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intoxicated-chan · 6 days

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Daryl Dixon request! You and Daryl have just recently got together a few months ago! You and Daryl wander off from the group when you're on the road too look for food water ext, you both get a bit frisky and your sexual tension builds(maybe a bit of bickering), but it’s dangerous, so Daryl takes you against the tree your legs wrapped around him your back against the tree a gun in hand just in case a walker hears, but he’s also kissing you to muffle your moans 💕💕

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Summary ➳ Daryl fucks you against the tree. (Idk what else to say)

(A/n) ➳ I am not made to write smut! Most of one-shot is just fluff and only a couple hundred words is smut... I’m sorry.

Word Count ➳ 1.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, sexual content, mainly fluff, little smut, typical TWD violence, swearing, pet names (Sweetheart, darlin’), getting caught but not knowing? Unprotected sex, p-in-v, outdoor sex, creampie...

“I ain’t gonna say it again.” You pushed Daryl as the two of you walked through the empty streets. “Move your damn ass.”

“Stop yer damn whinin’.” Daryl retorted. “And I know yer ass ain’t talkin’ crap when ya nearly lost yerself in places like this and I had to find ya.” Finally, he picked up his pace, just like you wanted him to do for the past two hours, maybe more.

You rolled your eyes, arms crossed and scoffed but quickly shut yourself up when you tripped on your own feet.

“I heard that.” Daryl commented.

“Piss off.”

“Swearin’ ain’t gonna scare me away sweetheart.” He chuckled and stopped, loading his crossbow as he caught sight of a lone walker. “Yer stuck with me.” He murmured, aiming the crossbow with a finger on the trigger.

“Sadly.” You playfully sighed, standing back as you let Daryl deal with the simple threat.

How long has it been? Three- no, four? Yes, four months. You both had strayed from the group, a habit you both developed over the past few months, much to the group’s dismay.

“Top that.” Daryl said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He walked to the dead walker, putting his foot on its head to pull the arrow out of its skull. “Now, ya sure we ain’t lost?” He asked, wiping the blood from the arrow.

You shot him a grin, unfolding your arms and placed them on your lips. “Lost? Please, I could navigate these roads blindfolded.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow. “Remembered that happened when I left ya with Rick.”

“Please, don’t remind me.”

“Then stop lyin’.”

You shook your head. “Then do you have any idea where we’re headed, Dixon?” You asked, as you pulled at the straps of your bag, trying to relieve your shoulders.

Daryl shot you a glance, his smirk turning into a genuine smile. “Jus’ followin’ the trail, darlin’.” He answered in his trademark gravelly voice. “Ain’t like we got a map or somethin’.”

“Well, let’s hope your tracking skills are as good as you say they are.”

He huffed but then laughed, his eyes moving to what’s in front of them for any sign of movement. “Trust me, (Y/n), ain’t no walker gonna sneak up on us while I’m around.”

Your smile dropped by the sound of rusting in the bushes beside the road. Daryl aimed his crossbow while you unsheathed your knife. Slowly, they approached the source of the noise, ready to attack.

But you gasped, a small rabbit darted out from the bush, scurrying away into the distance. Daryl lowered his crossbow.

“Looks like dinner jus’ ran off.”

You clicked your tongue, sheathing your knife as you reached into your bag. “Guess we’ll have to settle for canned beans again.”

The two of you decided to make camp when you noted the sunset, and you knew it would be some time before you reached the group. Daryl gathered dry twigs and branches, making a small fire.

Sitting side by side on makeshift logs, you both shared a meal of canned beans that were heated by the flames. The fire flickered over the silence, luckily, you both were comfortable.

Though you side eyed Daryl when he refused the spoon, he found it easier to eat with his hands. Daryl looked at you as you ate, noticing the pistol he had given you for protection wasn’t on or near you. “Where’s the gun I gave ya?”

You hesitated for a moment, scrapping the sides of the can with your spoon. “I... I couldn’t get it to work.” You admitted sheepishly. “It feels like it’s clogged.”

Daryl sat his half-eaten can of beans to the side and licked his fingers clean. He reached down to your bag to retrieve the pistol, examining it near the fire. His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to find the issue.

As he worked, you couldn’t help but stare. The way his rugged features were softened by the firelight, the way his gruff hands moved with such precision... It made you rub your thighs together.

He was always skilled with his fingers, making you crumble and become weak with just his hands.

“-Good to go.” Daryl’s voice made you jump, catching the pistol in time before it hit the ground. “Test it out.”

You looked around. “Here?”

“There’s a silencer on it for a reason.”

“And waste bullets?”

“Ya gonna complain or try it?”

Daryl pointed at a tree not far but barely visible. “Try it,” he stood, motioning for you to stand. But you just stared at him. “C’mon.”

You stood and looked where he pointed, it was a tree with a giant rock to its left side. You gripped the pistol and aimed it.

Daryl moved behind you. “Ya gotta straighten your posture.” He murmured, his voice low, his hot breath hitting your ear. “Like this.”

Gently, he adjusted your stance, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a moment, longer than necessary. His hands, his voice, his breath... It all sent shivers down your spinel, a sensation that sent a rush down to your cunt.

“Is this better?” You said, your voice barely audible.

Daryl nodded, you couldn’t see but there was a faint smirk. “Much.”

“Should I-” You stumbled when you felt his hands come on your hips, you felt your face starting to burn. “Daryl?’

He hushed you. “Don’ think.” He replied softly. “Go on, fire it.”

“I can’t.” You retorted. “Walkers are nearby-”

Daryl snatched the gun and pushed you against a tree, you didn’t see it coming. “Guess I gotta keep ya quiet.” He muttered, leaning in. “Think I didn’t notice ya starin’? Oglin’ me? So damn desperate.”

“Ain’t my fault.” You said, shrugging, trying to act natural. “Looking like a goddamn meal.”

“Wanna taste?” Again, he spoke in your ear, nearly making your knees buckle.

“Please.”

“Then shut up.”

He used his free hand to pull you in a kiss, the hand that held a pistol remained by the side of your head. You immediately returned the kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck.

God, he tasted so good. He smelled so good, some fucking how. Or maybe it was your nose playing with you, but you didn’t care. You needed more of him.

You then jumped on him, using your own strength to keep you upright. It startled Daryl as he didn’t expect it.

Daryl's hand squeezed your ass, gaining a moan from you. He pulled back. “Gotta keep quiet for me.” He said. “Think ya can do that?”

Yu didn’t understand a single word that came out of his beautiful mouth, but slammed your lips against his, becoming addicted to him.

“Do me a favor.” Daryl hummed against your neck. “Unbuckle my pants for me.”

Maggie froze in place, lifting his hand up to stop Carol. “Did you hear that?” She murmured, it sounded like a whimper or maybe a moan.

“Sounds like a person.” Carol responded.

“Might be survivors.”

Nodding in agreement, Carol followed Maggie as she cautiously followed the source of the nose. Moving slowly and carefully, her guard was on high alert.

But she didn’t expect to see Daryl with his pants around his knees with your legs around his waist. The strap of your tank top fell past your shoulders, exposing one of your breasts.

It looked like his lips were glued to yours, he only took a couple of moments to catch his breath before they were back on you.

Carol sighed and covered her eyes turning away, honestly, she wasn’t surprised. She just didn’t think you both go as far as to do it out in the open.

“That doesn’t look comfortable.” Carol commented.

“It isn’t.” Maggie replied. “Should we-”

“Let them get it out of their systems.” Carol grabbed Maggie’s arm to walk away.

Daryl had you up against the tree, your back throbbing from the uneven trunk digging into your skin. Your lips are most likely swollen by now, saliva dripping down your chin.

There was something thrilling about being fucked out in the open with danger nearby. But there wasn’t a single ounce of fear with Daryl holding the pistol.

He felt your fingernails digging into him as he fucked you, he was getting off on it.

Your moans were always cut off, as well as your words. He took pleasure in seeing you getting frustrated.

Daryl felt your walls tighten around him, desperately trying to hold him in, chasing an orgasm.

And when Daryl comes, he does it inside. He manages to go deeper than before. You slumped against Daryl, eyes shut.

“don’ go sleepin’ on me now.” Daryl now had you standing on your feet, his only hand keeping you up as he looked around. “We got a couple hours before day. I say we use ‘em.”

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burstinn · 5 months

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Hello 👋, could I request some cod characters (perhaps Ghost, Price or Krüeger) defending a male military reader from a bunch of guys that are being homophobic to him?

Homophobes die

Warnings and Notes:

All relationships here is platonic or could potentially be seen as romantic

Krueger is somehow in the 141, just pretend he is.. Yknow.. Just pretend..

You get beaten the fuck up, your face is literally fucked up

Blatant homophobia

The only people shown is Ghost, Price, and Krueger

Being openly gay in the military is hard.

Not everyone has the same belief, but by God do they need to atleast be a little respectful.

Well, aside from some "out there" remarks about you or some men coming up to you just to ask to help them yknow take some stress off. They're not gay they swear they just needed to take it off without just jerking themselves off.

All that fun shebang, but then there's the 3rd. The people who go out of their way to just fuck with you.

They are literally the mix of the 1st and 2nd group. But make it 100 times worse, but they're favorite thing to do is more physical things.

Beating the shit out of you the chance they get. You're almost used to it now. Can't even snitch about it, they'll catch you before you do. Hell, they'll manage to spin some bullshit to make it your fault.

Which brings you toooo.. Today! The peak of Pride Month! Which you were reminded of by your good pals!

Being dragged off to a corner and beating the fucking shit out of you while congratulating you about pride month.

"It's gay month, hope your f---got ass is happy about that. This is your prize for it!"

"Maybe you were hoping to suck some dick today? No?"

Such great words really wow.

You couldn't really answer much.. Blood dripping out of your nose and pooling down to your mouth, pretty sure you lost some teeth.

Not like you can see either, brutal punches hit really hard. A black eye, a few broken bones.. Maybe your rib.

A few good kicks to the stomach. On your cock as well.

GHOST

- he heard it.

- He was looking for you and 'your pals' since you and them missed training and punishment is needed for that.

- Then he heard it

- stopping in his tracks and peering off in the corner seeing you getting beaten bloodied, black and blue.

- He needed to intervene shit look at you.

- He stepped out of the corner, grabbing the shoulder of one of the guys that was about to connect his hand to your face

- Anger courses through the guy who was about to punch turning around to see who dares grab him. Before his confidence falters seeing.. Lieutenant Ghost towering over them a fixed angered glare on them.

- "Prices office Now"

- There was no argument.. They immediately scurry off. Leaving you slumped over. Bloody, swollen.

- He turned his attention to you, carrying you in his arms.. Cradling you.

- "fuck, are you alright?" " hey! Stay awake soldier!"

- He pulls you close, running off with you in his arms. Demanding a medic.Immediately

- He leaves you to be patched up by the medics. Anger written in his face as he makes his way to Prices office.

- Price waiting on Ghost to explain what happened

- He looked like he wanted to kill them, he could've but he might get kicked out of military or arrested idk

PRICE

- He got a heads up a few minutes ago from Ghost that he was looking for you and these guy that were now in front of him.

- He did remember Ghost stalking off somewhere to find you and the dudes that were right in front of him

- He decides to not ask them and wait for Ghost instead.

- Once Ghost arrived, hearing the explanation made him seethe with frustration and disgust.. He knew you were gay but he didn't think people his soldiers no less would treat you like that

- He doesn't need to hear any more

- He discharged them immediately. Walking off with Simon to see you in medbay

- He had to make sure all his soldiers are safe

KRÜEGER

- He was walking by Price's office, He's heard a figh broke out and the person who was beat up was in the medics

- He might as well see who it was

- Just as he was about to fully pass by Price's office. He heard something..

- He stops in his tracks, leaning now against the door to listen.. And he heard everything

- His expression slowly growing darker and darker as he continues listening

- He's heard just about enough, He decides to skip seeing you.. He could comfort you later..

- I mean, You both were close but not that close. But still it's not like he can't not care about you.

- He has planned.. Something else for those men

- They went M. I. A after that, No one bothers to look. It's not the militarys problem any more..

°°°

| A Week Later|

"Hey.. Guten Tag, hey! Wake up"

.. Krueger.. He's waking you up

Furrowing your brow in annoyance before you force yourself to open your eyes..

You sit up tilting your head to look at Krüeger.

"Wie geht's?"

"OK, Mir ghet es Gut.. Danke, Krueger"

He nods, looking at your bandaged face.

"You should let 'im rest Krueger"

A deeper, more British voice comes from behind Krueger

"I'm just checking up on him"

Ghost is here too.. How nice, they took their time to see you

"Botha' you, Get back to work. Leave him alone"

And.. Price

" It's fine cap, I'm good"

"You sure? You still look messed up Don't worry we took care of them bastards, we discharged them"

Silence from Krueger.. Looking at the ground for a moment

"Ja... Yeah mmhm"

Weird.. But it's nice that these people care for you.

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blueroan-equestrian · 1 year

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What it could have been

Sirius and Remus raised Harry and snuffed out Voldemort earlier fluffy and supportive. Very introverted sub or maybe it’s a big little dynamic idk reader

Smut

I stumbled into the great hall where another study hall was being held. Students of all ages and houses were clustered around the hall. I searched the room looking for my friends. When a familiar voice hummed, “Hey gorgeous, why don’t you come sit with me?”

I rolled my eyes at Potter, “and why would I even consider that?”

Potter flashed a big smile, “Because… because we have a transfiguration essay together.”

I groaned, “We have a month to do that. I rather go study for the charm’s test we have tomorrow with my friends.”

“I can help with that. I’m good at charms and also need a good study buddy.” He continued.

I signed, “Alright, do you have the study guide? I lost mine.” I asked as I sat down with him.

His friend Hermione, handed hers to him, and he gave a triumphant smile, “yes.”

I rolled my eyes again, “Close enough,” I placed the booklet between the two of us a began to read a loud. “Alright…. So….um the Impervious charm makes an object water repellent. So does that mean that we can use our wands like an umbrella?”

“Yep.” He hummed.

“And for objects is it also like an umbrella or does it just become waterproof like a rain coat?”

“Um… like an umbrella. I don’t think that part will be on the test though.”

“Yeah… I suppose… the anti-Alohomora charm… really on the nose that one…” we continued until we were finally were dismissed.

“(Y/n), I know that I get on your nerves but I was hoping that it’s in a good way cuz I would really like to go on a date with you.” The usually cocky and infamously popular boy stood up fidgeting and nervous.

I raised my eyebrows, “Potter… you have never shown me any kind of interest before. You once glued me to my chair in potions class!”

Harry seemed to some how turned a even deeper shade of red, “Yeah, I’ve done a lot stupid things… glued you to your chair, your shoes to the floor…liked other girls even, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Well damn Potter, you just giving me whiplash! Dang… I don’t know… can I think about it?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, of-of course! Yeah! Take your time.”

…

I sat in bed with my book unable to concentrate. Knowing I had a test tomorrow didn’t help but Potter’s question was more prominent of a distraction. It was going to have to be dealt with now, if there was going to be any hope for sleep or even focusing for the test. So I headed out of my dorm and made my way to the Gryffindor tower. It wasn’t hard to get in the house or locate Harry who was laughing with his friends in his dorm. I know a violation but I was on a one track mindset kind of train so I made myself known, “Harry… I need to talk to you…” I say nervously.

Harry smiled confidently, “Of course darling.” He led me out of the house and to the astronomy tower, “Alright beautiful, what are we doing?”

“Why did you ask me out? Am I some kind of conquest? What is going on! (Pretty girls name) was gorgeous, I got why you dated her. But look at me, I look like a troll compared to her.” I asked clearly beginning to spiral.

Harry took ahold of me firmly, “Look at me, I think you are gorgeous. And you are over thinking this. I like you. We have good banter and I think chemistry too. I know I make you anxious because you will never sit with me the first time I ask. You are quiet until you aren’t and I love when you aren’t. You get really into the topic and you just explore it completely. I want to get to know that person. That’s the point of dating isn’t it?” He chuckles.

“This isn’t some cruel joke?” I asked nervously.

Harry leaned forward until he was a breath away, “Have I ever led a girl on? No will I ever? No. Girl’s hearts is one of the few things I take seriously. Why don’t we move up that date and go snag some sandwiches from the kitchen and come back here.”

I thought for a moment, “Alright… but nothing funny.”

He smirked, “I will be the perfect gentleman. Promise… unless you ask for more.” He wriggled his eye brows.

…

The date well it was actually good and thus calmed some of my anxiety. So I was able to go back to bed and actually sleep and do well on the test. After the test I waved over Harry, “Library during free period?” I asked.

Harry gave me a cheeky grin, “Sure thing, what are we doing?”

“Our project… what else do we have to get done in the library?” I asked missing his insinuation.

He raised his eyebrows, “oh, yeah… that… sure. Meet you there.”

…

After some work, Harry stood up, “You are acting as if last night never happened! You were worried that I would use you but you go on a date with me, laugh and have a good time but now you act as if it wasn’t anything …”

I give him a look, and interrupt him “I was on a date with you during our free time. Potter… you said that you don’t play with girls hearts… well I don’t play with my education. If you want to cut it off here, I understand. But I’m not used to this dating thing, like this is me.”

He sat back down, “look at us here. Anxious messes… but can I get some flirting? Maybe a kiss?”

I rolled my eyes at his pouting but obliged him in a kiss, “There, now can we finish this before the next class?”

He smiled and swooped down to give me a quick peck and then agreed to finish our project for this sit down. We began to date and get to know each other’s kirks. A week before graduation, he asked me to meet his uncles. The ones who raised him and had quite the reputation. I found myself quite overwhelmed with the idea. “Don’t worry love, I’ve already told them that they need to be on their best behavior. So they won’t push you too hard or get too rowdy. It’ll be alright. Nice and quiet.”

…

Nice and quiet my butt! His uncle Sirius was so very ADHD you could spot it a mile away. He was very invasive and Harry had to remind him to back off. After we graduated we got a place of our own. It wasn’t anything outrageous but it was nice. Harry had quite a bit for him set aside. I sat in what would be our room on the floor holding an array of paint samples. Harry came in and sat on the floor next to me, “What are we looking at?”

“Paint samples. I can’t decide if I want a nice bright, happy color or more of a neutral color that will be easier to play off with the rest of the house. I don’t know… what do you think?”

“Pick the color that makes you feel happy.” He said kissing my cheek.

“Alright… sunrise yellow or sunset pink?”

“Why not an ombré?” He suggested.

“Yeah? I like that… I’m going to go get the paints!” I hummed hopping up and headed out.

…

Harry was always supportive of my little oddities and he always wanted to help when I was an anxious mess. I sat in bed waiting for Harry to get home from work, I had the day off but unfortunately he didn’t. So I spent the day taking it easy. But an hour before Harry got home I got myself together enough to go make him dinner. He came home and wrapped his arms around me, “Smells great, love.” He hummed.

“Glad you think so… how was your day?” I asked.

“Stressful… Malfoy is a pompous ass who loves to make an ass of himself!”

“Oh? What happened this time?” I hummed as I leaned back into him.

He squeezed me before going to sit down and letting me make him his plate, “You know, the usual bull shit.” He slumped down, “You know how I told you about that trial? … well you see the dick head couldn’t stop interrupting me during my interrogation.”

I chuckled as I set down our plates at the table, “Isn’t that apart of his job?”

He groaned, “Baby! You are supposed to be on my side!”

I giggled, “Oh, I’m sorry baby… let me start over. Hmm… that asshole! Is that better?”

He smiled, “Much. Now how was your day?”

I shrugged, “You weren’t here so I just napped most of the day… just got up to make you dinner really.”

He took a big bite of his food, “that sounds like a good day. Thank you for getting up to make me dinner, it tastes amazing! So I was wondering if you could get the last week of next month off because I was hoping we could go on a cruise with my uncles.”

I gave him a nervous smile shifting uncomfortably, “I’m sorry but I don’t know if that’s a good idea… Remus is lovely but Sirius makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Harry nodded, “I understand… but this cruise ship will be massive if he becomes too much then we can just find another area for a break.”

I raised my eyebrows, “your uncle has no ability to back off. Or boundaries.”

“Remus has promised to help get him to behave and Sirius himself said that pranks on or near you would be off the table as it’ll be an enclosed space and he knows none of us will be talking or socializing with him if he does anything to upset you. So you know… I know he’s a bit much but he won’t hurt you ever. I know he makes you anxious but he raised me and it would mean a lot if you could go on this family outing. Maybe come out of that introverted shell for just a little while. I love you as is but it would be nice if you ventured out every once in awhile.”

“He promised no pranks?” I asked tentatively.

“On you.” He corrected.

“Make it no pranks in general we both know how they go wrong, and it’s a deal.”

“Okay then he’ll have to make sure that you’re with him when he does them cuz he doesn’t know how to behave that much.”

“I will settle for just knowing the details. But okay.”

…

I sat on our bed with an empty suit case trying to think of what I needed but wasn’t really sure as I had never been on one of those things.

“Babe… oh?” Harry stopped in his tracks holding a few bathing suits in different cuts. “What’s happening here?”

“I don’t know what to pack.” I whispered.

He set down what he had and began to go through my things “Well we should have one jogger set as it’s supposed to be warm but it’s good to have something just in case. Like I said it’s going to be warm so plenty of shorts. Two jeans shorts, four comfy shorts. Some tank tops and t-shirts. Now you just need your toiletries, flip flops, to pick out your bathing suit and maybe some sunglasses. Oh!” He goes back to the dresser and grabs a handful of my underwear and plops them into the bag. “Nearly forgot to pack you some panties. That is probably needed.”

I blushed profusely, “Thanks babe… now what did you come in for?”

He smiled, “well I got some new bathing suits but I’m not sure what style I want. What do you think?”

I looked over the options, “I like the shorts and the cropped shorts.”

“Great, I will return the others. So excited!”

…

The day came when we were to head to the cruise and I had on a nice sun dress, a sun hat with sunglasses and white shoes. Harry matched his shirt to my dress and we met his uncles at the boarding area. “(Y/n), it’s good to see you.” Remus smiled as he extended his arms.

“You too… Sirius.” I acknowledge as I give Remus a hug.

“(Y/n)… so we all ready?” Sirius boomed.

We boarded the ship and headed to our conjoining rooms. The room was very nice and I couldn’t say it wasn’t comfortable, which helped my anxiety. I sat on the edge of the bed as Harry placed our clothes in the dresser. “This might be nice.” I hummed.

Harry looked over his shoulder with a smile, “Yeah? I hope so too. I know it’s not easy for you but I’ve been looking forward to this and I know that you get nervous about these things. So you feeling good?”

“Yeah… you know how I get. But right now I feel like I did when we first started dating.”

“Nervous but focused?” He chuckled.

“Yep… you know me well. So now what?”

“In an hour we’ll need to go to orientation and then we’ll have time to explore the ship.”

I nodded, “Okay so we have some time?”

He shrugged as he finished up and came to sit with me, “Yep, do you want to see if Remus and Sirius want to go over the itinerary?”

I nodded quickly and almost on cue his uncles entered the room through the adjoining room door. “You kids decent?” Sirius laughed.

I turned red while Harry simply threw an arm around me and squeezed, “Yeah, just got settled in and were about to go ask you to join us in planning the day.”

Remus nodded, “That’s a good idea, we have orientation today, then we should figure out where things are. Then stop for lunch. After lunch I already signed us up for an art class. Then some free time we could use to finish exploring the ship. Dinner and then we can stop by the theater. Today is mostly just traveling but tomorrow the good stuff will start.”

“Sounds like you already had that planned out.” Harry laughed.

“Of course, though I’m surprised (y/n) hasn’t already planned it.”

“It’s not my trip to plan and luckily Remus is like me in planning.” I chuckled nervously.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Neither one of you know how to relax.”

“Planning is relaxing.” Remus and I corrected.

Harry laughed and kissed my shoulder, “Well I appreciate it. But I think it’s time to head out.”

…

The day was easy and actually relaxing. When we got back I started to strip down to get ready for bed. Harry came up behind me and pulled me into his arms. “Come on baby get on the bed, I’m hungry.” I leaned back against him, “No need for clothes.”

I hummed and crawled up the bed and flopped down on the bed as asked with my legs spread for him. He hummed contentedly as he crawled up and laid between my legs. He kissed up my thighs until he reached my core. He dropped a kiss before he licked my slit and then delving into my core. He allowed me to push up my hips and ride his mouth. I let out a loud whine and he hummed contently. He swirled his tongue as he reached up with one hand to take ahold of my breast and played with them as his other hand grasped my thigh and held me close. I wriggled in ecstasy as he worked me enthusiastically, only pulling away once I had reached completion and came down from my high. The orgasms he gives me are always so intense. He crawled up my limp body kissing my skin as he went. He hovers above me and whispers, “princess, may I please use your body? I want to feel good too.”

I simply nodded and spread my legs more for him. He quickly stripped down before returning above me. He kissed me deeply before delving into my already overly sensitive pussy. I whine and he kisses me. “Are you comfortable pretty girl?”

“Yes… just sensitive… I am fine don’t worry.”

Harry nodded before beginning to find a rhythm he liked. He lowered his head beginning to nibble at my neck as he fucked into me. Moaning I try to meet his thrusts and help him chase his high but he pinned down my hips and growled, “Stay still my love, don’t want you to over exert yourself.”

I whimpered in pleasure at his display of dominance and came on his cock. He smirked before throwing his own head back and cumming loudly into me. He collapsed on top of me, remaining inside of me, “That was amazing baby. Always so good baby… want me to go start us a shower?”

I nodded and he rolled off me trotting off to the bathroom to start the shower before popping his head out, “it’s warm and ready love.”

I scurried over and we hopped under the shower of comforting warm water as we held onto each other savoring each moment. But we had to break apart and clean ourselves up before going up to bed to be able to get up in the morning. We really started bonding with his family on this trip.

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry james potter #harry potter x y/n #harry potter smut

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louisfriend-ironsulfide · 1 year

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Hi! Enormous fan of your work! I was wondering if I can request a clannibal fic? Can it be from Hannibal's point of view where he is thinking about Clarice and how he likes her more than he should and then it hits him like a truck he's in love with her? Idk if this concept has been done before but I would like to read your take on it nonetheless!

Thank you!! I’m finally getting around to the stuff in my inbox (it’s been a busy month!) so I’m sorry for the long wait~

This was a very cute request, and I love this sort of thing! I’m not sure if it’s been done before, but I gave it a go. I apologise if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it gave me the inspiration to write something in a rambling stream-of-consciousness style from Hannibal’s POV. It’s set at the end of chapter 101.

(Word count: 1566)

~+~

The thought that stopped him, sudden and still, as he moved to cross the expanse that separated them was one of love.

Ummm.

Love was such an immeasurably foreign and puerile concept to him, and yet he was suddenly suspended by it, like the drop of Chateau d'Yquem glistening in the warm firelight upon Clarice Starling’s skin… teetering on the edge of falling.

When had he fallen, he wondered?

For he certainly had, a long time ago.

He realized it that evening, knelt at her feet, as the last of his delusions (yes, he would admit that his goals for Mischa and the reversal of entropy had been delusions) were stripped away.

…

Over the course of the previous decade, Hannibal Lecter had found that a pleasant warmth swelled within him at the thought or, better yet, the sight of Clarice Starling. And he’d chalked it down, originally, to a deep sense of yearning for his lost sister Mischa.

Yet, he realized now that the deep-rooted sensation of pleasure that followed any mention of Clarice Starling was most certainly not related to wistful nostalgia, nor was it necessarily platonic or familial.

Kneeling before her then, with her pale skin exposed and the drop of wine still suspended in the firelight upon it, he seemed to see all at once across the bounds of his own experience.

Again, he asked himself that question; when had he fallen? Fallen; like Icarus, except it seemed as though he were falling towards the sun rather than away from it.

When had Hannibal Lecter gone from a casual observer of Clarice Starling, to an active and reverent pursuer; the type to risk his own freedom for nothing more than the pleasure of watching her run?

He thought back, and found many significant points of interest framed on the walls of his memory palace- little interactions that had slowly and periodically cemented her place in the forefront of his mind as a person of deep importance, worthy of his time and respect.

He remembered first seeing her, of course. He wasn’t sure he could ever forget it; the sound of her heels followed by her scent and then finally her face, simple and firm and steadfast.

It hadn’t been love at first sight; that was one of the very few things of which he was certain when it came to matters concerning her. He’d been intrigued by her, sure, and a little amused, but not in love.

He’d tried to toy with her, he remembered. Like a prospective buyer browsing kittens at a pet store, dangling a piece of yarn just out of the reach of each one.

Maybe he’d first begun to fall when she’d resisted his toying; when she’d toyed with him right back. When he’d tried to tear her down where she stood, picking apart all the little things he knew she’d be insecure about, and she'd met him with her level prairie gaze. She hadn’t been foolish enough to feign bravado and impenetrability. No, she’d been strong enough to admit that he’d hurt her, and then she'd shot at him right back.

Are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? It's hard to face.

Hard to face, indeed.

He continued on, tracking through the history they shared. The next thought that came to mind - the next poignant, shining scene that encapsulated so exquisitely her essence - was the evening on which she’d returned to him after finding his ‘valentine’.

It’d been so late, and yet she hadn’t gone home to sleep her exhaustion off. She could have returned to him the next morning. But instead she’d gone straight to that dim dungeon - to the pits of Baltimore - to discuss the severed head she’d discovered at his instruction.

She’d driven through the pitch black and she’d hurried down to his basement, dripping wet and smelling so sweetly of autumn and rain and natural musk and the tiniest hints of blood from her scratch. She’d forgone the chair to sit down, criss-cross-applesauce, before his cell so they’d been even.

Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass.

If she’d have leaned forwards any further, her face would’ve rested against the cold surface.

If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it.

He remembered how she’d jumped a little at the food slider, opening by her head, with his offering of the clean, folded towel within. It was one of the few nice things he’d owned, living within his sad little box. He hadn’t, at the time, been sure of why exactly he’d offered it to her. She’d taken it and toweled her dripping hair, and he’d watched from the darkness with a sense of falling.

Little things like that had endeared him to her. Little breaches of the rules. Things she did, things she said. Every unexpected turn she took, and every time she’d returned to him without prompting.

The shock of her hair in the otherwise dim and drab holding room in Memphis; the pleasure of her unexpected company and the immense glee he’d felt knowing he’d be able to converse with her one final time before his escape.

The shock of her hair had appeared again, so many times, and it stood out to him as a significant symbol. The walls of her dedicated room within his memory palace were painted that winter-sunset orange.

So many times had the ruddish color of her hair caused his breath to stall in his chest.

Twice he’d seen it in the newspapers when in Florence, when her face had been plastered unjustly across the dreadful tabloids.

Then again he’d seen it when she’d been bounding through Virginia State Park amongst the deer, her ponytail bobbing behind her, leaving seemingly a trail of light in her wake.

And then again, when he’d caught sight of her moving, silent and deadly, along the low wall of Mason Verger’s barn with one goal in mind; finding him.

He’d been seconds away from an undoubtedly slow and excruciating death. And, yet, all he’d been able to focus on as she’d cut him loose had been the color of her hair and how endeared he’d become to her southern drawl.

Then, of course, there’d been the two sharp snicks of the Sardinians’ darts, and he’d watched her hair arc as she’d fallen to the ground.

He’d lifted her deftly into his arms- she’d freed him, and now he would free her. It’d been the first time he’d touched her since Memphis.

He’d carried her away, and thus the next phase of their relationship had begun to flourish.

The days following the incident at the barn had been strange. It’d been an exploration for them both; finally, they were able to breathe, in that place outside of time on the banks of the Chesapeake. They’d finally had the opportunity to bathe in one another’s company after such an extensive period apart.

Days of healing. Days of talk. Days of sleep and strong broth and omelettes.

And, throughout it all, Dr Lecter had retreated into a clinical mindset; he’d stepped back from his own interests and he’d forced himself to view Starling objectively, as a patient more than anything, even as he’d stripped and stitched and washed and clothed and fed her.

Dr Lecter learned that obsession from a distance was very different to obsession in proximity. Clarice Starling- close enough to touch, and still simultaneously so far away from him.

He’d had to lock himself away because he was unsure of the ways in which he may have reacted, with her being so close and so free in her own wit; all due to the deep touch of the benzodiazepines he’d given her, to aid in her development and healing.

Again, he’d foolishly blamed the rising memories of Mischa for his loosening grip on his usually iron-clad control. He knew better, now, of course.

How blind he’d been… a psychiatrist, seemingly an expert in human nature, yet he’d still been so naive to his own emotions.

His clinical facade had finally started to crack when she’d stepped down the stairs earlier that fateful evening, swathed in pale silk and completely raw in her radiant beauty.

The crack had grown as he’d sat across from her at his long dining table under the gentle glow of the candles, her lips shining from the butter sauce.

And it had broken completely when the climax of the evening had arrived; when she’d knocked the teacup from the table. He’d watched the cup shatter - felt his own mind shatter with it - and the shards were still.

…

Hannibal Lecter blinked once, and found himself suddenly back in the present; back on the floor of the drawing room.

Clarice Starling was waiting patiently, her brows furrowed as she waited for him to move; so completely and utterly statuesque was he, aside from the rise and fall of his chest.

Her lips were parted slightly… pale skin, now flushed, tinged golden from the fire… tigers-eyes cast downwards on him, wide and wild and slightly unsure… the drop of wine quivering upon her breast with each labored breath…

And again, under the light of her exquisite beauty, he felt the full force of his realization;

Love.

Ah… So this was what it felt like?

How foolish. How utterly predictable. How all-consuming.

Hannibal Lecter fell gladly, as he bent to her coral and cream in the firelight his dark sleek head.

#clannibal #silence of the lambs #hannibal #ask response #thomas harris

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fruit-salad-ship · 1 year

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Au idea: full metal alchemist au where peach and gray are small town alchemists that plum keeps trying to recruit to be state alchemists but keeps failing to

Love is stored in the full metal au.

I gave this mild thought once, I think peach was an alchemist that used medicine as a weapon, but otherwise was known as a doctor. People would say she’s a good person who despite her grouchy behaviour would actually never hurt a soul undeserving. She’s swooped in and taken out military folk bullying towns people, and thrown hands with the worst kind of thugs around who’d come to her turf and start fights. Her alchemy is rooted in the idea that you can change the base structure of a human body, it’s just chemistry. You don’t have to touch the souls, that’s too far even for her, but the physical self? Hell yeah. Every human contains bacteria and acids that’ll spiral out of control in no time under the right conditions. She just…sets those up and accelerates them. She’s put stomach acid in place of cartilage, the fluid in your brain? Yeah that’s all filled with bacteria from your colon. She may just fill you with tumours, there’s potential in every body to do that. You will slowly rot, and by the time you die, she’ll be long gone. Your lungs? Yeah. They’re gonna swap with your kidneys now. Nothing works in your body without air, game over. She is boarder line horrific in a match and because she doesn’t like to use that kind of ability normally without real reason, she’s jacked and fights you with her fists normally. Her body is littered with tattoos. Each is a circle unique to her area of study, that frees her up from drawing the big complex diagrams normally used in a fight. She’s got one on the wrist however that is for turning her rings into knuckle dusters and back again. For a little aid if she’s not about to destroy someone’s entire physical being.

Greys the doting loving man she does not deserve, though his specialist I’m not sure of yet. He’s gentle and sturdy and creative, clever, but not fast nor mean, always the one to talk peach down from her rage, and she usually listens. Or makes someone sick in a way that it’s a ticking time bomb. They’ll perish elsewhere, and grey things she’s spared them their life. She has not, she’s just good at making it look like she has. Benefit to being a doctor, you know how long a body has to handle something like an infection or thinned heart walls, can essentially set up a heart attack. Who’s going to blame you? Natural causes right there.

Anyway yeah, grey. Idk, ideas? He’s not a fighter, but very smart. Maybe he could have looked into the study of automated machinery, not bound with souls but like, robotics? Sort of? I’m not sure if that’s a good fit, he’s a;ways the tough one to match.

Plum however was born into a military family, never cut loose, never wanted anything else, just to rise through the ranks and make her family proud. Thing is the more she sees, the more she realises the military isn’t all that good an organisation, and her want to be a pillar of justice and honesty is going to fail if she’s doing it under the guise of what her family stood for. She goes to make her own path, but does so from the inside of this institute. Her first job? Track down some worthy alchemists to take the places of those she’s lost along the way. A few come and go, and sure, they’re good at their job, but not groundbreaking, not special. That is until she hears of a doctor and her partner out in the middle of nowhere, curing things with alchemy in ways that haven’t been done before. The rules are followed, this isn’t a philosophers stone incident, but the doctors using a combination of new theories, modern practice, and alchemy baselines to make injuries that would take months to recover, heal in days. People go to her unable to walk due to injury, and she’s finding ways to fix it. A doctor like that would be useful.

Thing is, the closer plum gets to this, the more she realises this doctor is actually no doctor at all, unhinged, genius yes, but completely ungovernable. She follows no rules, she obeys no man, and refuses to cooperate at all when asked to sit and chat about military options. Plums tried to catch her in her garden, and ends up barred by huge bramble walls, or yeeted out by the very earth she stands on.

Plums actual alchemy itself is grounded in tradition, a practice handed down through several generations. She is smart, educated on many matters, and uses her abilities in a very flamboyant way, something she picked up from her mother. She is highly adaptable and has branched out to study as much as she could.

#fma au #this is one of my fav anime’s guys #you hit a passion topic #winner #fruit salad #brainrot

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theslay3d · 1 year

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hi hope ur having a good day!! could I please request a fic where reader and anakin have gotten eachother presents that are super meaningful to eachother and they open them together and it’s like kinda emotional and really cute!!?!? idk I’m just in that fluffy Christmas vibe 😳😳

Anakin Skywalker x Fem!reader

Gender: Female

Warnings:may not be cannon

Word count: 1318

A/N ok dont get mad in anything ISINT cannon ive read to many fanfics to keep track. ALSO first star wars fic

You were reading a book about planets and their holidays that they celebrate. You got to one that peaked your interest. It was called Christmas and it looked super cool. You continued to read about it till you got to a part that said “usually loved ones give each other gifts during these times”.

You tilted your head at the book already having ideas of what to get Anakin if he agreed to celebrate it. You snapped the book shut and walked out the library. You started to walk towards Anakin's room only having to talk to a few other Jedi along the way.

You finally made it to his door which was very close to your room and knocked on the door. “Just a minute!” You heard him yell from inside. You smiled at his voice already excited to tell him all about this Christmas holiday.

He opened the door and leaned against it. “Well angel what are you doing here i thought you were supposed to be in the library?”

You smiled up at him and said “I was until I found this amazing book about holidays on so many planets! And now we are gonna celebrate one!”

“Oh? Are we now? what's it called?” He grabbed your hand and dragged you inside his room.

“It's called Christmas! Well it is now it used to be Yule- ok before i ramble on i was wondering if you want to do it this year?” You sat on his bed as he pulled up a chair near his bed.

He smiled softly at you. “Of course we can, dear what do people usually do for it?” He leaned up and put a piece of your hair behind your ear as he said it.

You blushed and replied to his question. “Well usually you give gifts and decorate but since there obviously not a lot of christmas decorations maybe we could just exchange gifts”

“That's a great idea” Anakin said. He could already see the happy gleam and your eyes as you talked about it so he was excited for the actual day. “When is it?”

“Well for them its….im not sure the name of the month but let's just celebrate it in about a week? It gives us enough time to buy gifts”

“Alright angel”

“I'll give you more details about it throughout the week bye Anakin!” You got up quickly and left. You already had so many ideas that you wanted to write down before you forgot.

***Time skip***

It's been a few days since you got Anakin to agree to celebrate and now it was time to shop. It's a few more days until you and Anakin we're gonna celebrate. You've told him that it's usually customary to wrap the gifts and get a tree but you both decided to just wrap the gifts.

You were browsing the market looking for stuff when something caught your eye. It was something you've seen Anakin wear until he lost it. You walked up to the vendor and pointed to it and asked what it was. “It's a Japor Snippet”. You asked how much and paid for it.

It was perfect to give to Anakin. You knew that the other one came from his mom and knew you couldn't ever replace this hoping to reconnect it to the memory of his mother. You hoped that instead it could be a new memory for him.

Anakin knew that it was getting closer to the day you were supposed to celebrate and he was panicking. He had no idea what to get you and quickly dragged Obi-Wan into helping him. “I have no idea what to get her” He was pacing back in fourth as Obi-Wan sat on the couch.

“This holiday is called christmas right?”

“Yes Master i've told you this already”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the attitude Anakin had and said “Well how about instead of pacing back and forth and wasting time you go to the market or something and just look around?”

Anakin's eyes lit up “That's a great idea! You must come with me”

“No” Obi-Wan flatly said.

“Fine if you want to be stubborn then don’t come. You just won't get a gift from me then” Anakin walked out.

Before the door could close Obi-Wan yelled out “I don't even want a gift!”

“Yes you do!” Obi-Wan heard and then the door shut.

Anakin made it to the market and started to look around. He stayed there for about two hours about to give up when he spotted a bracelet. It was made out of the same two colors of yours and his padawan beads you used to have. He bought it and smiled. He finally had something to give you.

***Yes another time skip***

It was finally the day that you and Anakin were gonna celebrate and you were nervous. What if he didn't like the gift? Your thought spiraled for a bit until the timer went off. You set one so you knew when to go and get the food.

Both you and Anakin couldn't cook unless you wanted to burn down the whole temple so you agreed to go out and get food for the both of you.

You were on your way back after getting the food and brought it to your room to set on the table. After a few minutes of you setting it all up someone knocked on the door. You walked over and opened it

“Ani!”

He had a little bag with tissue paper at the top when he walked it. You hugged him and brought him to the table. “Food first?” You asked as he sat down. He agreed and you both opened up all the food and started eating.

You talked over many different topics until you both were done. It was finally time to open gifts and you both were excited. You moved down to the floor in front of your couch and went back and forth about who should go first.

Eventually he got you to go first. You grabbed the bag and took out the tissue paper. There was a box inside which you grabbed out and opened it. You let out a small gasp at what it was. A bracelet that had both the colors of your old padawan beads on it.

Anakin looked at you from where he was sitting across from you and smiled. “Oh wow Anakin i love it thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up from where you were sitting and leaned over to hug him. He laughed and hugged you back. “Ok ok my turn now”

You kissed his cheek and sat back down. You handed him his gift and bit your bottom lip in nervousness.

He smiled to reassure you and ripped off the wrapping paper. He opened the box that you wrapped and stayed silent as he saw what was in it. You saw his eyes widened a little bit and you started to talk out of nervousness “I know you had one your mom gave you a-and i just thought you might like it but i can always take it back”

He looked up and his eyes were filled with tears. You eyes widened “oh no dont cry im sorry ill take it back”

He let out a small laugh and said “No Y/N i love it thank you”

He got up and hugged you. You breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him back. “I'm glad you like it Anakin i was worried”

“Of course i like it angel it's from you”

He kissed the top of your head as he said it. You smiled at him and drug him to sit on the couch. “Alright now it's time for this thing called hot chocolate”

“What's that?”

“Well I'm guessing it's just…melted chocolate i have no idea”

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #anakin x you #anakin fluff

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2n2n · 1 year

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ok, mindless madman rambling about AidaIro’s abandoned VN project

man I also spent a few days trying so hard to track down any of 少年サンタ - ルドルフと夏の長い一日 - but outside of all the random blog post doodles and such plenty of people have dug up, various entries of the OCs chatting, there is nothing I have been able to find.... not even character bios. Not even a summary!!! Which sucks, I WANT TO KNOW LENT AND RUDOLPH’S DEAL.... the random blog entries just make me feel crazy, throwing out names like Clause-san and Nicolas with no explanation. Beyond Lent being thirsty for Rudolph and calling her senpai (!!) I have No Knowledge....

I did find that Lent has that eager SIMP quality we see in Akane and Natsuhiko, lol.... happy to change anything about himself to make her interested. Spineless boys. This trait in Akane is kinda subtle in Hanako-kun but it is ye olde trait of his

You really like to write this kind of guy, lol..... Iro...

But god, Iro says Shounen Santa wasn’t a romance. But all of Aida’s art of it. Was. Largely. Just Rudolph x Lent. So what do you mean. Aida+Iro like, repeatedly, obviously, favor romance. Your very first collab ever was romance. Killing me. I know less than nothing. Christmas is more of a couple’s holiday in Japan too. What do you mean your Christmas game isn’t a romance????

Will say its cute they love Christmas so much lol.....

It was meant to be released in 'chapters' sorta episodically (unlike Snow White), due to its length. And it sounds like it would follow different characters on a specific day? There used to be a 'download' link on the site I can see, but I don't know if it was ever an active button. No JP VN resource I can peep at can list any downloads, no wayback can find any links.... even if a site registers the title, it has bubkiss. If it ever existed for download, idk who really downloaded 1 chapter of an obscure VN during a specific year and would still have it.... the real lost media. SHOUNEN SANTA!!!!! I need someone smarter than me to find it by a miracle.....

I learned some heartbreaking stuff though which might explain its odd quiet death as a project... it seems Aida got very ill for months and had up and down recovery, and wound up hospitalized for a time. This being around 2010 that made it hard for Iro to even stay in contact with her (cell phones and service coverage ain't what it is now back then). Iro’s own posts get pretty lonely and depressive while she's out. Struggles to code, complains about bugs, harps on themself about deadlines and slacking behavior. In earlier entries it sounds like they were frequently in the same room (with Iro describing her expression or turning to comment to her), so her being gone would be huge....! Sad.

Of course once Aida is back Iro seems perfectly perky again, but I dunno, maybe the project got kinda blighted. Seeing as they shift to oneshots and pilots for serials maybe Iro didn't wanna code shit anymore!!

#avvy's JSHK

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baghassavocados · 7 months

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So, like, first Tumblr post 😌😌😌

Right now, I wanna list out my AUs and their summaries cause I may make some into fanfics or ask blogs in the future (some currently being made 👀) and I wanna list them out for y'all to know, for me to keep track of them, and for y'all to keep an eye out for mayhaps (or help me out even, pls-)

The hyperfixations are also strong but they're everywhere and I need to write them all down; the notes app isn't enough.

Anyways... (Legit, no order to this whatsoever)

FNAF Ghosts- The concept of Ghosts (CBS) using FNAF SB characters

Gregory and Cassie search through an abandoned arcade/mall for reasons (idk). Vanessa's there acting as a security guard to make sure no one, y'know, trespasses or gets hurt. Well... that fucking fails... cause Greg FALLS through the BROKEN FLOOR.

He's ok, tho :)

Vanessa isn't :(

Greg can see ghosts now! :0

Hijinx ensues >:)

(this is gonna be a fanfic. Maybe an ongoing comic, too, but I've not got the energy nor time to do another ongoing comic).

Funtime Performer AU- The FNAF SL animatronics are actual human performers! (And the Aftons aren't dead! :D Willy still sucks, tho). That's honestly it... well, Elizabeth is still Circus Baby, but it's not because she...I did just say that nobody died, so I don't think I need to explain.

(This is gonna be an ask blog!!)

Tangled TAZ- I put Taako, Lup, Kravitz, Barry, and John (as well as others but these are the main guys) into Tangled. Taako and Lup are Rapunzel, Barry and Kravitz sorta act as Flynn, and John is Mother Gothel. Garyl is in it too! And Taako and Lup get a mongoose named Daryll instead of Pascal :))

(THIS IS AN ONGOING FIC ON AO3! It's called "The Lost Twins" and currently is only at chapter 2... it's been like that for a few months now ;-; stupid school and procrastinating and non-TAZ hyperfixations).

DanganTAZ - I put the TAZ characters into a Danganronpa situation... there's angst :)) I've hurt myself emotionally with this shit :,))

(THIS IS ONGOING ON INSTAGRAM!! DanganTAZ is the account! it, too, suffers a hiatus similar to TangledTAZ ;-;)

Millie and Delilah (names subject to change) - They are my BATIM OCs! Basically, Millie is a combination of all the main toons of BATIM and Delilah is an unfinished character; all and nothing :)) [Ooh, that's a good title name :0]. I still need to fix up this stuff and figure more things out (since I originally made them back in, like, 2018, so... yeah), bUT it will be an ask blog, so y'all can help 😎

Edit 11-11-23: I've another AU

RTC Goosebumps -I put the Ride the Cyclone characters into the new Goosebumps TV Series on Disney + (but I did switch some stuff up and am gonna use inspiration from different Goosebumps books).

A few years ago, a girl fell off of a rollercoaster and died. She lost her head in the process from the cart running into her as she hit the track. No one, not even by the passengers in the cart who miraculously survived, were able to identify her. Because of this incident, the amusement park has been abandoned. Most of what it had remains in ruin. However, strange happenings occur after 5 teenagers enter the now haunted amusement park and come out of it with some souvenirs.

...and some chilling scares.

Here's also some one offs that I don't think I'll make in full, but they deffo came up in my mind at one point:

(again, no particular order)

TOHTAZ (Lup and Taako as Eda, Angus as Luz, Barry as Raine, Kravitz as Darius, Mags is the Construction Coven Head, Dav is the Illusion Coven Head, Lucretia is Oracle Coven Head, Merle Plant Coven Head, Pringles Potion Head, Carry might've been Beast Keeping, and John is Belos. That's as far as I got, I think)

RTCTAZ (I have a few pics explaining this better-)

[scribbled to blur out my face 😬]

Anyways ummm ooh, my BATIM chapter 5 theory before chapter 5 came out, that one's actually kinda neat. (The Ink Demon and Bendy are separate, Joey's the Ink Demon, Bendy was hiding around at the bottom of the studio, making tapes to hopefully lead Alice and Boris in the right direction and having to hide or pretend to be the Ink Demon, Allison, Tom, and Henry find him, later on Allison and Tom turn on Henry and Bendy, and that's all I remember)

Ooh, and my other au where the loop didn't happen but the Ink Demon actually came back as a chill, toon Bendy (who was slightly deformed), that one's kinda cool, too.

Had a BATIM and Cuphead crossover at one point, barely remember anything from that (I primarily figured that out through RPing with myself and didn't draw any of it out ;-;)

Penny revives the choir could be a oneshot.

Losttale

Oh, Danganronpa characters in an Undertale situation (yes, I did put Nagito in Sans's position, it genuinely fit very well). That one's neat, too. Tis a shame I'm no longer into Danganronpa enough nor do I really know how to continue it... although, maybe I could, idk, that one also seems like a potential ask blog. It's honestly neat. Gotta fix it up a bit, tho.

Which reminds me of the fact that I put Alice and Bendy into Frisk's situation, imagining that as an ask blog as well.

Ooh, another DR AU I might not finish (but have written a bit and have occasionally thought of finishing it) is "What if Hajime got the Despair Disease and it carried on into chapter 4?" Nagito was slightly out of character in all the things I made of it, but it's still really good every time I look back. Came up with a whole new motive to replace the files (cause Hajime got them instead).

I actually might make this a thing, I might not, but Spiderman Bendy :)) (he has inky spider powers and he's "Spider Demon." It's actually kinda more "Venom-y" except the suit/ink isn't sentient. Also, the toons are human. Alice is like MJ, Boris is like Ned, Joey could be J. Jonah Jameson due to how much he looks AND sound like him, but it might be more fitting if it were Sammy, Audrey and Bendy are siblings [she might act as "Aunt May" despite, y'know, being his sister], I think Henry's Uncle Ben, sad 😔, dunno where the Butcher Gang fit, they're just bullies or possible villains, idk... actually, that might be it)

Oh, I also used Crybaby songs and made a story outta that using BATIM characters (Bendy was Crybaby)

Edit: I forgot my Taako Hanahaki au. Honestly, this seems plausible for a fanfic because of the juicy angst that comes from lost bonds.

I think that's it

Well, I hope y'all enjoy the possibilities :))

Bonus AU:

Twisted/Reincarnated JatGP AUs:

Backstory time: so, I did the James and the Giant Peach Jr. musical a few years back and a few members of our cast managed to come up with funky AUs out of it. I want to ask them for permission to write it into a full on fic and publish it on AO3 first, but here's me at least teasing it. I'm kinda hyperfixated on it atm and I wanna write it out entirely before it fades away in the back of our memories and the crevices of our Google Docs.

It's so fun, actually :)) (and so twisted >:)))

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fatuispolaris · 11 months

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this is kinda long and ooc so i'm putting it under the cut lmao

so for the past few months i've been kinda burned out on genshin and my childe muse and most genshin-related stuff in general. it's been a nice break since i have been playing basically since launch. i might have taken a few small breaks from the game in that time, but nothing more than a month, and certainly nothing as long as my current break from it. i haven really found anything yet to fill that void, rather i've just been floundering around a bit between all sorts of different things which i feel is something i often do whenever this 'drifting away' from my interests happens. it's a little rough i guess, 'cause genshin is actually probably one of the things that i've been active in the fandom for the longest, so there's a lot of history there ig.

idk rly what point i'm trying to make here is, just venting a bit and explaining my hiatus. i was watching some videos earlier tho, specifically about genshin, and it kinda made me sad and happy all at once. nostalgic, maybe? it kind of reminded me a bit of why i liked the same so much. sometimes (in any fandom) that gets lost among all the fandom bullshit, so it's really refreshing to take such a break and revisit it. i love the story and lore and characters, and ig being all caught up with the archon quest and deep in the endgame also aides in losing track of that. regardless, i've gotten super nostalgic and quite emotional too if i'm being honest. i think i'm still burnt out on the game (esp since yk.. i'm all caught up on the story and the events are kinda... eh). i wanna get back into things truly, to rly feel that same love again, but idk how. maybe i just need to wait for 4.0. or revisit some fanfiction or something idk! i will probably (maybe) try writing more again bc a lot of my love for the series has to do with the characters (tart here esp) but we'll see...

#( ooc. )#like i said idek what the point of this truly was...#maybe im just sad lmao. i think that's part of it.#got a lot on my mind

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kamoegoi · 1 year

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was last month absolutely miserable!!!! yes!!!!! but its pioneer rcq weekend lets fucking goooooooooooooooooooooooo decklist and card choices beneath cut

Main Deck

4 Kumano Faces Kakkazan

4 Soul-scar mage

4 Monastery Swiftspear

4 Phoenix Chick

4 Play with fire

2 Wild Slash

2 Spikefield Hazard//Spikefield Cave

4 Skewer the Critic

4 Light up the Stage

4 Bonecrusher Giant//Stomp

4 Chandra, Dressed to Kill

4 Den of the Bugbear

4 Ramanup Ruins

1 Sokenzan, Crucible of Defiance

11 Mountains

Side Board

1 Obosh, the Preypiercer

2 Soul-guide Lantern

3 Rending Volley

3 Rending Flame

4 Rampaging Ferocidon

2 Goblin Chainwhirler

so yeah its pretty standard obosh burn. my sb is pretty much the same from the last rcq i went to, but i swapped out my companion breaking greasefang and azorius control package for ferocidons. at the last rcq i saw 0 control, but lost to sacrifice when i know i couldve won if i had been able to turn off those inkeepers. rending flame has felt pretty bad every time i brought it in, but i know the meta in the area the rcq is happening is pretty spirits heavy if i recall, so i think it will be very funny if it looks the way i remember it.

ive jsut sorta conceded that i am going to get washed by rakdos, devotion, and greasefang (and also fires now) but i just havent really been able to go over tournament reports in the last few months for like a few reasons so i havent been able to figure out a plan and test it out (not that i would get many shots to because our local is sorta drying up rn and i dont like playing digital). really debated playing the 4th volley to just dunk on spirits and izzet, but i think what ive got for them is already p good and i think the match up with izzet is fine because most izzet pilots ive seen get overwhelmed by their own deck and will probably be exhausted and scuff their matches with me by the time i have to claw over them in losers bracket.

i wouldve liked to try roiling vortex for the fires list, but im skeptical if they will go that far against them given the lists online seem to run full sets of temporary lockdown and leyline binding and those are already gut punches for me so it seems not smart to make them even better agaisnt me? or should i play them to force them to answer another threat idk. genuinely, so scared of the decks running maindeck temp lockdown. that is going to be a nightmare. im also sorta scared of the humans list. ive played against it a few times and i just feel like thalia and extraction specialist are so demoralizing to play through.genuinely considering running.... idk magma spray or something, but that seems ill-advised.

but what can you do. i wouldve like to try out a torbran verison of the deck. i saw some lists floating around that use torbran with kari zev, eidolon, ferocidons/chainwhirlers for big synergy and looked cool and fun, but i couldnt track down the kari zevs of all things and i am sorta apprehensive about the embercleave versions of the deck, as much as i love resolving embercleave onto annax on an emotional level. but also im essentially palying this version because i adore obosh on that same level too so who knows. we’ll see how it goes. a sloppy tournament report to come. because i can get to this one alone and leave alone/whenever, there is a chance i will drop early and go home if my prospects become unsalvagable to preserve other people’s tie breakers so maybe the report will be shorter too.

#personal rambling #ive lived in this burn deck my whole life and they are going to pry these lightning bolts from my cold dead hands

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loveofdetail · 6 months

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NEW YELLOW SWANS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Welp, this isn't NEW new, but it's NEW to you. We had a few things set aside for a few things after we broke up in 2008.. there was maybe a one sided LP that we did some versions of, and there were two "benefit" things we had cobbled together for a few buddies around that time. If I remember correctly Nick demolished his knee skating and didn't have insurance.. and Joe got all of his sick gear stolen out of his car while he was on tour. NOT COOL. but those problems got solved a few different ways so the comps never had to come out, and the files got lost in the sauce of each of our own manifestation of post-YS chaos. We forgot they existed. So we started digging in to things while we were working on our archival project in 2019-2020, and these files, along with a few others, were dug up and we were faced with a bit of a conundrum... the idea to release these tracks got a few wrenches tossed in since we didn't catch for a few months that one of the tracks was basically a third version of a track from Being There and Going Places. That version's not on here. So yeah, we've been batting around ideas for this stuff for a bit, tossed around some edits.. MULLED a whole lot.. and here we go. a nice little c30 recorded in our practice space in the basement of Rotture in 2007-8. There's a whole lot of huff and puff going on here that didn't really fit into Drowner or those other guys we recorded around the same time. Vibe is heavy, at times almost metal or completely garbagey anemic beats. IDK. Some good stuff in here. So, not NEW new, but hopefully some NEW NEW tapes soon...

#yellow swans #2023 music #experimental music #drone #noise music #i am SCREAMING i did not believe my EYES when i saw the notif #i had come to terms with the idea that they were done #like DONE done #oh my godddddddddddddd #Bandcamp

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emptylittlebug · 1 year

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01/19/23

226.6

Lbs lost in January: 10.8

In: 471

Water, vitamins (10), Adderall, Wellbutrin, Magnesium, water, pizza slice (190), sloppy joe mix (176), 3 crackers (95), water, Lamictal

Out: 2164

Steps: 2425

Starting to wonder if my scale is broke 😅 it has new batteries but how am I losing so fast?

36 hours (7am) into 48hr fast. I think I’ll have carrots, broccoli, or chicken noodle soup around 6:30 tonight then start another 48hrs. Losing this quickly is def the motivation I needed.

How am I going to explain the weight loss to my psychiatrist though?… I have a weight check and drug test in March (standard for adderall prescriptions). August 25 at my first/last one I was 261. That was the day before I start taking the adderall. I’ve lost 34.4lbs in 5 months and still have 1.5 months to go. That’s almost 7lbs a month… I guess that isn’t too excessive. I only worry because I actually need the Adderall and don’t want him to lower it or change it. I’m finally doing well in work and better at home with it.

… The doctor that referred me to him did tell me to lose weight (morbidly obese at 261lbs, 5ft4.5in) isn’t 2lbs a week safe anyway they say? 8lbs a month. I guess I can be at 48/52lbs lost and not be a huge red flag? 213-209lbs.

“The last dr told me to lose weight and my labs didn’t look too good so I’ve been eating better, exercising a few times a week, getting 10k steps a day (trying to), mostly cut out sodas, and drinking water!” 😅 which is 100% true, but I wonder if he will buy that… I just don’t wanna lose my meds… and with past anorexia in my chart idk if he can see that or not (I didn’t tell him that so idk if he can see it in his computer or something)

If you take adderall or other adhd stimulants, what do you say to your dr when you have lost a lot? Will I get by with that reasoning or am I kidding myself?

I know that excuse won’t work every time… how the heck am I going to get down to 103 while the psychiatrist is tracking me every 6 months… maybe he doesn’t care as much as I’m worried he will be?

I’m 123lbs away from that GW 😂 fuck

It’s too early to be thinking about all this lmao!

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purityandbeans · 2 years

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DND one shot -

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syml mr sandman cover intro (cause why the hell not)

our players start character creation. low-level (maybe lvl 4 or 5. Maybe.) they can have a variety of backgrounds and classes, but one restriction is that each must know of at least one of the other players.

(est. time: 1h) ^^

post-apoc vibes, think horizon zero dawn, or the wheel of time, or maybe the witcher (given my own headcanons, idk whats actually canon in witcher i just like the games bruh)

starting scene has all the players gathered at a festival. small village vibes. Races are decently integrated with some exceptions. Is a northern area, but not too far north. So snow exists, and its like. Considerable, but no permafrost. Spring festival for breaking of winter seems a good idea.

Maypole-reminiscent things happen. A textured metal pole stands proud in the square, the top blossoming and splintering outwards - the protrusions being what the ribbons are tied to.

small bottles of “wink” (a magical drug - similar effect to salvia) are consumed by young adults, older adults watching amusedly while consuming alcohol or smoking various plants out of assorted pipes.

children typically coallesce outside the gates of the village in a meadow playing games and doing other children things

children reaching teen years are individually blessed by the village's medicine-woman at sundown, when festivities begin.

the young couple who the village council deem the least fortunate of the winter become central to the maypole (referred to as a springpole henceforth, may is not a month anymore.) younger individuals are given less complicated braids to weave, older ones are given more complex ones. Maypole dance is a solid half hour, couple is braided to the pole at the end.

for the ensuing half hour, after the braid is complete, the couple is stuck braided together as the villagers bring excess they have to ease the couple's passage into the spring and summer.

song and dance continues through the night. Communal fires and cooking is present. Older adults wifh children typically take them to their beds and retire themselves, young adults celebrate around larger fires, older individuals typically entertain a few older children with tales or each other with coversation.

party is given this setting in which to meet each other at a fire at the tail end of celebration, all having had experienced the festival.

the night grows later before outside the front gates a sharp crack sounds, as if a tree branch had broken, only louder and faster. it's followed by a scream, a second crack, and silence. the fire the party sits around is furtger removed from the ongoing music so it's unclear whether the remnants of the celebration heard the rapport, but what is clear is that nobody is moving to investigate.

At the gate, two bodies will eventually be found. If not by the party, then by hunters leaving in the morning. (is actively like 4am, no one heard from the square). One is female and kind of hidden, tucked behind a tree, and the other is male and in the middle of the road in a pool of blood. (fresh if party, dry if hunters.) both have holes in their heads, feel free to be gory.

Nobody knows what kind of weapon or thing might have done this, players (not pcs, the players themselves) might assume it to be a small-caliber gun. If someone rolls insight well, say it looks like the aftermath of some kind of projectile launcher. (like really high roll. we're talking dc 25 or roll a nat 20 here.) (yeah post apoc world, guns were thing before, but haha not anymore, were generally lost tech due to reasons.)

im not planning for this to be hard to find out. npc man had disagreement w woman ab smth, got heated, he pulled out gun and shot her (where he get it??), her brother came out, screamed as body was being hidden, gets shot too, npc flees.

party can realistically:

- track man through foliage (ran fhrough woods on his way home instead of taking paths so he wouldnt be spotted)

- talk to villagers who saw their disagreement and get directions to man's house

- not engage

IF THEY DONT ENGAGE:

cut to boss fight except in village and w 10 more hostile raiders and 10 allies a day later. (or party can explore and stumble across them too, just w/o allies)

IF THEY DO ENGAGE

man is missing when they get to his house, signs of a scuffle. a severe one. you can tell it was severe cause a severed hand lies in the middle of the floor, crushed around the handle of a very old pistol (remember, players know, characters do Not know, what a pistol is) in equally crushed and unusable disrepair. it points towards the door, which was very obviously broken free of its hinges. high insight shows that it looks like a hoof crushed the hand and the pistol.

high investigation finds a lockbox in which resides a few hundred rings (currency) (savings, from the look of it) and a notebook filled with ramblings and ravings of some antler-adorned beast eyeing him, following him, ever since he'd been visited by the men from the south who'd exposed the tribe's horrors and given him the gun should he need to use it. (first book) a second, slightly nicer book is under it, its even moreso filled with mad ravings indicative that he was out of it, theyre laced with desires to kill the old medicine woman, to burn her crops, to trample her gardens, burn her house to purge the village of her evil. the last entries are of his dreams of her eating children, worshipping an old-world demon bathed in fire, and the journal ends with his desire to shoot her. a case of ammunition can be found behind the house alomg w a makeshift shooting range. nothing to say who taught him how the gun works, though.

good tracking can lead the party to the horned one. the horned one (think leshy) explains the valley is his home, he is a relict of the old world, and wishes to protect his residence, as moving beyond the valley proves dangerous in old age. good conversation leads to an admission of killing the man, bad conversation leads the horned one wanting the party gone, and if they dont leave it becomes violent. either conversation should bring up the southerners and their “guns” (explains guns to the party if requested) and the danger they pose. How they grow bolder in their advances into the nortg, how he doesnt think they can kill him but doesnt want to risk it, and wants to hold them at bay as long as possible.

the horned one, if conversation is resolved peacefully, requests the party to deal with the invaders. if it's resolved hostilely without conflict, they are instructed to leave by him telling them to get out of his hair and kill the invaders already, and if the party will not he will consider them as much a threat to his well being as the invaders. in either “go do this”, he gives them a gilded compass that points to the raiders' camp.

leshy boss fight is not the intended ending but is a possible one.

raider boss fight is intended ending. Some guns involved, but theyre either a) old and break with a few shots, or b) are new and crappily made and break with a few shots. Emphasize the fact that stealth is imperative with the mission, and taking people out unnoticed would be the preferable method of going about business.

prob have 10 raiders, maybe 3 or 4 w guns, boss has heavy gun (innaccurate but lotsa shots)

aight cool now later today i get to fill in all the erroneous details and draw maps and make npcs! so stoked.

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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Can I request a shinobu x demon reader who is really hyper? (And maybe a bit feral) Reader doesn't eat humans. They didn't get along at first but they end up warming up to each other and start dating eventually

I can imagine their dynamic being like:

Shinobu: this is my girlfriend who I love with all my body and soul ❤

Reader: MY FUCKING FUTURE WIFE WHO TRIED TO KILL ME more than ONCE

An Unlikely Match

Shinobu Kochou x Demon! She/Her Reader

A/N: Cute! For some reason I wasn’t sure how to implement this idea, but I did my best! Here you go, hope you enjoy! Kinda hurt comfort? Idk, it gets a little sad but end’s positive. Word Count: 1,940

Shinobu had met first met (Y/n) on her first mission after her sister’s death, which had made the demon’s escape from her that much harder for her. It made her feel so weak and useless. She refused to give up. Every night she tracked that demon across the countryside for well over a month. All the while her hatred and self loathing bubbled within her.

(Y/n) was no stranger to evading demon slayers. But she was surprised that this one was so persistent. Usually a slayer would have moved on to another mission by now, but night after night the young slayer tailed her. It made (Y/n) furious. She had not asked for this fate. She was brash and rough around the edges, but she was no monster. She had never killed a human in her life. Why was she always being chased for having a inhuman body she had no choice in obtaining?

“You again? Come on, aren’t you tired yet?” (Y/n) groaned, narrowly dodging yet another attempt on her life. “Why don’t you go kill a demon that actually deserves it?”

“I have yet to meet a demon who deserved to live. So as long as you live I will not rest!” Shinobu hissed. If she could not kill this no-rank demon, what hope had she of ever avenging Kanae?

“Then die tired!”

Shinobu braced herself for the demon to lunge at her, but the demon only stuck her tongue out at her before taking off in the opposite direction. It had Shinobu seeing red. She ran after the demon, screaming in frustration when she lost the trail.

The chase went on for four years. Shinobu grew faster, smarter and more agile. She became a Hashira and her responsibilities grew. Still, (Y/n) could be sure that the slayer would continue to search for her after she had taken care of her other obligations. The demon would laugh, whenever the Hashira would appear.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you? Can’t you just let me be the one that got away and get on with your life?” She asked while swinging on a tree branch far above Shinobu’s head.

Shinobu was different now than she was four years ago. Her perpetual scowl, which (Y/n) had believed to be truly stuck to her face, had metamorphosed into a ghostly smile. She went from talking through clenched teeth to speaking like a sweet spring breeze. Yet (Y/n) could still feel the familiar anger rolling off of Shinobu like steam from a boiling pot with an ill-fitting lid.

“I’m not the type to leave loose ends.”

(Y/n) had to admit. It was getting harder to keep her head about her these days. Shinobu had become more refined in her skill. She swears Shinobu is toying with her now. There were a few instances when (Y/n) was sure she was dead, but somehow managed to dodge with mere millimeters to spare. It was exhilarating!

“Hah! Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!” She taunted and almost ended up with Shinobu’s sword in her mouth when the small slayer threw it at her like a spear. “I knew you were still in there somewhere! I’d toss that back to you, but I really don’t wanna touch that nasty poison stuff you got going on there.”

(Y/n) grinned, and did what she did best. She ran away. Before Shinobu could give chase, her crow alerted her of a corps issued mission, forcing her away for another amount of time until their paths would cross again.

The next time Shinobu saw (Y/n), it was in a way she had never experienced and it gave her pause. She hadn’t even expected to see her, as she was on assignment to another target tonight. She stood above her, wide-eyed. Silently taking in the legless demon, painting the rocky terrain with her blood as storm clouds overhead threatened to wash it away.

“I bet you are just loving this, aren’t you?” (Y/n) coughed, startling Shinobu. Right she’s a demon. A wound like this was nothing but a joke to her.

“My, what happened here? No legs to run on… is this what they call karma?”

“Maybe irony. You wouldn’t believe me anyway if I told you.”

“I would still like to hear what you have to say.”

(Y/n) turned her head to the side, an uncharacteristic serious look on her face. Quietly she spoke as the thunder rumbled.

“…I was trying to protect someone.”

“You were right, I don’t believe it.” Shinobu chuckled mockingly. She snapped her jaw shut quickly when a look of hurt flashed in (Y/n)’s eyes just before she closed them.

And then the rain began to fall, a sprinkling that promised a heavier downpour would be soon to follow.

“Well then,” (Y/n) spoke numbly, refusing to look at Shinobu any longer, “you’ve waited years for this night. Best finish it quick before the storm picks up so you can find someplace warm and dry.”

“You’re giving up just like that? I know you don’t exactly have legs right now, but you could crawl.”

Shinobu frowned. That didn’t get the rise out of (Y/n) that she expected. The longer the demon refused to look at her, the more her chest squeezed and heat prickled at her skin. She drew her sword and aimed it at her chest. She swallowed thickly, aiming at the demon’s heart. Just one swift stab…

She struck the ground, almost grazing (Y/n)’s nose. Still, she received nothing. Angrily she withdrew her blade from the rocky dirt, debris spattered against (Y/n)’s cheek.

“You’re really just going to lay there?” She hissed.

“I’m tired, Kochou.” (Y/n) murmured. “I’m tired of running away for crimes I did not commit. You think a demon who eats people takes this long to grow new legs?!”

“I don’t know what to think!” Shinobu yelled, breathing heavily, she swiped her rain soaked bangs away from her face.

“You don’t need to think! Just do your job!”

Shinobu dropped to her knees and gripped at the collar of (Y/n)’s shirt. Why did this feel so familiar? (Y/n) had been a constant, a sure thing in her life for the past four years in her sister’s absence and now she suddenly wanted to give up? No, Shinobu wouldn’t let her go so easily. She refused. Even if was against corps rules. If the Master could accept Tanjirou and Nezuko’s arrangement she would seek his approval as well.

She waited with (Y/n) in the rain until she was whole again. All the while they stared at each other as if truly seeing the other for the first time.

***

“Darling, could you hand m—“

“What do you need? My blood, my heart? My head on a platter? My whole being is yours!”

“No darling, I’m only asking you to hand me those bandages so I can finish patching up Tanjirou-kun.” Shinobu answered patiently.

“Oh, yeah sure!”

Tanjirou watched the seen unfold with a warm smile. He hadn’t known (Y/n) long, but it was as if she had lived in the Butterfly Estate forever. She was so good at helping Shinobu and the other girls. Nezuko had latched onto her almost immediately and Inosuke loved her because she always readily agreed to brawls in the mud against Shinobu’s wishes. Zenitsu still feared her for just that reason. She was a demon, and just as feral as the boar boy she’d roll around in the mud with. Not at all cute and well-mannered like Nezuko.

“Something on your mind, Tanjirou-kun?” Shinobu asked when she finished bandaging his arm.

The sunshine boy’s smile grew brighter as he tilted his head to the side, “Actually, there is something.”

“Yes, Tanjirou-kun?” Shinobu prompted, squeezing (Y/n)’s cheeks between her fingers.

“I was wondering, hm…” He took a few seconds to think, making (Y/n) grow impatient.

“What? Spit it out already!” She groaned. She was supposed to finally get alone time with Shinobu after this!

“(Y/n), please, let the boy collect his thoughts.” Shinobu scolded, squishing the demon’s cheek a bit harder, making her wince. “He’s went through quite the ordeal tonight.”

“I was just wondering how you two met? Even when Shinobu-san brought you in, you both seemed really familiar with each other. It must have been love at first sight, right?” He asked, an innocent smile upon his face. He knew they must have had a special bond. He did not expected for both women to laugh at him, one more obnoxiously than the other.

“Oh no, we despised each other.” Shinobu and (Y/n) answered in unison. Neither seemed abashed in sharing that fact in the least.

“Huh? But you seem to get along really well right now!” Tanjirou’s mouth hung open wide, until his injured jaw smarted and he snapped it back up, rubbing his cheek tenderly.

“It took awhile to get to this point. It’s a long story though, we wouldn’t want to bore you with the details.” Shinobu said dismissively, checking the lump on Tanjirou’s jaw.

“Yeah, you trying to kill me for four years straight is suuuuuper boring.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“I was only trying to do my job, nothing personal.” Shinobu cooed, reaching out to smush (Y/n)’s face between her hands again, but the demon grabbed her wrists and pushed them away.

“Oh, it was personal at some point after the first couple weeks I evaded you.” (Y/n) shuddered. “I still see your face in my nightmares.”

“Rude,” Shinobu kicked (Y/n) non too gently in the shin, yet she hardly flinched, “you aren’t supposed to tell your girlfriend that she’s the cause of your nightmares.”

“You should be happy! Nightmares, dreams, I think about you all the time!” (Y/n) griped.

Shinobu shook her head and returned her attention to Tanjirou.

“As you can see, we still have work to do, but I love her with my entire heart, body and soul!” She said cheerfully.

“It’s an on-going project,” (Y/n) agreed, stealing Shinobu’s chair to sit upside down with her legs kicking in the air, “but I’ll be damned if I don’t love my fucking psycho future wife who tried to kill me… on more than one occasion.”

“Ah, I hope everything works out!” Tanjirou beamed, “I like you two a lot!”

After Shinobu finished patching up Tanjirou, she dismissed the polite boy and turned back to (Y/n) with a pointed look.

“What?” (Y/n) continued to kick her legs in the air. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do I need to give you another lesson on proper etiquette?”

“Pffft, nothing is proper about those lessons, Kochou. —But in the interest of making you stop giving me that scary look, I’ll sit up.” (Y/n) quickly flipped her body around and shot Shinobu an innocent smile.

Shinobu gave her a satisfactory nod and began walking towards the door, motioning (Y/n) to follow her.

“Very good, come now. It’s a lovely night for a walk.”

“Can we—!”

“No mud.”

“Kochooouuu,” (Y/n) whined, “you don’t even know what you are missing. It’s so fun!” Clearly letting (Y/n) indulge Inosuke’s whims was not a great idea.

“No. Mud.” Shinobu repeated sternly. She almost felt bad for how much (Y/n) had deflated at the command. She held her hand out, “But you can hold my hand, and if you behave I shall kiss you several times along the way.”

“Okay!” (Y/n) leapt at the chance, grabbing Shinobu’s hand and pulling ahead of her, hoping to drag the Hashira out of the mansion faster. Shinobu had to sprint to keep up with the set pace, but the smile she sported was genuine. She was happy.

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Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it)

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?)

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something.

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong.

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid

I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

“Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

“You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

“I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

“I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

“Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

“So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

“I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

“Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

“Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

“Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

“So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

“Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

“Um-”

I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

“Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

“Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

“Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

“We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak.

Weird weird weird.

The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

“Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

“What did you do?”

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