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suchawrathfullamb · 5 months

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Prompt: Will Graham’s Broken Mind.

Season 4 Will being so out of his mind that Hannibal refuses to engage romantically with him. Prompted by what Bryan Fuller said about Season 4 Hannigram (ages ago, he has since changed his mind).

Will's body seems weightless, seconds stretched to feel like hours as he soars through the air, lost in a vast emptiness. The gentle caress of the breeze and the distant sound of waves envelop him, a sensation heard but never fully felt against his body. Is he dead? Did they die? Are they still together, wherever they are now? Instant regret fills his entire body as he considers the possibility of an afterlife without Hannibal. The jolt of realization electrifies him, wrenching him from the airborne void... back into the secure embrace of Hannibal's arms. They never plummeted. They are safe. Battered, bruised, but alive, still entwined. He feels divinely enchanted, empowered, fortunate, firmly grounded in the present, in life. Gazing up at Hannibal, relief floods him like a miraculous rewind of time. Closing the distance, he seeks the kiss he had avoided moments ago, knowing in his heart that if he got a taste of that, he wouldn’t have the strength to pull them over the edge. Now it’s all gone, he doesn’t care. Any trace of hesitation fades. The altered reality grants him insight, infusing him with newfound confidence. Hannibal carefully tilts his head, waiting for Will, so unsure, so scared of being rejected, again. So Will grabs him by the neck and merges their lips together.

It’s a surreal sensation of experiencing something entirely new, yet utterly familiar, like a reconnection of what has never truly parted. They kiss for what feels like an entire life, at the same time that he knows it’s only been a few seconds. Hannibal breaks the kiss, cupping his face with both hands. “We have to leave, now.”

Reality intrudes, the urgency of the present snapping back into focus. They do have to leave. They have to leave immediately. And that’s exactly what they do.

That night went by so fast, yet torturously slow, like it would never end and they just wanted to make it to the next day. To see the sunrising as if it meant they prevailed and all was well. All wasn’t well. At all, but the illusion was comforting.

Memory fragments linger vividly: the wind on his bruised face, the metallic scent of blood, the stickiness staining their clothes. Wine stains the floor, shattered glass, their intertwined hands clinging fiercely, so afraid that letting go meant dissipating forever, like they were both made of dust. Even when rinsing blood from his mouth at the sink, Will clings to Hannibal.

He remembers wanting to stop everything and kiss him again, kiss him forever, make up for lost time. Amidst Hannibal's frantic search for a key or something Will can't recall, he leans in, showering kisses upon Hannibal's lips, his face, his neck. Hannibal smiles softly, gently pushing Will away.

Cool night air brushes against him as they sail across the ocean. Amidst the chaos, Chiyoh appears, aiding their escape. Will recalls no specifics of Chiyoh, only them, the water, the night sky.

Though time has passed since that night, he sometimes feels suspended on that cliff's edge, held by the only arms he's ever longed for. Yet it's not been too long. They've not settled, not rested. Shadows linger, trapping and pursuing him.

Yet that doesn’t stop them. In fact, Will feels like he got high and can’t come down. In the whirlwind of events, it feels like a fevered dream—a dizzying rush entangled with slow-motion haziness. Will finds himself in a lavish dining room, enveloped in Bedelia's overpowering amber scent, almost suffocating in its intensity. It mingles uncomfortably with the metallic tang of blood, unsettling his stomach. Blood droplets dance in the air, vivid and crimson, painting a surreal scene, the chilling touch of the blade the only sensation he registers. His heart thunders in his ears, the lights blinding, an inferno simmering within. This creation is unlike any other—planned, chillingly perfect. Their design.

As the color leaves her complexion, Will drops the knife and closes the distance, pushing Hannibal against the big dinning table, getting their clothes all stained, running his bloody hands through his neck and hair. Lust, desire, and an inexplicable love overwhelm him. Brief relief floods his heart before he's gently pushed away. Eyes shut, he reaches for Hannibal, met with silence. When he opens them, he stands alone. Hannibal swiftly orchestrates their exit, preparing to leave.

“Come on, we have to go,” Hannibal calls from the door. Will stands, numb and hollow, before snapping back to reality and approaching him.

Assigned the role of driver, Will obeys. The night feels crisp and vivid, the breeze a welcome caress on his skin. He glances to his right, spotting a lone figure on a bench. His rearview mirror reflects darkness, emptiness. He slows the car, stopping it further ahead. Hannibal, puzzled, steps out after Will.

“Will?” Hannibal's voice barely registers. Will's mind fixates on the man on the bench. He stands, a safe distance away, fixated. Hannibal follows his gaze, then looks back, questioning. “Will?” he gently touches his hand, but there's no response. Will's gaze burns with intensity, a fire simmering within. He strides toward the man, eyes locked, a predator's intent in his gaze.

At closer inspection, the man is no pushover; he's robust, exuding an air of authority as he lounges, puffing on a cigar. Upon noticing Will's approach, he frowns, unimpressed. Before he knows what is actually happening, Will is seeing red, splashing drops everywhere, as he pushes the man, throwing him backwards from the bench to the ground behind him, his head hitting the concrete, and he’s on to him in no time. Mounted on the man he attacks his throat, teeth slashing, like a vicious animal. Bloodlust consumes him, barely registering the taste. Hannibal's shadow looms closer, intervening by closing the man's mouth, locking eyes with Will.

From that brutal and beautiful spectacle, Will recollects little beyond Hannibal pulling him away, throwing him into the car. Then, only the blur of streetlights and wind racing past. He hears Hannibal's voice but cannot recall his own. His mind swirls with colors and lights. Unreal yet vividly present, he feels the pulse of every sinew, every rush of blood in his veins.

He passes out on the couch that night, and when he wakes up, he’s cleaned up and tended. But doesn’t remember any of it. Yet an instant tug in his chest forces his stomach to empty its contents—blood, wine, and parts of Bedelia splattered across the carpet. Hannibal appears, stands there for a second, watching him, then comes up and begins to gently stroke his back, soothing and pulling his hair back from his sweaty forehead. The scent must be awful to his sensitive nose, but he doesn’t show if it is. Just disappears and reappears with a glass of water and gently brings it to Will’s lips. He takes a sip and immediately feels the cool relief. Perhaps he passes out again, because he suddenly wakes up on the couch again and it’s dark outside. Hannibal is sat next to him, hands on his feet, but seems to be sleeping.

Silence fills the air, yet unseen presences press upon him; invisible restraints grip his wrists. The shadows cast Jack's haunting eyes through the kitchen window. Overwhelmed by anxiety, he ventures outside their remote refuge. The safe house, cloaked in darkness, secluded and in the middle of nowhere. If they were to be found, they already would have by now. He stands by the car and can see the crimson stains in the back seat, memories of the man on the bench returning—tasting flesh, witnessing life ebb away. His senses amplify, a god-like vision dawning, instincts surging, a blend of deity and beast. Horns seem to sprout from his reflection, an illusion melding with growing pressure upon his head, though nothing is there.

He went back inside, retrieved the keys and suddenly he was back on the streets, lights passing by, wind caressing his face. He felt so free, so calm, yet so fierce. Half god, half beast, his soul dancing gloriously through a world he owned. He knew exactly where he was going, although if someone asked him, he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly. Like he was being guided by his body. Half beast, half god.

Passing sounds like music made of thunder and waves, fog and vivid but glossy colors danced through his eyes and then, seated on a cold white tile floor, crimson splashes around him, artistry against white walls and floors. The scent of blood fills his lungs, empowering. Fear and anxiety vanish, replaced by absolute freedom and primal might. A towering figure appears, evoking an instinctive response, like his body recognized his mate, and he gave him a smile that spoke of accomplishment. Hannibal kneeled, words unheard, but Will's instinct led him to pull Hannibal closer, a kiss met with resistance.

“What have you done?” Hannibal inquired calmly, cupping his face. Will, unable to articulate coherent sounds, merely smiles. Hannibal picked him, cradling him like a child or a little monkey, carrying him away. Memories blur; the drive home brings only the sensation of wind against his face.

Reality crashes in as his body immerses in hot water. The bathtub reddens before turning clear, the scent of blood replaced by cypress and bergamot. Gentle hands tenderly cleanse him. Tilting his head to meet Hannibal's gaze, he breathes in his essence, drawing closer for a kiss, his soaked arms reaching Hannibal’s neck. When he tries to slide his tongue in, Hannibal pushes him away. His body complains with an automatic “hmmm” noise and a frown. Hannibal just turns his head away and places a soft kiss on Will’s temple.

He ends up falling asleep on the tub and wakes up naked on the bed, body covered in silky sheet. Hannibal is sat beside him, on the edge of the bed, gentle hands stroking his hair, eyes gleaming, filled with waters that never dare to come down. He falls asleep again. Dreams of lights, and colors, and something chasing him, and him, chasing something.

He doesn’t remember eating, at least not sitting on the table and having dinner. He remembers hunting, and filling his body with the flesh of the unworthy and vile, consuming their darkness unto him, making it holy, purifying. He’s full and satiated, not interested in whatever Hannibal prepares for them. Knows Hannibal would get annoyed at this, yet, he doesn’t seem to. Just keeps looking at Will with intensity and maybe worry, but Will isn’t sure if Hannibal worries at all.

His body revels in the satisfaction of his hunts, yet a primal craving for mating pulses within him, electrifying his loins to a point of painful urgency. Despite his attempts, each advance is met with tender but resolute rejection. His mind, clouded by intoxication, begins to ground itself, allowing the reality to seep through as he voices his confusion from the kitchen island where he sits, watching Hannibal wash something in the sink.

“Why?” It’s the only question that manages to escape him. Moments ago, he sought a kiss, an invitation, but once more, it ended in a gentle push and a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Hannibal halts, shutting off the tap to regard him, his chest moving steadily with each breath. “Not like this,” he replies calmly.

“Why?”

“I don’t desire an affair with you,” Hannibal responds softly, his eyes carrying a hint of tenderness.

“No?” Tears well up in Will's eyes unexpectedly, his vulnerability surfacing like a that of a child, easily triggered. Hannibal notices, swiftly positioning himself in front of Will. He takes Will’s hands resting on his knees, kissing his knuckles.

“No,” he smiles gently, cupping Will's face with a hand, “I want more.”

Will stares. He fails to comprehend how this explanation changes anything. In his mind, they were already mated, united and married in every significant sense.

“Why can’t we just enjoy each other?” He offers, a sentiment he instantly regrets as it fractures something in Hannibal. His eyes avert, faltering.

“You’re deranged.” Hannibal retorts, his voice and expression suddenly cold. “When you wake up from this trip you’re in, you’ll regret all of it.” he resumes slicing fresh figs, his demeanor unyielding. “I do not intend to be a part of those regrets.”

#i tried okay #my own prompt again lol #pls use it and tag me cause i'd love to read your take on this #it's almost impossible to picture a world where hannibal would reject will but bryan said so i tried to envisioned it #i know he wouldn't actually do this tho cause he's too in love and too proud to feel like he's being “used” by a feral will #i mean he's already madly in love he KNOWS after they f* the love will explode him so i dont think he'd risk getting his feeling hurt #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hugh dancy #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #fanfic #fic rec #writing prompt #fic prompt

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rosyblooom · 12 days

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writingstoraes · 1 year

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hobicakess · 4 months

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PLAYING DANGEROUS — (teaser)

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)

authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! I can't wait to write for this series. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

part one

There was a manic laughter that echoed through the new station. The giggles caused shivers and goosebumps to pass through everybody in the building simply because that laughter was familiar. The sounds were admitting from the little black box that sat on your desk. In horror you and your peers that happened to be close by watch the little black clown that popped from graffiti painted the box swing animatedly back and forth. Everyone in Korea knew this clown and what it meant.

“Mr.Kim is not seeing anyone right-” you push the secretary out your way causing her to stumble on her kitten heels and she watches you stomp your way into her bosses and yours office. The door opens wide slamming against the wall causing the booksvon the shelves to tremble, some even tumbling to the floor.

There he sat Kim Namjoon. He stared at you with his eyebrow raised. Some of the buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, the glass at his side was filled with brown liquid and even more books and papers laid out messily on his desk. .

With as much force as you could you throw the giggling box at him. The impact smacking him hard on the chest but with his build you were sure that it didn't do a thing. He held it in his hands flipping it over clicking an unknown button, shutting the gut wrenching sound shut off.

“ You told me if I took this story I'd be safe,*

Namjoon sighs as if you were speaking nonsense and not about life or death. “Let's be clear here you agreed to take this story when I only simply suggested it. Besides what makes you think Jack sent this?” He was right.

Maybe your coworkers thought I'd be funny to freak you out a little more since taking on the Clown killer case, still it was a sick joke that you didn't really find funny.

“Jack is locked in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards, and guns. He's not getting out anytime soon.”

The door swung open again and there stood his assistant. “Mr.Kim turned the news on!”

Grabbing the remote he clicks on the TV that was mounted on the wall of his office. The screen lights up showing a familiar smoking building. Your heart began to speed up in rhythm as you stare at the headline

Serial killer Jack In The Box escapes from Hangsang Maximum security prison

The screen flicks again to the dark red writings on the wall that used to be his cell.

‘See you soOn honey bunches 🃏’

And that was the last thing you saw before you tumble to the ground.

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ymiko0 · 10 months

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Characters: Nagi × reader

A/n: so I haven't seen a single nagi nsfw alphabet yet, so I decided to make my own:3 ( pls tag me if theres one already I'd love to read it xoxo ) and also sorry for ghosting yall (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Tags: implied fem!reader, cum eating, creampies, breeding, mentions of porn, masturbation, mentions or roleplay, E-sex, riding, missionary, mating press, pegging, mommy kink, somnophilia, toys ( vibrators ), size kink, impact play, orgasm control/edging, unprotected sex, penetration, mentions of threesome, oral, big dick Nagi.

I have a lot to say you see...

Learn the alphabet with me !!

A is for Aftercare ( what're they like after? )

We all know for a fact that Nagi is a big slacker, but hes not that big of an idiot. For aftercare, he wouldn't be able to move much after dumping load after load in you, so he'll prepare a box of tissues in advance so that after the action he would just grab it and clean you up with a tissue and go to sleep with you.

You two will take a bath after.

B is for Body Part ( favorite body part of theirs and yours )

He loves all all of you, from the tips of your hair down to the heel of your feet, but there is one body part that he loves the most, your boobies!! I mean, you can lay on them, sleep on them, grab them, look at them, suck on them, rest his hands on it while he games, everything! What more could he want? And no he does not and absolutely does not care if they're big, small, flat, has stretch marks, scars, or anything, if they are breasts, they. Are. Breasts.

And his, is most probably his hands. So he can grab your boobs. As much as he hates moving his arms around, he loves his hands. He has complete control of them all the time, and he uses it to game too!! I love his hands too

C is for Cum ( anything that has to do with it )

Hes an accidental breeder, his pull out game is shit like he doesnt even try.. he thinks pulling out is such a hassle and the mess is just much more shittier to handle with, so he really just blows his load inside to avoid the mess. With sucking off he wants you to swallow but he also sometimes cums on your face, he thinks you look pretty with his cum on your face, licking off the drops that goes closer to your mouth.

When it comes to your cum tho, oh he gets so pussy drunk when he eats you out. Once he gets a taste of your needy cunt, he will never let go of it until his jaw locks. He'll drink every last drop like a madman, he just loves you that much.

D is for Dirty Secret ( what are they hiding? )

Before he met you and became a couple, he jerks off while watching hentai or porn. He probably has these online friends that sends him porn links that he can jerk off too. He may have shoved all of those actions at the back of his mind, but he really cant help of thinking you roleplaying as one of the actresses/characters he frequently watched.

Yeah and he came on his phone once while having E sex with you I'm sorry

E is for Experience ( do they know what they're doing? )

As I said, he watched a lot of porns before so he knows what hes doing, but when he did do it with you for the first time, he didnt know how to do what he knows he should do, so the first time was kind of awkward. But as time flies by he'll eventually get a grasp of it hes a quick learner after all.

F is for Favorite Position ( how they like to take you )

When he's feeling submissive, he loves it when you ride him on a cowgirl position or a reverse cowgirl. He also loves the face off, good old missionary, and if hes feeling motivated, the mating press self indulgent.

G is for Goofy ( how serious are they )

Hey definitely serious, it's too much of a hassle to make jokes especially when you're taking him so well. But that doesnt mean he'll be a tough nut, at the moment hell say whatever it is in his mind, and that includes puns. Yes I said it, Nagi is a pun guy, fight me.

" gotta preheat your oven 'cause I'm going in raw "

" Nagi what.. "

H is for Hair ( grooming habits )

This lazy prick is inconsistent. He rarely shaves to the point that you'll actually have to shave him yourself ( if you want him trimmed ). But it's okay because you get to stare at his dick:3 ( hes HUNG ) before that, he shaves when he feels like it, I mean taking a bath is a hassle to him so..

I is for Intimacy ( is he romantic in the moment or rough/dirty )

Dont be deceived by his cute face, this hoe is dirty as hell. An innocent look from him could mean a lot of things, since his dirty head is full of dirty thoughts. He'd whisper the most dirtiest things to tour ear when you ride him chest-to-chest.

J is for Jack Off ( do they masturbate often? )

Nagi before he met you probably jerks off atleast 3-4 times a week, depending on his mood because this big baby sometimes ignores his boner because hes too lazy to take care about it.

But after meeting you, he only jerks off when you're not around like, matches on another countries, business trips, or you going somewhere. Why would he deal with his boner when you're there ready to help him?

K is for Kink ( what kinks do they have? )

Oh boy where do I start, whenever i hear Nagi's name, i hear breeding I'm sorry. Pegging too obviously, he deff has a thing with Mommies, oh did I mention he like creampies, I can see him liking somnophilia, dont forget about his size so he has a big thing for size kink ( get it? ), maybe a bit of toys too, mainly vibrators, how many times have I mentioned E-sex already..hmm maybe orgasm control/edging, impact play, and degradation too

L is for location ( where they like to do it )

The number one spot is, obviously, the bedroom. The bed is comfortable and the privacy it provides is also comforting. Second is the bathroom, though not as comfortable as the bedroom, it's much more easier to clean up after while the shower is still running. You two love to do it in reos bathroom apartment too. And lastly, the locker rooms. Self explanatory, it's when hes too impatient to go home and just fuck you right then and there.

M is for Motivation ( what turns them on )

When you wear something just for him, something that shows off the beauty of your boobs right infront of him, and then he'll pounce on you.

Or when you give him that look while sucking his neck, he'll stop whatever he's doing and shift his attention to you.

This might seem weird but, when you cosplay as one of his favorite characters. He thinks that you look so perfect and that he'll actually put effort this time.

N is for No ( absolute turn offs or wont do )

Since Nagi is famously known for being a slacker, he'll definitely make you do most of the work in bed, but if you're feeling tired, he wouldnt hesitate switch positions and give you the loving you need.

Even if impact play is one of his kinks, he wouldnt go that far as much as actually hurting you painfully to the point that you wont like it.

O is for Oral ( do they like giving oral? Are they skillful? )

This bitch gets pussydrunk the second his tounge touches your drooling cunt. He likes receiving head, but not as much as he likes giving head. He loves the taste of you so much that he knows how your pussy works like the back of his hand. The first time, he sloppily ate you out, but given the time, the amount of times hed done it, and his talent, he sure is skilled.

P is for pace ( are they fast or slow? )

I think we all agree to this, Nagi is slow paced, he thinks moving fast is a hassle and that it'll drain his energy.

No energy = no more stamina to fuck you

He loves the way you feel when hes slow too, he can feel every clench, every twitch of your gaping hole while you feel every inch, every vein and every twitch of his wet cock.

Q is for Quickie ( do they prefer fast and hard )

Absolutely not, it's too much of a hassle for him and hed rather jerk off. A quickie doesnt really pique is interest since you cant really enjoy eachother if your in a rush.

R is for Risk ( do they like to try new things )

Hes absolutely down to try new things, as long as both parties agrees then its welcomed with open arms ( and open legs ) he'd sometime soon tell you about the dirty secret he held secret for a long time to see if you're okay with it.

S is for Stamina ( How long do they last? )

Nagi trains regularly. He definitely built up his stamina, in the U-20 match, he stayed longer in the field than chigiri, he stayed there for a full 90 minutes of running and actions so hes definitely gonna last longer than average men. Hell last about 2-3 rounds, maybe even 4-5 if hes feeling very energetic that time. Hes just a cutie patootie yk

T is for Toys ( do they use sex toys to themselves or their lover/s? )

Oh he LOVES vibrators. Any type of vibrator, he loves them all. When he feels a little cheeky, hell put a vibrator against your clit while he fucks you from behind, his slow pace just adding in to the pleasure as he randomly presses buttons on the controller to edge you for a bit.

He'll also live it if you use it on him. Play with his big cock while you put a Hitachi magic wand against his sensitive tip while you stroke him agonizingly slowly.

U is for Unfair ( how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Nagi likes both. He loves it when you tease him in public, putting a hand on his thighs, caressing it, getting dangerously closer to his crotch, but just to pull away. When you stare at his chest when you take off his shirt and your hands start wandering instead of putting it against somewhere he really needs it to be. Oh when you pull out when you ride him while he was on the brink of cumming.

He also loves it when he sees you stiffen up when he put his palm on your bare back when you wear backless dresses to parties. Or the way you shy away when he stares a bit too long at your breasts, taken back by its beauty ( like he doesnt see them everyday ). Or the way you whine and grind on him if he halts his movements when you're just about to get closer to your release.

V is for Volume ( how loud are they )

Nagi is Loud. He does not hold back with his desperate noises at all. He know you love it when he openly expresses that he feels oh so so good. He definitely whimpers, groans, moans, you name it. He moans out your name when he finally cums and let out breathy whimpers after that. He would also whisper some things to your ear too, he says whatevers in his mind and u mean whatever. This man has no shame.

W is for Wild Card ( random sincannon of some sort )

He wants to have a threesome with you and reo, or atleast watch reo fuck you. Hes the closest friend he ever had and did mostly of the things he needed to do, gratitude.

X is for X-ray ( how big he? )

Speaking of big, Nagi is HUNGGG like I'm not even joking. He doesnt know that hes carrying a literal monster inside his pants. It probably has average girth but his Length. I think 8.3 inches would be enough for him, I dont have a ruler rn but he has average girth but hod does he know how to use it. Two moles decorating the underside of his cock, while 2 viens with the hint of blue hue runs down to his pelvis.

Y is for Yearning ( how high is his sex drive? )

Hes above average because most of the time hell be either be napping, or gaming. You two will fuck 3-6 times a week, depending on his mood really.

Z is for Zzzz ( do they sleep after if so how quickly? )

This is nagi who we are talking about. Ofcourse hell sleep after. As I said at the beginning, he'd be pretty spent and exsaughsted after you two fuck. Hell quickly pass out/sleep after he cleans you up or you clean him up. He dowsnt wait for you to sleep tho, he might ask a few questions while cuddling but after that, hell shut down... it'll take like 10 minutes ( minus the cleaning up part ) for him to sleep.

A/n: FINALLY IM FINISHED WOOOOO, This took me a day.. ( I finished this in church help me ) I'm also sorry about the grammatical errors too huhu and typos (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

#blue lock smut #nagi x reader #nagi smut #bllk smut #nagi seishiro imagines #blue lock #nagi seishiro #ymk0》works!

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wellgoslowly · 11 months

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Hello! I love reading your stories and I was wondering if I could get a request please. It’s for Lockwood and Co. One day, Lockwood stumbled into a small bookstore because it was raining and there he finds the reader (and her dog, a boxer please) who owns the bookstore and they start talking and the reader doesn’t think anything about it (because she talks to all her customers the same way) but Lockwood starts showing up more often at the bookstore to just to talk to her and slowly but surely they start falling for each other. Thank you so much!!!

Bookstore Girl

a/n: this is by far the longest request I've written to date! I'm very proud of it and I'd defo be interested in writing a part two. I also just love me a good bookstore romance so this was super fun to write! i listened to the song bookstore girl by charlie burg a lot while writing this!! also there's quite a bit of tea related discussions and I have never made tea so pls don't scream at me I am simply american and unexperienced.

pairing: lockwood × fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none

notices: a character in this oneshot uses neopronouns [ey/em]!! if you don’t know what they are, please check this out- and if you don’t support people who use neopronouns, do not interact. If you comment hate, you will be blocked. neopronoun users are valid and loved on my blog, and I won’t tolerate hate of any kind. if you use neoprouns- know that I love you and you will always have a place in my writing (as a person who goes by they/she/ey)

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It was a slow, rainier-than-normal London afternoon when you first met Anthony Lockwood.

“Hi there… Would you happen to have anywhere I could sit and… dry off?” You had been shelving what was left of a new shipment of classics you had just received when you’d heard a distressed patron behind you. “Oh yes, of course.” You said as you turned to face the customer, suppressing a laugh at the sight before you. A handsome figure stood behind you, their dark long coat absolutely dripping as they wrapped it around themselves, trying to salvage some sense of warmth. “We have a cafe in the back, follow me… and try not to drip too much.” You joked, and goddamn, of course the pretty customer had a pretty laugh.

“Apologies, uh… ma'am.” He said, noticing the pronoun pin on the strap of your apron. “I was just walking home and the storm came out of nowhere and one of my roommates broke my umbrella last week… long story.” They explained as you led them to the small cafe situated in the rear of the store. “Would you like anything? Cocoa, Tea?” You offered as they sat down at a small table near the entryway. “Oh, tea would be perfect, thank you.” They spoke, and you couldn’t help but notice the rapier attached to their hip as the sheath scraped gently across the hardwood floor.

“How do you take it?” Nellie, your best friend, business partner, and head barista, asked from behind the counter. “Hm- surprise me. However you take it is fine.” The customer said with a smile. You slipped behind the counter, brushing past Nellie as ey flitted about looking for the secret stash of eir favorite tea that ey always keep hidden, only taking from it on “special occasions”. Nellie winked at you as you slipped into the backroom, looking for the spare blanket you always keep back there for cold winter days. You rolled your eyes and shooed Nellie away, causing em to laugh. Finding the soft reserve blanket, you turned to take it to the sopping wet customer, only to find Nellie blocking your way.

“What are you doing?” Nellie asked, a slightly mischievous glint in eir eyes. “Getting our dripping wet customer a blanket. Why?” You asked, suspicious of Nellie’s train of thought. “He’s nice. Asked me my pronouns and told me he goes by he/him. He’s pretty cute too.” You scoffed. “What does that have to do with anything?” You laughed, causing Nellie to roll eir eyes at you. “You never let anyone use your blanket, not even me.” You laughed again. “Yeah, Nellie, well, you’re never sopping wet when you ask. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to our customer.” You say, brushing past Nellie and ignoring eir laughter as you walked out of the backroom.

When you returned to the main floor, you noticed that the customer was no longer alone. “Bruce, leave the poor guy alone.” You laughed, watching as your dog, a Boxer, jumped up, front paws landing on the customer’s lap as the customer laughed. “It’s not a problem, honestly. He’s quite cute.” You smiled, handing the blanket to the customer, who took it with a soft “thank you” and an appreciative smile.

“I'm glad you think so. Some of our older patrons don't like that we have a dog around, but I could care less.” You say, bending down slightly to pet Bruce on the head as he jumped down from the customer's lap. “Is he yours?” The customer asked as he wrapped the blanket around his body. You nodded, sitting down at a chair opposite the patron.

“Yep. This place, too.” You said with a cheerful smile as Bruce jumped into your lap. “Oh! I had no clue I was in the presence of the owner.” You laughed, scratching behind Bruce's ears. “No, I'm serious, that's really cool. I run my own business too, but it's not… quite like this.” He chuckled, almost to himself, glancing down at the rapier on his hip.

“Wait- you run your own agency?” You asked, intrigued. You had vaguely heard of agents running their own agencies, but you hadn't necessarily believed that someone your age was capable of running something like that. And yet it kind of made sense, taking in his appearance- the long coat, white button down, black tie, and slightly too-tight pants gave the desired effect of making him look slightly older and a bit more authoritative.

He smiled and stuck out his hand. “Anthony Lockwood, of Lockwood & Co, at your service. Most people just call me Lockwood.” You smiled, shaking his hand in turn as Bruce grumpily whined at the loss of your hand. “[Name], of Read Rose Books. Pleasure to meet you, Lockwood. You know, I think I've heard of you. You did the Annabelle Ward Case a while back, right?” He nodded, a sparkle appearing in his eye at your mentioning of hearing of his agency. “Yes, that was us. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, [name].”

“And I'm Nellie.” Nellie had a knack for sneaking up on you at the worst times, and that day was no exception as Nellie had somehow crept up behind you without a sound. ~~The customer~~ Lockwood himself didn't seem to notice Nellie's presence, jumping about 3 feet in the air at eir arrival. Nellie set down Lockwood's tea, and he thanked em before taking a sip.

“Oh my god, this is amazing.” He said, turning to Nellie. “How did you do that? I've never tasted anything like it before.” You could see Nellie beam at Lockwood's praise, and you couldn't help but smile. “Secret recipe” was all Nellie said before ey flounced back behind the counter.

Lockwood chuckled, taking another sip. “George- one of my housemates, would love em. He's really into cooking too- makes all sorts of elaborate meals that always taste amazing.” You chuckled, looking back at Nellie. “Even I don't know what Nellie puts in there- ey've never told me.”

“If there's anyone who could get the recipe out of Nellie, it's George. He's an insanely good cook, and he loves tea more than the average person.” You both laughed softly before Lockwood spoke up again.

“Speaking of George, do you have a phone I could use to call home? Just to tell my housemates where I am.” “Oh, of course! Follow me.” With a distressed whine from Bruce, who had to depart from your lap, you got up off you chair and led a blanket-clad Lockwood over to the front desk, where your store phone was located. “Thank you so much, I should be quick.” He said, picking the phone up. “Don't worry about it, take as much time as you need.” You assured him. “I'll be right over there stocking some classics if you need me.” He nodded, and you walked back to where you had been dutifully stocking the beautiful new editions of Pride and Prejudice, making a mental note to leave one aside to purchase later for your own personal collection.

You were still within earshot, so you could hear most of the conversation that Lockwood was having (not that you were purposefully eavesdropping, of course- it was very quiet in the store so it was very hard to try and not hear his conversation. You did try, though.) Lockwood's conversation started with a “Hi George, I wanted to let you know that I'm ok-” before Lockwood was promptly cut off by a loud voice shouting at him, causing Lockwood to jump and have to hold the phone away from his ear for a moment.

“Hello to you too, Luce. Look, I'm fine- I got caught in the storm and *someone* broke my umbrella on that case last week so I had to seek shelter before it got too bad. Don't worry- I'm at that bookstore in town… The one George has been wanting to check out? Read Rose? The staff has been very nice and helped me to warm back up but I'm not sure when I'll be able to come home with how the storm is going.” A moment of silence followed as someone- Lucy, you assumed- spoke to Lockwood. The quiet was broken only by the sound of books being pushed into their respective slots on the shelves.

“No, no, Lucy, you are not coming to get me. I don't care if you broke my umbrella, I won't allow you to walk over here in the rain- Lucy? Lucy?!” And then Lockwood let out a frustrated sigh and put the phone back down on the receiver. You looked back up at him, stifling a laugh at his exasperated expression. “I guess one of my housemates is coming to retrieve me.” He laughed, running a hand through his still-wet hair as he looked outside at the still raging storm. “From what I could hear, they sound very stubborn.” He chuckled. “Oh, she is. Lucy is insanely stubborn, believe me.” You laughed, liking the picture you were putting together in your head of this Lucy already. “To be fair, something tells me you're fairly stubborn yourself.” You chuckled. Lockwood gasped, putting a hand to his heart. “You wound me.” He said, and you both fell in to laughter.

Your laughs subsided after a moment, and you fell into a comfortable silence as you stocked and Lockwood walked around, perusing the aisles of books. You two stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and you had never been more content to just be quiet with someone before. “Now I understand why George has been bugging me to visit here for so long. We haven't had much time- cases have been piling up so George is either at home or at the Archives most of the time these days.” You nodded in understanding as he took a book off a shelf near you and examined the cover.

“I get it. Not the agency work- I don't have any Talents. The stress, I mean. My grandmother owned this place and passed it down to me when she passed. Every day there's something new to take care of or a new problem that comes up.” You laughed as you put the last book on the shelf. Lockwood laughed as well. “I know exactly what you mean. You love it though, don't you?” He asked, turning to you. He smiled as your eyes met his, and you gave him a smile in return. “Yeah,” You said softly. “I really do.”

He grinned, and was opening his mouth to say something when there was a sudden noise at the door, and then there was a borderline soaked girl holding an umbrella standing breathless in the doorway. This must be Lucy, you thought to yourself. She was obviously righteously pissed, her hair dripping as she tried desperately to control the bangs that were matted to her forehead. “Lockwood, you idiot.” She said, shoving the umbrella at Lockwood and turning to face you. She sent a look Lockwood's way, which you translated to say something like “who is this?”. Lockwood smiled.

“Lucy, this is [name], owner of Read Rose Books. She and her friend Nellie have been very welcoming and helped me to get warm. [Name], this is my associate, Lucy Carlyle.” Lucy rolled her eyes, elbowing Lockwood in the ribs and whispering something like “you can just introduce me as your friend, you dickhead” before she turned her attention to you, smiled, and stuck out her hand for you to shake. You did, softly saying “nice to meet you”, as did Lucy. “Thank you for taking care of this one.” Lucy said after your handshake had ended, pointing to Lockwood. You laughed. “It was no problem at all, really.”

Lockwood moved to return the blanket you you, but you refused. “You need it more than I do. Just make sure to return it whenever you can, ok?” He smiled appreciatively, nodding in understanding before Lucy grabbed him by the arm ans hauled him to the door. “Thank you again!” Lockwood yelled at the same time Lucy said “Have a nice night!”, and then they were out the door and the shop was silent again.

Nellie was there within seconds, pressing a warm cup of cocoa into your hand. “I'm never getting that blanket back, am I?” You asked em softly. “Probably not, no.” Ey agreed.

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It was a week until you saw Anthony Lockwood again.

It was sunny outside this time, and you had a pretty nice crowd going inside the small Read Rose venue. You were just finishing up a customer's transaction, barely had the words “have a good one” out of your mouth, when you saw him enter the store. He had on the same outfit, but his hair was more styled, in a totally not attractive way. He was entering the shop with someone who you didn't recognize. They were slightly shorter, with brown skin and curly dark hair and glasses.

You noticed the second that Lockwood found you, watching his eyes light up and a smile form on his face as he waved. You waved back and returned the smile when you saw what Lockwood was carrying in his left hand.

“I was thinking I'd never see that blanket again.” You joked as Lockwood and his companion walked up to the front counter. Lockwood chuckled. “I see how little faith you have in me.” He spoke as he passed the blanket over to you. “Well, she's not exactly unfounded. Remember that time I leant you a sweatshirt and I didn't get it back for a month?” You laughed as you placed the folded blanket on a shelf beneath the counter, not seeing Lockwood sharply elbow his companion in the ribs.

“Anyways, [Name], this is my best friend and business associate, George Karim. He's the one I told you about that's really good at cooking. ” You reached out your hand for George to shake, but he ignored it and turned to examine your store. Within seconds, he was walking away to an aisle that had caught his eye, leaving you behind with Lockwood as you yelled out a rushed, “it was nice to meet you!”

Lockwood smiled apologetically. “Don't mind him. He's au- he can be a bit brash, but he's a good guy, once you get to know him.” You smiled back as you waved your hand in a dismissing manner. “Don't worry about it. I hope I do. Get to know him, that is. Lockwood & Co. seems like a very fun bunch.”

All Lockwood could do was smile before George returned, informing you that they would be back soon but they had a case that night that they had to prepare for. You nodded in understanding. “I'll look forward to your next visit. Be safe out there.” One last dazzling smile from Lockwood and he was gone, being borderline pushed outside by George as you laughed.

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It went on like that for weeks- at least once a week, Anthony Lockwood would wander into your shop, only once or twice actually buying a book. You got to know each other fairly well- you learned that he hated sugar in his tea, that he always wore pink socks, that he didn't always wear suits, and that he started wearing [favorite color] ties whenever he came to visit after you told him it was your favorite color.

You learned that his favorite genres were classics and mystery (and that he had a bit of an obsession with gossip magazines). Often times, he would come in right before closing a couple times a week and sit and read with you to pass the time before you closed and walked you to your flat a block away.

Every time this happened, Nellie would leave work a half an hour before you and give you a set of totally non-subtle winks before flitting off into the sunset. Lockwood never seemed to notice eir suggestive winks, and if he did, he never appeared too flustered.

Nellie would corner you every morning after, grilling you for every detail. “Why do you even care?” You would say, laughing as you unlocked the storefront. “Because a super hot guy is obviously falling for my best friend!” Ey would exclaim, and you would roll your eyes and laugh it away, making sure to change the subject while you tried not to dwell on the possibility that Nellie was right.

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“Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite bookseller. Do you ever take a day off?” You laughed from your perch on one of the bookshelf ladders, looking down to see Lockwood standing below you, a smile on his face and his hands on his hips. You laughed. “Hi, Lockwood. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You bent over, grabbing a book to put up on the top shelf.

“I was sent by George to search for a book he was looking for.” Came the reply, not an uncommon excuse. You turned to reach for another book to stock, but you realized that Lockwood was holding out a book for you. “Thank you.” You said softly, and he looked up from the synopsis of a book in his hand to smile at you. “Of course. It seems you're a bit of a workaholic- I'd love to help in any way I can.” You laughed as you shelved the book.

“You're one to talk. Pretty much every time you come in here you've got that getup on and intense bags under your eyes.” You joked as you descended the ladder, taking the empty box from Lockwood's hands.

“Well, one needs to be a little bit obsessed to lead a top agency, don't they?” He asked, following you to the cafe. Nellie brightened as ey saw Lockwood trailing after you, calling out and asking if Lockwood wanted anything. “Yes, please, Nellie. Could you by any chance make your secret recipe tea to go? I really need to get going, but I was in the area and I just wanted to stop by.” Nellie smiled. “Aye aye, captain.” Ey said before they started the tea making process.

“I thought you came in to look for a book for George.” You said, turning to him with an eyebrow raised and a smile on your face. You giggled as you watched Lockwood flush. “Ah, yes, well, you see-” He was so caught up in his mumbling that he didn't realize that Nellie had appeared next to him, a bag in eir hand. “Jesus, Nellie.” Lockwood jumped, and Nellie chuckled. “Not Jesus- people do often get us confused.” Nellie joked before pushing the bag in front of him.

“What's this?” Lockwood asked, cocking a brow. "A gift for you, George and Lucy. For being such great patrons.” Lockwood smiled. “You really don't have to-” Lockwood started to speak, but Nellie interrupted him. “I insist.” Ey said before turning and running away before Lockwood could fight anymore.

Lockwood turned to you and scoffed. You chuckled. “Ey really like making baked goods for people.” You explained. Lockwood smiled, and the two of you lapsed into a comforting silence, taking in the slow crowd that filled in and out of Read Rose Books.

After a moment, Lockwood broke the silence. “Are you- would you be amenable to visiting Portland Row tonight?” His question caught you off guard, but you smiled nonetheless. “I could be convinced. Why? What's in Portland Row?” You asked, turning to look at him. He smiled softly, a soft flush dusting his cheeks. “Lockwood & Co. We just finished a pretty big successful case so we're throwing a small get together at the house, if you wanted to come?” He asked, and you could sense the nerves radiating off of him. You smiled, nudging his shoulder as you turned to face away from him, trying to draw attention away from the blush that was slowly spreading across your face.

“I'd love to.”

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ask and u shall recieve-- also i lowk meant them separately but honestly??? these along with the prev can also be read as a poly thing and it shouldn't make a difference because why have 1 when you can get both?

this is all set in a non-curse, very normal world college au btw because most of the jjk cast deserve to be happy ok? ok.

i know it's canon that gojo is actually big brained and he can literally do anything if he tries, buuut i also hc that he lacks culinary skills. like, he grew up rich, right? i'd imagine him have his parents' 50 maids cook for him. that or he just goes out to eat most of the time cause he has more pocket money than my entire bank account.

anyway, adding onto that, it becomes a problem when he's sick, because it's either you or geto to come take care of him cause my man can't cook to save a life. one time you got a fever to the point you couldn't get up and he was panicking because he doesn't know how to make soup or congee (savory rice porridge) for you, so he calls suguru in the middle of a lecture and the phone call basically went like

'okay, now add in the vegetables--'

'i burned the broth.'

'you what.'

safe to say suguru skipped the rest of his classes that day.

geto on the other hand, insists that he can take care of himself when he's sick. he only ever asks for you to do stuff for him if it's really bad, otherwise he'll probably just ask for cuddles.

either (or both) of them fall asleep relatively fast already when they're sick, but in your arms??? surrounded by your scent??? out like a light immediately.

yeah okay i still have so much more but i'm gonna stop before i go overboard ackbeuifnebu

p.s. completely unrelated ik but pls tell me i'm not the only one who's getting pissed off about this new wave of p*rn bots. i thought they couldn't get any worse but now they're putting tags on their post that are completely unrelated, and they don't properly censor the thumbnail images they use??? i don't want to have to block certain tags just because of the small minority but it's getting harder to ignore... tumblr get your shit together pls

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SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLT HI MELON NONNIE <3 omg im so sorry idk why i read it as like a scenario together but AHSBJHSBS SATORU BURNING BROTHHHH 😭😭 i honestly agree even if its canon that hes good at most things he tries im a firm believer cooking is js NOT one of them,, the best he can do is ramen and barbecue the meat for u 💀

i have a feeling that in the end suguru sneaks over to make your porridge/soup, then gives it to toru who brings it to you and ur js like. wow toru u made this?!!! meanwhile hes smiling nervously like y-yep!!!! HELP i love the idea of toru trying to take care of his sick s/o.. its so entertaining yet adorable

AND YES THOSE BOTS HAVE BEEN GOING CRAZY 😭😭 ITS SUCH A JUMPSCARE I HATE THEM idk how blr lets them get away w it 🧌

#inmaki #zuma’s 🍉 anon

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softboydrew · 3 years

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sneak away and love me

warning: this piece has smut- oral sex

- long awaited first smut piece. pls don't bite my head off LMAO

Drew was in a predicament, a big one in fact.

You might wonder why, and it’s because of his girlfriend, who looks like molten sex appeal in a soft sugar cone while sitting on their shared towel with water droplets all over her newly tanned skin.

He watches her from afar as she innocently reads her newest beach read. He can’t help but smile at her, of course she’d try and get out of the water earlier than everyone else.

Which brings us back to why Drew mentally curses himself.

A weekend getaway with friends is always a good idea, but not when you want alone time with your girlfriend, and Drew hasn’t gotten any alone time with y/n since they arrived.

Granted, there hasn’t been time in between long beach days- to hourly dinners that lead to way too much overpriced wine, causing everyone including the couple to fall face first into their pillows.

“Who wants to go to the Airbnb and grab lunch?” Y/n says, snapping drew out of his sulky mood.

“I’m gonna stay” Maddie shouts back.

"Were good!" Rudy chimes in before turning around to splash the rest of your friends.

Drew looks around at their friends who shrug their shoulders, all of them still enjoying the refreshing water that helps them escape the heat.

Drew doesn’t even say anything while he feels himself splashing towards y/n, she’s sliding on her cotton shorts and smiling at him as she grabs her phone.

“You sure you don’t wanna miss water tag?” She says pointing towards her friends making him to crinkle his nose.

Y/n laughs, shaking her head at him before he grabs her small hand in his while they begin making their way back to the bungalow.

"I'd rather do something else" he says, licking his salty lips.

"I know, I'm starving!" she says, not catching the drift of his underlying comment. His lips tremble into a smirk at her innocence.

"Mhm" he hums.

"This sandwich has been calling my name all afternoon." Y/n chuckles as she reaches into the fridge to retrieve the sandwich in question. She garbs the bag of jalapeño chips from the cabinet and brings the food to the island counter, where her boyfriend sits, his fingers tapping impatiently against the marble.

"I bet." Drew says uninterested- sticking his tongue against his cheek as he watches her pop a chip into her mouth.

Y/n gives Drew a questionable look as she takes a bite out of her sandwich before looking around the large kitchen and back over at him. "Are you not going to eat?" she questions. "You didn't have to come here just for me, babe." she says, covering her mouth after swallowing her food.

"Oh I will, I'm just not in the mood for that." Drew says, making his way around the counter to stand next to his girlfriend who of course, has no idea what he's talking about.

"Okay, then get something else." she deadpanned. "I think we still have that potato salad in the fridge if you want."

Drew hums as he moves his body closer to hers and runs his finger tips against the back of her arm, causing a shiver up her spine as she reaches for the glass of water in front of her. "I don't want that either." he says quietly, making his way towards her damp hair, sliding it over her other shoulder.

Y/n's eyes widen once she realizes what her boyfriends intentions are and she can't help but scoff as she feels his lips fan against the back of her exposed neck. Drew kisses her shoulder while wrapping his arms around her hips, allowing his body to press against her in all the right places. He traces his lips up against her soft skin and y/n giggles, feeling his hot breath tickle against her neck as she leans back and feels his hardness from the instant contact of her lower back.

"What do you want then?" she asks, turning around in his hold, disregarding her half eaten sandwich.

"You're finally catching on?" he teases while gripping her hips between his large palms.

Y/n scowls at him making him chuckle and bite his lip as he watches her run her small hands up and down his torso. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"

Drew lets out a long huff and dips his head down towards her face level and presses his nose against hers, rutting his hips against hers in the process, causing y/n to let out a sharp breath. "Too many distractions." he groans before pressing his lips against hers forcefully.

Y/n's hands travel up towards his hair and griped onto the strands, earning a moan to escape her boyfriends lips. The way her body arched under his made him swell even more than he thought possible. The way her soft hands dug into his hair as they both explored each other's mouths with wonder like they haven't took in one another in a decade made the fire ignite in bottom of y/n's stomach, earning a whimper to escape from her now, red swollen lips.

Y/n's head fell back as Drew pushed her harder against the marble counter, his large hands gripping her hips in a addictive fashion. The thin fabric of her cotton shorts would be no match for the bruises she'd probably see tomorrow, but she didn't mind, she craved it as she felt him use his lips as a paint brush against the canvas of exposed skin. The sponges of kisses against her chest began to travel down, down, down her body and she sucked in a breath as she looked down to see her boyfriend drop to his knees, his face being level to her core.

"Not here." she croaked out, her hand flying to her chest in surprise as Drew smiled at how he's already got her mesmerized by his actions.

"C'mon, pretty girl."

Drew stands to his feet and chuckled as y/n immediately jumped into his arms eagerly. Wrapping her legs around him, causing him to let out a sharp inhale at the contact of her heat against his member. She swallows his sounds against her lips while he carefully maps out the way to the bedroom they shared. To their advantage, the bedroom was straight down the hall from the kitchen and with enough ease Drew managed to get the both of them behind the bedroom door without any hiccups. With smug satisfaction at the way y/n attacked his face and neck with sloppy kisses and teasing touches Drew let his girlfriend down onto her own feet and stood back to take in her presence.

"Thank God for no stairs." He says causing them to let laughter fill the bedroom as he gripped her shorts by his pointer finger, pulling her closer to him in the process.

"I can't believe you didn't trip or slam me into something." Y/n giggles making them both snort in remembrance of previous mishaps.

"Shut up!" Drew giggles as y/n watches him slide down her shorts, painfully slow causing her to press her lips together as they finally pool down at her feet.

She locks eyes with him as he backs her up towards the bed, a haunting smirk forming on his lips as he quickly pushed her onto the bed, a soft giggle falling from y/n as he crawls over her while she awkwardly shuffles towards the pillows. Blushes and bashfulness bubbling between them as Drew watched y/n's head fall back against the fluffy pillows.

"Come here" y/n pleads, clutching onto the back of his neck, forcing his lips onto hers greedily. Drew's body fits perfectly against y/n's and they both moan at the contact of his tongue finally meeting hers again causing Drew's hips to twist into hers, whimpers drown between the two of them. "P-please." she whines, her neck arching at the feeling of him pulse against the bottoms of her bikini.

Y/n's back arched painfully as Drew repeated his movements, the both of the gasping out as y/n gripped at his shoulders. "Please what?" he taunted as he roamed the palm of his hand against her chest, pinching her nipple earning a cry from y/n.

"Y-you know wh-what." she stuttered with her eyes snapped shut and her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt his hands drag down towards her bottoms. "Don't tease me." she snapped, feeling his ego pool around them.

Drew laughed as she opened her eyes and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, the sting making excitement jolt through his body before he decided to pull down her bottoms, throwing them across the room knowing that she'd have his head later for not being able to find them.

"I won't tease you." he finally said. "Not until you tell me what you want." he said darkly causing y/n to instinctively try and snap her legs shut at the raspiness of his voice causing his eyes to darken. "Speak." he ordered making y/n's legs give out from under her, her heat pulsing at each demanding word he spoke.

"I-" she sighed as her cheeks flushed under his hard gaze, "I- I want your mouth..." she let out an embarrassed chuckle.

Drew pressed his lips together noticing her lack of confidence, his hand traveling up her body and gripped her chin in his large hand, forcing her to look up at him. A smile in return made y/n's nerves quickly fade as she looked at her boyfriend who did nothing but adore her especially at her most vulnerable. "Where do you want my mouth?" he questioned lightly making y/n bite her lip and arch her hips against his. "Use your words baby." he said in amusement.

"I want your lips here." she whispered, gripping his hand a bringing it down towards her sex, Drew's mouth went agape as he watched her eyes roll back at the slight friction of his knuckles against her naked self. "I'm asking nicely." she said with excited eyes.

Without a word Drew pushed off of his elbows and crawled down against her, giggles filling the room once again as y/n watched him grip her curvy hips and trace his hands against her thighs and spread them open for him.

"Open for me pretty girl." His breath fanned against her bundle making her shiver and lay her hands on he head as she watched his eyes take in her state. Before she could even take another breath, Drew's lips hungrily found where she needed him most and her fingers dug into his hair painfully tight causing him to moan against her body.

The feeling of him vibrating against her caused y/n to let out a cry, her head falling to the side as her back arched against his lips while he explored her with gentle strokes of his tongue, her mind slipping away into pure bliss.

"Does that feel nice baby girl?" he groaned against her with flushed cheeks, his hunger finally being met as he tased her arousal.

"Yesyes!" y/n moaned not being able to breath in a pause as she felt his lips capture her bundle of nerves in ways that were villainous. "Don't stop, please let me-" she didn't even have the luxury of finishing her sentence as drew shoved her hips down back onto the mattress, hungrily finishing off what he had been craving all weekend long. The bedroom was now filled with moans that would make passerby's gawk and stop in surprise. Y/n didn't care, nor have the capacity to stop herself from the explosion of bliss she felt, her legs shaking as she felt her boyfriends palm rest against her mouth and encourage her to scream into his hand as he moved his other set of fingers into her entrance to allow, one, two, three fingers explore her in ways nobody ever could.

"Go ahead, I got you. I got you." he encouraged with words that dripped liked honey causing y/n's fire to burst, her back arching as her hand quickly moved to grip the duvet, her eyes snapping shut as waves thrashed around her, Drew's hand moving from her mouth to let her come undone as he gripped onto her hip and support her movements against his mouth, her noises dying into whimpers as she crashed against the mattress. "There you go, I told you I got you." he mused.

Pulling away from her center, y/n gulped at the loss of contact, her sleepy eyes opening to reveal her boyfriend crawling beside her now, his hand caressing her body as she smiled weakly at him. Drew's eyes filled will concern as she placed her hand against his bicep and nodded reassuringly. "Thank you." she whispered.

"You need anything?" he wondered.

"I'm perfect." she hummed happily.

Drew chuckles and leans towards y/n, kissing her lips tenderly earning a hum from y/n as she tastes herself on his lips. She moves her shaky hand towards the elastic of his swim trunks making him grip her hand as he sits up slowly. "It's okay, we can take a break." he says looking down at her.

"Are you sure?" she says running her hands up his arm tenderly.

Drew nods, bending down to retrieve a soft kiss, "Always." he promises. "Lets get you cleaned up, okay?" he nearly whispers as he stands from the bed and scoops y/n up into his arms, heading towards the ensuite as she let out soft giggles and thank you's.

"I can walk myself you know!" y/n chimed as he set her down on the tiled floor.

Drew flashed his bright smile her way as he turned on the hot water for the shower, kicking off his trunks and watching y/n slip off her top. "I like taking care of you though." he said cheekily, taking her hand and pulling her into the shower with him.

The two wincing at the satisfying warmth of the water. Y/n wrapped her arms around Drew as he grabbed the wash cloth and began cleaning her off, her cheeks tinted pink as she watched him lovingly.

"I don't think we're ever gonna go back to the beach if you keep treating me so good." y/n teased.

"I could go an extra round plus dessert." Drew winked.

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its-deputy-caleb · 2 years

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hey! how would the gang react when they find out you’re pregnant with their baby? (javier, charles, micah and arthur especially pls!!) <3

Hii anon! usually i'd say i hate children cause i do and kids are not for me but you caught me at a good time since i've had a rough week and have been feelin' lonely so i was genuinely so happy to write this (and i'm even proud of how it turned out it felt so natural to write for a strange reason) anyway ily thank you for your ask <333

tagging my fav @kitty-the-outlaw since i agreed to tag her in my works now (ily kitty!) and anyone can request a tag!

Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch is completely conflicted when he hears that you’re pregnant.

Apart of him is excited about this idea of family because he loves you but also the thought of a child and legacy and all things children makes him feel really liberated.

The other half of him wants nothing more than to stay with the gang, its who he is and he can’t change how he craves freedom from the law and society.

Dutch will plan for months at a time, taking breaks to care for you when he can while he ultimately tries to create best of both worlds where you stay in the gang with him.

He will always be there for kisses but his favourite thing to do is to slowly rub your back when its sore or massage your muscles if you’re exhausted.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur almost burst into tears when you tell him about the pregnancy.

He wraps his arms around you and just goes into full on protective dad mode.

If it’s what you want Arthur will no doubt leave the gang for you, setting up somewhere quiet to provide and care for you.

Don’t even think about lifting a single thing regardless of what stage you’re in, Arthur will literally stay up all hours of the night to get you anything you need and he will do everything for you.

No matter your decision Arthur loves you and wants to be apart of this part of your life, promising to support you every step of the way.

Charles Smith

Charles can’t help but feel blessed when he finds out the news, his heart filling with joy and there seems to be a new way forward for him other than just the gang.

Lots of cuddles and kisses are gonna be in order

He’s so protective and supportive in the best way, reading up on books about pregnancies (not that there is a huge amount of books on women at the time) and using all his knowledge about herbs, medicines and the natural world to ensure that you’re healthy and comfortable.

Charles loves kissing your tummy regardless of its size yet, somehow it brings the two of you together knowing that you’re gonna be starting a family.

Micah Bell

Micah’s first reaction to your pregnancy is to run as far away as possible.

He’ll claim it’s because he’s an outlaw and a family will make him soft but deep down he doesn’t want to end up like his father and he’s terrified of having a kid.

A lot of it is on you to assure him that with some hard work and commitment he wouldn’t be a bad father and eventually he comes around to it.

Micah’s gonna get very protective of you despite not knowing a single thing, all he knows is that you need extra love and attention (from only him) and he won’t let any of the camp help out.

Despite how Micah boasts about a mini Micah Bell the Fourth about to arrive you know he’s gone all soft and you’ll wake up from a nap with him curled up around your tummy with his head resting gently while he sleeps.

Javier Escuella

Javier’s reaction is nothing but excited, sure he hides it from the gang but when its the two of you its clear he’s ready to be a father.

Undying loyalty and devotion are some of the drivers for Javier, you see it in his commitment to the gang and you don’t have any doubts about his commitment to family.

He stays up late making you meals, even introducing you to some of his childhood favourites that his mother used to make for him and his sister. It makes him feel less homesick and he wants to have apart of them in his new family.

Javier would no doubt consider leaving the gang for you, making it clear to you and the gang that you came first but he’d always try to have the best of both worlds.

Javier loves to cuddle you from behind in camp, resting his head on your shoulder so he can watch his hands rest on your tummy because he loves you and wants nothing more than to be with you in that moment.

Bill Williamson

Bill is literally terrified of the thought of having a child.

He stays up late, pacing around camp and stress smoking all of his tobacco as he tries to figure out whether he’s ready or not for a family.

Sitting him down, you assure him with a steady voice (and lots of kisses) that everything would be okay and that you’d do it together as a team.

Eventually Bill realises he’d be a great dad if he put his heart into it. He’s the right amount of protective over you and he balances it with enough dad jokes and support that you’d know the kid will love Bill.

Sometimes when he’s having a bad day Bill will come back to camp and just hug your waist while he kneels in front of you with his ear pressed to your tummy. He loves head scratches at the same time and you can see how comfortable he feels surrounded by his family.

Sean Macguire

Sean hears about your pregnancy when you tell him in secret only for him to jump on the table and announce it to the world that he’s gonna be a dad.

He’s totally clumsy with taking care of you or looking out for you and he needs bit of coaching from the older more experienced gang members advising them that you in fact can’t come on robberies for the next nine months.

Despite this, Sean makes an effort to learn, to put his fair share in and he comes to understand how important it is to take care of you.

He’ll always be there when you need him and he’ll pick a fight with anyone for teasing or bothering you.

Sean’s totally gonna spend all night talking to your tummy even if there isn’t a noticeable bump and he loves going over all his ideas for names and how excited he is for your family to start.

#dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #micah bell #micah bell x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #bill williamson #bill williamson x reader #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 writing #rdr2 headcanons #red dead redemption 2 #tw pregnancy

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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tumblr writers q&a

I feel so loved being tagged in this, thank you so much @pedrito-friskito !! 😭💛

If you want to get to know me 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

1) How many complete fics/oneshots do you have but haven’t published yet? Like 4 at the moment ahhh but I have so many work in progresses! And constant ideas. They do not stop.

2) How many WIPs do you have? I think 4 WIPs? I honestly have no idea because I'll start writing, come back to it while I start another and they build up

3) Do you take requests, write original fics or both? BOTH baby!!!! I haven't gotten a request yet but I'm so excited! But yes all ideas are mine :)

4) If you have requests how many do you have right now? NONE!! Pleaseeeee ask. PLS. Also I just love talking to people

5) How many fandoms do you write for? Currently only Daredevil/Defenders Saga and I think I wanna keep it that way! I only write about material I'm super passionate about//think I can deliver. (E.g. I LOVE Percy Jackson but could never write a smut about my darling boy, plus I think I'd get too angsty writing a fic about Anakin)

6) Are there any fandoms you used to write for? Yes! I have a Wattpad and used to write about Percy Jackson, Doctor Who and pretty sure 1D at some point. But this is years old and I was actually a child ok 😭

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or OC? Lmao the way that my OC is actually ME. Myself in a parallel universe. But mainly reader inserts. I'd like to try ships but I'm not sure if I can execute stuff like that! Also because I ship me and Matt. lol.

8) Niche fandom/characters you write for? Ok so I may or may not have a Michael kinsella fic in progress 👀

9) Do you read fics as well as write them? Fuck. YES.

10) Favourite genre to write for? I love fluff and romance stuff, but angst and smut are genres I love to write. I just want to make people feel things!!

11) What is your favourite trope to write? omfg girl bumps into guy and there's back and forth and yknow shit happens. I love the innocent to dark trope if that counts? (ALSO I LOVE READING JEALOUSY FICS SO YEAH)

12) What do you do to get motivated to write? I feel pretty lucky in that I draw inspiration from everything around me, especially music. I usually put on that song & let my brain do its thing

13) Is there a trope or genre you like to read but not write? Smut definitely because I feel so awkward writing it 😅 but anything Frank Castle cause I feel like I can't capture his essence.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? I feel like I never see anything Elektra on Tumblr. To be fair I hated her and Matt's relationship but I want to see more about her as a person, individually

15) How long have you been writing fan fiction? Since I was like 11 maybe lol. But the first time I posted anything I was seriously proud of was last week! (Early Apr 22)

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing? Absolutely !! I feel like I learn from those before me and they inspire me to post!

17) Do you only post on Tumblr or other sites? Only here!

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of "Drabble", "one shots" and "fics"? I don't really care for it at all! Generally drabbles are short, one shots are a bit longer and fics are more like series w chapters?

19) Which do you prefer to write more? I love all of them, I don't have a preference! I would say series are the most difficult to write because you need a good concept with plot lines/twists etc

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? None atm!

21) What is one of your main pet peeves as a writer on Tumblr? I'm lucky to not have had dealt with anyone rude just yet, but I guess I would have to say imposter syndrome which can really get me down, or when people like/reblog your fics but don't follow? idk

22) Do you write at a particular time of day? Whenever I get the idea! I write on my Notes app whenever and wherever 😭

23) Do you listen to music when you write or do you need total silence? I am hereby plugging my Matt Murdock playlist here and my Anakin/Hayden Christensen playlist here

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing? Generally yes but it depends! Sometimes mid-write I'll get an idea for a line for another fic and write it down for instance

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time of day? I kind of have to psych myself up to post sometimes but generally once I finish it!! I do edit my fics as much as possible but I like that once you post it its kind of done, before I started posting I'd edit them over and over again 😖

if you made it this far, thanks for reading!! <3

no pressure tags: @murdocksluvrr @rcughroad @catholicdaredevil

#about me #writer q&a #writer questions #I love being tagged in stuff please tag me in more #rhi's mutuals 💗

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everythingthemoontouches · 3 years

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Heyyy, thank you a lot for answering the previous ask💙 and I will stick around not for the game put also ur work💙

💙I guess myself need an advice cause I have been feeling down stuck and also lost. I guess this reading is helpful 💙 May I get a reading pls ?

💙A fact about me that I’m always try to make things perfect, not really satisfy with my work ( perfectionist) loll is this even a fact 😂

💙I have read through some of the post and reading you have made. It’s really detailed and long. You put energy in it💗💗✨💙 Thank you for ur reading and energy 💙💖💞have a nice day and take care🌙

Funfact: Sweltering heat. I do not like the summer heat. But it must be braved to enjoy litchis and other tropical fruit.

When a princess steps up to be Queen, a lot of doubts are raised about her ability. Jealousy casts doubt on the ability of rulers. In hindi we say ' haathi chaley Bazar, kuttey bhaunke hazaar'

Translation : when the King's decorated Elephant procession passes through the market place, the scraggly street dogs make a lot of noise to try to assert their dominance. The elephant could easily trample them if he so wished. You're the elephant, my love. Those who talk shit about you are merely relying on your kindness to not have them thrown out. They don't have the strength to drag you down, so they make you doubt yourself so you'll do it for them. Don't abdicate that throne, Queen for you were meant to rule 💙 this is part of your purpose (more to follow)

But you wouldn't be in this position of power / transition if you didn't have it in you to be Queen. So don't you ever feel like the CROWN is too heavy a burden for your head. Youre perfectly capable of holding its weight.

The old gives way to the new. Release the shame /burden /self image of the past. Your creations are just as beautiful in the dark but what is the point of hiding them away? When you have out your heart, soul and muscle into some work, share it in the light of the sun. I work in tech. And if you own a mobile phone even the most basic apps get an update every 20 or so days. There is no such thing as waiting until something is perfect. Of the times I have waited to bake cakes to perfection, I've burned them. 😂 I'm not saying you do this too. Cakes taste better when they are made from a place of love, (the way this reading is ❤️), when I don't have a point to prove. This stands true for anything you do as well. Do the work and release it into the world. Feedback helps make art better. You might wanna look up Sagittarius or the 8 of pentacles related content. Have you heard wild things by Alessia Cara? In an interview she says she'd go down to the studio and practice after school. She made her YouTube to share covers so that, and I quote ' I made my channel so I could get comfortable with people watching me'. Do you think she would be so good at her concerts if she hadn't faced the crowd?

Songs : Wild things

Scars to your beautiful

Another line that stood out to me was ' I didn't know I was making my album then. I was just writing songs'. The things you do, feel say, are every bit as valuable as the next person's. I know it's hard to just wake up and feel confident sometimes. The Nautilus princess, though beautiful, seems a little unsure of herself. Like she doesn't see the beautiful jewels, shells and beads in her hair. The conch she holds is nowhere near as pretty as the ones she is already wearing in her hair. I know I used to cling really tightly to people who showed me kindness when i had worse self esteem. Even when I didn't like them much, I'd still tag along, because what would I do all by myself. Know that your worth is so much more than that. Heck you're beautiful, kind and so much more powerful than you let yourself believe. Let them go. Look how beautifully the Angel de Los Muertos uses similar colours to decorate her feathers and the skulls. The Nautilus princess clubs all her jewels in her hair. Trying to cram in as much possible. The Angel knows how much each jewel is worth and spreads them out.

She is unafraid to take up space.

I bring you a message from a loved one: one whose spirit seems to have already departed, but whose physical presence lingers on for now as he or she prepares to depart from this life. I ask you now to acknowledge your loved ones who are resting in spirit, or creating new ones for their soul.

You could receive a sign that suggests tangible proof of life after death. You may soon be about to meet a beloved in a new form. I ask you to stay open minded about the form in which the souls can come and I ask you to be open to messages from these ancestors.

Be ready to be comforted and to learn more if the world beyond this world which is always with you but is not always believed in, or trusted, even when we send you messages, as clear as a flag in the sky.

OK, Now I really wanna kick your arse and gas you up 👆 I loved the energy if your ask. How you were so appreciative and respectful. It's really uplifting energy to be around. I'd send you hugs and donuts.

Also, I have to tell you this, I literally brought out two of my most pricey perfumes. One was a smoky wood scented thing and the other is this delicate floral citrus (litchi) perfume that my cousin introduced me to. I'm seeing wood and tropical summer heat kinda fragrances.

I'm not sure what you were referring to when u spoke of perfectionism, but if you are scared to release your work / hand it in, I really do think that the fruit is ripe. Don't leave it on the tree too long. It's just the right balance of sweet and tart

Act now. Do not delay your life purpose. If there's something you're called to do, this is the right time to start. Less thinking, more doing, puhlease. Put the word out. Send out your pamphlets, advertise your skills. Take feedback and make changes. People who criticise your work are the ones who help you get better. In software, this is a very normal and expected part of the process. I shit you not, Sometimes you just have to say "fuck this. Idk anything, so please tell me what to do" to the client because at the end of the day it comes down to how it's received in a service based industry.expect lots of back and forth.

Whatever the thoughts of those around me, there will be change as I change, and I will continue to hold fast to my Nautilus, as it ever reminds me to grow in ways that are in tune with my purpose, my integrity, and what I feel is right. I vow to be steadfast and true, regardless of the challenges heading my way. I vow not to misuse my power. But use it, I will, and, as a result, I, like you will grow in ways that are in tune with my true self and true purpose.

You could also look up your atmakarka?

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powerdragonmoon · 7 years

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I want to know your Paon! Nathaneäl and Bee! Chloe Headcannons please! I just saw that you had a hand in Kara's beautiful PaonBee kiss. Also, I'd love to see Chloenath drabbles or anything too. I'll try to comment on your stories ASAP!!

FIRST OF ALL!, **pets head** thank you for initially requesting the great @karawek in the first place with that Paon!Nathanael and Bee!Chloe ask, because look at what beautifulness it gave us all!!! ^__^ i seriously never really entertained the idea of Le Paon!Nath but look how dapper and smooth he looks!?!?! amazing

And I’m so happy you’re asking about our headcannons… my overall ship name for the this ChloNath hatessquare is Buzzkill so that’s the name of the fic… I’m about half way through a first chapter for it but I’ll share some of the notes I got going on!! I’ll tag you once i post the first chapter!

Cracks knuckles… so if you’re interested this is a-not-so-brief summary of our headcannons thus far … you can read them (there are some spoilers for the fic I’m writing) but if you want to wait for a fic THAT’LL TAKE ME FOREVER TO WRITE or get a head start on everything… it’s your choice :D also if you have any ideas or thoughts send them to me and we can edit this for sure:

Buzzkill - A Summary

This is an aged up AU, kids arein final year of school

Over the years, Hawkmoth hasbeen fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir… to similar lack of success as we’ve seenof him so far

Desperate, Hawkmoth decides thathe needs to change up his strategy maybe??? and looks to enlist in getting somehelp in dealing with LB and CN

He starts to look at possiblepeople that could take on the peacock miraculous – someone weak andcontrollable, that he can manipulate to help him, because of cause he’ll needthe miraculous back once he has his wife back

Looks through his mostsuccessful akumas

Volpina- his obvious firstchoice, she hates Ladybug, thereforewould probably be very motivated in his mission. However one fear in giving herthe peacock miraculous, that worries Hawkmoth, is that she would must likelybecome overly attached to the power, and Hawkmoth needs someone he can control,Lila is too unpredictable and unstable.

Dark Blade – almost successful,but as a politician, public figure, and adult, would probably be difficult tocontrol

Lady Wifi – super OP, but tooattached to Ladybug.

Puppetteer – nah, a kid?Probably wouldn’t make the best henchmen

The Bubbler – no, can’t standthat kid -___- probably wouldn’t take instruction well either… toorebellious

Mr. Pigeon – just no. That guywas weird

etc, etc, etc… he goes throughlots of past victims… no one seems right for the situation and also needssomeone who can wield the peacock miraculous, so they need to have that certainje ne sais quoi? a creative mind and big heart.

Suddenly Hawkmoth senses thenegative feelings of someone in the city

It’s Nathanael … poor boy is having a bad day/week/life

He’s pretty sure his old crush,Marinette, is in love with Adrien Agreste, how can he compete with that?!!?

His life is not going how heenvisions it in his comics and art. In his comics, he’s a hero, he wins theaffections of Marinette, and he stands up to bullies. But in real life he’s shyand introverted, can barely make it through class without sleeping. AND CHLOEIS A BULLY, mean.

Gets rejection letters for artschools he applied to … this is like the last straw, poor boy

SAD. MY TOMATO SON IS SAD ANDNEEDS A HUG

EVILLUSTRATOR, Hawkmoth senseshis negative feelings and is reminded of Evillustrator… sigh… such a promisingakuma, the ability to draw up anything?? an artist only limited by hisimagination?? Could make for an interesting Le Paon…

Not only that, but this boy isvery “weak”, someone that Hawkmoth can easily control and manipulate, and evenbetter he can promise him the chance for power and even then if he must, hecan threaten him via blackmail, what better motivation is there than doingsomething in order to keep a loved one safe (Marinette)

Enter Le Paon!Nathanael Villian

His mission from Hawky: to capture the Ladybug and Chat Noirmiraculouses… Hawkmoth will send out an akuma to distract them, Le Paon will goin for the kill

Basically do as Hawky says, or bad things will happen

Nath is super bummed, but with the miraculous and power, Nathanael slowly gains confidence inhimself, he is re-given the power to bring to life what he draws like when hewas Evillustrator, but now with a magical peacock quill… he hates to admit it, cause he hates Hawkmoth and everything, but he’s enjoying being Le Paon (apart from the whole evil henchman thing)

He starts to question what Hawky’s plans are with the miraculous… he doesn’t know how powerful they are together (Hawk obviously kept the godlike powers tidbit to himself) but Nathanael starts to get intrigued… questions he’s kwami about it

Meanwhile…

Queen Bee!Chloe’s Hero Origin

Chloe finds Bee Comb amongsther mother’s old things (DUN, DUN, DUN!!!!) ????

Wants to join Ladybug and ChatNoir team! SUPER PUMPED, this is like her dream come true!!! LADYBUG IS GOING TO BE HER BEST FRIEND FOR REALS NOW

But every time she goes out tofight an akuma, she runs into some peacock a**hole (huhuhu) who is planning onattacking Ladybug and Chat Noir during akuma attacks

She foils his plan every time,cause she’s awesome

But gets more and morefrustrated though that she can’t manage to meet Ladybug because she’s too busy kickingpeacock boy’s a**

Also struggling with being ahero that’s going unnoticed, and being a good person, her kwami appreciates hersassiness, but scolds her quite a bit for her “stingy” behaviour

So she tries being a better person as both Chloe and Queen Bee, but hold habits die hard

Also I now present to you TheHATESQUARE – (PLS send help, these ship names are just… well, they’re not good guys! >___

Nathchlo (Nathanael//Chloe)

Chloe bullies and makes fun ofNathanael (kinda like how a preschooler pulls the pigtails of the girl helikes, but grown up), Nathanael does not appreciate the treatment, but afterbeing akumatized (the first time), just tries to stay out of Chloe’s way

However, as he gainsconfidence, over time he starts to stand up for himself and others… and Chloeis like “Uhhh, what now?” **internally** “he’s kinda cute’ *___* wait??! what?!?!

In her civilian form… Chloetries to be nicer… it’s hard. But she starts to become more guilty about all theakumas and hurt she has caused, all the trouble she’s cause Paris, when she always thought of herself as Paris’ Princess, and all the work she’s made for Ladybug

Nathbee (Nathanael//Queen Bee)

Nathanael hates Queen Bee, but in order to hide his identity as LePaon, he tries not to make it obvious… also out of costume he’s not able tofight her, he’s at a disadvantage… but damn if she doesn’t look good in hercostume…

Beon (Queen Bee//Le Paon) OMGPLS I DON’T DO WELL MAKING SHIP NAMES… but uhhhhh, this is the ship we’re allhere for **insert Jason Mamoa gif of him folding out chair to take a seat***

HATE FIGHT HATE FIGHT **angry makeout** HATE, FIGHT (this is theirrelationship in a nutshell)

They fight, they bicker, they border line flirt while trying topunch each other’s face

This is also kind of an exploration of their characters…Chloe,usually the bully is now face to face with a super villain and it scares herthat she sees a bit of herself in this peacock creep… she tries to get him to see that what he’s doing is wrong… why would he want to hurt Ladybug?? be a hero, not Hawkmoth’s pawn!

Le Paon on the other hand, doesn’t see himself as a Hawky’s henchman… over time he realizes that Hawky isn’t even a threat to him… he’s basically just in it now to keep his miraculous, to keep his powers… because for him, he’s a hero…. who’s to say when he gets the ladybug and chat miraculous that he’ll actually give them to Hawkmoth?? and hey maybe he can add a bright shiny comb to his growing collection…

Paochlo (Le Paon//Chloe) … actually no, it’s Cholaon (pronounced Cologne cause for some reason I think that’s the funniest thing ever!)

Le Paon HATES CHLOE and is notafraid to show it

Chloe HATES LE PAON and isdefinitely not afraid to show it

This is like the inversebizzaro version of Marichat

Hope you like it!! Pls send me any thoughts/ideas!!! I’m only half way through ch 1 so changes can easily be made… or other writers can soooo go ahead with whatever awesome idea they have!!

EDIT: We got a first chapter now!! :D posted here on tumblr and also on ao3

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