‘jousting’ I enjoy,” he added under his breath and raised an eyebrow at the elf.  From behind them, Sera burst into a fit of laughter.   “I’d hit you for that if I had another arm to do it with.  Gods, you are such a dirty man sometimes,” Kartaelin mock scolded.  Dorian frowned at the mention of his arm, but didn’t let it ruin their playful banter.  “You know you love it,” he responded, with a smoldering look at the Inquisitor. The elf laughed, “I do, truly.”

An Elven Tale honestly doesn't have much written yet. This story and the characters have lived rent free in my head for 20+ years in some form, but fandom always seems to suck me in before I get very far writing wise. There's a general outline, a few notes and a couple scenes written. And a bunch of art/renders in various forms of completion. It's the story of Sarovanya and his companions, coming of age and trying to follow their hearts. Most of what I have written and finished art wise involves a love triangle between Saro, Tarwen and Morcundu, so I'll link some of those here and give you a little snip from the file.

Morcundu had spent the afternoon readying the old ruin for this evening.  The place had always been important to him, being somewhere he could escape to, but the time he'd spent there with Tarwen had made it all the more precious.  They were to meet here again this evening and he'd already built a small fire in the fire pit they'd constructed on the old stone floor.  In anticipation of the coming rain, he'd gathered dry wood to feed the fire and stacked it in the far corner.  He'd brought with him furs in case the rain turned chill and lit candles to brighten the place as the forest had already turned overcast. He stood back from their makeshift table and smiled.  Tarwen's acceptance and love in spite of the tension and hatred between their respective races filled him with hope, and he would do anything to foster this relationship and bring their people together.  A lofty goal he knew. There was so much bitterness in the hearts of his people toward the elves who had left them behind, but there were so many others suffering for the hate of the few.  And it was the actions of those in power that drove the others around them to fear and hate.  He had to believe in hope and Tarwen had been that light for him.

Love Is Colorblind

A Safe Haven

Love Will Keep You Up All Night

Hope you enjoy! And always up for questions if you've got any! :)

#ask game #fanfiction #fantasy #dragon age #ocs #kartaelin #morcundu #elves #writeblr

[theowritesfiction]

Hey!

I'd just like to thank you for being such an active member of the Azutara community. I ship them, and define Azula's character in the series as 'morally grey' (I mean, I can't see how any mature adult could call a 14 year old inherently evil, but I suppose watching the show as a child would give you a pretty lasting impression of that), but I have not yet found anyone who has remotely the same opinion as you, and am SO glad I found a kindred spirit in you.

You might recognise me through my AO3 username, lordinkbot, as I've been systematically leaving kudos as I make my way through your Burning Ring series and now am around fifty chapters through WLG, with every intention to finish it. I have THROUGHLY enjoyed everything you've written so far, but I'm still too shy to leave a comment on AO3, so I hope I can express gratitude here instead.

I have a question which will probably be answered as I keep reading, but could you please let me know when exactly you decided to make YuKaZula a throuple in WLG, instead of sticking to the Azutara pairing? I've been reading comments as I read, but there's been no real hints towards it, and as this is the first fic of significant length with polyamory in it that I read, I'd appreciate some insight into your thought process.

Aside from that, I think your writing is so well thought out, and despite the length of some of your fictions, it never seems to drag. Heck - I read The Pit of Snakes in one day flat because I simply could not stop. Thank you so much, again, for being active in this community, and I hope you never, ever stop writing.

All the best, Inky

Hey there, and thank you for this wonderful message, my head has now swelled to comical size from all the compliments to my writing. :)

Yes, I don't feel comfortable slapping a 14 year old girl with the label of Evil. I think Azula commits a few acts that could be classified as evil, but nowhere near as many as most people seem to believe. Azula in the show can be very unpleasant, but at the same time, I have not seen anything that would make me think that she couldn't change her ways.

Anyway, I'm glad you're enjoying my writing, and don't feel pressured to comment on ao3 if you don't feel comfortable. I hear that from quite a few readers - really, it's fine :)

YuKaZula throuple in WLG definitely was not planned when I set out to write the story. However, when Yue joined Katara and Azula in Ba Sing Se, I found that the characters gradually developed a more powerful emotional bond than I expected them to. Eventually, they grew so close that I couldn't imagine Yue being with someone else other than Azula and Katara. Of course, Katara and Yue already shared a bit of romantic past, but Yue and Azula had also kissed and obviously found each other attractive. At least from the writing perspective, this really was the case of characters insisting on which way they wanted the relationships to go. I hope that as you read the story, you'll see what I mean by that!

I'm very glad you enjoyed the Burning Ring trilogy, and you definitely don't need to worry about me stopping writing. I have plenty of ideas for more Azutara stories, so I'll be writing about these girls for a while yet. Messages like these also help to inspire me to keep going, so thank you so much for your kind words!

#answered ask #thank you so much #azutara #my fanfic #writing process

[aeoneskova]

20 questions for fic writers :)

Thank you so much @ulouism for the tag! <33

How many works do you have on ao3? 7 works are currently available to read on my ao3 :)

What is your total ao3 word count? 569,216 words - i’m honestly flabbergasted

What fandoms do you write for? So far only Harry Potter, though I've been interested in some spiderman or stranger things stuff which I might write for soon.

Top 5 fics by kudos? In order: Honey Honey, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, the Funny Tricks of Time, Seven Dials, Just in Case.

Do you respond to comments? The majority of them! I try my best to answer every one, or at least one if you've commented on multiple chapters in a row :)

Which of your fics have the angstiest ending? this is hard, all my halloween one shots are very angsty but which is worse? James and Lily dying, Marlene and Dorcas dying, or Mary obliviating herself? I'll leave that up to debate lol

Which of your fics had the happiest ending? I'll go with seven dials, considering that's the only fluffy fic I've actually finished, though goflb might take that spot once its done :))

Do you get hate on fics? I had an incident a couple months ago where I got flooded with some nasty comments, and I've had a couple things in the past. But so many people here came to my defence, it was lovely to see and I can't thank you all enough!

Do you write smut? Not yet... I get awkward... and scared someone I know irl will see it... but you never know...

Do you write crossovers? I have a couple marauder fic wips which take a lot of inspiration from other stories, like the Martian and httyd, but I wouldn't mark them as crossovers when I post them cause they're mainly hp

Has anyone stolen your fics? Not that I know of, hope it stays that way lol

Have you ever had a fic translated? No but i’d be open to any requests if someone did want to :)

Ever co-written a fic? No and not sure if i’d want to, i’m a massive control freak and procrastinator so I think i’d get stressed

What's your all-time favourite ship? I’ve gotta say wolfstar, my loves <33 though I do dabble in drarry and perciver, I don't think anything will top them

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you will? I don't think I can pick lmao I have so many idea folders and half finished first chapters that I want to write but I can't balance them all. I suppose I'll go with my wolfstar pirate fic That's Life

What are your writing strengths? I think im good with characters and plot, or at least that's what I enjoy doing most and what comes most naturally to me. I waste so much water standing in the shower thinking through things... I'd say im quite a proficient editor too, but idk if that counts

What are your writing weaknesses? I'm gonna say dialogue cause sometimes when I read back over conversations, they don't feel right and I spend ages tweaking it. And can I say procrastination? I struggle so much in starting writing, but once I get into it i’m fine.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I don't trust google translate enough to write in another language unless I knew myself it was right, so in most cases i’d find a way around it. I don't mind dialogue in other languages if its for a reason, but if that means I have to translate every other sentence it can get a bit annoying

First fandom you wrote for? A Harry Potter x Percy Jackson fic on Quotev that we won't talk about ...

Favourite fic you've ever written? I have to say I'm most proud of Honey Honey, its the only full length fic ive finished but quality wise i’d say Seven Dials is my favourite

No pressure tags: @arakhnee @pretentiouswreckingball @residentrookie and anyone else who wants to join in :)

#questions for fic writers #asks #tag game #ao3 fanfics #marauders #harry potter #wolfstar #dorlene #marlene mckinnon #my wips

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Hello Em, hope your year has been up to a good start!

I've been reading your Terms of Endearment series for some time now, since you were halfway through Sweet Girl. I'm not one to comment much but I did want to say how much I adore your writing, and what you've written so far. Congrats!

Also, a thought occurred to me. I haven't read any of George Martin's books yet, so I don't know in depth about which societies or cultures inspired the world he created outside of Westeros, and I haven't heard of a successful way to do c-sections in their society. But maybe, as Daemon said he would seek out the best professionals when Babey is pregnant, he could find people with better surgical technics, something I thought about when I remembered pre-colonial Africa and the kingdom of Bunyoro-Kitara, where Europeans reported for the first time that safe c-sections were performed and usually both the mother and the baby lived.

It's just a thought that came to mind, even though it may not be super useful. But I totally see Daemon arranging for the best physicians to just make camp at Dragonstone just in case Babey needs them at any time lol.

Anyways, thanks again for sharing your writing with us and for posting with such consistency even though u don't need to.

Hello, hello, @nyxsisreads! A pleasure to have you here, haha! My year has been GREAT so far, and I hope yours has been the same!

I'm so glad you've been enjoying this silly little hobby of mine - it's really grown legs, hasn't it? I think this started as a one-shot smut, which has since devolved into a smutty series, lol. Daemon is very much going to be seeking help abroad (far Essos or beyond, haven't EXACTLY decided), which is going to give me the opportunity to introduce a new character; my vague idea is for this defiant as hell older lady who puts up with exactly none of Daemon's shit and doesn't give a rat's ass that he's some Rogue Prince or whatever. She's going to be a little more useful than some crusty old guy from the Citadel when it comes to delivering babies, that's for sure! (I have a plot point that has been long planned after watching far too many 'Call the Midwife' episodes, lol.)

Daemon finds 'em, Daemon and Babey joint interview, Babey chooses; Daemon's like "no, no, NOT that one" but Babey's all "awww, I like her, she's so calming, pleeeeeease?". We know how that one goes, haha! Picture Daemon sulky as fuck whenever this woman's all "what is with these marks on her neck, boy?! She is with child, she is not a thing for you to stick your cock in whenever you please! Men, ah!" And giving ZERO shits when he's all "need I remind you that I'm employing you, wench!" (Rhaenyra wants her to stay forever.)

Thank you so much for this lovely ask, and for giving me the opportunity to talk a bit about this person I will be introducing. I'm super excited to develop her, because I know she's going to help Babey with her fears a lot!

#fanfiction comments

[warcats-cat]

human interaction!!

what's your favorite thing to write? what's your favorite part of the writing process? your least favorite?

what other fandoms, besides the ones you've written, would you want to write for in the future? If you were forced to write something about a fandom you knew very little about (let's say you get a summary of the plot and characters, plus whatever you might've absorbed via fandom posts from your mutuals), what fandom do you think you'd have the most luck with and why?

if you create OCs, what's your favorite OC that you've created? have you created any villain OCs? do you prefer Gen fics or romantic fics (both to read and to write)? who's your favorite comfort character? who's a character that probably shouldn't be comforting, but is anyway? who's a character that other people seem to love, but you just don't get the hype?

I hope this helps a little!! I'm always down to chat and trade asks!

20 questions 🤣🤣🤣 ok:

1) my favorite thing to write is also my favorite thing to read! Hurt/Comfort!!!!!

2) Most favorite part - Daydreaming about the characters/storyline while pretending to be mentally present at work!

3) Least favorite part - Making the words go 😢

4) I usually write what I know best at any moment - I've been eyeing some of the art/fic in the FNAF fandom lately but just kinda dipping my hands in, not really ready to dive in. I just love my Sanders Boys, ya know?

5) I think I could BS something from one of the classic animes, like Death Note or Naruto. I did watch Ouran Highschool Host Club and a few other sillier animes but my fandom experiences with those ended at looking at fanart. ((Wait, can Pokemon count? Can I do Pokemon? I know some Pokemon 👀👀👀))

6) my OC's are my DND characters and by far my favorite is Ink of Dreams, my cat-person thief 😍😍. Also Thistle, who isn't really an OC so much as my OC's pet 😅😅😅 If anything I guess HE would be my "favorite" because I talk about him all the time and he's in three dnd campaigns and I had a plushie made and I'm trying to have a movable puppet made...

7) RN I have a villain OC for a WIP I'm working on (read: poking with a stick like a dead animal) and I do enjoy writing her very much. She is an agent of chaos and I hate her so much, it's great 💜 I don't have a lot of experience doing the just straight up ridiculously depraved, but writing her is also giving me practice for writing future LRH adjacent fics involving Gabriel 👀👀👀

8) uuuuhhhhhh I like cuddles 😅😅😅😅 I'm fine with both, just not big on smut. I think I'm a little bit romantically starved tbh because sometimes I pull up a comfort fic that I know is gonna make me cry because I just kinda *need* to cry if that makes sense? I'm asexual and finding a romantic partner is hard 🥲 But anyway yeah I'm fine with both! RN I'm on a baby fic kick so send me babies 💜💜

9) My current comfort character is Patton from Sanders Sides, and no one is surprised. 😅 I just vibe with him a lot because in also a very emotionally-open and emotionally-invested person, I tend to be a caretaker and I like to be prepared in case someone around me needs help. And RN with fandom drama especially, I just feel connected with Patton. I also experienced a period of my life where I tried to help but made some mistakes and then was demonized and called an abuser, manipulative, gaslighter, horrible person and then I found out I was autistic so the things I was doing (like leaving a party to sit outside and decompress when I was overwhelmed and crying) weren't as common-sense and understood as I thought (aka said behavior was called me going off and crying to isolate people and make them come take care of me) ANYWAY. It's kinda funny because I've always bounced between Patton and Virgil for TS; it was mostly Virgil at first and then I had a gap where Good Omens took over, and then it was back to TS but now more vibing with Patton

10) I can't really think of a comfort character that would be considered "not good" besides like. The characters I call my "Anime Boyfriends", Jake English and Dirk Strider from Homestuck, but that's more because like,,, the creator of Homestuck kinda uses a *lot* of slurs,,,, but also I only read like 1/4 of the whole comic,,,, and I go off of fanon interpretations,,,, from ask blogs c2012,,, so.........

11) I do not understand the obsession with Janus and Remus. I'm gonna admit - I don't like them in canon. At all. I am ok with most fanon interpretations, but I just don't like them. I like the "Core Four" (Logan, Virgil, Patton, Roman) and that's it. And I do NOT look forward to the "orange side". And to be 100%, I get frustrated because I want to read poly fic of just the core four and so many people are tossing Janus and Remus in the mix and I just want to find the ones that don't and it takes *forever* to filter out all of the different variants of ships. 🥲 obv I'm not going to tell anyone else to stop enjoying their ships and characters, but I'm not gonna go searching for the stuff that I don't enjoy, either.

Thank you for the ask friend!! 💜💜 it's very much appreciated lol, and a lot of your questions really made me think 😅😅

#warcats answers #xman friend #ask the author #author 20 questions #lol #sorry it took so long #i really had to think for some of these 😅

[scottxlogan]

Hiiiii

😅😈📈 for a game

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists? Hmm...I mean everything I've written is a stepping stone to where I am today, but I mean in terms of stories that make me cringe a little in knowing I've penned them there are a few where I question what I was thinking at the moment of inspiration. I have a vaampire/soulmates/BDSM WIP that I penned a few years back where I was all like, "Hey I can write this story in less than a month no problem." lol I don't know what possessed me to write it, but I did and midway through (and we're talking a lot of pages into it) I was kind of like wow this is just...too much. There's one scene in there that kind of made me take a step back and return to what is more my comfort zone. I don't have any issues with any of the tropes I mentioned, but it felt like it was a touch darker than most of my work and I wasn't sure I was feeling the ship I was writing anymore in it with the darkness it was pulling out. I like exploring a character's psyche and the depth of darkness they can carry with it, but my two main characters were both pretty dark where I stepped back. So yeah, that's probably something I'm a smidge bit embarrassed that I penned, but it was good for knowing my limitations and strengths as an author and working on what I can improve. Maybe one day I'll revisit it, but for now it's sitting quietly on my hard drive hoping for an eventual return lol. 😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers? There's been a couple of instances where I've done something 'playfully mean' to the readers just because sometimes it's a fun way to bring people along on a ride and offer up a tease or some drama. In Damaged I have a sequence (spoilers here) where Scott wakes up and discovers all his worst nightmares are coming true. That he's too far gone to find redemption and he's lost Logan and he's married to someone else in this new world. There's a lot of drama there going on and that was a bit of a tease as there was a play on the flirtation between Scott and Tony. Speaking of which in Better Together I have a chapter titled The Death of Cyclops after Scott and Tony are finally at a point where it looks like they can enjoy being together. Very angsty dramatic, which the more I share these the less playful they sound lol. I guess my biggest 'playfully mean' moment as of late was in Blindsided where Bucky has a daydream/fantasy about Tony that feels entirely real until Bucky snaps out of it and we learn it is not the case. I don't often toss in the fantasy sequence trope into fics but every now and then it can be a fun way to throw people off for a second :) 📈 How many fics do you have? I currently have 171 on AO3, but if I'm honest through the years and other fandoms I've been a part of and with original things I would say it's probably more than double that. I wrote my first 'novel' when I was like 8 by hand and was hyped that it was 100 pages. Writing is just a huge part of my daily life I guess. Keeps me grounded in a lot of ways.

Thanks so much for the asks! They were a lot of fun anon! I really appreciate you asking!

#writer emoji asks #anonymous #writing

[newathens]

the wait was worth it actually dw !! and i have some thoughts, provided you don't mind me ranting. first things first i'll admit that toa is a grey zone for me nowadays. loved the first 3 books, especially the 3rd one where you'd think it's finally getting real and serious. 4th one, um, i've shamelessly spoiled myself the ending. didn't like what i saw at all, yet i still read it out of curiosity and because ngl, i liked the 2 emperors apollo was facing as characters. caligula was the one who did the deed and made shit hit the fan with jason and all, and for a sec it looked as if we're getting a villain who's actually a threat to be taken seriously for the first time since like... luke? kronos? since pjo, basically. commodus... yeah i don't think i have to explain this one, i enjoyed his backstory with apollo and hoped to get more on that. the 4th book's ending was predictably shit, of course. kind of lost my interest there & skimmed through the 5th book when it came out just to get it over with. wasn't impressed whatsoever. and that's when my opinion on toa went from "has the potential to be pjo but better" to "everyone was right. it sucks".

however. i in fact 100% dig your theories and think them coming true could've explained the 4th book perfectly and tied all the loose ends. think about it. the emperors who seemed so powerful going down like that? plot armor for everyone but jason, the son of you-know-who who conveniently offended you-know-who beforehand? python being an absolute dogshit antagonist that barely had any presence other than "i'm a big bad snake and i'm big and i'm bad"? as of right now this is just shit writing but if zeus was the mastermind all along then it wouldn't have been. it would've went from bad writing on rick's part to bad writing on zeus' part, if this makes sense. it would've concluded the series in a befitting & memorable way that aligns with the themes we were presented with since day 1.

i know what it's like to be the tinfoil hat wearer of your fandom (i am also like that in a few fandoms unrelated to this conversation) & i admire the way you keep your agenda up despite the fact that it already ended and ended like that but like... i don't even think you're that much of a tinfoil hat wearer tbh. you're literally just right about things sorry not sorry girl. i don't wanna give RR more credit than he deserves but he can't be an absolute moron, can he? in fact i am now convinced that he did want to end things that way, like that's too many hints and clues for them to be there just because.

to throw my 2 cents in, i do think it was in fact rewritten, and with how shitty it is i'll go as far as saying that it was because the rewrite was a last minute one. either 1. he had a few endings in mind, yours & the one we have both included, and he placed the clues in there in case he decided to commit to that lane and needed something to back it up. then he for some reason went with the shittier one 2. he did write it like that originally, then his editors or publisher or whoever saw it and thought it might be offensive/too much for kids to handle and forced him to rewrite it or 3. both options combined. rick himself took a step back, decided that the ending might be a bit too much, especially considering that it was written around the time people were calling him out for all the weird shit he's written, remembered that he has the whole tv show deal coming, and thought that it's best to play it safe, even at the expense of storytelling.

who knows tho. tl;dr you've managed to convince me & i'm in love with you & i definitely think you should've written the series instead of the man. much love 🫶

you and i are telepathizing we are on the same astral plane i am giving you the biggest hug and ily too !!

#hit it out of the park on every point here ur absolutely right !!

[orchidyoonkook]

My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

5. A fic of yours I haven't read but want to: I had just barely started TWWWBAATTA just before heading into my stormy period where I didn't do hardly any reading or writing. It was lovely and your JK is such a cutie and a knock-out, and I'm excited to continue it soon!

8. What I most like about your writing: Firstly, your emphasis on nature and your use of it and its imagery to contribute to the feeling and setting of your plots and scenes. The way that you communicate beauty is really romantic and poetic and I DIG IT. Also, I feel like you are very confident in your characters and who they are - this comes across strongly in your writing and is something I greatly envy.

11. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

VIOLET HOLY SHIT???!!!??? Literally what did I ever do to deserve such amazing humans around me like??? What god am I in the favour of cuz I need to set up an alter for them rq:

Onto! (this is literally so long im so sorry)

DUDE. I'm on the ground 50 yards away from where i just was cuz thats how hard you've blown me away rn.

1. My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

I love how much you love them. And I'm so very glad to have been able to have made something so special to you. It's truly my honour.

5. A fic of yours I haven't read but want to: I had just barely started TWWWBAATTA just before heading into my stormy period where I didn't do hardly any reading or writing. It was lovely and your JK is such a cutie and a knock-out, and I'm excited to continue it soon!

A stormy period??? Did I know about this and completely by accident flake on you??? I'm so sorry if I did. I'm always here I hope you know what. (And please pardon my god awful memory. Short term memory loss sucks so much.)

And never any pressure to read, but when and if you do I hope you enjoy!!! TWWWBAATTA is my brain baby. My first fic and by far the longest thing I've ever written. I love them so much and I hope you will to, but I also understand how daunting getting into a big series is, so literally no pressure at all. You've already been kind enough to me to last a life time <<33

8. What I most like about your writing: Firstly, your emphasis on nature and your use of it and its imagery to contribute to the feeling and setting of your plots and scenes. The way that you communicate beauty is really romantic and poetic and I DIG IT. Also, I feel like you are very confident in your characters and who they are - this comes across strongly in your writing and is something I greatly envy.

WHY IS IT MAKE YOON CRY NIGHT???!!!!!! Im sobbing. I'm facedown in my pillow. A walking waterfall of tears. I dont even know what or where the hell to begin with this. So i'll do what i do best and let my brain vomit on my creative process a lil bit:

i dont even realise i do this until after, the emphasis on nature and imagery and setting plots and scenes. But for me to understand a story, i need a place where i can see the characters, i need to know their place in that setting, and i need a bit of background that sets everything.

-> For UTWT, that was the solace of the tree in the shitty hometown for reader, a reader who's desperate to leave, why they want to leave, and then i give them something. in this case yoongi.

-> for TDWV that was the bar. Why a bar? it's where creatures of the night can go to destress becuase even they aren't always "on." and then why is reader there as a mortal, oh shes a bartender, but that gives her special priveledges with the other species becuase now they cant do anything to her, so shes safe. except for the one thing that disrupts her night. the one thing that goes bump in the night for her. and so how do i take that a step further? I make him obscenely powerful, so powerful that the people who kill her kind for fun are scared of him. And then to seal the deal? I make the big scary man care for the one thing he's supposed to see as less than dirt. I make her special. And you learn this all early on in the story. It cements the who what where when why and you learn the how as you go.

and then when im describing a setting and using things to cement the reality of my stories i go into almost a trance and literally insert myself into it to pick out the details. Visualization is something i've always had "a gift" for. It why i usually dont draw with references, and can look at something crafty and just "know" how to make it. So i guess thats how i do that.

-> like in UTWT. I am the tree and the reader and yoongi. I'm the wind around them and the pond watching them learn to love one another. I'm the motorcycle and the books and the leather jacket shielding them from the rain. I have to be everything to be able to write it the way i see it.

-> and in TDWV i was the bar and the music notes and the black tiled floors. I was yoongi and the reader and the banshees on the balcony and the other creatures. I put myself into everything and think about what they see. what they hear. what do they look like. How do they feel. whats their background, and i think that's why they feel so confident to you. I just - know - everything about them. i need to. to fake it till i make it. to baffle with my bullshit.

as for romance and poetic-ness(?). I've said this before, but it makes me laugh in a good way cuz if you know me irl you know i am the least poetic person alive and i dont do romance. Like i dont even let my partner get me treats bigger than a chocolate bar. (I am learning to be better tho.) So the fact that my writing is two things I am very much not in my waking life, it just goes to show how many sides a person has.

11. (*Something I wish/hope you write) FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

dude i was so so scared for the smut. i told you in dms but like i was sweating BUCKETSSSSS. I followed the same process i just described, but then i also had to go over the scene with a completely unsexual, professional and almost sterile eye. I had to think about what would work here. what would work there, should i switch out this word. I should come up with a more creative way to say that, because everyone writes it that way (not that theres anything wrong with that, it's just personal choice.)

and so for example, I'll go with something you pointed out recently from TDWV:

*NSFW INCOMING*

That filthy line when instead of saying he cums, you wrote "as he covers your inner walls in the most sickeningly sweet shade of white." Like, how DARE you?? No one talk to me. I'M NOT OKAY

I've seen this exact thing written as "he paint your walls white" and thats fine. that gets the point across, but i wanted this scene to hit different, i wanted it to show how engrossed he is and she is in this. And so i switched up my words to create a more sensually graphic imagine in the readers head.

and your reaction is all the proof i needed to know it worked the way i wanted it too. And these arent things i think of on the fly in my rough draft. These are things I sit with and brainstorm and tweak to make just right so i get the mental image i want.

*END NSFW PART*

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

Maybe one day i'll test you on this. (jokes) BRO THATS SO FLATTERING LIKE WHAT???!?!!!?!?! I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THAT.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

I WILL BET MY ASS AND YOURS I LOVE YOU MORE <<<<<333333333333

#THE ABSOLUTE KINDEST OF SOULS #im so spoiled #yall like #i cant #i CANNOT #Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thankyou #yoons MUUUUUSHHHYYYYYYY #asks #violet!! #violetsiren90 #ms.mailbox📬 #House of Yoon #yoon on writing #if you see spelling mistakes no you dont im not kidding when i say brain vomit.

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Lover To Lover: A Black Butler One Shot Collection

The_Littlest_Raindrop

Summary:

A collection of smutty Black Butler one-shots.

Notes:

Hellooooooo,

So this is something I've been planning to do for a little while now. Unfortunately I got caught up writting a few other things, so I haven't had time until now. Still, better late than never (I hope).

In case there's anyone here concerned that doing a one-shot collection will cause me to neglect my ongoing Reader x Undertaker story, I promise it won't! That story will still be getting regular updates, as will this one.

As anyone who's read any of my previous work knows, my work is un-beta'd, so there may be a few mistakes.

Also, as it's ongoing, I haven't written chapters for all of the pairs listed in the tags yet. They're all ones I'm planning to do though, so please be patient with me.

So, with that said, please enjoy fic no.1, featuring William T Spears

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Button Up (William T Spears X Reader)

Chapter Text

'Have this report on my desk by nine. No excuses.' Those were your boss William's parting words to you this morning. He's been very cold towards you lately, ever since an unfortunate incident a few weeks ago; an unexpected encounter with a demon during routine collection had left your blouse torn to shreds at the front, exposing a great deal of your chest. It would have all been okay if William hadn't appeared before you had the chance to change! But alas, he'd grown concerned about how long it was taking you to do such a simple task and decided to look for you.

He hasn't looked you in the eyes since.

You sigh in frustration. Truth be told, you've something of a crush on the stoic reaper. He's very handsome man and, despite his cold exterior, you can tell he cares deeply for the people under his jurisdiction. You're pretty sure he cares about you too, but his actions at present seem to suggest something else. Maybe he has some kind of problem with your work at the moment? You make a mental note to ask him when you drop your paperwork off later.

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A few hours pass in what feels like minutes, and you hear a tapping on the edge of your desk. Grell.

'Hello, Sweetie. Working on something for Will again? I swear that man… you'd think he'd go easy on us ladies. Especially when he fancies one of them!' Grell sighs dramatically, and you laugh at his antics. How long will it take for him to realise William wasn't interested in him? 'Oh you laugh now, but how long will it take for him to finally give in to his feelings? I bet you it's only a matter of time before he has you pinned against something hard, with something even harder between your legs!' Your laughing stops. Did he mean…

'Oh, you though I was talking about myself! No my dear, it's you who's got his heart all a-flutter. Why do you think he's been so distant lately? Why, repressed feelings, of course! That man is desperate for you, I know I the signs.' He winks. 'Why don't you unbutton that blouse of yours before you hand your work in? I bet a little cleavage will be more than enough to break that harsh visage of his.' You blush bright red, and Grell disappears, chasing after someone.

What if Grell was right? What if William does fancy you? It can't hurt to find out if he does. Worse cast scenario is he'll put you on suspension. Best case? Grell mentioned something about pinning you against something hard…

You work faster than you've ever worked before, determined to see William as soon as possible.

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You manage to finish at seven, a whole two hours earlier than asked. That's definitely a good start. Taking Grell's advice, you unbutton your blouse far enough to show off your cleavage. You just hope William notices.

You give his door a firm knock. The office always feels eerie in the evenings, every other member of dispatch out collecting souls. You hear an 'enter' from the other side of the door, and do as instructed.

William is sat behind his desk, perusing another report. He looks up at you, then checks the clock on his desk. 'Hm, early I see. Excellent. Leave it on my desk, then you're free to leave.' His eyes fall back to the report he's been reading. You place it on the desk, but make no move to leave. He seems to notice. 'Was there something…' he catches sight of your chest. 'Your… your attire is most unsuitable for a work environment. I suggest you button up.' Instead of listening, you cross your arms under your chest, pushing your breasts up even further. William rises from his desk.

'Don't make me ask you again. Button. Up. Now.' His gaze is so intense you almost falter, but you hold your own. He stalks towards you, and end up walking backwards until your back hits the door. He puts his hands on the door, one on either side of you head, and leans in. 'Final warning. Button up or face the consequences.' Sadist that you are, you feel yourself getting wet. Who knew being spoken to like this could get you so worked up.

You raise your hands to your blouse, and for a second William thinks you've finally heeded his words. Instead, you look him straight in the eyes as you undo the rest of the buttons on your blouse before removing it completely, leaving your torso clad in a simple nude bra. This is the final straw for William, who uses his whole body to pin you to the door as he begins plundering your mouth.

His kiss is electrifying, like it's made of pure want and lust. He forces his tongue into your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

William's body moves on autopilot, one hand leaving the door to slide your skirt up. He strokes the front of your underwear, and groans deeply when he finds them soaked through. He wraps your leg around his waist, grinding his erection against you.

You break the kiss for air, and William starts attacking your neck. He bites down before sucking hard, and you're certain you'll be left with a mark, but you can't bring yourself to give a single fuck.

You slide a hand down to his crotch, and he moves back slightly so you can start to undo his trousers. When they're undone, you do your best to slide them down. They pool around his knees. You try to pull down his boxers, but find that much more difficult. William eventually removes his other hand from the door and does it for you, pulling them down to his meet his trousers before wrapping your other legs around his waist. When that task is complete, his hand returns to its place by your head.

The hand playing with your underwear moves them to one side, signalling he's planning to enter you soon. Before he does, he whispers in your ear. 'You have no idea how much I've wanted to take you like this. How many times this exact scenario has played out in my mind. Tell me you want this too, and I'll take you so hard you'll have to crawl out of this office because your legs can't take your weight on their own.' His words make you even more aroused, and you try your best to think of a response. Eventually, you think of a fitting one.

'William T Spears, this is your final warning. Fuck me now or face the con…' you don't have to finish your sentence; he pulls your underwear to one side and glides straight into you.

He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his intrusion before he starts slamming you against the door, putting all the strength he can muster into every single one of his thrusts.

All you can do is cry his name as he takes you. You feel pleasure coursing through your body, and you know it won't be long before your cries become a shout of pure ecstasy.

He changes his angle slightly by moving your hips away from the door, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. You hope no one has entered the general vicinity as you scream William's name, gyrating your hips against his as you work through your orgasm.

Your movements are enough to send William over too, and you feel him release inside of you as he bites your shoulder again to muffle his cry of your name.

As you both come down from your respective highs, William pulls out at sets you down. True to his earlier promise, your legs are too weak to hold your weight; you collapse into a heap on the floor.

William sits next you on the floor. You both look at each other, and for a while you say nothing. Eventually, he breaks the silence.

'The next time I tell you to button up, feel free to ignore me again.'

Chapter 2: Playing Hero (Ronald Knox x Reader)

Notes:

Bonjour!

I do have a habit of uploading chapers one after the other, and it would appear said habit has struck again o.O

As Ronald Knox was requested twice, this will be the first of two stories featuring the boisterous young reaper. This first one is a reader insert, and the second one will feature an OC o.O

I have a rough idea of when I'll be posting next; I plan to have a new chapter of my Undertaker x Reader fic up tomorrow, and then the Ronald x OC one up the day after. It's only a rough schedule though, so please don't get mad if I fail to stick to it.

Now that I've said what I wanted to say, please feel free to read away ;)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midnight, Central London. The humans are mostly all asleep now, blissfully unaware of the existence of things like demons and grim reapers.

Unfortunately, as one of the two grim reapers being chased by a demon at present, you can't really claim that same blissful ignorance.

This assignment was always going to be hard, mass suicides always are, but neither you nor your partner Ronald were expecting a demon to appear. There was always a chance of course, but it didn't seem very likely. There's another demon in London tonight, and rarely do you find two in the same location. Demons are notoriously territorial beings, so this one must be either terribly dumb or terribly hungry if he's decided to hunt here tonight.

Judging by the way he's pursuing the two of you, you're willing to bet it's hunger.

Ronald turns his head to face you. 'We can't outrun him forever. We have to turn and fight before we lose the energy to!' You know he's right, but fear is clouding your judgement. You've never fought a demon before. What if you're not strong enough? It's both your lives on the line, and you don't want anything to happen to Ronald. Sweet, happy-go-lucky Ronald, who's willing to flirt with anything in a skirt. Oh how you wish you wore skirts.

Ronald senses your hesitation. 'We'll be fine, just follow my lead. After all, there's two of us and one of him. By that logic, we've already won!' You're about to make a comment about skill over numbers, but it's suddenly rendered pointless; in his haste to convince you to fight, Ronald has lead you straight down a dead end.

You both turn to face the demon.

'Nowhere to run now, reapers. Tell me, which one of you wants to die first? Personally, I think I should deal with lover boy here so I can get a piece of the woman without interruption.' Ronald jumps in front of you, producing his death scythe from what seems like thin air.

'So long as I'm still breathing, you're not getting your filthy hands anywhere near her, you noxious beast!' He revs up his scythe and charges the demon.

You have three options available to you:

Option one; you can stand there and watch while Ronald takes on the demon all by himself.

Option two; you can use your own death scythe to help Ronald.

Option three; you can slip past the two men fighting and run to safety.

Option three is a non-option; you can't just abandon Ronald, not after what he just said. You're not about to just stand there either, so that's option one out the window.

Looks like it's option two then.

Summoning your own death scythe (shaped like gardening shears) you join Ronald in the fight.

The fighting is intense, with the demon managing to avoid both of your attacks with minimal effort. You're beginning to grow frustrated at your lack of progress in the fight, and start to take bigger risks, lunging at the demon without thinking. On one such attack you miss, and he takes full advantage of your mistake; he swipes his arm out at you, nails sharp and deadly, and aims for your throat.

Your life flashes before your eyes; oh how you've squandered it. You've spent so much time trying to prove your worth as a reaper that you've neglected yourself as a person. You can't even remember the last time you did something because you wanted to, not just because it would benefit your career. Most of all though, you regret not telling Ronald how you feel.

You've been pared up with him for months, and in that time you've come to care for him a great deal. From his cheeky grin to the way he ruffles up his hair sometimes, everything about him makes you want him more. The only thing stopping you from telling him has been the lack of interest on his part; namely, the lack of flirtatious comments. He's never once flirted with you, or shown any interest in pursuing you romantically. Yet a moment ago, when he jumped in front of you…

You close your eyes and make a vow; if, by some miracle, you both make it out of this alive, you're going to tell him how you feel. No more waiting on him to show you interest. You're going to lay your heart at his feet, and pray that he doesn't step on it.

You feel something collide with your shoulder. You open your eyes in surprise to see Ronald, shoving you away from the demon's clawed hand. You fall to the ground, and hear the unmistakeable sound of fabric being torn before his lawnmower revs up. You keep your eyes on the ground, and watch as blood stains the cobbles in the alleyway.

When the lawnmower finally falls silent, you hear the thud of two bodies falling to the floor.

You fear the worse; what if the demon killed Ronald as Ronald killed it? Or worse still, what if the demon killed Ronald with his own death scythe before falling to the ground in exhaustion?

You hear the signature clicking of shoes on cobbles, and stop breathing; someone is approaching you.

Knowing you don't have it in you to fight anymore, you close your eyes and accept your fate.

You feel a hand grab your shoulder.

'Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you when I pushed you to the ground.' You look up and burst into tears. Ronald made it.

He looks a state, covered in blood from head to toe. Most of it seems like it's the demon's blood, but there's a nasty-looking scratch down one arm; presumably from where he took the swipe that would have killed you.

You rise to your feet and hug into his chest, not caring that the blood was starting to stain your own white shirt.

Ronald kisses the top of you head softly. 'Would you mind patching up my arm back at my place? I'd rather avoid any other side trips tonight, and I know you're trained in emergency first aid. You nod into his chest. 'In that case, lets get a move on.'

You both teleport back into the reaper world, and make your way towards his flat.

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For a bachelor, Ronald has a remarkably clean flat. The main living area has a small bookshelf, armchair, and love-seat, and the kitchen-diner contains a small table and two chairs. It's on those chairs the two of you sit now, first aid supplies coving the entirety of the table's surface.

Ronald showered as soon as you got in, and is now clad in nothing but a towel, giving you easy access to his injured arm. You can't help but admire just how muscular his arms are; his scythe must be just as heavy as it looks.

He hisses lightly as you rub a cloth soaked in alcohol over his wound, and you stop, checking to see if he's okay to continue. He nods, and you finish cleaning the wound, making sure to be both quick and thorough.

When you've finished, you assess the damage to the arm; lucky, the blow wasn't a deep one, and the bleeding has slowed down considerably. Deciding that stitches won't be necessary, you bandage his arm tightly.

When you're done, he flexes his arm, and frowns when he discovers he can't move it very much. 'What did you expect?' You scold lightly 'If you will insist on playing the hero, you have to pay the price for your heroism.' He looks at you, face like a kicked puppy.

'I was hoping the beautiful damsel in distress would reward me with a kiss for my efforts, but I guess that's not going to happen…' you freeze, his words hitting you like a kick to the chest. Beautiful? Kiss? Are you dreaming?

He blushes crimson. 'Well er… thanks for patching me up and all. You should probably go get some rest.' You can't bring yourself to stand. Does Ronald return your feelings?

Thinking back on your promise from earlier, you decide to be bold; you lean over and kiss him lightly on the lips.

Ronald's reaction is immediate, moaning into your mouth as he moves to deepen the kiss. You get up from your chair to straddle his lap, fingers grasping onto his hair. He grabs onto your hips and starts grinding into you from below, his erection barely concealed by his towel. When you break for air, he utters a single word. 'Bedroom.' It's not a question, it's a statement; he needs you to go to the bedroom.

When you reach your destination, he throws you onto the bed so he can remove his towel. You take this pause in proceeding to ask the question that's been eating away at you for months. 'If you want me as much as your body says you do, why have you never so much as flirtatiously winked at me before now?' He's about to crawl over you but pauses, thinking about his answer carefully.

'Flirting only comes easy to me if I don't fancy the woman that much. It's harder to flirt with someone you truly desire.' Apparently satisfied that he's answered your question, he begins removing your clothing. Your socks are the first thing to go, your shoes and jacket having been discarded as soon as you came in. Next, he pulls your trousers down your legs, kissing every inch of skin he can as it's slowly revealed to him. When they're gone, his patience apparently falters; he grabs the two halves of your shirt and tears it apart, buttons flying everywhere. You're about to complain, but he silences you with a kiss, stifling your voice in the best way possible.

He moves his good arm underneath you, and manages to unclasp your bra with only one hand, a truly impressive trick that makes you even more aroused.

He flings your bra away as if it offends him, and breaks the kiss so he can explore your chest with his mouth. He starts off by slowly kissing your collarbone, making his way down to the valley between your breasts. He lets his tongue glide all the way down your sternum before making its way up to one of your nipples. He carefully takes it into his mouth and starts to suck on it, making you moan loudly. He toys with you for what feels like hours, alternating between nipples until you're practically begging him to stop.

Sliding a hand into your underwear, his ministrations falter when he realises just how wet you are. Suddenly growing impatient, he gets off you so he can get rid of your last piece of clothing. Tossing it carelessly over his shoulder, he licks you from hole to clit before getting into position over you. He looks you straight in the eyes.

'I should probably tell you that if we do this, you're mine. I know I've got a reputation as someone who sleeps around a lot, but that's only because I've never found anyone who's made me wanna stay with them longer than a single night. You're different though. When I'm with you, I feel like this is it, you know? Like I only want you. It'll break my heart if I don't get to stay with you after this. So please, will you be my girlfriend?'

You spread your legs as wide as they'll go before answering. 'If you want me, come and get me.' You wink, and he's clearly satisfied with your answer. He pushes into you slowly, savouring the feeling of finally being inside of you. The two of you moan in unison, and he begins thrusting into you, overwhelmed by desire.

The bed creaks underneath you, and for a moment you're concerned it'll break; but then you realise that the whole flat block could crumble and it wouldn't stop Ronald ramming into you like an animal in heat. His thrusts seem to go deeper and deeper inside of you, reaching parts of you no man has ever touched before.

His frantic pace means he won't last long, so you close your eyes and savour each sensation he gives you. In no time at all, you reach your peak, calling his name out passionately. You expect him to finish too, but he does something unexpected; he pulls out, turns you over, and re-enters you from behind.

His stamina is unreal; how is he still going? Most men would have finished sooner, probably before you did. Ronald must surely have perfected some kind of technique to stop him for climaxing too soon. Your whole body starts to heat up, and you feel a second climax coming.

Ronald leans forwards so his mouth is at your ear. 'Tell me how much you want this. Tell me you need me to fill you. Tell me you want me to ruin you for everyone else. I need this, I need to know you're mine.' He sounds equal parts aroused and desperate, so you scream the first thing that comes to mind.

'I LOVE YOU!' His orgasm is so powerful it triggers a second one in you, and you both let out moans so loud you're sure everyone in the building knows exactly what you're doing together.

He collapses onto your back. Your body is rapidly cooling, but the warmth coming from Ronald stops you feeling too cold. After a while, he finally speaks.

'If this is what playing the hero gets me, I should really do it more often.'

Notes:

So, did you all enjoy that? I really hope so :/

As I've said, the next fic in this series is already decided, but I am of course still taking requests :)

Hope to see you in the next chapter :)

Chapter 3: Crimson Stain (Ronald Knox x OC)

Notes:

Hello all.

This one is a request, sent by by 'SaveMySoul'. They wanted an OC story, they got one ;)

Here is the information I received about said oc:

'the oc's name is Autumn Bloodstone, she is a reaper. She is a huge tease, and does everything she can to get on someones nerves. Her scythe is shaped like a spear. She also has a thing for the taste of blood- (*cough* and is also a serial killer *cough*) I would say she has Grell's hair and freckles, but besides that not to unique look wise.'

With that in mind, I sincerely hope I've done the character justice.

Enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

'Come on Ronnie, it's only a bit of fun' Autumn winks at the usually boisterous reaper, determined to talk him into her little plan.

William has assigned her an entire evening of overtime collecting souls in the field, and she's none too happy about. So she's decided to get some petty revenge; she's going to swap the labels on William's files over. She knows full well how much this'll piss him off, but she needs someone to look out for him whilst she does; something she's currently trying to convince Ronald to do.

'No way, Autumn. Spears is already after my blood after the Campania incident. I can't risk getting him angrier than he already is.' Autumn pouts. Ronald isn't much fun today. Going out with him to collect in a moment is going to be dreadfully dull. Unless she can think of a way to make it more… exciting.

She saunters closer to him, trying to be seductive. 'Will may be after your blood, but sometimes I get the feeling that you're after something of mine. Perhaps if you're willing to risk yourself for me, I'll let you have a taste of it…' he licks his ear, and Ronald shivers, clearly very aroused. She's certain he'll take the bait, until a voice behind them shatters that certainty.

'If you're quite finished, I assume you're here for you assignment tonight.' Autumn turns to see William, looking as serious as ever. She rolls her eyes at him.

'I guess so, Wee Willy Spears. What have you got for us today? Nothing hard, I hope; Ronnie here already has that covered.' Ronald blushes, and William looks furious.

'That's enough, Miss Bloodstone. Need I remind you that as a member of management, I have it within my power to make your life very unpleasant indeed. Please refrain from talking to me in such a manager. As for you Mr Knox,' he scrutinises him from head to toe. 'Keep your impulses in check. You're only one mistake away from suspension, after all.' He adjusts his glasses. 'Now, if you'll follow me, I'll give you the details of the task I expect you both to perform.'

They both follow him into the office, shutting the door behind them.

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Ronald and Autumn are currently sat on one of London's many rooftops, on the lookout for their latest collection; a woman, destined to die after a violent assault in an alleyway. A fairly common case in a large town such as London, but the recent increase in demon activity has all of the reapers feeling a little paranoid.

Well, all of the reapers bar one. Autumn is currently perched on a chimney, twirling her spear-shaped death scythe in one hand and whistling to herself. Ronald is half-tempter to walk over her and shut her up, most probably with a kiss.

Ronald is rather unnerved by just how attractive he finds the crimson-haired reaper. From the way she looks to the way she toys with him, he can't get enough of her. Sure, he's had plenty of women in the past, but something about her makes his whole body full with desire…

She stands suddenly, whole body alert, and he knows that she'd seen their target. He moves to join her.

'Where are they?' She points towards an alleyway not too far from where they currently are. 'Alright, let's go!' She leaps first and Ronald follows, glad that she's taken the lead; he gets to stare at her ass the whole way there.

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Autumn sees two figures in the alleyway; a small woman cowering against its wall and a large man wielding a butcher's knife. She hears snippets of conversation as she approaches.

'Listen here, girly. You're either gonna let me fuck you, or I'm gonna slit your throat then fuck you. The choice is yours.' Autumn feels quite sick; what a disgusting excuse for a human being. She decides that he's a far better candidate for soul collection than the woman is.

She stops running, and begins to enter the alleyway. Ronald grabs her arm. 'Are you mad? If you go in there, you'll mess up her cinematic record! She won't die tonight.' Autumn merely smiles.

'Oh, but someone will die tonight. Just wait and see.' She winks at him, just as she did earlier, and shrugs away him arm. She approaches the man with the knife.

'So, planning on harming a woman, are you? That's not a good idea. Us women all stick together you see; try to harm one of us, and we'll all turn on you.' Autumn turns to the woman. 'Run along home now, and don't tell anyone what you saw tonight. Otherwise I may have to undo saving you.' The woman doesn't hang about, feeling as fast as she can.

As she watches the woman leave, the man with the butchers knife prepares to strike, thrusting the knife towards Autumn's back.

Grim reapers aren't known for their slow reactions, however; Autumn easily dodges his attack, and counters it by jumping behind him and spearing him right through the heart. His blood and his cinematic record both spill forth into the night, and she finds the sight magnificent. She effortlessly cuts his cinematic record, and is about to leave when Ronald walks into the alleyway.

'You shouldn't have done that, you know. It's the third time this month you've done something like this. It isn't soul collection if they're not on the list, it's murder! You're a murderer, Autumn, and I've no desire to as…' he's about to tell her he doesn't want to associate with her further when she starts licking the blood off of the tip of her spear. Ronald freezes, mouth feeling dry.

She glides her tongue down the weapon's edge, uncaring that it could cut her tongue. She looks Ronald straight in the eyes as she moves one closed hand up and down the spear's shaft in a pumping motion, never ceasing her tongue's movement. It's very obvious what she's mimicking, but Ronald isn't falling for it; not until she reaches under her skirt and removes her underwear, flinging it at Ronald. He catches it out of pure instinct, and grows hard as he examines the garment in question; it's soaked.

Unable to fight his growing attraction, Ronald lunches as Autumn, knocking her forcefully against the rough bricks of the alley wall before ramming his tongue straight into her mouth. He can taste the blood that she's just licked, but he doesn't care; if anything, it adds to his arousal.

Autumn wastes no time, throwing the spear to the side so she can undo Ronald's trousers. She gets them halfway down he's knees, and goes to pull his boxers down when she gets a surprise; he isn't wearing any. Ronald grins, and pulls away from her. She looks at him, confused. His grin grows wider.

'You've made an awful mess on the floor. You should probably clean it up.' For a moment, she's not sure what he means, but then she understands; he knows how much she likes the taste of blood, and is willing to indulge her whilst he indulges himself.

She pushes herself off of the wall and gets down on her hands and knees, loving this newfound kinky side of Ronald's. 'You know we're both going to be punished for this, right? Dear old Willy is going to be so mad when he finds out just how naughty I've been, and how you failed to keep me in line.' He pushes her head down towards the blood-soaked pavement.

'Well then, perhaps this will teach you a lesson.' Within seconds, he's pushed her skirt up and forced his way inside of her, making her moan into the pavement. He doesn't hold back, thrusting into her so hard their knees start to bleed from scraping against the hard surface that is the pavement. She laps at the blood on the floor as Ronald keeps using her, revelling in the glorious debauchery of the situation. If she'd only known that he was so easily spurred into action; they could have done this months ago.

Her orgasm is intense, heightened by all of the sensations on offer to her. Ronald is quick to follow, pumping the proof of his climax deep inside of her. She can't believe how much he's releasing into her; it must have been a while since he last had a woman.

As soon as they're done, they both collapse, Autumn's once-white blouse soaking up the blood on the floor until it matches her hair. Ronald is about to make some kind of remark when they hear the clicking of shoes on the pavement.

'You two have no idea how much trouble you're in.'

Notes:

So, did y'all like it? Do you think I did the character justice? Feel free to let me know.

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Chapter 4: Stormy Night (Snake x Reader)

Notes:

Hey guys!

I had a day off today, so I thought I'd write a bonus one-shot that no one requested, whilst I wait for details of someone's OC (which I'm 100% up for doing, once I have the relevant details) :3

So here, have some Snake. Enjoy ;)

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Chapter Text

The rain is pouring down from the skies tonight, as you look longingly out of the window.

It's been six months since you joined the Phantomhive's staff roster as a scullery maid, and not once in all that time have you seen weather as foul as it has been today. From the moment you woke up it's been raining, and it's made your whole day rather miserable.

First of all, Finny (God bless his soul) had come into the foyer, dripping with mud and gleefully holding aloft a handful of carrots he'd salvaged from the garden. Sebastian looked like he was going to murder the poor boy, until you and Bard had stepped in and offered to clean up the mess. Bard hurriedly took him away while you cleaned up all the mud he left behind.

Then, at lunchtime, Mey-Rin managed to break a teapot. You'd told her you clean it up, as she seemed too flustered to do it. Not five minutes later, Sebastian saw you, and scolded YOU for breaking it. You apologised, not wishing to drop Mey-Rin in it, but making a mental note to think twice before being so helpful.

To top it all off, at four o'clock Tanaka had informed you that Charles Grey was staying for dinner, and that only meant one thing; dishes. Lots and lots of dishes.

So many in fact that you have only just finished them, despite the fact that you should have retired to your room over an hour ago. Your arms are killing you, and all you want to do is curl up into a little ball…

Hang on, you haven't seen Snake today. That's odd. Snake always helps you out with things when he's not attending to his role as footman. You've grown very fond of his company, to the point where you've found yourself falling for the scaly young man. Even his snakes like you, and they're usually rather anti-social towards anyone other than snake. So where was he? The only place you can think of is the greenhouse, which is where he's been living ever since he came to the manor.

You suddenly begin to worry; is he sick? Or injured? Or if he's not, has he eaten today? You hurriedly prepare him some sand witches, and wrap them in wax paper. Then, you make for the servant's exit, and run through the rain until you reach the greenhouse.

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By the time you reach the greenhouse, you're soaked right through to your skin. You hope Snake's food isn't ruined too as you slide the door open.

The first thing you notice is just how hot the greenhouse is; you can almost feel the water evaporating off of your uniform.

The second thing you notice is that you're not alone, as a huge brown snake wraps itself around you, fangs poised to bite.

Before you get the chance to say who you are, Snake appears, clad in a pair of flannel pyjamas. ''Wilde, that is not how we greet our friends'. Yes, I agree Emily, let her go, Wilde.' The snake slides down your body, and slithers towards Snake. ''It was only a bit of fun. I'm sorry' says Wilde.' Snake looks crossly at his reptilian friend, frowning when he sees you trembling a little. ''Why did you come here in this weather?' Asks Emily?' You walk towards Snake and hand him the package in your hands.

'I didn't see you today, so I thought I'd come and see how you all are. I brought Snake some sandwiches. I'm not really sure what snake's eat, so I didn't bring you anything, Emily. I'm sorry.' You reach out to pet her, and she rubs her head under your hand.

''That's quite alright, my dear. It was very kind of you to come at all. Why don't you change out of those wet clothes for now? They'll dry easier if you're not wearing them.' Emily is right, you'll catch cold if you stay in them. I have something you can borrow.' He gestures for you to follow him.

He leads you to a small section of the greenhouse that houses a single bed and a small chest of draws; you assume it's his 'bedroom'. He places the sandwiches on the chest, reaching into the draw to get you a clean shirt and some trousers. He passes them to you. ''You can change here. We won't look.' Of course we won't, Emily.' Both Snake and Emily face away from you, giving you some privacy.

You decide it's best if you strip down completely first; you want to get out of your wet clothes. As you remove your uniform, you realise the rain has soaked through to you undergarments; you just hope Snake won't mind the sight of your Underwear drying in his greenhouse.

As you reach down to put on Snake's trousers, one of Snake's snakes makes an appearance. At first you think it's Wilde, come back to cause more mischief, but upon further inspection you notice it looks a little different; it seems to be slightly larger, and it has different markings.

The snake slides up you and wraps itself around you, somehow managing to wrap itself around your breasts, with its tail coving your pubic region. This put you in a difficult position; do you call for Snake's help, or try to deal with it yourself?

Sighing, you don't think there's much change of it listening to you; best to ask Snake for help.

'Snake, could you tell your friend to leave me in peace?' He turns around, and blushes bright red when he's sees the position you're in.

''Webster, we've talked about this! No manhandling Snake's lady friend!' I really wish you wouldn't call her that, Emily.' Webster hisses at him, and you expect him to translate. Instead, he begins talking to him.

'I know, and I appreciate you trying to help, but this is something I need to do on my own.' You're confused; what is he talking about?

Emily begins to hiss. 'Because I'm too shy. What if she doesn't feel the same?' Your heart starts beating rapidly; was he talking about you?!

Both snakes hiss in unison. 'Alright, I'll do it, but in my own time. Could you give her some privacy now, Webster?' It's Emily who moves first, apparently none too pleased about something Snake said. Webster also leaves, which leaves you in a rather awkward position; you're stark naked, and Snake is still looking at you!

Your first instinct is to try and cover up, but you fight it; you want to see what he'll do.

Snake looks at you from head to toe, like he's examining you. You look at his trousers, and can tell by the bulge forming there that he likes what he sees. Your eyes meet, and you know that he knows he's been caught looking at you. Instead of scolding him, you raise your arms and fake a yawn, making your breasts push forwards a little. Snake seems unaware of the tease.

'I… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to look! Please don't be angry with me! You're the only real friend I have. Well, the only human one at least. Please don't turn me away!' He looks like he's going to cry, so you stop your teasing and run over to him, embracing him.

'I'm not angry, Snake. I don't mind you taking a look. Have you ever seen a woman naked before?' You ask, and he shakes his head. 'Does that mean you've never been with anyone?' He moves away from your embrace, like he's ashamed.

'I've never even kissed a woman before. Most people take one look at me and run away. I'm… I'm totally inexperienced when it comes to love. Or with people in general. This is the first time in years I've spoken to someone without my snakes. But I feel like I can speak with you, and that you'll understand. Do you understand why I'm telling you all this? Please try, because I don't know how to te…' you cut his rambling short with a kiss.

You keep it slow, scared of frightening him off. For someone who's never been kissed before, he seems to pick it up very quickly, brushing a hand against your cheek as he deepens the kiss, hesitantly pressing his tongue against your lips. His tongue is hot and wet, and you love the way it tangles in with your own.

He pulls away gasping for breath, lust shining in his eyes. 'Okay, now I've kissed a woman. It was very nice. I'd like to do it again. Can I?' He looks at you hopefully.

'You can, but I'd like to ask a question first; how far do you want to take this tonight? I'll understand if you just want to kiss, but you can have more if you want it. No pressure, I just need to know what you want.' Lighting illuminates the sky, and you jump, not expecting it. Snake sees how scared you are.

'You should stay with us tonight. The snakes will keep up safe, and I'll try to keep you warm. I doubt I'll be very good at, er… coitus, but I want to try with you. And I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if you want that.' He looks so shy, it's adorable. You lead him over to the bed coyly, unbuttoning his pyjama top as you go. You slide it off of his shoulders as you sit on the bed.

His body is much as you imagined it would be. Large scaly patches litter his entire torso, which is unsurprisingly very slender; much like a snake. The skin that isn't scaled is pale, almost glowing in the low light. You kiss his chest slowly, showing him that you don't find it as repulsive as you're sure he fears you might. He groans, and threads his fingers in your hair.

Once you're done with his chest, you move down, sliding his trousers down his legs. He's not wearing any underwear, which is hardly surprising given the fact that he's in his nightwear. His erection is long and slender, and you daringly slide your tongue along its length. Snake pulls your head back.

'Please don't do that. I want to be inside of you, but if you do that again I'll finish before I get the chance.' He smiles apologetically, and you wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him onto the bed on top of you. He begins touching you hesitantly.

'That's okay, I'm sure there'll be lots of opportunities for me to do that to you. I am your girlfriend now, after all.' You wink, and your words seem to inspire confidence in him. His touch becomes harder and more daring, running his hands over your breasts and playing with your nipples. He keeps looking back at you, as if needing confirmation that he's doing the right thing. You decide to give him some help.

'It helps if you kiss my body too. Especially where your hands are now.' Taking his cue, he lowers his mouth to your nipple and starts kissing it, attempting to use he tongue as he did whilst kissing your mouth. It feels divine, and you start moaning into the night. After a while, he switches breast, giving the exact same treatment to your other nipple. You can feel an orgasm growing, you just need more stimulation against your groin.

Snake stops what he's doing to ask you a question. 'How will I know when you're ready for us to mate? Will it be soon? I'm getting rather restless.' You blush at his use of the 'mate', but answer his questions anyhow.

'Put your hand between my legs. What do you feel?' He does as instructed, and lets out a gasp.

'You're wet, really wet. Is that a good thing?' He really is inexperienced if he's asking THAT. You spread your legs as wife as they'll go, and move your hands to your opening.

'This is where you enter me. It's a fairly small hole, and no one's been there for a long while, so it'll be a tight fit. That's why I'm so wet; it's my body's way of making it easier on me when you do enter me. So yes, being wet is definitely a good thing, and to answer your question from earlier, I'm ready for you right now.' You grab his erection, and gently guide it to you entrance, before letting Snake take over. He positions it carefully, not wanting to get it wrong, before hesitantly sliding inside of you.

You moan in unison, and Snake's face contorts in euphoria. 'This feels amazing. We need to do this more often. Have I told you how beautiful you are? I need to do that more often, too.' He doesn't move for a while, but that's fine by you, giving you ample time to adjust to him.

When he does finally move his hips, he does so at an angle that causes your clit to rub against him with every thrust. He notices that he's doing something right, so he keeps doing what he's doing, the only thing that changes is his speed, which increases as his instincts overrule his nerves.

You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm hits, and the unexpected spasms of your vagina make Snake finish too. He moans loudly, thrusting erratically as he empties himself into you.

Eventually you both finish, and Snake pulls out of you. He picks you up and puts you into his bed, snuggling up behind you.

As you both drift off, you hear the rain ease off outside.

Notes:

So, did you all enjoy that? I wanted Snake to come off as very innocent, as I don't think he has much (if any) sexual experience. That's just the way I see the character, so there you have it.

As always, requests are open, but I'll still be uploading stuff regardless.

See you all next time :)

Chapter 5: Eavesdropper (Agni x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

So I've been suffering from a touch of writer's block lately, mostly pertaining to this story. I just could not think of a good idea for an Agni x Reader fic :/

However, I've done my very best to work though it, so here it is, as requested by 'Tequila'.

I hope you all enjoy :)

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Chapter Text

'Ouch!' You exclaim loudly, pricking yourself with the needle again. You have no idea why you volunteered to fix a hole in the sleeve of Prince Soma's shirt, but you're quickly regretting the offer.

You've been living with the Prince and his butler Agni for six months now, after they'd found you living on the streets. The Prince had been reluctant to take you in at first, but Agni had somehow managed to convince him, during a hushed conversation in a language unfamiliar to you.

Agni had extended his bandaged hand towards you, and you'd taken it, wanting more than anything to be free from your life of poverty.

Ever since then, Agni has taken it upon himself to teach you things, like how to cook and mend clothing. Not once has he ever scolded you, or made you feel useless. He's changed your life through his kindness, and has never asked for anything in return. All that's been asked of you is that you help with the chores, which is something you're more than willing to do. It's partly because of this that you've found yourself falling for him. Of course his looks played a part in that too, but it was mostly the kindness.

Sighing, you put the garment on your dresser, intent on getting some tea before you continue.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you hear Prince Soma and Agni having a heated conversation in a nearby room. You don't wish to pry, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You sneak up to the door, and press your ear against it. The argument is in English, so you can understand every word.

'For the love of the Gods, Agni, it's been six months. Why won't you tell her how you feel so you can get married already? I'm growing bored of watching you longing from a distance. I want to see you truly happy.' What? Who does Agni want to marry? Do you know her? You feel jealousy bubble within you.

'You do not understand, my Prince. I cannot expect her to reciprocate my feelings. What if she doesn't feel the same way? It would make things very uncomfortable between us, and I value her company a great deal.' Now you're really confused. Agni didn't spend much time away from you and the Prince, so who could it be?

You desperately try to think of someone as Prince Soma answers. 'Take the afternoon off and spend it with her. Show her how much you care for her. I have no doubt she'll feel the same way. Now go, and do not waste the opportunity I have given you, Agni. Do as I command and tell that girl how you feel.' Before you can move, Prince Soma opens the door. The two men stare at you, and you blush furiously: you've been caught in the act of eavesdropping.

'Prince Soma, Agni. I can explain…' you're about to explain, when Agni interrupts.

'How much did you hear?' He asks, a somber expression on his face.

'Only that there's a woman that you like, and that you plan to tell her how you feel.' You have to fight back tears as you continue. 'I'm really happy for you, and I'm sure she'll feel the same way. If she doesn't, she's very foolish. I'm sorry for eavesdropping. It won't happen again.' You make to leave, but he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You shrug it off. 'I hope the two of you are really happy together.' You run off towards the kitchen, refusing to look back at the man who's accidentally broken your heart.

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As you put the tea leaves into the tea pot, you start to cry; Agni has fallen for someone else. The man you've found yourself falling for has feelings for another woman. And Prince Soma approves! It hurts you worse than you could have possibly imagined.

You hear the door open behind you, and try to wipe away your tears, which becomes impossible when you see who it is that's just entered.

It's Agni.

He seems concerned when he notices your tears. He walks over to you slowly, and cradles your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

'My mother used to have a saying; eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves. I'm sorry if my feelings have caused you pain. I didn't mean for you to find out like this.' Your crying turns into sobbing, and he brings you to his chest. He strokes your hair as sob, softly hushing you.

When your tears finally subside, you look up at him. 'I'm sorry, Agni. I really should have known you'd find someone. I hope more than anything that she brings you happiness, because goodness knows you deserve it.' He looks at you, concern replaced with confusion.

'Who do you think I've fallen in love with?' His question has you a little confused.

'I don't know her name, but from what I've heard you say I can tell you care about her. Prince Soma is right, by the way. You shouldn't waste any time. If you're sure she's the one for you then…' he cuts you off with a small kiss.

His kiss is tender, but you can feel the undeniable passion behind it. As he pulls away, it's your turn to look confused.

'I don't understand. Why did you kiss me?' He smiles, and it makes your heart beat rapidly.

'I was taking your advice. If you'll allow it, I'd like to take it again.' Before you have time to answer, he's leaning in for another kiss. Not only do you allow him to kiss you, but you actively encourage him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

The kiss soon turns heated, and before you know it he's pushing you back against the kitchen's small table, one hand moving to caress your thigh.

As much as you hate the idea of breaking contact, you have to know where you stand, and why he's decided to kiss you when he's in love with another.

You push him off of you lightly. 'Stop, Agni. This isn't right. You're in love with someone else, it isn't fair for you to take me like this. You should go to her. I'll forget this ever happened…' it's a lie; you'll never forget his kiss. However, convincing him to believe a lie is better than letting him know the painful truth.

Agni looks upset. 'I know you're upset with me, but sending me all of these mixed signs is confusing. First you tell me I should tell my love how I feel, but when I show her, you tell me to stop. What should I do? Please tell me, because I'm more lost than I've ever been.' His words make no sense. When did he take your advice? You'd literally only just given it to him!

Then it hits you.

It's you!

You're the one he's been talking about all this time!

Agni looks lost, almost desperately so. Now that the confusion is gone however, you can put the poor man out of his misery.

You decide to be daring, unbuttoning your blouse slowly. 'I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I was under the impression you had feelings for another woman. I see I was mistaken. It's me you want, isn't it?' By the time you finish talking, your blouse is totally open, and you slide it off. Agni gasps as he catches sight of your bare breasts. You pray to every god imaginable that you've not misread the situation.

Agni tentatively places a hand over one of your breasts, as if he's afraid it'll disappear under his touch. You moan as his touch grows bolder, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You're so lost in pleasure you almost don't hear him speak.

'I've never desired anything more in my lifetime. The question is, is it mine to take? If yes, then I swear I shall treat you as you're the most precious thing in all this world.' His free hand begins working on your unoccupied breast, and you cry out your answer.

'I'm yours. I have been since the day you first took my hand. Please, Agni. Take me.' He kisses you in response, continuing his assault on your chest.

Eventually, he moves his un-bandaged hand down to the end of your skirt, slowly sliding it up your thigh. He stops kissing you so he can suck on your free nipple, which earns him another litany of moans from you.

When his hand reaches your underwear, he slowly slides them down your legs, allowing his hand full access to your most delicate area. He slips a single finger inside of you, and your whole body feels like it's going to burst into flames. The sensation is slightly strange at first, but you can't deny the fire it's started in your groin.

He adds a second finger once he feels you getting wetter, and when he can slide them both in with little resistance, he tries for a third. His fingers feel huge inside you, but if anything that makes it better. You cry out, clamping around his fingers as he takes you over the edge.

You feel lightheaded when your orgasm subsides, the pleasure causing your mind to leave your body for a moment. As you try to regain your thoughts, you see Agni pulling down his trousers and underwear, erection proudly stand to attention.

You expect him to just remove your underwear, but instead he removes both your underthings and your skirt, leaving you naked before him. He picks you up and sits you on the table, spreading your legs and lining himself up. He takes as steadying breath as he speaks.

'Gods, I never imagined you'd give yourself over to me so willingly. We don't have to do this now. If you'd rather we wait, we can both get dressed and spend the day doing other things together, such as going to the park or just talking. You don't have to give your body to me until you feel truly ready.' His kindness towards you is showing again, only this time you're determined to see it rewarded.

You spread your legs a little further, and shuffle to the end of the table, offering yourself to him. 'I already told you; take me.' That's all he needs to hear. He enters you without anymore hesitation.

He stills himself once he's inside, allowing you a moment to adjust to him. Thanks to his earlier ministrations, it doesn't take long before you start grinding yourself into him, urging him to start moving.

He moves slowly but forcefully, the table beneath you shaking with every thrust. You feel euphoric, every nerve ending in your body heating in response to your lovemaking.

He starts sucking on your neck, hand enough that you know it'll leave a mark. You don't care; you can't think of anything outside of this one moment.

His thrusts start to get faster, and you know he can't be far off finishing. You feel like you're going to finish too; it's just a case of seeing who falls off of that edge first.

Agni seems to realise you're close, and starts rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, bringing himself in close enough for your nipples to rub against his chest.

It has the desired effect; you bury your face in his neck as you climax, the fabric of his remaining clothing muffling your scream. He can still hear it though, and it's enough to trigger his own explosive release. You feel him filling you up with his seed, and you relish in the warmth that it brings.

As you come down from your respective highs, the weight of your actions dawn on you; you've just had sex on a table that doesn't even belong to you!

He helps you dress, your arms and legs still a little shaky from the force of your orgasms. As you right yourself and exchange tender kisses, Prince Soma bursts in through the door.

'I could hear the two of you going at it from all the way upstairs. Please keep it down next time. Oh, and congratulations by the way! Now that you have finally realised your feelings, we can finally organise the wedding! I wonder if it's possible to get elephants anywhere in London…'

Notes:

There we go. Not the best thing I've ever written, but l tried :/ may even do another one in the future, provided my writer's block doesn't strike again.

As always, requests are more than welcome :) knowing I'm writing for someone other than myself gives me a great deal of motivation :3

I hope to see you all in future stories :)

Chapter 6: In His Web (Claude x Reader)

Notes:

Hello,

As requested by EndOwl, here it is; a Claude x Reader story.

Warning; this story contains a hint of Dub Con. If that upsets you, I apologise. It just seemed to fit Claude quite well.

Also, to those of you interested in the Sebastian X Reader spin-off one-shot I mentioned doing in the note of my other fic, this is pretty much what that one is going to be like, only with a more begrudging reader.

Hope y'all enjoy :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Your carriage rolls smoothly along the road to the Trancy manor. There's a party there tonight, and you've been invited by Alois Trancy himself. You're not entirely sure why; you've only met him once, and that was only a brief meeting.

You were both guests of the Marquis of Midford, who'd thrown a party to celebrate his son Edward's birthday. You'd been introduced to the young Earl Trancy, and you hadn't been impressed; he seemed like a spoilt brat. He'd spent the entirety of your conversation bitching and moaning about the perceived lack of entertainment, and it was all you could do not to throttle the little shit. Fighting your violent urges, you'd merely smiled and nodded your head. You were relieved when he'd finally left you alone.

When his invitation had arrived, you'd considered throwing it in the bin. Then you remembered one more thing about your meeting.

Earl Trancy had brought his butler along with him.

Throughout the entirely of your one-sided conversation, Claude the butler had watched you with intent, eyes roaming over your body like he wanted to devour you. When his master left the conversation, he remained staring at you a while longer, before his master called for him to follow. His eyes had briefly taken on a murderous look, before he reached out a placed a kiss on your hand.

'My lady.' He'd said, before walking off to meet his master.

You'd had to excuse yourself for a long while, as you tried to calm your racing heart. You swore then that you'd take any opportunity to speak to the man properly.

So here you are, rapidly approaching the house of the Earl of Brat Attack, hoping to catch a glimpse at his mysteriously attractive butler.

A footman helps you leave your carriage when you finally arrive at the manor. It's bigger than you had expected it to be. Light is pouring out of the building, and you wonder just how many people have been invited tonight.

Three men (servants, you assume) escort you to the main door, wherein you're show to the ballroom.

The room is cavernous, and filled to the brim with people. The walls are all adorned with golden decorations, and there is a sizeable buffet against one wall. A small orchestra is on hand to provide music for the evening.

Your eyes scan the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone you recognise. A ruddy-faced man in a suit stumbles towards you, clearly drunk.

'Hey beautiful, you all alone? Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be all alone. Men might start takin' liberties. Why don't you hang around with me? I'll make sure you're safe.' He makes to grab you, but his arm is grabbed mid-attempt by someone who's apparently come to your aid.

'The young lady doesn't require any such assistance. In this house, we pride ourselves on taking care of our guests. Now away with you, and drink some water while you're at it; your drunken antics are making the other guests feel uncomfortable.' His voice sounds incredibly sexy, and you're not just thinking that because he's helped you out of a tight spot. It's the kind of voice you imagine would sound delightful in the bedroom…

The drunkard backs away, and you turn to face your saviour, surprised to see the Trancy butler himself, Claude.

He moves in close to you so he can whisper in your ear. 'I'm delighted to see you accepted the invitation. I rather feared you wouldn't, given how much you seem to dislike my master.' You're about to protest against his words, but he puts a finger to your lips. 'Now, now, the mouth of someone as pretty as you shouldn't spout petty lies. Relax though, for you are in good company; no one here likes my master.' You can imagine the smirk on his face as he continues talking.

'It took a great deal of convincing to persuade my master to throw a party like this, but I knew this would be my best chance to see you again. I've been thinking of ways to lure you to me from the moment I first saw you. I'm so very glad that you've come to me willingly. It'll make what I have planned for you tonight even easier.' Your body starts to feel hot, as if he's set your blood on fire with his words. You think you'll faint if he says anything more, which of course he does.

'Believe me when I say that I will take you tonight. Be it by force or by your own desire, you will not be leaving this manor with any sense of innocence left in tact. I will take it upon myself to defile you so throughly that no man will ever compare to me. You're caught in the spider's web, my dear, and he's coming to devour you whether you like it or not.' You can feel your arousal soaking the lace of your underwear as a blush covers your whole body from head to toe. Claude backs away from you.

'Try to enjoy the party as best you can, but know that soon I'll be coming to take you away very soon.' He leaves, and you're left standing alone, feeling both terrified and aroused. When would he return for you? Would it be soon? Did you actually want him to? If you ran now, would he come after you? Your thoughts send your head buzzing, and you decide to get some fresh air.

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There's a small patio area attached to hall, with a few tables and chairs scattered around. That's where you've been sitting for the best part of an hour, trying to calm yourself down. Every little sound makes your heart flutter; is it him? Is he coming for you? The anticipation is killing you, yet fuelling your arousal, keeping you on edge in more ways than one.

After finally managing to create a façade of calm, you head back into the main hall, only for Alois himself to appear before you.

'Enjoying the party? You should go inside and socialise more. It's rude to sit out here by yourself, and I hate rude guests!' He seems irate, so you explain that you're not feeling too well.

'Unwell? That's no good. I'll have my butler take a look at you. Claude!' He calls for the butler, and your façade starts to slip away.

The butler appears almost instantly, awaiting his master's command.

'Claude, escort this woman to one of the guest chambers and examine her. She feels unwell. Make her better.' His expression is almost malicious; does he know what Claude intends to do to you?

Claude puts an arm behind your waist, pushing towards a set of stairs. He makes a point of explaining the situation to guests as he passes them, like he's trying to discourage them looking for you.

He leads you up the stairs into a bedroom containing a small dressing table, nightstand, and a queen-sized bed. He locks the door behind you both before putting his hands on your hips and bringing his mouth to your ear.

'So here we are. This room is my domain. Everything and everyone inside it belongs to me. That includes you, my dear. Honestly, the things you do to me…' he grinds his erection into your back 'It's a cruel joke, a mortal such as you enticing me so. I have only gazed upon you once before tonight, yet you have driven me to distraction.' He uses his hands to slide your dress down your body, leaving you clad only in your corset and ruined underwear. He runs a hand between your legs, as his other works on undoing your corset.

You stand perfectly still, paralysed by both fear and lust in equal measures. What was he going to do to you tonight? His hand lightly passes over your clit, as your corset falls from your body.

Removing the laces from the corset, he uses them to bind your arms behind your back in a way that makes your breasts jut out even further than usual. When he's done, he rips the underwear from your body, leaving you naked and bound. Slowly, he stalks around your body, admiring his handy work.

'Perfect. Now you really do look like you're caught in my web. I'm going to enjoy consuming you.' He throws you onto the bed, where you try to right yourself. You don't get the chance; he's looming over you, arms and legs either side of your body. He really does look like a spider cornering its prey.

He lowers his mouth to your neck and starts sucking. You can't contain the moan that leaves your mouth. You're trapped underneath an almost perfect stranger, unable to escape, victim to his every whim.

You've never been more turned on in your life.

You can feel yourself dripping onto the bed as he continues his assault of your body, mouth moving to bite and suck at a nipple. The painful nature of his bites, combined with the tenderness of his suckling, creates an ecstasy with you that you've never experienced before. You somehow manage to wrap your legs around one of his, essentially humping it as you try to create friction on your groin. A crease in his trousers rubs you at just the right angle, and you fall apart, bound hands clawing desperately at the bedsheets.

When you're finished, he gets off of you so he can remove his clothing. As he strips, you wriggle so that your legs are almost hanging off of the bed. You spread yourself as far as you can manage, offering yourself to him. He licks his lips.

'My, but you are eager prey. It delights me to see you so obliging. I was so worried you'd try to flee… alas, it seems even fair maidens aren't immune to the carnal urges that burden us from within. I'll tell you now, I have no plans to be gentle with you; by the time you leave this chamber of mine, you'll be sore in ways that you'll feel for days. The memory of having me inside of you will cause you to blush every time your legs brush together, and you'll begin to crave more nights like this one. Worry not, there will be more nights like this; I have no intention of letting you go after this.' He approaches you, grabbing onto your thighs forcefully. You groan, his touch both bruising and demanding. You push your hips up, presenting yourself to him as best you can. He accepts your invitation, entering you in one smooth thrush.

He wasn't lying when he said he wasn't going to be gentle; his thrusts are merciless, abusing your depths in ways you've never experienced before. All you can you is moan as he begins biting at your nipples again.

It seems like hours have passed before he finally finishes, filling you up with his essence. He pumps wave after wave of his seed inside of you, to the point where you don't think your womb can hold anymore.

When he finally stops, you're grateful; you're not sure how much more of him you can take.

He slips out of you, your collective discharges dripping out of your body. You look down, and gasp in shock; he's already growing hard again.

He flips you onto your front, his body pressing into your back. 'I needed that worse than I thought. It's been too long since I emptied myself into someone. I must say, you make a most marvellous vessel for my essence. So marvellous in fact, I think I'll fill you up some more; I did tell you you'd be throughly defiled, after all. Another load ought to do it.' He re-enters you, triggering a second orgasm.

His pace is just as aggressive as it was a moment ago, despite the awkwardness of this position. As your body rubs against the bed, the sheets stimulate your whole body, working you towards a third climax.

You reach your breaking point moments before he reaches his; your moan is muffled by the bedsheets, whereas he stifles his by biting your neck.

Him riding out his climax has seemed to you ride out yours; you both feel your orgasms waining at roughly the same time.

He pulls out, and removes the laces from your arms. You stretch them out, and try to move your legs, only to find them too sore to move.

Claude scoops you up and puts you into his bed. He covers you up to your neck before giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

'Rest now. I'll make sure you get home safe tomorrow. Can't have my newest plaything getting lost, now can I?' You're too tired to do anything other than sleep, closing your eyes and letting your dreams embrace you.

Notes:

So… too dark?

I have a couple of requests to work on, but please feel free to send in more; I shall endeavour to get them all done :)

See you guys next time (if I haven't put you off)

Chapter 7: Make a Stitch (Bard x Reader)

Notes:

Greetings all,

This comes from a request by ALWAlways, who wanted 'one involving Bard...with more foreplay... in the kitchen'

I hope this is what you had in mind :)

I had a question about Undertaker and Grell, too, so I'm releasing my planned story list;

Next: Undertaker

Then: Madame Red (with a female reader)

After that: Grell (gender of Reader TBA)

This list is subject to change, should I either get a request that tickles my fancy, or suffer from character-specific writer's block again (which could happen)

With that all said, enjoy :3

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Chapter Text

Whispered moans are exchanged in the darkness, muffled by the sound of pouring rain. This wasn't how you'd expected your day to come to an end, but you weren't about to complain.

Your lover moves to lick some of the icing from your breasts; how did you end up like this?

You were one of Lady Elizabeth's handmaidens, accompanying her on a visit to her fiancée's estate. As soon as you'd arrived, you'd been introduced to the estate's servants. There was a young lad named Finny, who managed the gardens. Then there was Mey-Rin, a delightfully busty young lady who acted as the maid. Tanaka was the elderly former butler, and a strange man named Snake acted as footman. Then there was the cook…

Baldroy was tall, blonde and sexy as all hell. From the way he spoke to the way he smoked, everything about him screamed masculinity. You could feel yourself beginning to heat up, as you imagined the kind of things a man like that could do to you…

Your thoughts had been interrupted by the butler Sebastian, who had taken it upon himself to give you chores to do. You'd normally protest, but given that one of them involved spending more time with the cook…

You'd done all of the washing, and scrubbed all the floors clean in record time, keen to go down to the kitchens. When you'd arrive, you'd seen the chef preparing a stew of some kind. You'd announce your presence with a small statement.

'Hello, Mr Baldroy? I've come to help you peel some potatoes.' He'd jumped, as if he wasn't expecting to see you there. He'd broken out into a blush.

'Right. They're over there. Take this peeler and 'elp yourself. Call me Bard, by the way. Everyone else does.' He'd played with his hair, and it was your turn to blush when he handed you the peeler. You'd set to work on the potatoes, peeling them as slowly as possible. You and Bard had spoken a little, but words had seemed futile; you could both feel the sexual tension in the air. He was about to comment on it, when the Butler had arrived, asking about your progress. You'd assured him it was going well, but he'd scowled at you regardless.

'Make sure you get it done quickly.' He'd left, leaving you to finish your duty with reluctant haste.

You'd finished up, and set about the few remaining tasks on your list. As you'd left, Bard had called out 'see you later.' You'd wanted to go in there and tackle him to the floor in a surge of lust, but thought better of it; servant or not, you were still expected to behave like a lady.

Your thoughts are returned to the present when you feel something drizzle onto a nipple; melted chocolate, still warm from the Bain-Marie. Once he's satisfied it's well-covered, he takes the nipple into his mouth, sucking all the chocolate off. Your whole body feels like it's burning, and all he's done is played with your chest. Heaven only knows what he'll do to you down there…

Your mind continues to replay the evenings events. After completing your chores for the day, you and the other servants had all eaten together at about 8 o'clock. You'd offered to do the washing up, mostly so you could stay around Bard a little longer. Who knows? Maybe you'd have the courage to tell him just how attractive he is…

Turns out you didn't. You'd done the dishes in silence whilst Bard prepared some ingredients for tomorrow's dinner. As you'd made to leave, Sebastian had entered…

'My Young Master has requested a large cake for tomorrow's lunch; a plain sponge, decorated with royal icing and melted chocolate. You'll find all that you need in the cupboards, and a recipe in one of the cookbooks. I know you've already worked a full shift, but I'm sure you can spare a few more hours. Have fun.' He'd smirked, and left the room sharpish.

You'd wanted to cry; would this day ever end? Bard had put his hand on your shoulder. 'He can be a right git sometimes. Need some 'elp? I bet we can make this cake in no time at all if we do it together.' The tears had started to fall softly from your eyes.

'Thanks Bard, but don't you want to go on to bed now?' He'd merely shrugged his shoulders.

'Meh, it's alright. Much rather 'elp out a pretty girl in need. Shall we get started? We'll need eggs, flour, icing sugar, normal sugar, butter, an' chocolate. See what you can find.' You'd scoured the cupboards, and somehow between you found exactly what was needed. You'd gathered all the ingredients together.

'Right, I'll start on the cake mix, you preheat the oven an' start melting the chocolate. We'll have this sorted in no time!'

After twenty minutes of prep, the cake had gone into the oven, and a timer had been set. You'd sighed in relief; maybe you'd still be able to get off at a reasonable hour.

The kitchen was starting to feel hot, with you still in your maid uniform. You'd removed your apron and undone the top few buttons of the black monstrosity underneath. Maid uniforms weren't exactly fashionable.

That's what you'd thought, until you saw Bard practically drooling over you. His eyes had followed your hands, tongue wetting his lips as you slowly revealed your chest. He had yet to realise you'd seen him, so you'd decided to play a little game with him.

You'd somehow managed to slide your uniform down your arms, showing off your breasts. You'd dipped a finger into the royal icing, and used it to write a message across your chest…

'Fancy making a stitch?'

Bard had stared at you slack-jawed, his whole face turning red. Surely you weren't…?

He re-read your message before answering. 'Hell yeah, I do. I've wanted to do that ever since I saw ya this morning. Feels like I'm takin' advantage though, what with you only being here the one day and all. I dunno if I'll see you again after this.' You could tell he was desperate to take you up on your offer, but didn't want you to feel used. You slid your uniform off of your body, which left you glad only in your shoes, stocking, and underwear. You'd put your hands on your hips, trying to seem enticing.

'Better make tonight count, then. You're not the only one who wants to have some fun.' That's all it had taken to dissolve his protests, his tongue diving into your mouth.

From there, he'd licked the icing off off your chest, before pouring chocolate on you, bringing you back to the present.

You can feel how soaked you underwear has become, and it's all thanks to Bard's ministrations. You can tell he's far from done, thought.

'Lie down on that table for me. I wanna decorate you properly.' You do as instructed, but leave your legs hanging off the end; you suspect he'll want to go between them before too long.

When you're in position, he dips a finger into the chocolate, bringing it to your lips. You take it into your mouth and suck away the chocolate greedily, flicking your tongue against his finger. He clearly knows what you're simulating, and he begins to push his finger in and out of your mouth.

You moan around it, and he groans in response. You're surprised he's keeping up with the foreplay; with all the little noises he's been making, he's probably desperate to be inside you right now.

He takes his finger away, and moves to grab something from a nearby surface; it's a wooden spoon.

He dips it in the nearby chocolate, making sure it's covered before bringing it over your mouth. You open wide, trying to catch it on your tongue. What doesn't make it into your mouth drizzles down onto your neck, creating small lines of chocolate all the way down to your collarbone.

Bard dips the spoon in chocolate once again, but this time trails it between your breasts, slowing sliding it down until he reaches your underwear. He pulls them off off your legs aching slow, revealing your soaked slit to him. He moans loudly in approval.

'Bloody hell. It's been so long since I last had a woman. I swear, the next time we meet up, we have to do this again. It's gonna feel so nice when I'm finally inside you…' he moves back up to your head. 'Before I do that, I think I'd better clean you up. What we're about to do is filthy enough without making the mess literal.'

Starting at your neck, he trails open-mouthed kisses down your body, cleaning up the line of chocolate he created. He takes a detour at your breasts, taking your nipples into his mouth one after the other, until they're both rock hard and slightly damp from his ministrations.

He follows the chocolate down to your groin. He stands between your legs before licking the last of it off, savouring the sweetness mixed with the slight taste of your skin.

When the chocolate is all gone, he decides to feast on another treat you've made together; the wetness between your legs.

He starts by lapping at your folds, being careful not to let any of your juices escape. His actions begin to send your head spinning, orgasm building faster than it ever has before. He sticks his tongue inside of you, and you let a a wanton man of delight as you feel him tunnel into you, clearly well-versed in the art of oral sex. His stubble rubs against your skin slightly, which only heightens your enjoyment.

Your orgasm washes over you, powerful enough to make you arch your back. You hope no one hears you; it would be awkward trying to explain your actions to someone.

Bard continues to eat you out until you're spent, his whole mouth becoming coated in your essence. You can see his face glistening as he backs away, undoing his own apron so he can free himself from his trousers.

'I thought the chocolate was nice, but your taste is somethin' else. I'd gladly 'ave you for dessert instead.' He lines himself up your entrance. 'You good to go, or do you need more foreplay?'

You sit up, and wrap your arms around him, dragging his head down so you can speak in his ear. 'Take me now, and don't hold back. I want to feel sore for days.' You bite his ear, and he grips your hips tightly.

'Suit yourself.' He says, sinking into you slowly.

He starts doing just as you requested, fucking you so hard you want to scream out in carnal joy. His hands on your hips are sure to leave bruises, and as he bites into your neck you know you'll have to keep you collar up for at least a fortnight.

You love the way he feels; all man and full of sexual prowess. You can smell cigarettes on him, but that doesn't bother you in the slightest, only adding to his masculine appeal.

You don't know how long you've been at it now, but your whole body is on the verge of climax, waiting to be tipped over the edge again. Clearly knowing this, Bard manages to stimulate your clit with his thumb, sending you over the edge.

He follows quickly, groaning loudly as he empties himself into you. You can feel your insides milking him for all he's worth, and hope that he feels it too.

When you're both finally finished, he pulls out and sets you down on the ground. You feel the evidence of your tryst trickle down your legs, and prey that it doesn't sully your stockings.

You dress in silence, unsure of what to say until you hear the timer go off. You make for the oven door, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. 'I'll deal with this. Go get some rest. I'll see you at breakfast.' He gives you a deep kiss before letting you leave.

As you make your way to your room, you hope that this isn't your last visit to the Phantomhive manor.

Notes:

So… I took a few 'artistic liberties' with this, but I think it's alright. I hope you all liked it.

I may have a rough schedule planned, but please feel free to alter it with your requests. A busy schedule makes for a happy writer :)

See you next time

Chapter 8: Payment (Undertaker x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

A few days ago (I think), Socom911 asked 'When are Grell and Undertaker coming out?'. Well, I can now answer half of that question; Umdertaker is coming out right now :D

Disclaimer; I'm horrifically hungover, so if there's more mistakes than usual I apologise. I'm also sorry for the cliché'd set up, but I don't have the mental faculties to come up with anything better. I'm also typing this in the wrong box. I should probably put this in the Chapter Notes. FFS -_-

Enjoy the best that hungover me has to offer ;)

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Chapter Text

The rain is falling lightly in London today, covering everything it touches in a thin layer of moisture. At this moment in time, that includes you.

You are a member of 'The Aristocrats of Evil', an organisation created by the Phantomhive family as a way of providing 'The Queen's Guard Dog' with information pertaining to tasks Her Majesty has given him. You had been selected to join due to your vast wealth of underground knowledge pertaining to human trafficking. However, a wealth of knowledge doesn't mean you know everything, and there's a considerable gap in your knowledge bank that's making your current task for Lord Phantomhive very difficult indeed. Thankfully, one of your fellow members should possess the knowledge necessary for you to fill in the gap. Visiting him is the only reason you're out in this weather.

After walking a few more paces, (and stepping in several puddles) you reach your destination. A sign that reads 'Undertaker' hangs crookedly above the door. There's no light coming from inside, but you're sure the building isn't empty. You open the door and step inside.

The funeral parlour is cold, which is exacerbated by your damp clothing. Your eyes scan the room, looking for your the owner. You can't see him. 'Strange,' you think to yourself 'He's always here at this time. He must have popped out for something.'

You're about to leave and return later when you hear a creaking sound coming from one of the coffins. You watch as the lid slowing comes away, and try not to scream as a body appears. You almost faint when the body smiles at you.

'Good morning, me dear. It's nice to see you again. It's been a while since we last met up. Has the Young Earl sent you on an errand?' You let out a relieved sigh; it's not a body, it's just the Undertaker.

You've known the Undertaker ever since you joined the Aristocrats of Evil. He's a bit eccentric, spending his time munching on bone-shaped cookies and giggling to himself. He's always exceptionally nice to you, whispering little comments and jokes to you during meeting. You'd consider him a friend of sorts, despite the fact your occupation had little room for such things. In fact, you're not sure if he considered you a friend too. He's a bit of a loner by nature, and loners don't make friends easily.

The Undertaker steps out off the coffin and walks towards you, grinning like a maniac. The grin fades a bit when he looks at the state of your clothing. 'You poor thing, you're soaked through! Hang your coat up and I'll get you some tea and a towel. Then we can talk business.' He rushes off, and you hang your coat up on the corner of a coffin.

He returns with a towel in hand, giving it to you so you can dry off while he makes the tea. It doesn't do you much good; your hair and the bottom half of your dress are both soaked. Your best chance of getting the dress dry is taking it off, but that would leave you half-naked in a colleague's shop. Alternatively, you could leave it on and risk catching a cold.

Deciding that a little embarrassment was a small price to pay for continued good health, you slip out of your dress, hanging it on a different coffin to your coat. You hope what's underneath is dry, otherwise his funeral parlour will start looking like a boutique!

When he returns again, you're sat with one leg over the other on one of his coffins, drying your hair whilst looking at the ground. You're clad only in white knee-high socks, a corset, and panties that show more flesh than you'd like. They'd been a gift from Paris from a former suited, although he'd more interested in getting you out of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Undertaker drinking in your appearance. He shifts his legs slightly, and for the briefest moment you're certain you can see a tent in his robes.

He sets the tea tray he's carrying on his nearby desk, and proceeds to pour you both a cup. He hands a cup to you before sitting opposite you with his own tea. You both sip your tea in silence of a while, neither of you sure what to say. It's Undertaker that finally breaks the silence.

'So, what can I do for you today? Unless this is a social call. Is it a social call?' He tilts his head in curiosity.

You shake your own head. 'Nothing so frivolous, I'm afraid. I've had reports of women being trafficked into this country lately, but I'm not sure from where. I understand that you received a pair of Jane Does the other day. I was wondering if you could give me any hints about their country of origin?' You stare at him hopefully, handing him your now empty cup. He thinks for a moment before answering.

'I could tell you a few things, sure, but my information isn't free. I'll need me usual fee.' You take a deep breath. Thankfully, you've prepared his payment in advance.

You clear your throat before saying;

'There was a young harlot from Kew,

Who filled her vagina with glue,

She said with a grin

'If they'll pay to get in…''

'Then they'll pay to get out of it, too. Sorry me dear, I heard that one yesterday.' Shit. That was your ace! You try again.

'What's brown and sticky? A stick!' He doesn't look amused. One more try.

'What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef!' He almost cracks a smile, but no laughter. You desperately try to think of more jokes, but to no avail. Why does your mind always draw blanks at inopportune moments?

You're about to admit defeat and leave, when you notice he's staring at your body again, tongue peeking out of his mouth slightly as he licks his lips. Maybe you can still leave with the information you need.

You uncross your legs, showing him your covered sex. You stretch a leg out, brushing it against his. Then, in the most seductive voice you can manage, you whisper 'I'm afraid I don't have your usual payment today. Are you willing to accept something a little bit different? I think you'll like it…' you continue stroking his legs as you wait for a reply. He runs a hand up of said leg, toying with he skin just above your sock.

'My, you must really need this information if you're offering yourself up to me like this. The girls came from Asia, China I'd say, judging by the clothes they were wearing. One of them had a piece of paper in her hair. It was part of a shipping receipt. I'd be more than happy to give it to you… if you'll let me give it to you.' His joke is terrible, but at least he's being forthcoming with his information now.

A single stray drop of water falls from you left head and onto your bare thigh. He watches as it trickles down your leg, eyes completely transfixed on it. Now's your chance to confirm your payment.

'Take whatever you want, so long as I get what I came for.' Those words spur him into action, and he lunges forwards, tongue licking up the raindrop before continuing all the way up to your underwear. He pushes your torso back, giving him easier access to you. He starts toying with you through your underwear, which starts to dampen under his touch. When he feels you've accumulated enough wetness, he stands up, putting his hands either side of your waist.

He leans over to kiss your neck. 'Can we do this here, or do you need privacy?' You moan as he starts sucking on your neck, creating a mark you know will be there for days. You try to collect your thoughts enough to answer him, but he's making concentration difficult. He pushes a hand beneath you and starts fiddling with the laces holding your corset in place. He loosen them enough to be able to yank it down, exposing your breasts to the cold air. He brings his mouth over one of your nipples and looks at you, halting his ministrations so you can answer. You push your chest up at him, silently urging him to continue. He doesn't, clearly determined to have his question answered.

You start to get frustrated. 'You can have me right here, just get on with it!' Your answer is good enough for him, and he latches onto your nipple, alternating between suckling and nibbling. You writhe under his touch, the pleasure almost surreal. It's been months since anyone touched you like this, and you silently swear never to allow such a period of abstinence again. Hell, now you know Undertaker will take sex as payment, you won't have to go through a dry spell again. All you have to do is think of something to ask for, then let him do the rest. Simple.

He abandons the nipple he's been working on to play with its twin, leaving it glistening and hard. Seeing your body reacting to him like that is turning you on to no end. It's like your body was created just for him to play with. Your moans increase in volume, and you feel Undertaker removing your underwear, letting them drop to the floor as a hand explorers the newly-exposed flesh of your sex.

A nail lightly scratches against your clit, and you decide you can't take it anymore. You need him to fill you up before you die of anticipation.

You reach down, trying to yank his robe up so you can free his erection. He reluctantly tears himself away from your chest so he can do it for you, rolling his robe up before pulling his underwear down his legs. He smears some of your juices onto his cock before lining himself up. You spread yourself as wide as you can, giving him an invitation he can't refuse. He slides into you with little resistance, letting out a groan as you tighten around him.

It takes a second before your muscles relax enough to let him move, but he makes up for lost time, his thrusts hard and fast. You briefly worry about whether the coffin can cope with all the strain on it, but as he starts rubbing your clit you decide you don't care.

He starts leaving bites all over your chest, to the point where you'll have to wear high-collar dresses for the next fortnight. You don't care though. You can feel your climax approaching fast, so you close your eyes and surrender to the sensation of Undertaker pleasuring you.

He starts attacking your nipples again, and that's enough to make you fall apart under him, crying out in bliss as he works you through your orgasm. He finishes not long after you do, spilling himself inside of you with wild abandon. He litters kisses on every inch of skin he can reach, a surprisingly tender action given his previous ministrations.

When you're both sated, he leans down to rest his head on your chest, rapidly softening cock still inside of you. You start petting his hair, which makes him sigh in contentment. He tilts his head up to look at you.

'Tell me, would you be willing to discus a regular payment plan? All the information you want, paid for in weekly instalments. Interested?' He sounds eager, which makes you giggle. Yeah, the Undertaker sure is eccentric.

You agree to his payment plan.

Notes:

So, how was it? Not too bad, I hope; Undertaker is my favourite :3

Then again, if it is bad, I get to write for him again as an apology! Muahahahaha o.O

Did anyone get the reference to the Season 2 outtakes? If not, go watch them (they're pretty funny)

Next chapter shall contain some lesbian action (though I suppose given who it features, bisexual action maybe? That's my person favourite kind of action).

Oh, and requests are still ongoing, so if there's anything you wanna read, let me know ;)

Hope to see you then :)

Chapter 9: Examination (Madam Red x Reader)

Notes:

Hello you ;)

This comes from ALWAlways, who said 'playing doctor with Madam Red could be fun'. I did the best I could, so I hope you like it :3

This chapter features some girl-on-girl action so if that isn't your thing, then this chapter isn't for you

Speaking of genders with genders, the next chapter will be a Grell fic. Only problem is, I can't decide on a gender for the reader. The options are as follows:

Female reader

Male reader

Transgender reader, going from female to male

Transgender reader, going from male to female

If you guys have any preferences, please let me know :3 also, I need some more requests, too, so tell me what you want and I'll do it.

Happy reading :)

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Chapter Text

'Next patient, please!'

You stand up. You've been at the hospital for about ten minutes now, anxiously awaiting your monthly visit to the gynaecologist.

It's not that you're unwell; far from it in fact. However, your doctor has suggested that you pay her a visit once a month, just to make sure everything is in working order. Normally you'd scoff at such an idea, but you've grown very fond of the tests she performs on you each month…

Not wanting to keep her waiting, you follow the nurse into a small back room; the office of one Angelina Dalles, A.K.A Madam Red. You shiver in anticipation as you enter the room, bidding the nurse thanks before closing the door behind you.

Madam Red is currently sat behind her desk, eyes focused on some kind of paperwork. Her gaze doesn't leave the document as she addresses you. 'Strip down and assume your usual position. I shall be with you in a moment.'

You do as she says immediately, removing all of your clothing before laying down on her examination table. The room is chilly, and your nipples soon harden to little pebbles. You can feel yourself tingle in anticipation; has it really only been a month since your last visit? It feels like so much longer.

Madam Red stands up, placing her paperwork on her desk. She walks over to you, heels clicking as she goes. She smiles salaciously at you, running a hand up one of your legs before pulling it away from its twin. You understand her silent command, and spread your legs as wide as they'll go. This seems to please her. 'I'm glad to see that my favourite patient is eager to begin. I think I'll begin by inspecting your vulva.' She moves between your legs, and you hear the tell-tale snap of gloves being put on.

You feel her fingers lightly brush over your labia, and try not to moan. You are in a pack hospital, after all; anyone could hear your noises of pleasure and mistake them for fear or trouble. You don't want someone to barge in here and ruin the fun.

After a few more light touches, she pinches your clit. You gasp in surprise, and she lets out a low chuckle. 'You're very sensitive down there. Has no one been playing with you lately?' She asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice. You shake your head. 'That's a shame. A body as lovely as yours should have regular visitors. After all, you wouldn't hide a painting behind cloth forever, so why hide this?' She stokes you again, and you feel yourself leaking onto the table. She gathers some of the moisture onto a gloved finger and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the taste.

'Have you ever sampled yourself? You really should. Your taste is exquisite.' She coats a finger in your juices again and offers it to you. You suck on it eagerly, loving the taste of yourself mixed with the latex of the glove. She trails the finger out of your mouth slowly, rubbing it across your lips until they're glistening with saliva.

She saunters over to your side, grabbing the breast farthest away from her. She begins toying with your nipple as she talks.

'You know, part of my job is to prepare women for marriage. I have to make sure that they're in top shape before I can allow their husbands to do as they please. Usually I do it by observation and testing, but I feel like you'd benefit from a more hands-on examination. I'm going to introduce you to a friend of mine. I think you'd love it, you filthy little harlot.' You love it when she calls you names. The shame of being called a harlot, combined with all the things she likes to do to you make this affair seem like the most sinfully sweet thing in the world. You love the way she makes you feel, and you know you'll never tire of her pleasuring you.

She moves away from you, looking for something across the room. She returns with a long wooden box and some lubricant of some kind. When she opens the box, your eyes widen in surprise; it's some kind of fake phallus, made from what looks like polished wood. You shuffle back a little out of anxiety; is she really going to put that inside of you?

She sees the look of fear on your face. 'Don't worry, my dear. This'll fit inside of you perfectly by the time I'm finished with you.' She starts spreading lubricant onto the faux shaft, and you feel yourself growing a little wet at the sight. She makes sure the object is dripping wet before setting in to one side, smearing leftover lub in and around your opening. When she's done, she attaches your ankles to the straps on either side of the examination table, preventing you from closing your legs.

'Perfect. We're all set for your examination. First, I'll need to loosen you up a bit.' She puts some more of the lubricant on her fingers before slipping one inside of you. You gasp at the intrusion, still not used to it even after all your months of visiting. She smiles as she crooks it, looking for a particular spot. You have to throw your arm over your mouth to keep from screaming when she finds her target. The pleasure of her rubbing against your walls is enough to distract you from her adding a second finger. You start to feel a bit sore as she works on scissoring you open, but the underlying pleasure makes any discomfort worthwhile.

You're genuinely shocked when she adds a third finger; she's never done that before. Your opening is wider than it's ever been, stretched by Madam Red's clever fingers.

She reaches her head down to suckle on your clit as she works on your opening. Your body suddenly reaches climax, your legs spasming in their restraints, desperate to be free. The pleasure is glorious, made greater by your doctor's ministrations.

When you finally come down, you're greeted by the sight of Madam Red hiking her skirt up to her waist before climbing onto you, turning to face your legs before crawling back a bit. You understand her intentions, moving your head forwards just enough to allow her to position her own sex over your face. She isn't wearing anything under her dress, giving you unrestricted access to her private quarters. The smell of her arousal is dizzying, and you can't help but give her opening a small lick. She lets out a moan.

'Wait until I've begun your examination. Then you can feast upon me all you like.' You move your head back slightly, praying that she hurries up so you can drink down her essence. You feel something hard poke against your opening, and assume it's her instrument. It slides into you slowly, installing a feeling of fullness inside of you that you've never known. It's almost pleasurable enough to make you want a husband, but not quite. The instrument itself might feel nice, but having to deal with what's attached to it isn't worth it.

Madam Red slowly moves the phallus in and out, taking care to be gentle with you. It stings a bit, but the pleasure is worth it.

'You may begin your meal, my filthy little harlot.' You don't need telling twice. Your tongue begins lapping at her opening greedily, like a parched man at an oasis. She tastes different to you, but no less appetising. You bury your tongue inside her, determined to drink her nectar straight from its source. You creep a hand up to play with her clit, while she continues her examination of you.

After a while, her movements become erratic, as if she can't focus anymore. You know this means she must be close, so you redouble your efforts, eating her out with all the passion and determination you can muster.

She abandons her attempt at pleasing you, and instead begins grinding herself against your mouth, determined to finish as soon as possible. You reach for the object between your legs with your one free hand, and take up where she left off, pleasuring yourself whilst pleasing her.

She caves mere moments before you do, her release pouring into your mouth and down your chin. You lap up all that you can, the taste and the sensation triggering your second and final release. It's unusual for your walls to have something so solid to cling onto, but you love it, still delighting in the full feeling it gives you.

When you're both done, she climbs off of you on shaky legs, stumbling over to the end of the table so she can remove both the restrains and the instrument. You sit up on the table, panting as if you've run a marathon. Your legs are terribly sore, as is your vagina. It's a sinful kind of sore that you hope you feel for days.

As you stand and redress, she takes you into her arms and kisses you deeply, her tongue and yours battling for dominance. You break the kiss before there's a clear victor, but you both know she'd have been the winner. She always is.

She smiles at you. 'Thank you for stopping by, but I'm afraid it's bad news. I'm going to have to insist that you visit me at least twice a month, so I can keep an eye on you properly.'

You agree in a heartbeat; you can't say no to the doctor's orders, after all.

Notes:

So, you like?

Again, requests and feedback are appreciated. Otherwise I'll end up writing any old pairings (and that could be interesting)

See you next time (I hope) :)

Chapter 10: Similarities (Grell x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

So here it is, the promised Grell fic. I ended up going with a transgender reader, as I felt it worked quite well with Grell (who I shall be referring to as 'she' for this fic).

Not the best thing I've ever wtitten, but I've done my best.

Hope you all enjoy

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Chapter Text

'For the last time, Grell, I'm not interested!' You shout at the red-headed. The two of you are in your kitchen, sipping tea and talking about your last collection. Unfortunately, the topic of conversation has changed to your 'relationship'. She's been trying to convince you to take her on a date for weeks now, despite you repeatedly telling her you're not interested.

It's not that you're not attracted to her; far from it. What with her flowing locks, her broad smile, that sadistic streak that made you stomach feel funny…

No, you can't do down that path. It'll only end up breaking both your hearts.

You see, you share something with Grell. Something that no one knows about. At least, no one below management level. It's something that you know will deter Grell, should she ever discover the truth.

To the whole world, you are a man. In actuality, you were born female.

#black butler fanfiction

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Bark at the Moon Chapter Seventeen: At a Loss for Words

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: Papyrus doesn’t miss his brother’s jokes or pranks or anything, no, of course not...

"Sans! Do you know where my copy of 'Puzzles for Inquiring Minds' went? I can't find it but it must be here somewhere!" Papyrus called, digging through the pile of papers on his bedroom floor. He was finally sorting through the mess he'd left, organizing the scattered blueprints and sketches into much neater piles to be filed away later. But he couldn't imagine where that book had gotten to.

"Sans! Did you hear me? ...Are you even home?"

He sighed, and got up to peer into the living room. Ever since Sans had remembered his shortcut ability, he'd been making good use of it, and Papyrus was never sure where he went. Sans never told him. Not that he could. But, to his mild surprise, Sans was dozing on the couch.

"Sans!"

His brother jolted awake, then looked up at him blearily.

"I need your help finding--wait is that it under the couch?" Papyrus leapt down and slid his hand under, withdrawing the battered puzzle book. "Well, I have no idea how that got there, but I suppose, in a way, you still helped me find it. So. Thank? You?"

Sans merely huffed before settling down to sleep again. Papyrus eyed him, then headed upstairs with his book to file it properly. He slid it into place on the shelf, then sat back with brows furrowed. Something was missing... No, there weren't any empty spots left, so it wasn't a book... He looked over to his table and quickly assessed his action figures--they all seemed to be in place too. His things were in order, so why did he expect something more...?

It was quiet.

Sans would've had a joke about the misplaced book. Papyrus curled his tail around his feet, and shut his eyes. It was fine if Sans didn't want to talk! His various warbles and hoots often got the point across well enough, and it still sounded like him, and he still found ways to joke around even if it wasn't wordplay. It was fine--Papyrus wasn't even sure why he missed hearing his brother's dumb jokes and trolling so much. He'd heard them all, seen that spark in Sans' eye as he thought of them, groaned at the most inane reaches of wordplay countless times. He didn't need to hear them again. But... No, Sans would get his voice back in time, there was no point dwelling on it. He took a deep breath, and went back to organizing the rest of his things, humming to himself to break up the silence.

He surveyed his work, and nodded with satisfaction--his books had been fully rearranged, divided by subject and ordered alphabetically. He'd sorted all his blueprints and schematics into folders, and his action figures were aligned into their current teams. He'd moved the rug to cover the spot he'd burnt--he'd see about getting it replaced soon, but for now it was the best he could do. Everything was clean and orderly, just as it should be. He trotted out and headed downstairs.

"Sans! With my bedroom completely refreshed, we should go out! I want to see if I can find any good carpet in the dump, but who knows what else could be there? It's been so long since we looked, there's bound to be something incredible!"

Sans blinked an eye open to study him, but otherwise made no effort to move.

"Come on! It'll be fun!" Papyrus beamed at him, bouncing in place. It seemed to work, because  Sans studied him a moment longer, then got up with a yawn, stretched, then hopped to the floor and looked at him expectantly. Well, he wasn't about to let him down. He led the charge out, and glanced back to see Sans was trotting after him dutifully. It was almost like old times, and he took solace in that.

Sans walked closer to him as they passed through Waterfall, and Papyrus noted how he seemed to be scanning every shadow and crevice, eyelights darting. Sans was... nervous? Papyrus slowed his own pace--truth be told, the bottomless chasms and roaring water were setting his instincts off too, but he knew they'd be safe--they'd traveled through here dozens of times, nothing would hurt them. Besides, they were coming up to the wishing room, and Sans had always liked that spot. That would brighten his day--literally.

"Sans! Look up! The stars are especially bright today, look!" he exclaimed when they entered, and darted ahead to take in the sight--a million twinkling crystals embedded in the stone all around them. Their pale light washed everything in a soft blue glow, and he sat to appreciate the atmosphere and give his brother a chance to catch up.

Sans padded up slowly, occasionally glancing at the stars but still looking over his shoulders more until he reached him. Only then did he allow himself to look at the stars for any length of time, but something still made him scan their surroundings every few moments, staring at shadows as if to make sure they wouldn't move. And even when he did glance upwards, he didn't so much look at the stars as look for something--that look of calm, wistful wonder Sans usually wore when he contemplated the universe never appeared.

"Sans? Is something wrong?" Papyrus asked, glancing around himself and wondering if there was something he wasn't picking up on. Nothing looked out of place, nothing smelled wrong--but Sans was acting like they were in danger.

Sans looked up at him briefly, before turning away and uttering a low growl. Heart sinking, Papyrus realized his brother might have slipped--it tracked with how he'd been acting all day. Well, he'd have to get him back on track. What did he usually like to talk about here in the star room? It'd been so long, Papyrus couldn't quite remember... but he had to try!

"Not to worry, brother! We're safe here, and besides, how can you ignore all this? Do you remember when we found that human book about constellations, and we spent all day here trying to find them? We also decided to make our own since humans didn't have any skeleton constellations... Let's see... oh! There it is, the Big Skull! Shining brightly as ever!"

Sans followed his finger, then looked around--he couldn't see the constellation, but at least he was really looking at the stars now.

"You used to tell me about what real stars are, too. These are very pretty, but, you said the real stars are huge burning balls of fire or something, right? And, they're so far away, not even the humans have ever been to one. Um... there's different colors... yellow, white, red, even blue! I wonder if they come in other colors, but I don't remember. There was other cool stuff too, wasn't there?"

Sans looked up at him, then back to the stars. He'd calmed enough to lie down next to him, and seemed to be content just watching as waves of ambient magic flowed through the crystals, making their light waver. It really was amazing, and Papyrus was sure that even if the real stars couldn't be beat, this was a natural wonder all on its own. Who knew how long monsters had been wishing on these, filling them with their hopes and dreams...

He picked one--a bright, steady light that made one of the eyes in the Big Skull--and made a wish of his own.

"Okay Sans, though I'm sure we could stay here stargazing forever, we did have a mission today!" he prompted, standing up. "If you thought that was fun, just wait until we get to the dump!"

Sans crooned, then got up to follow him. He wasn't sure he'd managed to engage him enough, but there'd be plenty more chances, and perhaps he'd set the ball rolling. They continued to weave through the passages and wind down halls, splashing through cold, clear water until finally--they came to a small landing, and a rank smell informed them they'd made it to the dump.

Bad as the smell was, the piles of debris held endless possibilities, and Papyrus darted for the first one he saw. He circled it, sniffing at anything that looked interesting, clawing at pieces that caught his eye. Most of it was truly garbage--old food wrappers, filthy rags, broken plastic shells of electronics well beyond repair. But he found a deflated rubber ball that after some rinsing was fun to toss and shake in his jaws. This excursion was already looking like a success! He tucked it into his satchel and turned to see what luck his brother was having.

Sans was sitting in the middle of the room near where they'd entered, unmoving. He was soaked--in many places the water had come up to his chest, and here it was no different--but he didn't seem to care. Papyrus wasn't sure he would have normally--but seeing him like this didn't ease his worry.

"Sans! Don't just sit there! Come help me find cool garbage!"

Sans started, but didn't move. Papyrus sighed.

"Okay, well, if you just want to sit in the mud that's fine. I'm still going to look around!"

He continued his search, overturning sodden boxes and digging into moldering clothes; his heart leapt with excitement when he found a box of discarded books--but they'd been soaked, and the first one he opened fell apart, its pages illegible. Maybe someone else could take the time or had the skill to salvage them, but he had to move on. The next heap looked quite promising! He leapt onto it, sending a few things sliding, but it already looked lopsided so he wasn't messing up whoever liked to come by and sort the piles into some semblance of order. He could appreciate their devotion to cleanliness in the face of chaos--but there were treasures to find.

He began to dig his claws in, hoping to find such treasure, but something sent up an alert in his mind--a smell? He sniffed again, blocking out the damp stench of the regular garbage to hone in on it. It was faint--old. But somehow familiar, and he dug again to stir it up. It smelled... it smelled...

Like bone.

But there was something else. It was stronger--coming from nearby. Grassy, but withered--he dug more, and uncovered a dried-up stem. He clawed at it, refreshing the scent. Was this the grass smell? Yes, but not regular grass--it smelled just like... golden flowers. Papyrus jerked his head back. He pawed cautiously at the withered vegetation, mind churning. Bone, and golden flower. He stuck his nose back in, just to be sure. Bone, and flower, and old grease and the brand of ketchup Sans liked.

There was no mistaking it. The scents were weeks--maybe months--old, but they lingered. Papyrus looked back up at his brother, who still sat in the cold, swirling water. He remembered how Flowey had lied to Undyne about knowing where Sans was. He remembered how furious Sans had been at the mere mention of a golden flower. He turned the bit of plant--the tip of a vine--over with his claw, noting how the end was torn, and had no doubt. This was where his brother had met Flowey, and it hadn't been the friendly connection Papyrus had hoped.

Papyrus sighed. At least it meant Sans hadn't chosen to leave him all that time ago...

"Okay Sans, we can go home." He hopped from the garbage, splashing down. "I don't think there's much here after all, and, you don't seem to be having fun, so, let's get cleaned up. Why don't we take the ferry? Or, if you really want to get going, we, um, could... just take a shortcut."

Papyrus could hardly believe himself for making the suggestion. But if this place brought back bad memories--ones fresher than their days as experiments--then they didn't need to stay any longer. He trotted to where the water was clear, kicked his hands and feet free of mud and debris, then dunked his snout in to wash the smell of garbage out. Sans merely watched him, and once Papyrus had finished snorting water out of his nose he turned to him.

"Okay, brother! If you were waiting to take us home, you may now do it!"

Sans tilted his head, and Papyrus blinked.

"Don't give me that look! Using a shortcut, naturally. Even if I don't approve, they are quite handy for getting somewhere fast. I know you've cut home from farther away, so this should be easy!"

Sans only continued to give him a confused look. He raised a paw as if to step, but set it back down, uncertain.

"Sans... you can't have slipped this far again, can you?" Papyrus said sadly. He knew it could be a struggle--he'd gone through it himself--but it hadn't been so long ago that Sans had encouraged him to tell Alphys and Undyne their story. He'd been joking, albeit wordlessly, only a few days ago. Papyrus had thought he'd been getting enough stimulation, but... "Maybe today's just a bad day. That's okay! They happen! We can just take the ferry if shortcuts are too much right now."

The journey home was quiet; even the Riverperson only hummed softly as they navigated towards Snowdin. Once they got home, Sans clambered back onto the couch to doze once more, and Papyrus headed up to occupy himself with puzzle design. He needed to keep himself sharp too--if only to figure out how to help his brother. He got out his paper and pencils, and began sketching.

"Sans I think I've done it!" he cheered, bursting from his room some hours later. "This puzzle is going to stump any human who dares attempt it. Look!

He charged down to lay the blueprints out in front of Sans, who was still blinking wearily after being startled awake by his brother for the second time that day.

"I realized I could combine the challenge of a pressure plate lock with those steam vents Hotland is so irritatingly fond of, only I'll use spring-loaded levers instead because I have class--but, anyway, here's the pattern! Isn't is brilliant?"

Sans looked from the paper in front of him to his brother, then back to the paper--but only to nibble playfully at it. Papyrus yanked it away.

"No! You can't eat it!! Ugh! As always, my efforts go unappreciated," he sighed dramatically. "I'll refine the design and present it to Undyne tomorrow. She'll have something to say!"

He ignored the sinking feeling. At least Sans had done something silly. But he couldn't help wishing he'd said something instead.

To Papyrus' relief, it had just been a bad day after all. Sans woke up the next morning, stared at his hands for a bit, then shook himself out before shortcutting out, presumably for breakfast. When he returned, Papyrus was ready with a bag slung over his spines.

"Sans! You should come with me--I'm going to scout out the location for my new puzzle, and I'll need an assistant to hold my things. Surely you can manage that?"

Sans studied him, then uttered a hoot as he shrugged. That was good enough.

"Fantastic! Let's be off then!"

He charged out, kicking up snow, and wasn't shocked to find Sans waiting for him along the way. But he trotted after him once they'd met up, and Papyrus slowed his pace just enough that his brother could keep close. They reached the clearing Papyrus had in mind, and he set the bag down before turning to Sans to relay his brilliant plan.

"We've arrived! It doesn't look like much now... but this field is merely the canvas upon which I, premier puzzle architect, shall paint my latest masterpiece!"

He paused, and Sans opened his mouth--but as usual, the only sound he could make was an odd warble. He seemed disappointed, and Papyrus hoped his own concern wasn't obvious as he continued his monologue

"A-and! So, what I need you to do is hold the map while I survey the area and make sure my build zone is clear. Got it?"

Sans huffed and dipped his head.

"Good! Alright, here's the map. Let's get surveying!"

Sans took the map in his jaws and sat while Papyrus inspected the field. That tree was just barely in the way; whoops, there was a rock there, that was no good--hey, someone had already started a puzzle here ages ago. He'd have to tear that out. He reached into a snow poff and pulled out a little white dog--it yipped at him, and he lowered it back in. He couldn't build his puzzle anywhere near that. He finished his inspection, and headed back to his brother to see how the map looked.

"Alright, let's see... Sans!"

His brother tilted his head.

"You didn't mark any of the obstacles!"

Sans tilted his head the other way, doing his best to look innocent. Papyrus blinked, realization dawning on him. He'd only told Sans to hold the map, not mark it too, and groaned as he smacked a palm across his face.

"Ugh, of course!! Okay. This time, I'll hold the map, and you go find all the stuff that's in my way. It should be easy, since I already found all of them. Give me the map."

Sans passed it back, then laid down.

"No! Sans!! You have to tell me where the old puzzles and tree roots and dogs are so I can avoid them!"

Sans waved a claw in the general direction of the field, grumbling something.

"Saaaans!" Papyrus cried, stomping his foot and earning low, hissing chuckles from his brother. "Oh, I see! This is a game to you! Well, I'll have you know I take my games very seriously! And! I've never been beaten yet! Nyeheheheh!"

He ended up marking the map himself while Sans watched with amusement. He didn't mind--he was just happy Sans was playing with him like he always would. He missed the banter that would usually accompany it, but... after yesterday, he'd take what he could get.

"There, the map has been marked, no thanks to you," he said when he'd finished. "Now I can plot my setup properly. But first, this snow has to go!"

He found himself expecting a pun, but none came, so he instead focused on his magic and summoned long horizontal bones to sweep the field, clearing a wide swath. He summoned another set, and sent them the other way, pushing even more snow away and leaving only a thin dusting over the ground. Time for the final step. He concentrated, and summoned a trio of his special attacks. They fired simultaneously, melting the remaining snow away and leaving the ground steaming.

"Perfect. All set for the site of a truly excellent puzzle. Wouldn't you agree, Sans?"

Sans hooted his approval, and Papyrus recognized the look in his eyes. He must've thought his snow-clearing technique was really cool--he looked proud of him. He'd probably have made some dumb joke about it to hide how he really felt, but he only watched and waited for what he'd do next.

"Okay, I think that's all for today. Help me put up this caution tape so passers-by don't accidentally set foot on the site and mess it up."

The 'caution tape' was just toilet paper with 'CAUTION: BRILLIANT PUZZLE ARCHITECT (PAPYRUS) AT WORK' written on it in marker, but Papyrus was nothing if not resourceful. He set up a perimeter of bones, slotted the paper tube between a pair of his brother's upper and lower fangs, then ran with the free end around his setup a few times and tied it off.

"Well, a job well done, mostly by me," he congratulated as he surveyed his work. "But, it was nice to have you here too, brother."

Sans rumbled in apparent agreement.

"Tomorrow, I'll begin laying everything out. I think I spotted some scrap metal at the dump yesterday that should work quite well... You don't have to come with to get it, I know that'd... be a lot for you..."

Sans just looked at him. Maybe he didn't remember how yesterday had gone.

"But! That's enough for now! Let's go home and have lunch, and then decide what the afternoon is for."

As they walked back, the quiet of Snowdin's forest settled in around them; it was hard to believe they'd once fled into the surrounding woods with the intention of never coming back. Papyrus found himself feeling anxious at the memory, and momentarily quickened his pace before realizing he was leaving Sans behind. He looked back, and saw Sans looking at him curiously.

"Sorry Sans, I just.... We spent a long time out there in the woods, and, while Snowdin is definitely still my ideal location for our base of operations, it's... perhaps a little soon to be frolicking out here again. It won't bother me forever! Don't worry! But I'd like to get home."

Sans crooned sadly, and the next corner they rounded put them right in the living room.

"Oh! Sans! I didn't mean I didn't want to walk... Oh well, I suppose it's too late now..."

The room blinked, and they were back on the road. Sans was smiling at him mischievously.

"Oooh! Sans!!! Cut it out!" he howled, lunging at him to knock him over. Sans sprung out of the way, his true agility on rare display. Papyrus continued to chase after him, managing to succeed only because Sans was in even less shape than usual. He caught up with him quickly and pushed him into a snowbank.

"Now you'll chill out! Nyeh heh heh heh!" Papyrus teased as his brother rose from the drift and shook off.

Sans opened his jaws--but only a low hoot came out, and he paused a moment before giving a resigned shrug. Papyrus felt his heart sink yet again.

"Oh Sans, I know you'll get your voice back soon! You just have to keep trying... but, if you really don't want to talk, I suppose I can tell the jokes for both of us..."

Sans blinked, and uttered an inquiring hoot.

"It's fine, really! All your puns are very easy to replicate, so, I'll have no trouble filling in! It'll be 'snow' problem! Nyeh!"

Sans snorted, looking amused and concerned at the same time.

"What, you think I can't? I never expected I'd get such a cold reception, especially from my own brother!"

Okay, Sans was laughing now, good. He didn't want him to feel bad for not working as hard as he did, even if he did want him to work harder. Sans working hard recently had... not been good.

But it was lonely. Papyrus couldn't deny it anymore. He didn't remember the last time Sans had actually told him a joke even when he'd been able to. And now, sure, he still found ways to be obnoxious and clown around, but there wasn't the banter Papyrus loved. There wasn't the subtle encouragement or occasionally truly thoughtful musings. He was making progress on his new puzzle, but Sans wasn't there to double-check his work and point out oversights with brotherly ribbing.

Papyrus could easily fill the void with his own voice, but it just wasn't the same.

"Geez, and it seems like he still won't even try?" Undyne said when he'd shared his feelings during a sparring match.

"Well, he'll sometimes act like he wants to say something, but, when it doesn't come out right, he just kind of gives up," Papyrus sighed as he deflected a spear. "I've been telling puns in his place, but, I'm tired of the conversation being so one-sided. And I think maybe he is too."

"Aw man," Undyne uttered, finishing her volley. "So, what are you gonna do? Do I need to noogie some sense into him or what?"

"No, no!" Papyrus declined as he set up his attack and sent it at her, "I think he just needs some encouragement, which I am very good at. I'll figure something out! He's bounced back from this kind of thing before, I know he can do it again!"

"Hmm... Well, maybe you should just tell him what you told me," Undyne suggested, finishing an artful dodge around his attack, "and even though I know that's easier said than... said, how else is he supposed to know?"

Papyrus huffed. "That would cut to the chase, wouldn't it. I just have to hope he understands... I'm... not always sure what gets through...."

"He's still slipping sometimes?" Undyne asked sadly, and he nodded but smiled anyway.

"Not for very long! He has bad days and good days, and it's usually more good than bad, but, I can tell it... doesn't really... It's not a thing that worries him, so he doesn't do anything about it."

"Geez, well, sounds like you need to get encouraging him, huh?"

"Yes! Exactly!"

They finished their sparring match and retreated indoors for drinks, discussing the latest nonsense Mettaton had gotten up to and what their next cooking endeavor should be now that they knew about instructions over tea. Papyrus shared the blueprints for his new puzzle--which Undyne thought needed more spikes and fire pits. He'd normally agree, but that wasn't the tone he was going for so he politely disregarded her suggestions. He left her house that evening feeling revitalized; he'd forgotten how nice it was to have a full conversation.

He clattered in, and immediately bristled--he smelled the mess before he saw it. He dashed into the kitchen, where torn and broken containers littered the floor. Sans stood half in the fridge, the shelves askew as he'd forced his way in to scavenge.

"SANS!"

Sans startled, skittering backwards and knocking even more tubs of leftovers to the floor. Pulling free, he stared at Papyrus with eyes wide, his snout stained with the evidence of his crimes. He'd broken into the newly reopened food museum and destroyed it.

"Sans, I can't believe you!" Papyrus scolded, tail lashing. "I'd ask why, but not only do I already know why, it's not like you'd even answer! Ugh! You knew I was going to be back soon, you could have just waited! Or gone to Grillby's like you always do!"

Sans glanced away, then sat with a sorry whimper.

"Fine, but you're helping me clean this up! This is the worst mess of things you've made yet!"

Sans whimpered again, and tried to approach to give an appeasing nuzzle--but Papyrus pushed him away.

"Oh no, not until you clean yourself up too! I can't believe you're my brother sometimes, ugh!!"

Sans backed away, looking defeated. He cast about, then tried to gather up some of the wayward containers, sweeping them into a pile with his claws. He looked up and gave a questioning hoot, but Papyrus snorted.

"No, you can do better than that! Come on, let's get the shelves cleaned off and put back in first."

The whole process took longer than if Papyrus had just done it himself, but Sans had clearly slipped again--hard, this time. He struggled to use his hands instead of his jaws to manipulate the items he'd scattered, didn't understand the order they needed to do things in, and Papyrus kept having to get him back on task. He was so frustrated that when Sans tried to sneak a few more bites, he hissed at him--it stopped Sans on the spot, but he spent the rest of the time worried he'd begun slipping too.

They finally finished the fridge, and Papyrus grabbed a washcloth and his brother's skull to give it a proper scrub; Sans protested only weakly before quieting down and laying still until the ordeal was over. Papyrus tossed the washcloth in with the rest of the towels they'd used to wipe up the fridge, then trotted to the living room with a huff. It'd been a while since he'd been so genuinely frustrated with his brother.

Sans lay on the kitchen floor for a while before finally getting to his feet slowly. He plodded into the living room, saw Papyrus had taken the couch to watch TV, and settled to the floor nearby. Papyrus didn't want to talk to him. He hadn't even done anything that bad or surprising--the fridge was a beacon of temptation for a monster who liked food as much as Sans did. But he wasn't even trying to resist, or be more like his true self, even when everything had otherwise gone back to normal. It felt like he didn't care--about himself, or about him. And that was what had Papyrus upset.

The following day remained tense. Papyrus was still frustrated, and ignored his brother while he bustled around the house and got ready to continue working on his puzzle, paying no mind when he hooted an inquiry at him. He couldn't even tell if Sans was with it today or not, and didn't want his help anyway. He hurried out, and threw himself into puzzle construction.

At one point, he felt a presence--someone watching him. His instincts told him to look, it could be danger--but he refused, focused on digging the trench for an electrical line. He had work to do, and he wasn't going to let anyone distract him. He'd forgive his brother eventually--it wasn't really Sans' fault he was like this. But right now, Papyrus was tired of having a beast for a brother.

He finished digging out the placements for his pressure pads, and wiped his claws in the snow before picking up the tools he'd brought and heading for home. There were tracks in the fresh powder--so Sans had been out here at some point. Papyrus huffed. Who knew what he'd come back to this time.

But he opened the door and found everything in order. There were no new smells, and Sans was laying on the couch, watching TV. He got up when Papyrus entered, trilling a greeting--but Papyrus sighed and trotted past. Sans watched him go, and was quiet the rest of the evening, even as Papyrus went about making dinner. There was nothing to say.

Papyrus found the house empty when he got up the next morning.

"Sans?"

His room was empty, as were the living room and kitchen, and a pit of dread formed within Papyrus' ribs. Had he pushed him away? Had he fled, for the final time, to live as the beast he thought himself to be? Had he lost him for good...? He paced, and that's when he finally noticed the sheet of paper on the floor where Sans had laid the other night. For a brief moment Papyrus considered the possibility his brother had become stationery... then realized it was a pun, and had to choke back his own laughter. He'd have to tell Sans that joke at some point, provided they could get everything between them sorted out. He approached the paper, and studied it.

It was crudely drawn--Sans had never been artistically inclined like he was, and he hadn't been practicing his manual dexterity, so the rough, unsteady lines were to be expected. But the scene was clear--Sans had drawn stars along the top of the page, and a line at the bottom representing the ground. There was even a scribbled out attempt at an echo flower. It was the wishing room, and in the center of the page, he'd drawn a little stick figure of himself looking up. Was that where he'd gone...?

Papyrus set out at a brisk trot. The wishing room wasn't far, it'd be easy to find out what his brother was up to. He wove past other early risers and leapt over bridge seed puzzles before finally arriving at the cavern, eyes darting. It wasn't a large room, so his brother had to be close... There! The soft light reflecting off his bones almost made Sans appear to glow. He was sitting near the far end of the passage, looking up at the stars just as he'd drawn. Papyrus approached slowly, unsure what his brother was planning--it was just as likely a prank as it was something genuine.

Sans saw him approaching, and the relief that crossed his face was clear. Maybe this wasn't a prank. He stood as Papyrus drew near, and for a moment, they simply faced one another. Sans opened his mouth.

"hhhheya brro," he rasped.

Papyrus tackled him.

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled, but this time it was out of joy. "You--you did it! You're talking again! I'm so--it's--Sans!!!"

Sans chuckled, not even trying to fight the pile he'd been wrapped up in. "ssstill hard, but, tryin'. wanted to. sssay sorry. for letting you down."

Papyrus extracted himself enough to look his brother in the eyes. "Oh Sans, I'm--I'm sorry for being so cross with you. It, just... I missed you! A lot! But it was like you didn't even want to try..."

Sans thudded his skull against his brother's chest. "sssorry. did want to sometimmmess. didn't want to... a lot. hard to choose. easy to... not think about it. but. like i ssaid. couldn't let you down."

"Oh Sans... I'm very, very glad that you tried! And! Succeeded!! In only one night? Normally you'd be sound asleep!"

"couldn't," Sans replied, his smile seeming bittersweet. "not with you mad. so, went out, howled, made noises i didn't know i could. glad i didn't sleep."

"W-well, I'm glad too. And, um... will you keep trying?"

"listen, i, uhhh, think i better. maybe it's easier to... not deal with everything, but... it's leaving you hanging, and, i can't do that to my bro."

"And you made me come all the way out here just to tell me this?"

Sans shrugged, finally pulling free to shake himself out. "dunno. felt right. think you tried to talk to me here a little bit ago or ssssomething?"

"I did! I'm glad you remember!"

"yeah. stars. i remember you talking about the stars, and how it was the calmest i felt that day. so, coming back here... just made sense."

"Wowie. That's very poetic, Sans."

"hey, i'm good for more than just puns sometimes," Sans said with a wink, and for the first time in ages, Papyrus felt like he really had his bother back

"Hard to believe as it is, it's true," Papyrus agreed, standing as well. "What may also be hard to believe is how much I've missed said puns."

"well, i'll do my best to make up for lost time," Sans replied lightly as they started to walk back. "just might take me a bit to get... star-ted."

"Oh my god," Papyrus said, but couldn't stop smiling. "Clearly, it will not."

#undertalethingem writes #bark at the moon fic #gaster blaster au #sans (undertale) #papyrus (undertale) #Undyne (undertale) #heads up that this is the last chapter i had done ahead of time! i'll try to get the next done in time but i can't promise anything ^^; #in any case i hope you've enjoyed what i've written so far ^^

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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[matan4il]

Hello! I'm currently reading all of your meta posts and i just really have to say THANK YOU. Not only they are very entertaining to read, but they're so well written and so detailed and they're truly a joy to read. So thank you, you've done an amazing job! I still haven't finished but I'm slowly going through all of them!

Having said this, I have kind of a loaded question for you. Maybe it's something other people have already asked you, in which case I apologize, i still haven't read those answers (so feel free to not reply, but):

Do YOU think buddie will eventually happen, canonically?

I see so many wonderfully excited people in your asks and ot warms my heart to see so much hope, but I personally cannot help but be very dubious and rational about the whole thing. I've been in fandoms for too many years and seen way too many ships be queerbaited/detroyed for the sake of no homoing the whole thing, and the situation with buddie is eerily similar to some of those ships. I don't really want to get my hopes up, especially since even the actors, for as professional as they might be, don't seem to have a good relationship anymore. Between them and Tim Minear being Tim Minear, I don't really see it going anywhere and it makes me sad + it kind of makes not really want to watch the show because i don't want to suffer though it shipping something that just makes me sad.

Essentially, what I'm looking for, is reassurance. You know way more than I do and you've analyzed every episode (and i'm guessing you've also watched a lot of interviews). What is your guess? I really want to hope, but i'm hesitant because i don't want to get my heart broken all over again, if that makes sense.

In any case, thank you for your time and, again, for all of your hard work, it's truly incredible! It had been a long, long time since the last time i saw meta posts so well written and so detailed in a fandom!

Have a great day 💕

Awwww, hi hon! :D Thank you so much for reading my meta and letting me know you're enjoying it, that makes my heart grow three sizes (at the very least)... And your words are so kind, I'm so grateful and will cherish your compliments! I hope the rest of my meta posts will bring you just as much enjoyment! *hugs*

I totally get the hesitance to invest emotionally in a non-canon same-sex couple. I've been there too, and I know what it feels like. I can tell you that in the past, I've had the weird (and lucky) experience that most ships of this kind that I liked, but suspected won't ever go canon, indeed didn't, and a few couples that I thought might, did. There's no doubt that there are way more ships of the former kind, but I think something that has always helped me is that I had a good sense of when a show won't go there, no matter how hard it would hint at the ship. 911 doesn't feel like one of those shows. It feels like one of the shows that could actually follow through on its own promises and narrative regarding Buddie.

Does that mean it def will happen? No. And I don't wanna promise that, because I can't. But I can tell you that I personally have hope. The very fact that I believe Eddie's whole introduction even back in s2 was meant, IMO, to make us entertain the possibility of this ship, I think that says it is very possible that it will happen. I'm not saying that back in s2 the show was def gonna go there, but I think it was gonna fly those sails and see where the wind might take this ship... and there's no doubt that the response was overwhelmingly positive, and that no other possible LI for either guy so far has been able to offer even a bit of competition. And I do think Tim has more experience than some producers with same-sex ships going canon (he was a part of the Buffy verse which had the iconic Tara and Willow, and the shooting scene in 413 very much parallels them), plus he's shown before that he listens to his fans and takes their wishes into consideration. I'm not saying it's the only thing dictating his decisions, but I do believe it informs them.

I also think Oliver and Ryan probably get along much better than people realize. We know that Oliver doesn't have to ever refer to Ryan or Eddie on his personal social media accounts, for example I think he's never explicitly referred to Megan West or to Taylor outside of interviews. Even when he was asked about them. And he has talked about Ryan supportively, even quite recently. But even if they hated each other, I do think they can be professional and give the audience an amazing onscreen couple (I'm not sure, but I think that was the case with the main ship that went canon on Castle, I believe the actors didn't get along in rl, but they still did a great job portraying lovers). Oliver and Ryan have both expressed support for Buddie in the past, and I'm sure they know what a positive effect Buddie going canon can have on their careers, so I'm pretty sure if it were up to them, Buddie would have gone canon already...

I hope this helps, lovely! Thank you again, so much! And may you have a gorgeous day! xoxox

And if you or anyone else are looking for other replies of mine, you can find them in my ask tag. xoxox

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[mcyt-imagines]

hi hi ! first off, just a tip if you'd like more requests/asks in general you should prob turn on anon since this is like the only time i've sent a non-anon ask. but anyways, i'm assuming requests are open and i'd like to ask if you would write either just ranboo fluff in general or something like the tommy confession headcanons but w ranboo :D what you've posted so far is great <3

Thank you so much for letting me know! I thought I had anon turned on already, but it’s 100% turned on now! Regarding your request I got a little carried away and wrote both some general fluff and some confession headcanons for Ranboo so this post is a little long... Hope you enjoy! :D

(It’s important to note that these headcanons are a combination of ones pertaining to his Minecraft character in the dsmp and him outside of the dsmp roleplay!)

General Ranboo Fluff

- Dreamsmp Ranboo -

The first time Ranboo cries in front of you is when you confess to him and he is so happy and relieved that you reciprocate his feelings. He even smiles through the pain of his tears as you panic to cover the skin beneath his eyes, so your hands catch his tears to stop the pain.

Ranboo likes to ask if you need any resources from time to time and once you finally give in and answer, he spends the rest of his day trying to collect as much of it as he can. This has led to a few incidents in which you came back to your shared indent in the snowy mountain to find a chest stacked full with polished stone and countless ores. You’ve scolded him but the way he responds with big puppy dog eyes wishing to “just be helpful.” Sets the butterflies caged in your chest free every damn time.

Ranboo in addition to asking you for want you want he is also very observant in noticing what you need. Any tools close to breaking? Brilliant, he’s already got three more of the same tools ready for you to grab when you need it. He also names them using the anvil to some silly super cheesy pet names.

One of his favourite things to do with you is stargaze. You both travel to the top of your snowy mountain and clear out a space free of snow to lie down and simply hold each other. Ranboo has started asking Techno (on the nights you are away) to point out the stars and tell him their corresponding stories. He happily relays all of this information to you in exaggerated detail, looking at you in awe as your expressions change with the twinkling lights above.

Ranboo almost always carries a little umbrella around with him in case it begins to rain. Most of his friends notice and all start to buy him some. He now has a full collection that line his wall just next to the door. It’s those small things that allows him to remember who his real friends are.

Ranboo LOVES having his hair played with. He will fall asleep within minutes of you beginning to tousle his hair as he rests his head in your lap. He may make soft enderman noises, but you don’t dare tell him. Content on keeping that little secret to yourself.

Ranboo has to be kinda careful around snow considering that if it melts it will hurt him. Meaning he has to sit out on any snowball fights that occur. And they occur more frequently than you would think. It usually starts with Phil throwing a rogue snowball at Techno when Phil notices him slumping his shoulders. Which means it doesn’t take long until it’s a full-blown war. You usually find yourself smack bang in the middle of it and have to dive down to avoid getting pummelled in the crossfire. Ranboo will call you over to hide behind Techno’s house. As the onslaught continues between the two. you giggle and commentate over the fierce battle together.

- Outside of Dreamsmp Ranboo - 

Ranboo enjoys watching you whenever you are focused on something. He’s incredibly observant and finds himself mimicking the small little nuances he sees you exhibit. He gets incredibly flustered whenever you notice that he’s picked up on them, but he doesn’t bother to deny it.

Ranboo finds himself staring at you a lot. He doesn’t mean to but he can’t help it. You catch him frequently, “Watching me real closely, hm?” He tries to stutter out an answer to defend himself, but you just smile and tell him it’s okay.

Ranboo finds a lot of comfort in doing ‘domestic’ activities with you. However, one of his personal favourites is when the two of you go out to get groceries together. His mum will give him a small list and he’ll try his best to dawdle around the store whilst swinging your intertwined hands to make the visit as long as possible. It makes him think of a future in which the two of you get to do this every single week and that alone warms his heart.

Ranboo always has to be near you, he doesn’t have to be physically touching you but he prefers to just be stupidly close to you. It always makes you laugh when he sits just close enough to you that you don’t touch, so now he has to do it forever.

Your laugh is one of his favourite sounds. To the point that if you giggle or laugh at something, he will just keep doing it over and over again for as long as you keep laughing at it. Which eventually leads to the both of you red-faced and gasping for air.

Ranboo is a terrible cook. But he tries so hard to follow recipes and they always flop. He also for some reason, cannot attempt cooking without making an utter mess of himself. Whether it’s spilling flour all over himself, getting egg yolk splatter somehow in his hair or just spilling copious amounts of milk on the floor so that he slips. This boy is a walking, talking kitchen DISASTER. So now he can only cook with you supervising him. Which turns out, wasn’t as much of a punishment as it should have been. As your tutelage seems to have slightly improved his cooking skills. However, now you also get flour spilt all over you as well.

Ranboo Confession Headcanons

- Realising he likes you - 

Ranboo denies he has feelings for you at first. Believing that you’re just a good friend whose company he really enjoys. But the more he focuses on your friendship the quicker he realises he would prefer if you were more to him than that.

This thought alone sends him into a little bit of a spiral for a few days. Grappling with the thought of rejection and the guilt he would feel if he ever hurt you.

He spends most of the time grappling with his feelings he continues to try and act as normal as possible around you. You finding out would be his worst nightmare.

Ranboo realises he has absolutely no history in the dating department and desperately needs some guidance. He may ask Phil on a whim who would try his best to give the poor panicked boy some words of wisdom. Ranboo takes the advice to heart immediately, promising Phil he will update him on how his feelings for you turn out.

Ranboo finds himself writing about you in one of his many journals. He finds putting words on the page seems to help clear his mind. He tries to script his confession a few times. Desperately floundering to find the right words, but he always seems to fall short. He usually ends up scribbling all over those pages until you can barely tell someone had even written on them. Hoping to somehow erase the thoughts in the process.  

He even tries drawing you a few times when he finds himself with enough spare time. He doesn’t think they’re any good though. Sure, the sketches look like you, but they don’t make him feel the way you do. When he looks at the page his chest doesn’t tighten because of your beauty, but instead because of the way you’ve made him feel. Which he comes to the sad conclusion is something he simply cannot capture in his words or his drawings. He has to show it through his actions. Not exactly his strong suit. But he’s determined to do right by you. So, he devises a plan.

- Confessing to you - 

This boy plans the whole day down to a t, he has multiple back-up plans just in case his first one falls short.

Ranboo invites you over for lunch. Arriving at his place you notice how clean it is. He spent the last few days cleaning it top to bottom.

You spend a few minutes in the house chatting. You notice Ranboo is on edge almost immediately. Shoulders a pinch too tight, his smiles a little too wide and none of them reach his eyes.

You ask what you’re going to be having for lunch and he reveals a wicker basket from his kitchen. “A picnic!” Your heart warms, “I would’ve brought something if you’d told me beforehand.” He smiles at that, “Exactly. I even cooked without you, you should be proud.” 

He shuffles on his feet a little, wishing to be praised, “We’ll see how the food tastes first, maybe then I’ll tell you how proud I am.” You tease, moving to elbow him lightly. You notice the way his face flushes as you move into his space. His mother appears from upstairs, “Are you two leaving? I could drive you, y’know!” “No thanks mom!!” He is quick to grab your hand and practically drag you out of the house and away from his all knowing mom.

The bus ride is on the longer side and you find yourself feeling brave enough to scoot a little closer to Ranboo. “Hey, is it okay if I?” You gesture between your head and his shoulder, the cute, shocked expression he sends you causes you to grin. “Uh s-sure!” 

You softly press your head against his shoulder, “Thanks, pretty comfy shoulder you got here should’ve asked you to share it sooner.” You tease, nuzzling his shoulder lightly just for a reaction. And you get one alright, his skin goes such a lovely shade of red all the way up to the tips of his ears. You giggle softly, trying your best to hold it in and failing miserably.

You even manage to fall asleep despite your own heartbeat quickening at Ranboo’s closeness. You are tapped awake by him, “Hmm?” You rub one of your eyes knowingly appearing adorable and the way he looks at you makes it all worth it. “It’s our stop soon, we gotta get up.” 

You nod and lazily stand and he follows suit. Only for the bus to brake abruptly, promptly shoving you into his chest. He wraps his arms around you quickly to steady you whilst you desperately cling to the wicker basket, “You okay?” You both mumble to each other before laughing it off and nodding. “Oh crap.” Ranboo grabs your free hand and you both scramble to get to the front of the bus to hop off. Sparks fly up your arm at the extended contact, even as you jump off the bus.

Ranboo happily leads you to a spot he had picked out earlier in the month. A soft patch of grass below a large willow tree that now sways softly in the warm breeze. You set up your carefully packaged feast with haste now that your stomachs are grumbling.

Ranboo forcefully tries to make himself relax knowing you’ve probably noticed his tense state by now. But you choose not to push him on it, taking an educated guess on why he’s so stressed.

You are quick to compliment his cooking skills when he divvies out a freshly baked quiche.  Even though you know his mom for sure did most of the work. It’s the thought that counts. You hope that may snap him out of the stupor he seems to be in. However, no such luck.

“Hey Ranboo, do you want to talk about something?” Ranboo goes into full panic mode. He did not have a plan for you asking something like this. He thought you weren’t confrontational!! You watch as his expression changes rapidly. You look away, “You don’t have to tell me, it’s okay. I just thought you might want to-“ 

He takes one of your hands in his. Why is he doing this??? This isn’t part of the plan at all! “I…” His throat goes dry. All those hours obsessing over what he was going to say to you are sent out the window when he finally meets your eyes.

“I think I like you.” He hasn’t realised he’s even said it until its waaaaaay too late. Your eyes widen, you didn’t think he’d actually admit it to you. You squeeze his hand as you watch his eyes seem to lose focus, “I like you too.” He is silent for several long moments until he starts blinking rapidly, “Huh!?” The look of utter surprise on his face causes you to burst out laughing.

“Wait, wait, wait you’re serious?” He grabs your arm as a grin slowly starts to creep onto his face. “Sure am.” And as you meet his gaze you realise that his grin actually reached his eyes, for the first time in a long while. 

“So, you gonna kiss me now or what?” You tease as his face shines a dark red. “W-well I, uh-“ His stuttering only allows for you to sneak closer and press a firm kiss to his cheek. Somehow, he grows even redder and you sigh pleasantly. “My heart definitely made the right choice with you Ranboo.”

Meanwhile Ranboo is too busy freaking out over the fact that you weren’t even meant to find out he liked you until you were stargazing together later tonight. His plans are utterly ruined! But as you squeeze his hand again to bring his thoughts back into the present, he wonders that perhaps spontaneity isn’t such a bad thing sometimes.

~My ask box is always open if you’ve got any requests or just want to vent about the dreamsmp lore!~

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[crymeariveronceagain]

Oh my gosh. The Princess and The Popstar.....wow. It. Was. AMAZING! I literally stayed up until three am reading it, on a school night.

I'm so tired. But...WORTH IT.

Anyways, I'm wondering if you have any more sokeefe soulmate aus? Maybe with angst?

I mean, it's fine if you don't, but those stories were so good it would be a shame if there weren't more.

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

I'm so glad you liked it, and I hope you didn't suffer too badly the next day in school.

Anyways...

I'm not sure if you've read any of my other works but...

If you haven't, my dear frenchfries, I have much to offer thee.

Behold, a list:

I'm Tired, You're Lonely: The first Sokeefe soulmate au I wrote. Angsty af, be sure to heed the tags. It's pretty dark, but like, it ends on a happy note. So there is that!

imperfect halves: also angsty as frick,Sophie's got PTSD and Keefe has abandonment trauma. Together, they're soulmates. They're 100% not okay with that. They'll figure it out eventually.

Your Love Is Like Hanging On: OH MAN. Mostly canon-compliant-up-until-a-certain-point pain-sharing soulmate au. So angsty it's hard to breathe around, but the ending will make you want soulmates to be canon in the kotlc universe. There's also my ranting about how horrible canon has been to me in the end notes. It's a great time.

Maybe One Day You'll Understand Why: Major. Character. Death. So, you know that one soulmate au that's like, it's not the first words that they say to you that show up on your skin, but the last ones? So you don't know you had them until they're gone? Yeah. That.

fate has been cruel(to give me someone like you): Angst. Angst and comedy. Some batman masks. A few cases of delirium. And lots of attempted kidnapping. And some stabbing? Medical innacuracy? But my attempts at comedy as well, so like, i figured it would balance itself out.

Things Continued As They Had Been: PLATONIC BABY SOULMATES MEET ON CHRISTMAS DURING CHURCH ITS FLUFFY AND SWEET AND SUGARY. Tiny bit of angst, not a lot, because they're like... 11. It's just fluffy and platonic. Not what you asked for, but you might want that after "Maybe One Day You'll Understand Why".

So far, these are all I've written. There will most likely be more. I'm a sucker for this trope.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!!!

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[anordinarymuse]

Could you maybe write a Remus Lupin (I love him sm ), x reader, when the reader is worried that they will get bad grades so they kinda overwork themself and stuff, but then Remus resources them that they will do well in exams? If you don't mind :)

i love remus sm as well hehe. and i don't mind ofc i'd like to write it, after all i'm the one who asked you to request something-

arithmancy.

Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary : if you've never cried while doing math hw i don't trust you.

Warnings : a cute fluff hehe; unedited.

Word Count : 955

A/N : um our queen Helen McCrory died today. a moment of silence for her.

also took my psat's today and that's why i was so excited to write this lol.

the masterlist.

request here.

You were seated at one of the tables in the Gryffindor Common Room, near the crackling fire. It was way past midnight, but you were still going at it with your studies.

You had been permitted to stay in the Common Room past curfew since last time when the Head-boy told you to go to bed you began screaming hysterically on the verge of tears. Ever since, he's left you alone.

It wasn't that you enjoyed your studies, that was far from the case, however, you didn't want to fail. You had picked the easiest classes possible, well, except one, and still you were having trouble studying for their OWL's. And it wasn't any help that everyday it felt as if you kept falling farther and farther behind.

The hardest class you're taking for sure is Arithmancy. Your parents were normal, or as everybody here at Hogwarts says, 'muggles.' You parents took great interest in your studies, and when they saw Arithmancy it happened to be the only subject they knew the slightest bit about. Because you wanted to make them happy, you signed up. Big mistake.

Even though you had been studying your Transfiguration for hours now, you still hadn't the slightest idea of what was going on. None of the information you picked up stayed, it just all left your head.

Growing frustrated of Transfiguration, you push it aside, sighing as you grab your Arithmancy work.

You stare at the numbers, feeling defeated that you can't seem to figure out any of the answers. Your relentlessness puts you in tears, you throw you head on top of the papers. A mixture of exhaustion and discouragement soaking your parchment.

"Y/N? Are you...alright?" A familiar voice asks, you can hear the portrait swinging and locking behind them.

Humiliated, you lift your head off your papers, looking up to see who it is.

Remus.

What's he doing here?

From the corner of your eye you see his Prefect badge, gleaming in against his dark robes.

Right, he's a bloody Prefect.

Your cheeks flush red, hoping that the dimness of the room hid the color in your cheeks, not wanting Remus to take notice. You quickly wipe away the tears under your eyes, looking away as you do.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you mumble, shuffling your papers back together in one straight pile.

"Are you sure?"

"I said I'm fine," you snap, giving him a piercing glare until you realize what you've done, slapping your hands over your face. "I'm so sorry, Remus- I didn't mean to snap at you I- I- I've just been working all day and night and-"

"It's ok, Y/N," he grins, though his eyes look hurts, making your stomach twist. "So Arithmancy?"

"Um...yeah..." you look back down at the illegible writing of smudged ink, due to your tears.

"I'll help you," he scans the homework over before pointing one of the equations, that in your eyes look jumbled. "Try this one."

Reluctantly, you grab you quill, adding and subtracting the numbers until you come up with an answer. You scrunch up your nose at the answer you've written, it'd be impossible for it to be right.

You bite your lip embarrassed of your stupidity. You blink to try and keep the incoming tears to stop from forming, not wanting to cry in front of Remus.

"Look here," he points to the parchment, "You did all the steps right except for this one. Let me show you a trick I thought of."

He takes the quill from your hands, flipping the paper around, and he begins writing something on your parchment. When he finished, he flips it back to you. It looks almost the same, only it's shorter...?

"Try it again this way. It'll be easier."

You try again, this time it makes more sense, surprisingly. You hand back the paper for Remus to check, he smiles as he surveys the parchment.

"See! You did it Y/N!" He cheers, flipping the paper back so it faces you, pointing your correctly solved equation. "All I did was add these three numbers first so it looks shorter," he pauses and tilts his head, furrowing his brow. "I don't know if that makes any sense..."

You look back down at Remus' version of the equation. Somehow, it did make sense.

"Wait- no I get it now. That was such an easy fix," you grin in amazement at the parchment, suddenly feeling ashamed that this was how easy it was to figure it out. "God, now I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be, since you've figured it out, the OWL's will be a breeze. I'm not supposed to tell anybody but Professor Vector told me that what you just answered is basically his OWL's," he tells you as you finish the Arithmancy sheet. You give it back to Remus who grins as he checks your work. "You got them all right! You're going to do amazing Y/N, don't worry so much."

"You're sure...?"

"I'm sure, besides I'll help you with whatever is next," he turns to stare at the abandoned pile of failed Transfiguration work, "Transfiguration?"

You nod slowly, eyeing the pile of Transfiguration with worry.

"Y/N, you've got this. I mean look, you just did the Arithmancy sheet without any problems," his smile is wide as he points out your newest accomplishments. "You're doing really good Y/N, I promise. Better than Peter that's for sure."

You giggle at his joke before blushing and biting your lower lip while pressing your lips together, hiding your smile from Remus' earnest reassurance. You catch a glimmer of pride for you in Remus' eye, which in turn makes you feel all warm and cozy on the inside.

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