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heliads · 10 months

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Something More

Based on this request: "a jealous four. reader isnt oblivious and sees the way four looks and acts with her but she gets tired of him taking long to shoot his shot so she starts flirting with another dude to make him jealous"

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Something in this room is driving you mad. You can feel the weight of it pinned directly between your shoulder blades like a knife, following you relentlessly no matter where you go. You can pace back and forth across the training room, you can traverse the whole of the Dauntless complex, but you still know it’s there, he’s there. Watching. Waiting.

Four.

It is not an aggressive stare, this, it does not make you afraid, far from it. Four is not a threat to you, nor, you think, he will ever be. He is simply looking, simply observing, but for some reason that act has the power to completely throw you off kilter.

Maybe it’s because he is only ever looking at you like this. Yes, that must be it. Four is an instructor, he has the responsibility to watch everyone here to keep them from harming themselves or others, but something is different when he’s around you. Instead of passively observing, he’s well and truly looking at you, like he likes what he sees and wants to see more, too.

You try to put it out of your mind. Four is not your concern here, or not so anything more than the fact that he’s one of your initiation instructors and you’re trying not to get dropped before you enter the faction properly. It’s not Four’s fault if you get distracted by his attention. It’s not Four’s fault if it only ever leaves you wanting something more.

As time goes on, though, and that something more never comes, you start to chafe against the constant pressure of his attention even more than before. He treats you differently than the other initiates, but only slightly, only ever enough to make you dream of the possibility of something changing down the line. He’ll never give you more than the time of day, but from the way he won’t ever stop his constant affiliation with you, you can’t escape the idea that maybe, just maybe, he wants that something more just as much as you do.

The end of Phase One of Dauntless initiation draws ever closer, and Four fails to act on anything he may or may not be feeling. You could be wrong, of course, he could mean nothing by his ever present attention, but you’re not willing to take the risk of letting a small something fade away and be forgotten once initiation is over.

If Four will not do something, well, then, the burden of acting on these impulses falls to you. Tricking an initiation leader into revealing his hand won’t be the easiest task in the world, but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. Four should know that, seeing as he’s so inclined to marking your every action. He should know that you would provoke him like this, and he should have seen it coming from quite far off indeed.

You need one more person in your scheme to get under Four’s skin. You find your target with ease— Thomas, a dark haired boy also in your initiation class, close enough to your rank that you won’t have to worry about keeping him close but just enough below that you’ll be able to drop him without needing to fear retaliation. Thomas is fast, smart, strong, all the things that would perhaps give someone like Four cause for concern. In short, he is perfect, and so the plan is laid.

Next morning, you ask Thomas if he wants to spar together the next morning, just to practice. He nods readily; you’re one of the best people here, it’s why you thought Four started paying attention to you in the first place, up until the point when he stayed there in your corner even when you made mistakes. The two of you head to a fighting ring near the side of the training hall, and if you specifically chose the one right in Four’s line of vision, well, no one needs to notice that but the two of you.

You jump up and down, trying to get some blood back into your muscles. Across the ring, Thomas does the same. He grins at you, evidently proud that you’ve chosen him of all the other eligible fighters. “Hope you aren’t looking for a victory, Y/N, because I’m going to kick your ass.”

He’s grinning, though, so you smile back. “You wish. When we’re done, you’ll have more broken bones than everyone in the med wing combined.”

“Promise?” Thomas asks, laughing, and lunges for you. You roll just in time, hitting the ground right before him.

Usually, this is the part where you get right back up again, ready to take him down for good. However, your primary motive for this little endeavor isn’t necessarily to win, just to get someone’s eyes on you. So, you stay down, grappling with Thomas so he has no choice but to pin you, up until the point where you escape out from under him and do the same.

Thomas raises a brow suggestively. “You know, I may have lost that round, but I’m kind of happy anyway.”

You grin. “Does that mean you’re fine with losing again? I’m sure my ranking and I won’t have any problems with that.”

Thomas opens his mouth to retort, but he’s cut off by the sound of an irritable shout. It’s Four, arms folded so tightly across his chest that he looks a few seconds away from breaking a rib. “Focus, initiates! You’re not here to talk.”

When you glance over at him, you can’t help but smirk at how furious he looks. Everything is going according to plan, then, he’s jealous, just as expected. He may be in charge of everyone here today, but damn if you can’t play him like any other. Looks like all that talk about so few fears and so much bravery doesn’t stand in the face of plain old envy.

In a great show of reluctance, you get off of Thomas, extending your hand to help him up. He takes it, knuckles lingering over yours for a few moments longer than necessary. You can just make out Four’s silhouette over Thomas’ shoulder, how every fiber in his body seems to radiate with barely controlled anger.

You can only push a ruse so far before it becomes too obvious, though, so you drop Thomas’ hand and get back into a fighting position. This time, you try a little harder to win, exchanging punches and kicks for a good period of time before ‘accidentally’ dropping your guard and letting Thomas tackle you around the middle. He’s obviously in the mood to play around too, and takes his time spinning you in the air before placing you carefully on the ground.

“You better watch yourself,” he says, breath uneven from the exertion of the fight, “I think I’m catching up to you.”

You look up at him, eyes half-lidded. Thomas’ dark hair falls around his face, given the impression of a halo by the light right behind his head. All of a sudden, though, he’s ripped away, and the blinding light falls onto your face to reveal a newcomer. You didn’t hear Four climb up onto the platform of the fighting ring, nor did you detect him coming so close until he pushed Thomas away from you.

Four’s face is a dark slate, devoid of any emotion except a sharp, cold fury. His voice is clipped when he speaks, and when he tells you to meet him outside, now, Thomas actually jumps out of his way. Thomas flashes you an apologetic look as you go, but you can’t find it within you to return it. After all, this isn’t a punishment, not for you.

In fact, this is exactly what you wanted. A scene, a public show, some sign that Four would be willing to transgress his perfect picture of leadership to make his feelings known to you. You may have forced his hand more than a little, sure, but all’s well that ends well.

The door slams shut behind you, abandoning both you and Four to the dark emptiness of the hall outside the training room. All the other initiates are somewhere inside that cavernous chamber, running laps or practicing their form, and the other Dauntless are at their jobs. No one would see the two of you, then. No one would see what transpired here at all save you and him and the beating tension between the two of you.

Four’s face doesn’t lose its chill even when Thomas is out of sight. “Do you want to tell me what that was?”

You shrug as casually as you can. “I was sparring with a friend. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“Oh, really?” Four asks, “A friend? That’s what you call whatever that little display was?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell him. It’s far more fun to play the innocence card as long as you can, it certainly doesn’t help Four’s temper.

Four scoffs. “Of course you do. You think I didn’t see how often you were looking at me? That whole time you were with him, purposefully going easy so he could keep his hands on you. You think I wanted to see that?”

“I don’t know,” you repeat, “You haven’t given me any reason to think otherwise. All you do is stand there and watch. Maybe one of us had to do something.”

“So that’s what this was?” Four asks, brows raised, “You wanted to do something? I’ll show you something.”

You’re expecting the kiss, you have been all morning, but that doesn’t stop the breath from leaving your lungs in one rapid rush when it finally happens. His hand is on the back of your neck, keeping you there, with him, in that moment. It feels like drowning, but the thought of living after this is such an inconceivable notion that you’d rather just let the waters claim you whole.

He breaks away eventually, unfortunately, and even in the shadows of the corridor with his face only bare millimeters away from yours you can still tell that he’s proud of himself, corners of his lips twisted up in victory. “Was it worth it?” He asks slowly.

You let out a half-laugh, a needy breath taking over the rest. “It was,” you decide.

“Good,” he tells you, and kisses you again, just so you can be sure. Perhaps jealousy has its merits after all.

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monstrousvoice · 2 months

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Bedtime

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Relationship: Husk X Reader

AN: Inspired by this post, I wanted to write Husk being sleepy and needing to be picked up from the hotel's bar. Fluffy and sweet! Reader’s gender isnt specified but you do use a couple of sappy, schmaltzy nicknames for Husk, fair warning

Tags: Fluff, References to Alcohol, References to Alcohol Addiction, Sappy Romantic Nicknames, Other Cast Members Mentioned, If I missed any please let me know

Summary: The Hazbin Hotel is pretty peaceful at night.

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With a huff of frustration you sat up in bed, scrubbing your hands over your face. Your hands dropped to your lap as your eyes wandered the empty bedroom. The lamp light was still on, casting an amber glow over everything from the empty booze bottles still on the shelves you haven't thrown out, to the mounds of dirty clothes neither you nor your boyfriend had bothered to pick up. The clock read midnight. You look to your side, his half of the bed still empty. Still cold.

That was why you were having such trouble sleeping, you knew. You needed your nightly cuddles if you were ever going to fall asleep.

Sighing and stretching your shoulders, you stood up, making yourself look somewhat decent before you left your room. Despite the late hour you knew better than to walk through the hallways without pants on.

It was…surreal to walk through the hotel at night. When you had lived in the center of the Ring, there was always noise, always chaos. There were times you were so scared of being a target for a robbery (or something worse) that you couldn't sleep at all, only closing your eyes for a few minutes before jolting awake at the sound of a car crash and gunfire outside your window.

…But here there was nothing. Night was almost peaceful. If you really strained your hearing or went outside the distant chaos would be noticeable, but walking through red and gold hallways, the only real noise came from your fellow residents.

Sometimes you would come across Nifty scurrying around, dusting and bug hunting and muttering to herself. Sometimes Angel would get back from work in a good mood because Valentino had been in a good mood, and you could hear his favorite music playing from his room as he sang along, spinning Fat Nuggets around and around.

Even when you suspected he was sleeping, the soft sound of jazz and radio static never stopped playing from Alastor's room. You were grateful he was on one of the top floors and far from your room. You don't think your beau would be able to sleep at all knowing his Master was right down the hall.

Sir Pentious could make quite a racket when he was in a tinkering mood, but he always spent his time doing so in the hotel’s workshop and, to give him credit, he tried working on quieter projects during the night after Charlie asked him to keep it down once. Charlie herself, and Vaggie, were both pretty quiet too. The only time you could think of them making too much noise at night was one instance. They had decided to have date night at the hotel watching movies, which led to a tickle fight that had Charlie screeching in joy and sent the rest of you on red alert that she was under attack.

Both her and Vaggie had apologized out of breath and with red cheeks.

You didn't come across anyone tonight as you made your way to the lobby. The tv was off, throw blankets neatly folded on the couch. Some bits of metal and electronics were left on the coffee table, you assumed it was a project Sir Pentious had been working on before calling it a night.

You kept walking, your destination being the bar.

It was neat and tidy as always…except for the unconscious bartender laying across it. You smiled softly as you crept closer, and the sound of soft snoring reached your ears. Husk was dead asleep on his side of the bar, his back slowly rising and falling with even breaths, wings limp and touching the floor. His head was laying on his folded arms, hands still gripping a clean empty glass and a rag.

You hadn't mentioned it to him yet, but you were proud of him. Lately he had been opening up more to the others in the hotel, making actual friends, you dared to call them. And with that change came a change in Husk. He was smiling more, even laughing, and drinking less. It made your heart warm and gooey that he was learning to let his walls down around others besides you.

He was happier.

He wasn't gonna be happy in the morning with a sore neck and pins and needles in his legs for sleeping standing up, however.

You snuck up behind the counter, stepping over his limp tail to get closer to his warmth. With delicate precision you pulled the empty glass and rag out from his claws and set them aside. You slowly wrapped your arms around him next, mindful of his sensitive wings, carding your fingers through the fur covering his arms and shoulders. You leaned close to his flicking ear and whispered.

“Husk? It's time to get up baby…you need to get to bed.” A snort and a twitch of whiskers was your only response. “C'mon, wake up handsome~” you cooed again.

A grunt, and suddenly a golden eye was fluttering open looking around but not really taking anything in. Husk coughed, slowly pulling himself upright and smacking his lips together with a frown. You could guess his last drink was making itself known to his taste buds.

“Fuckin-Wh…where…?” He looked groggy, eyes fuzzy with wide pupils, and the fur on his cheek he had been laying on was clumped together in the cutest case of bed head you've ever seen. (Who were you kidding, every morning waking up next to him was the cutest case of bed head ever-) He gave a loud groan as he stood up, leaning forward hard onto the countertop as his legs and feet woke back up.

“Shiiit…fuckin feet, goddam-...” He muttered and cursed some more, and you wrapped your arms around his middle to help hold him up. Even in his dazed state he tried to return the affection you were giving him, one of his hands moving to cover yours where it gripped him. His tail swished and curled around your legs as he woke up.

“Did you have one too many with Angel again sweetheart? I had asked him to let me know the next time you fell asleep here…” Your brows furrowed in concern. You couldn't really be mad at Angel if he forgot though. When he and Husk drank, they got sloshed.

“N-no…not Angel.” Husk muttered. His baritone voice was deeper than usual, sleep making it sound gravely and…well, husky. He dragged the hand not holding yours down his face, scrubbing and wrinkling his muzzle to wake up more. His mouth opened wide in a yawn, one that granted you a chance to see the rows of fangs he had hidden away in their full glory. You noticed tears pricking the corner of his eyes as the yawn ended and he licked his dry lips.

“...Was Alastor. Wanted some drinks, and when he finally left, I had his mess to clean up.” Your heart ached in sympathy. You know how much a night spent with just Alastor rubbed your man the wrong way. And the worst part was…

You couldn't do anything.

But you could do this for him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before nuzzling into his neck, taking a deep inhale of his smell. You spoke again, voice muffled by his fur, but with the way his ear cocked towards you, you knew he could understand.

“-’M sorry baby. Com's t’ bed? It's com’y…” He chuckled at your muffled words, turning in your arms to hug you back. Face to face, he was able to nuzzle his own face into your neck this time. Husk took a deep breath and held it for a moment, relishing your scent before breathing hot air against you. It tickled.

“Yeah…yeah ‘m ready for bed…” He mumbled. Despite this you both stood there a moment longer. His arms were so firm and strong where they rested on your hips, and you loved the way his shoulders and back were so easy for you to hold onto. You simply didn't want to move yet. He smelled like booze, of course, but underneath that was the smell of his cheap cologne and his natural scent, and you let it envelope you entirely. Sleepy or not, you could stand here with him for eternity…

But, you figured his feet were probably killing him at this point, and you'd rather you both be comfortable during cuddle time. So, with a sigh you pulled away, but not before giving his other cheek a kiss to match the earlier one. Husk simply smiled at you, eyes hooded and soft with love.

As you both turned to make your way up the stairs to your shared bedroom, neither of you let go of the other. His arm stayed firmly on your hip, keeping you pulled as close to him as possible without tripping you both. You couldn't complain, you were doing the same thing, holding him to your side to support his tired body. His wings still drooped with their weight, the tips of his feathers touching the floor as you walked.

It was a quick walk back to your shared room, kisses and ‘I love you’s being whispered as you went. You didn't even care about the taste of stale booze in his mouth when you kissed him anymore. You had come to love it in a weird, pavlovian sort of way.

When you finally got back, you shut the door behind you with a soft ‘click’, and Husk stayed glued to your side as you did so. Already his eyes were slipping closed again, and the sight had you cooing in adoration.

“You are so adorable you know that? Such a handsome face, looking so sleepy…” He pouted at your words, but the blush on his face was obvious despite his fur.

“Shut that cute mouth up before I shut it myself-” He grumbled.

“Oh? And how would you shut it, hmm? I'm oh-so curious!” You teased him further, and giggled loudly when his response was to bury his face into your chest to hide away.

“-’m too tired for this-” He whined, actually whined, and you relented.

“Okay, okay sweetheart. I'm done, let's go to bed, yeah?” At his tired nod you stumbled your way to the bed, almost tripping on a pile of clothes in the way. When you finally reached the edge of the mattress, Husk finally let you go. He all but dragged himself across the blankets before flopping down on his side, only taking enough time to make sure his wings were tucked away safely and wouldn't get crushed. You stood still, smiling down at him.

“Not even gonna take off your pants big boy?” Your response was a tired huff. Husk laid with his face buried in a pillow, your pillow to be exact, and watched you with one sleepy eye. He held up his arms and made a grabbing motion towards you.

“C’mere doll…wanna hold you…” And if that sight didn't break your heart, nothing could.

“Hold on, let me get you situated.” Husk groaned in protest but didn't stop you as you crawled over the bed and to him. With practiced movements you undid his suspenders and popped open his pants, wiggling his clothes off him. In nothing left but his boxers, you tossed your blanket over him and finally settled down at his side.

Immediately he snuggled into you, pulling himself as close as possible to your body heat and curling himself around you like a leech. His legs wrapped around your hips and thighs, arms around your back as he buried his face into your chest.

He was asleep in moments.

Unable to stop smiling, you brushed your fingers through his fur and settled down yourself, finally feeling the sweet embrace of sleep now that your cuddly man was where he belonged.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel X Reader #Hazbin Hotel Husk #Hazbin Hotel Husk X Reader #Husk X Reader #man its been awhile since I posted anything here and on AO3 #hope yall like it #My Writing

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delacoursshp · 10 months

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Hii I came across your fred fic and i have to say that it was really amazing ! I saw that you were taking requests and i was wondering if you were down to write either a victor krum smut where the reader is close to the golden trio and a bit jealous of the relationship him and Hermione have, but ends up being invited to the Yule Ball by Viktor, or a brother's best friend smut fic with Fred where the reader is Ron's best friend and stays a lot at the Burrow and secretely becomes Fred's gf but get caught by Ron and are forced to reveal their relationship.

Have a nice day, sorry if there's any mistakes, english isnt my first language !

oh myy dayss. i love both ideas! i chose the viktor krum smut bc my boy needs more attention. i think this is longer then i wanted it to be, i got carried away😭 but here you go love!

viktor krum x fem reader

"my jealous girl."

- use of y/n, jealous reader, reader is friends with the golden trio, both are of age, yule balllll😍😍

warnings: smut, 18+, doggy, oral (f receiving), rough but loving viktor, love-making, dirty-talk bc we need to hear our mans sexy accent.

you were sat with your friends, neville, seamus, harry, ron and hemione; the 4 boys were gawping at the triwizard cup. you rolled your eyes at them, and you started a rather hateful conversation about mrs trelawney with hermione.

you never really found the triwizard cup that interesting; yeah, it was cool and yeah, anyone who won the cup would be one of the bravest people alive, but whatever.

a lot of people entered the entrance hall, admiring the blue object. one particular figure caught your eye. the buff, burly yet skinny visitor; viktor krum. your eyes stayed glued on him. yesterday, when he first made his appearance at hogwarts, before you even knew he was an amazing quidditch player, you already had a big crush on him. he was exactly your type. for a split second, his deadly eyes caught yours too. he savagely strutted towards the cup, stepping inside of the age circle.

he dropped what looked like a small piece of paper into the cup, and an enormous flame flew upwards, calmed down and his mates were cheering.

viktor smirked proudly; it looked like his eyes were fixated on you again. you almost blushed, and glanced at hermione, who was smiling at someone opposite of her. following her eyes, you saw viktor again, who was now smiling a lot brighter, and winked at.. hermione? the two didn't break eyecontact, until fred and george caught everyones attention.

you felt a sort of unease rise up within you. it felt like an itch, that you were unable to scratch, or a knot in the stomach that wouldn't let go. the feeling wouldn't go away, and you started to feel like it was becoming visible on your face.

you stood up, muttering a 'see you later' to your friends and hurrying off to the gryffindor dormitory.

you sat down on one of the scarlet red sofa's, grabbing a book and began "reading", although the book was held upside down. your face was heating up, your brows were furrowing and your nostrils stood flared. why hadn't hermione told you something was going on between her and krum? or was there even something going on? well it certainly seemed so didn't it?

tumultuous thoughts relentlessly raced through your head. your grip on the book hardened so much, the pages started ripping.

the bell rang.

you almost forgot that you still had one last lesson today. you dropped the book on the floor and rushed to your next class. everyone was already seated, and you went to sit next to hermione, who was sat behind ron and harry. she looked at you as though worried, as you were taking your books out of your bag.

"y/n, are you alright? you dissapeared just like that, earlier." she had this merciful expression glued on her face, and you smiled and muttered 'fine, i'm fine' to relieve the tension from her sad face, but you also still felt uneasy being in the presence of someone who possibly liked someone you did too.

once the lesson had finished, you stuffed your books and -about the 7th time this day- a work sheet into your bag. you immediately walked off. "hey- y/n! wait up, will you?" ron yelled. great, you thought. just perfect. hermione was the first out of three to catch up with you. "are you sure you're fine?" she asked. you sighed.

"hermione, what is between you and krum?" you spit spontaneously. she looked at you as if flabbergasted, then said, "well, me and viktor are kind of, you know, dating."

'what?' you thought.

"right." you replied blankly, nothing else could come out. they're together? this only made that irritating storm inside you worse, like you were about to puke.

you walked with the three of them to the dorms, staying quiet. on the way, you glanced at one of the yule ball posters. 'now who am i gonna ask?' you thought. of course, there were lots of other boys willing to ask you. but you didn't care. you thought you had a chance with viktor. how stupid, too. of course he'd already have someone, considering his reputation.

you realized the four of you stood before the fat lady, who was whining about something that sounded like 'that longbottom child.' hermione muttered the password and she, ron and harry stepped in, except for you.

"actually, guys, you go ahead. i'm just gonna go fetch neville, he's probably stuck again somewhere." you lied. they nodded in agreement and hermione yelled 'bye!' as the painting closed. the fat lady looked confused at your presence. "my dear, i've already let you in. i don't suppose i have to-"

"no, i'm going." you spoke quickly, not being able to bare another one of her rants.

you made your way down the frustrating stairs. instead of actually fetching a probably struggling neville somewhere, you went to the triwizard cup. you just stared at it, the blue light radiating on your skin. there were barely any people here, most of them still had lessons to attend.

you rested your head on your hand, focusing on the blue flames, waiting for anything to happen; even if it was the most impossible thing ever; viktor krum asking you to the ball.

just then, viktor entered the hall. great. he sat down next to you. you avoided his eyes, but your breathing was far from slow. it was awkward, but comforting. having him close to you. sad that nothing more than that could ever happen, as you wouldn't betray your friend.

then, viktor inhaled. a shaky, sort of inhale. "y/n" he spoke.

'y/n? as in, me?' you thought.

"what?" you said, still avoiding his gaze. it wasn't supposed to come off rude, but you just couldn't look at him. he sighed, in a nervous way, then spoke words you'd never thought would come out of those beautiful lips.

"y/n, would you like to go to the yule ball with me?"

you gasped softly, eyes widened and immediately averting your gaze from the cup, to viktor. of course you wanted to say yes, but what about hermione? you were truly confused. so he wasn't going to ask his own girlfriend?

"viktor," it felt weird to say his name infront of viktor himself. "what about hermione?"

viktor pursed his lips, "we are no longer something. i broke it off with her just now. she was pretty, yes, but i do not want her. i've always wanted you. i know you want me too, right? i see it whenever i am with hermione. your face goes murderous."

you laughed in embarrassment. "oh, please. i don't want you that bad."

"sure, y/n. but... what is it? yes or no?"

"it's okay, y/n. it really is. he apologized. though you should've told me earlier that you liked him!" hermione assured. you had told hermione everything about what happend. her reaction was relieving.

"i know! i still feel bad, though. who are you going with?" you asked. you truly felt bad that viktor just ended it with her like that. hermione grinned. "oh, no worries, i've got someone." she said mysteriously. you both let out loud laughter at her tone of voice.

"'mione! c'mon, tell me!" you begged. "well, he's a hufflepuff, brunette, handsome. good at quidditch." she whispered. you thought deeply. hufflepuff.. brunette.. good at qui- "DIGGORY?" you gasped. hermione shushed you while chuckling and nodding her head. "we're both some lucky girls, aren't we?"

bang! the door slammed open.

"hermione! y/n! we've already found dates!" it was ron, harry next to him. "i suppose you haven't yet. that's okay, you can take eachother!" he teased, both boys chuckling. "i think all the best guys are unavailable by now-"

"mind you, ron, we've already gotten dates. the best ones, too." you said, grinning.

hermione laughed at rons dumbfounded expression.

"what? who?" ron squeaked.

"i told you, the best ones." you repeated, giggling with hermione.

"pfft, alright then, don't tell me! like i care!" ron said angrily before storming off, a smirking harry behind him, looking back at you and hermione.

you winked at harry then playfully shoo'ed him away with your hand.

"atleast harry got it."

it was the day of the yule ball. everywhere you went was excited murmuring; girls talking about dresses, boys sharing which girl they were gonna take, and even staff giggling happily.

the lessons were shortened to give students more time to get ready for the ball. once all the lessons finished, you, hermione and ginny rushed to the girls dorm to get ready. hermione wore a beautiful, soft pink gown, a light tint of red lipstick, and her hair done in a glossy, tight hairstyle; your almost empty, abandoned bottle of sleekeazy's hair potion finally came in handy.

ginny was also allowed to go, since she's been asked by neville. she wore a white-beige dress with a gorgeous tiara.

then there was you, you were wearing a long, tight, glimmering dress that revealed your back, neck and shoulders. your hair sat loose, shining. you haven't ever felt prettier.

the three of you admired eachother and giggled, before making your way to the ball.

you were greeted by viktor, who was wearing a red suit of rough material. "you are beautiful." he said. you smiled up at him as he offered you his hand. you took it, and the both of you walked off to the ballroom with the other contestants and their dates.

after a while of dancing, viktor suddenly took your hand and walked to an empty, faraway space in the ballroom. "viktor, wh-" he shushed you with a deep kiss before you could finish your sentence. his hand crept up your waist and you leaned into his touch. the kiss ended rather difficult and sloppily, since both of you didn't want it to stop.there was a moment of just examining eachothers facial features, lust and need filling the air so quick, that your pants were being heard. your heart was beating so fast you were sure viktor could hear it.

"come on." he said, and you had no choice as he brought his arm around your waist and forced your steps to follow his.

"viktor, are you sure we can just leave the ball like that-"

"shh. in here." he said firmly. he pulled you into a barely lit, small messy room. it looked like an abandoned cupboard. your eyes wandered around the room for a second before viktor had you by the waist again, connecting his wet lips to yours once again.

it didn't take long for his rough hands to slide down to your butt. he squeezed the perfectly round cheeks, making you whimper into his mouth. he kissed you harder, deeper. you backed up on instinct. he followed, still in the what seemed like an endless make-out session. your back was now against the door, and viktor snaked his hand behind your back, easily unzipping your dress. you broke the kiss, gasping for air. viktor now had his attention on sliding your dress off, slowly. teasing.

"viktor.." you whined. it was supposed to be warning, but it came out desperate. and you were. who could blame you, when his lips felt that good.

he bent his head forwards licking a stripe up your throat and then kissing around your earlobe. he sucked on a spot by your jawline, making you let out a high-pitched gasp. "i love your little noises." he whispered into your neck. your dress finally fell off, leaving you in your bra and panties.

"ohh, fuuck." viktor mumbled, as he raised his head from your neck, eyeing your body. you automatically moved your arms to cover up yourself, but viktor grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them above your head.

"don't do that. you are perfect." he said, his other hand playing with the waistband of your underwear. you thrusted your hips forward, impatiently waiting for him to give you something.

he chuckled at your antics. he slid your underwear off and turned you around. your hands clawed at the door material, as krums back locked you tightly to the door. you heard the faint sound of a belt buckle unlocking, and you let out a sigh of relief. viktor smacked your butt one last time, making you squeal. you cursed your current position for not being able to see how his pants and boxers slid off. he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, swirling it around the little hole.

"viktor, please." you softly said. viktor chuckled darkly, kissed the back of your neck and held your wrists behind your back. he entered you slowly, the both of you moaning in unison. he stopped at the hilt, pulled away fully, then pushed back inside completely, making you cry out.

"so sexy." he moaned, biting at your neck. he started a slow, passionate pace, which didn't last long. you gasped loudly as he sped up, faster and faster, until wet skin-slapping noises were to be heard.

your moans did not only increase in volume, but in amount as viktor let go of your wrists to hold your throat tightly. your head now fell completely limp onto his shoulders, eyes shut. his other hand moved to your bra, clicking it open and letting it fall off.he played with your breasts, in a way they jiggled every now and then. "fuck, viktor! don't stop.." you screamed, not caring as the music from the ball was far too loud for anyone to hear you.

"thaaat's it. cum on my cock, beautiful." his words sent shivers down your spine, one in particular that sent shockwaves to your core.

he retreated his hand from your tits, lowering it to your thigh. he squeezed the flesh before lifting it up so he was tip was probing at your cervix.

"oh god- ah!" your voice was barely working anymore, as you were close to your orgasm and mainly because of viktor grip on your throat. "i'm, i'm-"

"go on." he said, his voice sounding strained. "please, baby." this sent you over the edge. you shook and choked on your own moans. the feeling was nothing like you had ever felt before. with the little strength you had, you reached for viktors hair and held onto it, to express your gratitude. he grunted in amazement, once again placing kisses along your jawline as you came down from your high. "my jealous girl."

your legs felt like jelly, so viktor muttered a spell that shoved the junk away to a corner of the room, making space for you to lay down. he picked you up and followed you down onto the floor. he was placing kisses all over your body, making you sigh in sensitivity. then he reached your stomach, licking around your navel and kissing it. tiredly, you smiled at him. he grabbed your legs and moved them just slightly upwards, making you wince. viktor then stuck his tongue out, before letting it dissapear into your cunt. "oh, viktor." you moaned.

the new level of overstimulation made you squirm and gasp for air. it felt so good, but it was too much. he licked you clean, his tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, and dancing along your entrance.

"hmmhh.." was all you could let out, as he finished with a kiss to the clit, and sat up on his knees.

viktor watched you intently as you got up on your elbows, too exhausted to move any other muscle in your body.

"look what you did, krum." you said playfully. he just smiled in return, looking rather proud.

"next time, you reward me for it, yes?"

.・。.・゜✭・

a/n: no bc, LOWKEY in love rn. i love love loveeee this idea, and i'm so grateful i got to write this. anywayss, hope you enjoyed! <33

.・゜゜・

- sincerely,

@delacoursshp

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amaramizuki666 · 1 year

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Shared sensation part.6

Danny walked through the main doors of his haunt. His beloved nestled soundly aginst his chest, sleeping peacefully. Danny didnt care that this man was a clone of the soulmate who rejected him. Danny has nothing aginst clones. And elle will be ecstatic to know her new dad is like her.

On a more personal note, danny dosent hold any grudge aginst his darlings original. Sure his previous soulmate may have rejected him but they where kids. And after haveing a few years to think about it, it made since to danny why his previous soulmate would brake their bonds.

Danny isnt stupid he remembers the pain. The pain that his soulmate endured nightly. Danny figured that his soulmate cut the bond to protect him. So sure he dosnt hold any grudges aginst the guy, but he does wish the guy would have talked to danny before destroying the thing danny cherished most. So no, no grudges, hes just a bit bitter.

"Danny your back after than I thought" sam says as she walks up next to him peering over his shoulder to see the boy sleeping s look soundly in his arms. "Damn hes cute, better not fuck this up dumbass" sam states and danny nodded at her words. "I wont be. He is mine and I will keep him by my side" danny says passively as he continues down the windy halls of his haunt.

"And what if he wants to be in the liveing realm? The GIW are still a threat you know" sam says her voice like static as she topic turns to the GIW. "Then we will live in the human world until he is ready to live here, and with the GIW I think I could use a side project. I've let them live far too long" danny says his voice like ice, his haunt bending to his emotions starts to frost over.

"Well ok then be careful, ttyl I got to go meet up with tuck for a gaming sesh" sam says and leaves. She knows when to not push things. She was bad at that before. Always wanting to know, always pushing boundaries. But over time danny relized she was just testing him, to see if he will leave her too. Which fuck that she is one of his fright.

Danny is taken from his inner monologue as he reached the doors to his room. They opend on his command and gently closed themselves behind him.

His room was decently sized. The walls where a dark purple that mixed into the starry sky of his selling. He had a balcony, a vanity, a dresser, a rug with star shapes on it that looked like he bought it from target.

Danny walked over to his large king sized bed and layed his beloved down gently. Danny examined him. Danny looked at the boys shut eyes and peaceful expression. The halfa moved a strand of his loves long raven hair from his face smiling softly.

Danny's eyes trailed down to the bloodied one peice tight black body suit his darling was wearing. Then his eyes traveled down to the silver bracelet clampt tightly to his beloved's wrist.

Danny scowled and reached over grabbing onto the bracelet. He let his ice corse through his palm to a point. He then grappled the bracelet and snapped it. Danny dosnt want his other half to think lesser of himself because of his clone status. Elle whent through that, being in Danny's shadow, and he wants to spare his love the pain.

Danny sighed and stood up walking over to his wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and some black work out tights for his love to change into when he wakes up. Danny would do it for him but he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Ugg" a soft groan echos through the room and danny is beside is bed in moments. He watched (unblinking like a creep) his beloved's azure blue eyes flutter but stay shut.

He can tell his love his takeing stock of his surroundings. He sees as he slows his breath and focuses on his other senses. Danny knows his love noticed him beside him. He love seems to have been trained.

But by who? Did they take him put of his pod occasionally to train him? Or did they stuff knowledge into his brain as they grew him?

"I know your awake" danny says his voice soft yet firm. He sees his loves body stiffen. His core hums with hurt as his loves fear of him. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise" danny says trying to coast his love to stop the charade.

His beloved's azure eyes open and hold his gaze with a glare. One that says try me. "Who are you? what do you want with me?" The man asks firmly, his unwavering gaze feels like a storm at sea ready to drag him to the depths.

A grin tugs on phantoms lips. "I'm danny phantom, king of the dead and never born. And as what I want with you, surely you can feel that for your self, cant you?" Danny says his voice taunting as he rests his hand on his hip.

The man sits up slowly studying danny looking him up and down as if searching desperately for something. Danny waited for his loves replay. "Danny? As in danny Fenton?" The man questions his voice and face lack any emotion. Danny is the opposite his face probably showed the considerable shock he was in. That was not the replay he was expecting to that statement. How did his love know his human name?

Part. 5

#writing prompt #writing #danny phantom #dialogue prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dc #dc comics #batfam #my writing #clone tim

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

After Maeve

- after Maeve’s tragic murder, Spencer isolated himself in his apartment for a while

- in the two weeks he didnt leave his apartment, he was left multiple gift baskets by Penelope, and every member of the team came to visit at least once, only to be met by an unanswered door

- Spencer had gotten used to the knocks at his door followed by the voices of his friends offering their support, he never had the strength to reply verbally, but he appreciated their visits

- one day, though, a knock was followed by a voice he hadnt heard before

“Umm...hello? Is anybody home?”

- Spencer lifted himself from the couch and travelled the great distance for his front door. looking through the peephole, he saw a woman that he didnt recognise, holding a plate with a towel tenting slightly over it

- she looked worried. that was enough to override Spencer’s grief as his FBI instincts took over and he opened the door

- she grinned at him with an expression of intense relief

“O-Oh! Hello! I wasnt expecting you to answer the door, my name is (Y/N).”

“Who are you?”

- Spencer was beyond confused, but when he saw the blush that lit up your face, he wondered if his question seemed harsh or rude

“I-I live just across the hall, I moved in last week and ever since, I’ve seen people come and go from your door- a blonde woman with glasses brings baskets regularly. A-At first, because nobody ever answered the door, I thought maybe whoever lived here passed away and they were leaving things in your memory. B-But they talked to you through the door sometimes, I noticed on my way to and from work. So I thought, well, you must have gone through something terrible and I wouldnt be a very good neighbour if I didnt try to help- I know it isnt my place and Im sorry if Im oversteppi- I made some cookies but u-uh you dont have to tell me anything, I just thought- oh god Im sorry, I’ll just go.”

- your explanation was hurried, panicked and somewhat guilty as you attempted to speed walk back to your apartment

“Wait!”

- Spencer called as loudly as he could manage, you turned to face him, still clutching the towel-covered plate that he now knew to be hiding freshly baked cookies

“You dont know me, we’ve never even...”

- he couldnt bring himself to finish his sentence. never even met, just like her

- tears stung his eyes, his voice left him

- immediately, you noticed the changes in his body language and you scrambled over to him, placing the plate of cookies on the floor among the baskets

“Can I hug you? Is that alright?”

- Spencer nodded and you didnt take another second to think before you pulled him into your arms

- as soon as you embraced him, his tears broke free and rolled down his cheeks

- much to his surprise, the hug didnt feel awkward at all. it was the most comfort he had allowed himself to receive

- he felt more comfortable with someone who didnt know him, didnt know the details of what happened to him. you were someone new, someone who had never known him before he had been in this state; you had no expectations of him, no loyalties or personal care towards him, so he could break in front of you

“Shhh, it’s alright, you’re ok. Take some deep breaths for me.”

- your voice was so soothing to him, the first one he’d really heard ever since that gunshot

- Spencer nodded into your shoulder and pulled away from you slightly, which was your signal to let go of him

- he wiped his tears while you picked up the plate of cookies and gave them to him

“Like I said, you dont have to tell me anything, but these are for you. Im right across the hall if you need me.”

- and you were

- at least once a week, you would knock on Spencer’s door and deliver him a new batch of some homemade baked goods

- cookies, cakes, banana breads, anything!

- sometimes Spencer didnt have the strength to answer the door. on those days, you’d leave the plate of food at his door, run back to your apartment, handwrite a quick note with a pen, then run back to his door to place the note on top of the plate. that way he’d still get a little bit of conversation from you, even if he didnt have the strength to answer

- he couldnt describe the combination of appreciation and guilt

- on the one hand, you were ridiculously sweet to him, unconditionally caring towards someone who was little more than a stranger to you, at a time when he really needed a friend

- on the other hand though, you were working tirelessly all day and then coming home to immediately bake him something more than once a week, he didnt think he deserved that, and the closer you got to him the more in danger you were

- that mentality continued throughout your friendship

- you two naturally drifted closer than friends did, but every time Spencer noticed, he would retract into himself

- he thought he was protecting you, but in reality he was hurting you

- he didnt realise just how much pain he was causing until you confessed your feelings and broke down crying because you thought your obvious feelings for him had been making him uncomfortable

- that’s when he told you about Maeve

- it wasnt easy for him, even after knowing you over sixth months

- he cried, you cried, it was a very emotional moment

- he assured you that he did care about you a lot, more than he would for a friend, but he was just so broken

- you held him until he stopped crying, and then you told him something that changed his whole perspective

“Spencer, it is impossible for history to repeat itself. You can hit me with any statistic you want, but the fact is, no matter how similar an event may be to another, the people involved, the time, the day, the context- it would all be different, and therefore not a repeat at all. What happened to Maeve will not happen to me.”

- he knew you were right, and your words did reassure him, but his heart was still wounded; it was scarred

- somehow, without him having to say anything, you knew exactly what he needed to hear

“I dont want a relationship, not now, and not ever unless you are completely ready. Patience is as easy as breathing when it comes to love, Spence, so I dont mind waiting.”

- and that was that, you two had come to an understanding

- over time, Spencer allowed himself to venture closer to you, emotionally as well as physically

- your presence was comforting enough that once he calmed down, he wasnt afraid of the feelings he had for you

- you explained to him randomly one day that part of you was worried he only thought he had feelings for you because you had helped him heal, in the sense of sexual transference syndrome

- while you were rambling about this and essentially inventing a cop-out for Spencer just in case he didnt actually love you, he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you walking beside him, and kissed you

- he then took a few steps, acting as though he was casually continuing to walk, while you stood frozen, in a daze

- Spencer gave you a dazzling grin, like the swoon-worthy interest in a cheesy romance movie

- without a word, you reflected his grin back at him, and took the few steps necessary to catch up with him

- the two of you began walking side by side again in silence, avoiding eye contact bashfully

- you gingerly reached out your hand and nudged his ever so gently

- Spencer smiled to himself and interlaced his fingers with yours

- and that was just the beginning

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #criminal minds

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trash----panda · 4 months

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STORY, PT 1

Honestly, this faucility was too big for comfort, built for those who are "normal" size the walls seemed to tower over her, not that she cared. Joey was used to being ignored when it came to archtecture, they figured since she had wings she didnt need a ladder or anything, what about when she was tired? Just walk up the wall. Gods these people are annoying. The pixie stood around 1.5 inches tall, she was in no way large, just below average in height. She had fuzz covering most of her body as well as rounded wings to support her body in the air. She was a type of black fly so they needed to make special accomodations in the canteen. Supposedly it was worth it as pixie agents were in short supply, she knew at this point she was only on boarded as a diversity token.

A soft sigh escaped her as she headed through the hall towards her new dorm, she'd been warned she wouldnt like her roommate, but just like the safety briefs, she'd ignored that. She finally found the room towards the end "109"... She didnt like the number. Whatever she was being paid, they said something about her roommate being a... 'what was it again?' she unlocked the smaller door made for her 'it started with a c didnt it-' she froze as she stepped through the door, making eye contact with the massive, blue, creature.

'Coloratus.... It was a coloratus'

They starred a moment before she took a slow step backward and slammed the door, her hearts racing as she quickly tried to get out of there. 'what were they thinking?! Im going to die in there' she was so caught up in her mind she didnt even notice the other rushing out of the room. He was scared of...well... scaring her, trying to speak softly, little "wait wait wait"s coming from him as he tried to follow, causing the ground to shake when he ran over. She yelped, feeling her face redden with embarrassment at the noise, doing her best to hold her ground

"what"

'fuck that was supposed to sound confident'

she watched his eyes, trying to spot even the faintest hint of hunger before he gets a chance to strike, instead just finding worry.

"sorry, i-i know it isnt ideal but we can work something out ok? I-i didnt know you'd be here today or i would've cleaned up, or do flies like dirty rooms? I dont really know, that's kinda why..." he just started rambling, trying to salvage the situation in any way. This was her partner? This is who was supposed to accompany her to battle?.... She could work with this. She did her best to straighten her posture, wanting to at least seem a little bigger.

"i just forgot something at intake" she tried to play it off, knowing that was probably the worse excuse she could pull, at least it shut him up for a moment.

He froze, just kinda starring down at her, his blank expression making her nervous. She even flinched when he finally did move, his sigh washing over her when he did "o-oh ok do you need help moving it? If it's big i can get it? I-it's really no problem at all" well.... at least he seemed to have bought it

"no it's just my scarf, but since you offered" she dropped her bags, figuring she might be able to boss him around a bit "you can put my bags inside"

He perked up immediatly, a soft purr escaping him "o-ok, i can do that!" He scooped them up, getting up to leave before pausing "oh right, my name is Dendro" he smiled at her, still blushing over how stupid he felt right now.

She hesitated, if they were gonna be living together they needed to exchange names at least "Joey"

He tried to keep it hidden but he was obviously excited for this "Nice to meet you Joey!" He hurried back to put it away, leaving the pixie alone with her own thoughts.

'gods why does he have to be so cute'

#giant/tiny #oc #size difference #my ocs #gt fluff #gianttiny #gentle giant #pixies #gt story #gt writing #my oc stuff #oc story

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vyntilador · 1 year

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Enchanted

They always say that promises will eventually be broken, no matter how many times the other party swore. You knew the eventual pain will soon devour you and engulf you in a dark feeling of melancholy but, why must he, out of all people, betray you like this?

Genre: Angst ofc

Characters: Vyn, Marius

Fandom: Tears of Themis

No pronouns mentioned so its gn(i think.. This isnt proofread😭)

Royal AU‼️

T/W ¦ C/W: none?? (i forgot was cw stands for but slay anyway)

A/N: MIDWAY TRYNA WRITE VYNS I THOIGHT, WHY NOT MAKE IT A MISUNDERSTANDING??? SO HERE YALLS GO IMMA GO HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS LDMAOOAAOAOOAAOA ALSO ROYAL AU????

I think i need to do vyn justice tbh

Also explenation at the very end of this post!!

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𝓥𝔂𝓷

Loving him was a sacrifice; a risk. Yet, like a moth to a flame, you were captivated by the shining light that he was and so was he or at least u think so. The gentle smile he puts on his face every time he catches sight of you, the way he purposefully brushes his hand against yours when you're walking side by side, how he looks at you lovingly as you tell him all the things that happend that day, was it all a hoax? A lie? He was more than capable of doing so since he had a great understanding of the human brain. He promised you then and again that he'll never fall for the cheap tricks of his father to let him go back, nor will he let your relationship turn for the worst but was it all a lie as well?

Your eyes remained fixated on the scene bestowed upon you; Vilheilm de Haspran, the heir of Svart, standing beside a woman with his arms around her waist. His eyes sparkled like how it did whenever he listened to your stories, his posture remained formal but it was still relaxed; he's never been like this to anyone from the royal family, nor has he been with other people except you. It was as if time stopped but in reality, you were just frozen in place while you tried to process what was happening and without you fullu functioning, you walked away from them, slow walking turning into jogging to running. The sounds of your shoes tapping echoed through the elegant halls as you desperately run away, closing your eyes to try and erase the memory of it when suddenly, your face hits a soft surface and you come to a halt as you slowly lean towards it, losing balance. You gasp and open your eyes quickly to look up at him as he smiles down at you; "I expected everything but to bump into an angel from the heavens itslef. Are you alright?"

Vyn route(this) —> Artem route(next) (not written yet)

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𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

He was an overly energetic prince that constantly caused trouble so you were fully aware that by being in a relationship with him, there would be many instances of misunderstandings and hindrances but this time, he's gone too far. Due to his good looks and the skill for managing a whole nation despite his young age, many ladies have always took a liking to him and that meant that there will be many women that'd invite him for an arrange marriage despite already being in a relationship. He'd usually decline everything, keeping you in his mind but this time, a particularly stubborn lady had come. She'd already come many times before, trying to have Marius' hand in marriage but seeing how he's unsuccessful, she's turned to the tactic of seduction. She came to balls that he hosted with revealing clothing, improper for a lady of her standing, yet she never cared. You and Marius sat and hung inside one of the private common rooms of the palace, his arm around your shoulders as you sat on a couch, staring at the stars outside when you excused yourself for a moment, smiling to yourself as you went to grab the present you prepared for him. You caught sight of a woman by the corner of your eye but you brushed it off and continued walking to your shared room, fairly far, with a spring to your step. Unknowingly for you, the woman you saw was Marius' stubborn admirer. She opens the door with you out of sight and she sighs and smiles for a moment, the moonlight, shades her figure instead of shining on her as if the stars and the moon above knew of her plan.

"Oh, were you waiting for me? Have you gone through a change of heart, your highness?" She speak speaks in a low voice, forcing her voice to sound 'attractive'. Marius whips his head around to see the persistent woman, he sighs and he spoke in an uninterested manner. "My lady, with all due respect, I wish for myself to stay calm and collected when speaking with a woman so please, just simply take 'no' as an answer." He stands up and turns to the woman, staying a safe distance away. "I'm afraid that's impossible." she slowly walks towards him. "You're simply restraining yourself because of that witch" Marius furrows his brows at the woman's words. "Have you no shame?! How dare you speak so unpleasantly of the prince's lover?" His voice rose slightly and he stared down at the woman that stood right in front of him. "You no longer have you restrain yourself, darling. That...lover of yours will soon be gone."

You however, were walking back to the room Marius was in with a small box in hand. A bright smile was etched on your face as you thought of how this jewelry will fit him perfectly. You reached out to turn the door knob when suddenly, a hand rest on your waist, gently pushing you out the way as an arrow passes by you, leaving only a few inches away from your face. You flinch and turn around but you saw your most talented knight and closest friend, shielding you. "It's alright. They're gone now." You whisper a quick thank you as you open the door and the box in yiur hand falls to the floor as your eyes glued to the view before you. The woman quickly pushed herself to him, her hands on his face as thier faces collided and so did their lips. You were frozen in place, not by the freezing air of the night but by the pure betrayal. Marius pushes the woman away and catches sight of your bewildered face standing by the door. He reached out but you quickly turned by your heel and walked away, leaving your gift for him and Marius himself. He pushes the woman away and knelt down to grab the box you left, and as he opens it, there sat a necklace with a purple gem on the middle of it. He stands back up to run after you but your most trusted knight stops him. "Forcing it won't do you any good." Those were the only words he said before walking after you, leaving a hurt Marius behind.

Marius route(this) —> Luke route(next) (not written yet)

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A/N: for the things at the end of the post, im making it kinda like a love triangle or smthn so like the Vyn—>Artem route, artem comforts you at the next part and the same will happen in the marius—>luke route unless i change things up. Since this one is an angsty one, the next will b comfort

(which saves me a fuck ton of time like,,, LOOK AY HOW LONG MARIUS' IS😭😭 i wrote this for a solid hour and also thx vyn for releasing me from writers block💀 i appreciate ur sacrifice)

Lemme knkw if its too small bcs like while editing this in tumblr, i almost tried zooming in n im blind asf so,, 💀

#tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn richter x reader #vyn x reader #marius von hagen #marius x mc #marius x reader #tot marius #marius x you #tears of themis vyn #tot vyn #tears of themis marius #tears of themis x reader

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shurislovernjoy · 1 year

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Lay back for me

stud!shuri x fem!softdom!reader

Im a new writer so please dont judge.This was inspired by multiple peoples writing and letitia hitting 1 billion name views

word count:idk

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Shuri isnt a person who understands the meaning of self care.She’ll find ways to care for everyone but herself.It almost hurts you to see.

Being together for 4 years meant the most to you.She was so good at everything.Being supportive,gift giving,and especially pleasing you.She always found a way to make you cum first.No matter how ruggid her thrust got or how tired her toung got.You always came first.

That needed to change , you lover her to much to see her tired all of the time.You walked happily down the hall staring at all of the family pictures down the way.Being taken aback you stopped to see a new one?Queen Romonda and tchalla.You thought of the queen as a mother you never had , she always told you sweet things like how you saved shuri and that you where perfect for her.You know how she’s watching over shuri and wants nothing more for her to be at rest.

Entering the lab you here the soft voice of griot “princess, y/n has entered the lab”shuri doesnt take a look towards you , instead she just smiles “Hello sithandwa sam ,why are you here do you need something “turning around quickly with a worried look and grabbing your hands.

“No my love I am fine”You giggle at her worries before kissing her deeply, letting go of her hands and letting them roam from her face and slowly down to her neck.She holds your waist lightly”you sure your ok”

“yes shuri im good”You let your hands roam lower to feel her waist skipping over her chest on purpose.”my love there are big windows in my lab , i cannot please you right no- mh”You start to suck on her neck purposely leaving a mark.

“who said I wanted you to please me “Gripping onto her waist you pull her out of her seat to sit her on the lab table knocking everything over.Shuri knew she needed this just as much as you do , as she decides not to fight and to let her hands roam.

You stop kissing her and start to undress her , pulling off her lab coat and shorts to reveal a sports bra and boxers.You start to feel a tight heat inbetween your thinghs causing you to clench then tightly.Laying shuri back you kiss her slowly going down ,making sure to leave marks in every area tou see.

You start to here light wimpers coming from her as you remove her bra. She hisses at the cold feeling of the air hitting her nipples. Making them stick up and you begin to suck and lick all around them.Causing her back to arch.

“shh intombi eswiti its ok, its ok”You rub small circles along her sides to soothe your queen.Speeding u the process you grab her boxers ,shuris eyes open , being suprised from the sudden tone change. You bend down inbetween her thighs and see what your working with.Shuris pussy was pretty and overflowed,her slick all on her thighs and lips.”is all of this for me love?”you bend down and lick her clit light enough for her to not feel it,atleast you thought.

Her hands shoot to the sides of the table gripping tightly ass she closes her eyes tigter , almost glueing them shut .”YES,yes its for you all of it my love please”.Your poor baby,being so busy she hasnt had a chance to love on herself at all, and you didnt notice.

You rub her thighs kissing the inside of them softly “I know , I know its ok ill have my mouth on you soon,and ill make you cum over and over, until this pretty pussy cant breath , is that what you want?”She wastes no time opening her eyes and looking at you, hands still gripping the table”ewe love ewe, ndicela unditye, ubeke umlomo wakho kum,I need you”

That was all you needed to hear as you quickly started to lick and suck all on her clit,leaving no space untouched.”f-fuck love y-yes”.You stick your tounge in her hole swirling circles around in it.Shuri grabs on your hair tightly ,you dont mind all you care about right now is pleasing her , your queen.

“am i making you feel good love?”You take to fingers and push them into her softly , wanting her to use her words”mhm your so g-good,p-please love harder please”Such a good girl you thought as you pushed your fingers in and out of her harder.Angling them to hit the right spot”Is this good love,hard like this?”She squeezes your hair tightly as her mouth changes to an o.”fuck yea just like that,fuck i-i-im gonna cum”

“no mami you better not , not yet”She shakes her head leaning it to the side”no? what do you mean NO”you drill your fingers into her while adding a third one.

“fuck no, no,no, i cant hold it y/n im sorry,im so sor-im cumming FUCK”at this point you want her to break your rule.You know your gonna punish her for it later.So you suck in every last drop as she fills your mouth with her cum.It tastes sweet like honey,loving the taste you watch her shudder under you as she gets overstimulated.

“im sorry y/n i-i couldnt hold it anymore”You walk up to her shuving your now white fingers in her mouth.”its ok baby its ok,i still have to punish you though love you know that”you walk over to the drawer of the lab pulling out a strap shuri had been working on.You knew it was for you but today was special.It used the power of vibraniam to have you feel everything shuri does.

Being to tired and blissed out from just on orgasm you thought she wouldn’t speak. “your not using that on me are you?”She looked at you from the table.”shuri walk to me please.”You lean on the glass window looking outside while attaching the strap to you.Nobody was there and you realized it was 2 in the morning.”love do you wanna kiss me?”She nods quickly the big height difference you to making you want to quit the whole dominant thing.

“im gonna fuck you,right now,and you will be good, is that ok with you love”She smirked lightly,still tired”yes baby,i will be good for you” You grab her hand taking her to the couch and sitting down,hoping shell get the pont.Thankfully she does and she drops down on your dick slowly grabbing onto your shoulders.”be nice please”you nod at the request knowing dam well that wasn’t gonna happen.

Shuri bounces softly and you watch,loving every bit of it.It makes you wanna switch places more often.Deciding to change the pace you grab onto shuris waist and slam up hard.You see her face contourt and loud whimpers come out of her mouth as her mouth slowly turns inti an o.

You slam her on you hard watching how her tits bounce in your face perfectly.Loving the sensation shuri keeps up with you bouncing at the same pace.Every jump a moan slips out her mouth.As she holds on tightly to your back.”f-fuck shuri your so wet and tight for me, sucking the fuck out if m-such a good girl”She starts to pick up the pacs as shes practically drooling”Yes im your good girl fuuckk im yours only yours yes mh-“

Shes cut if by one hard thrust at her g spot that does it for her.Her hips buck back and forth as she hugs you tightly,shoving her pretty tits in your face.The room is filled with her loud moans as she comes down from her high, but your still going and thrusting as your nearing your relies.”oh fuck,y/n yes right there,yes fuck me baby im yours cum all in me baby fuuuckk”just bawling at this point.You then feel your release you cum into your queen.

shuri gets off of you thights shaking as she sits down on the couch next to you,also exausted. “that was so good uthando, i didnt know you had that in you.”

“me either really but, shuri you cant keep working yourself like this.Your hurting me and mostly yourself,I get you need to protect wakanda but remember to protect yourself to, ok”you sit there teary eyed as you tell the woman you love how you feel,hoping she will give the right response.

“ok love,i am sorry”She hugs you tightly wiping your tears as you bury yourself in her chest.”now im gonna go run you a bath, cause we both know you cant do it”you laugh together as you walk away satisfied on how your day went.

@inmyheadimobsessed @generallysapphic @shurisneakers @shurima-roommates

#shuri smut #letitia wright #shurismut #black panther #letitiawright #marvel #daddy panther

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iwasbored777 · 8 months

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so ur trolls posts got me to watch trolls world tour again. i remembered liking it but i couldnt remember why, but now i know for sure

I FCUKING LOVE TROLLS WORLD TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THE INCREDIBLE WRITERS WERE SECRETLY ON TROLLS 2 !!!!!!’n

I CANT TBINK OF A SINGLE FLAW IN TROLLS WOULD TOUR!!!!!!!

i was NOT expecting a brilliantly written masterpiece about colonialism, but thats what i got, and its going in the greatest of all time hall of fame in my brain forever.

im not gonna sit here and regale you on the message of the movie. they only said fax, no printer, and its an important message to send kids. alot of the messages kids get about races and borders is “we are all the same 😚” but they came in with the “we are NOT the same and that is both good and bad, both exciting and dangerous so you need to be aware of dangerous ideas of “harmony”” and thats so real. kids need to understand differences are OK.

i love how they backed off the “chosen one” vibe poppy had in the first movie and talked about her flaws as a leader. while her stubborness was a good thing in the first movie to contrast branches pessimistic nature, it wouldnt have worked here, and i can see a cheap writer (like m*chael w*ldron) either insisting she gets away with her selfishness and carrying on with the happy ending anyway, or pretending that wasnt a character trait at all (because w*ldron doesnt watch the first movie and writes a sequel anyway)

my favorite scene is the bubble scene and the woods right after they leave funk where branch confronts poppy. do i even need to tell you why?

i just want to mention it because im pretty sure branch sings a cover of “girl crush” by little big town, which is a country band, and branch said he likes country music earlier and that slays. but when poppy comes in, what they sing is definitley not girl crush, and i cant tell if its giving “trolls can mix music” or im completley wrong and its a different song alltogether. but i cant tell if that song is homophobic or is super gay, so if im wrong thats prob for the best.

the only flaw i can think of is the country music, as a midwestern i can confidently say that was an affront to real blue grass country music. i guess born to die “works” but it didnt represent country as well as the other genres did. theres alot of controversy in the country music fandom with alot of singers who sound exactly the same and produced like its a factory line. but even if people still think miranda lambert and carrie underwood arent true country singers, their songs wouldve worked better than born to die. also the country trolls shouldve been on a self sufficient farm instead of the wild west. that wild western jazzy piano and country music isnt the same.

the only bad part about the movie is that it ended and barb ATE. SHE LEFT NO CRUMBS WITH THAT INTRO. send ask.

Lol I love your review. I love Trolls World Tour a lot too and all their other movies. Great stuff.

And yeah I love Poppy and how she can accomplish A LOT but she doesn't make it on her own, she needs character development and help from others just like everyone else. Characters are surprisingly realistic.

Barb really was goat, the best antagonist in the franchise. I love parallels between her and Poppy, how both had different intentions (Poppy wanted to help and Barb wanted to conquer) but Poppy's method was also wrong and both Poppy and Barb and everyone had to make compromises for all tribes to live in harmony because no one has to change their lifestyle for that to happen, all they have to do is accept that they're different and that's perfect. Just be yourself and let others be themselves.

That song in the end (Just Sing) slaps hard (and so does Can't Stop The Feeling btw).

P.S. Tiny Diamond fucking slays 🔥🔥🔥

#luv them #trolls movie #trolls world tour #trolls band together #trolls holiday in harmony #trolls holiday #ask and answer

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heliads · 2 years

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hii how about an image about fake dating with harry potter? and he’s really cocky and playful in this so reader doesn’t know when he’s feelings are serious or not so she tries to pull away from him but he catches her one day and makes her talk to him and he explains that everything he’s done ans felt is real. thank you love xx

im going to be honest i have never known harry james potter to be cocky nor playful so in the name of characterization that man is going to be sarcastic instead ALSO I FUCKED UP THAT SAYS FAKE DATING AND THIS ISNT FAKE DATING so this is a completely different fic than you requested, enjoy!

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It is oddly peaceful in the Gryffindor common room. It isn’t completely silent, of course, that would take several minor miracles and perhaps even a natural disaster, but it’s the closest to quiet you’ve seen in a very long time. You’re huddled around a smooth wooden table with one of your closest friends, Hermione Granger, while the two of you work on your homework.

You glance around you, but see only studious faces and a conspicuous absence of Quidditch players. They must be out at practice, meaning that a bunch of their louder friends have followed them out. That explains the quiet, at least.

“This is nice,” you comment, “very peaceful. I might have to come here more often.”

Hermione snorts. “Yeah, right. This is unusually quiet, and even besides that it’s hard enough to sneak you past the Fat Lady. I think she’s going to catch on to us one of these days.”

You acknowledge Hermione’s concern with a grim smile. The reason you and Hermione have to dress you up in borrowed Gryffindor robes and keep your head down every time you cross through the portrait hole to access the Gryffindor common room is because you’re technically not in Gryffindor.

No, you’re a Slytherin through and through. The fact that you’re such close friends with Hermione, as well as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley by default, stunned a bunch of people in the beginning, but the two of you are more similar than anyone thinks. For one thing, both you and Hermione like being top of your class, which is why you’ve been pooling your collective genius and studying together.

“Still,” you grin, “a change of scenery never hurt anyone.”

Hermione nods, attention still half on the parchment in front of her. Even this brief bit of focus doesn’t last long, however, as loud conversation starts to filter in through the halls outside the common room.

She looks up with a grimace. “Well, it looks like our quiet study time is over now. That must be the Quidditch team, already on their way back. Prepare yourself for a great deal of noise.”

Hermione’s guess is good, as she’s barely finished her sentence before a throng of Gryffindors start to pour through the portrait hole. Most of them head upstairs to their dorms to get changed, but two settle into empty chairs at your table.

For some reason, although you’re quite keen on Hermione, you never got along as well with Harry or Ron. They were just different from you, you suppose, and although you certainly tried to extend olive branch after olive branch, they remain not-quite-friends and nothing more.

In fact, the boys are so excited over what must have been a tremendously successful Quidditch practice that they hardly notice you’re there at all. Ron is going on about how he’s really enjoying his new duties as Keeper, as he makes sure to tell Hermione again and again.

“–and it’s going really well,” he repeats, “our Chasers are really upping their game. We might have a shot at the Quidditch Cup if we keep this up, but– Y/N, what are you doing here?”

Having noticed you at last, Ron frowns, as if he can’t entirely remember if you’re Gryffindor or not. You certainly show up here enough to make anyone question your house status.

You chuckle. “Hermione let me in, thanks for asking. We’re trying to study.”

Ron’s face drops. “Why would you do that?”

“Y/N and I are studying, Ronald, because unlike you we like to not skive off homework time for Quidditch. Have you even done the Potions essay? You know, the one that’s due tomorrow?” Hermione inquires.

Ron and Harry look at each other with twin expressions of dread. Hermione almost smiles. “I’ll take that to be a no,” she continues, “I’d get on that if I were you.”

Harry pulls a face. “Well, I’m glad that we have such a strong and supportive community around to help us. I know you and Y/N would love to lend us a hand on our essays, wouldn’t you?”

You arch a brow. “You want me to help you with your essay? I thought you only ever asked Hermione.”

Harry spreads his hands. “Maybe we’re trying to extend our study network. Also, if Hermione ever gets sick, we’re screwed. Besides, the way I see it, you owe me.”

“What would I possibly owe you?” You ask incredulously.

Harry grins. “We’re supposed to be friends, but you didn’t cheer us on during the last Quidditch game.”

You stare at him disbelievingly. “Yeah, because you were playing Slytherin. What was I supposed to do, boo my own house?”

He nods solemnly. “That sounds like a great option. I’m sure you can do it at the next game.”

You open your mouth to argue this, but Harry stands up and says something about going up to change back into his robes. Ron goes with him, leaving you and Hermione alone once more.

She looks altogether too pleased about the entire encounter. “I think you and Harry are getting along quite well.”

Your jaw drops. “You must be out of your mind. The guy practically hates me.”

Hermione doesn’t seem to believe that in the slightest. “Not a chance. He talks to you every chance he gets.”

You stab your quill rather viciously into your inkpot, and have to quickly steady it lest you stain the table with excess drops of black. “Only to tease me, it’s not the same. Trust me, he doesn’t like me half as much as you think.”

Hermione goes back to her essay with a shrug, but you can tell from the way her eyes continue to dance with hidden mirth that she hasn’t given up on the topic. “Whatever you say, Y/N. I wouldn’t be surprised if you change your mind, though.”

You make a show of harrumphing about how she's totally wrong, but in truth, you find yourself secretly hoping that Hermione is as right as usual. If you were going to be completely honest with yourself, you’d confess that you don’t entirely want to believe what you said. You would like it if Harry genuinely saw you as a friend, and you wouldn’t mind it if he felt something more, too.

Ironically, you, a Slytherin, have a crush on the patron poster student of the Gryffindors, Harry Potter himself. You didn’t intend to fall for him, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. After enough days spent hanging out with Hermione, you started to notice that Harry is way more than the rumors that either Hogwarts house spreads about him.

He’s brave, for one thing, but kind as well, fiercely protective of his friends. He’d take a hex to the face rather than abandon any of them. Harry trusts those he likes, and being anywhere remotely near his inner circle makes you feel special.

He’s had the chance to befriend anyone he likes thanks to his status as the Boy Who Lived, but instead of being haughty about it, Harry just tries to avoid the fame as much as humanly possible. Anyone else would have never shut up about defeating He Who Must Not Be Named as a baby, but Harry does his best to seem like just another guy.

You love Slytherin, really you do, but there is something to be said for humility. In a house full of kids who are so desperate to follow their dreams that they strut about the castle as if they’ve already earned them, Harry’s matter-of-fact personality is like a breath of fresh air.

The only problem, of course, is what you told Hermione. You’re never entirely sure that Harry likes you in the slightest. Sure, his sense of humor tends to be more deadpan sarcastic comments, but you’re legitimately unsure of how he feels about you. If Harry talks to you every single day, you walk away from five of those seven encounters thinking he might hate you.

The other two, however, are enough to keep you crushing on him for years to come. You like the person you are around Harry, plain and simple. You only wish that he would give you any indication that he felt the same way.

It starts to rub at you after a while. It’s frustrating that day after day, Harry would refuse to give you a single indication of how he felt. You wouldn’t even mind it if he went out and said that he hated you, at least that would be a sign of something. Instead, Harry remains a mystery, and the only thing you have with him are jokes and false pretenses.

It drives you mad. Although you wouldn’t trade your study sessions with Hermione for anything, you start to leave whenever Harry and Ron show up so you don’t have to sit through yet another session of constantly having to decipher Harry’s truth from fiction. If he won’t tell you how he feels, fine. You don’t have to keep giving him chances to say what he won’t.

You didn’t realize that anyone other than maybe Hermione would notice your absences until Harry of all people tracked you down about three weeks after that post-practice meeting in the Gryffindor common room. You were wandering the halls on the way back to the Slytherin quarters after Charms class when Harry came up to you.

You were fully expecting him to wave a brisk hello and keep moving, yet instead he crosses the hall so he’s walking right beside you.

“We need to talk,” he says, and you shoot him a questioning glance.

“About what?”

Harry looks at you as if the answer should be obvious. “About why you’re avoiding me, obviously. You hang out with Hermione all the time, but the second you so much as hear my name, you’re gone. What did I do to bother you so much?”

You laugh bitterly. “I’m surprised you even noticed.”

Harry blinks in surprise. “What does that mean?”

You shake your head, trying to get yourself to focus. “Nothing. It means nothing. If it bothers you, I’ll start hanging around again.”

You start to pick up your pace, hoping to leave him behind, but Harry just catches up with you again. This time, he laces his arm around yours so you can’t leave him again.

“Really,” he says, “What’s going on? Just talk to me, honestly.”

You scoff at that. “Oh, because that’s what we always do, talk honestly. I have no idea why you think I owe you an explanation when you haven’t given me one since the day we met.”

Harry looks bewildered, and you sigh and keep going. “I have no idea if you hate me or not. That’s the truth, Harry. Every time we’re in the same room together, you’re never serious enough for me to tell how you feel. I have no idea if you’re being sincere or just sarcastic, but I’m sick of trying to guess what you’re trying to say. Either tell me directly or don’t, but I’m tired of reading between every single one of your lines.”

Harry stops walking, and seeing as his arm is still around yours, you stop too. He looks stunned, and when he starts speaking again, his voice is deathly quiet.

“I didn’t realize you felt like that,” he says, “but it’s not your fault, trust me. I’m just afraid to talk to you. I guess that’s the problem, I’m afraid to be certain of anything because I don’t want you to despise me. Can’t reject me if I never say a thing, right?”

He laughs weakly, and you stare at him. “So you–”

Harry cuts you off, somewhat impatient. “Like you? Yeah, I do. Ron’s been teasing me about it for ages. I never wanted you to think I hated you, though. I’m sorry about that.”

A slow smile spreads across your face. “I’m not sorry about anything. You don’t have to worry about me hating you, Harry. I never have. Far from it.”

Harry meets your gaze slowly. “You like me?”

You laugh. “Quite a bit, actually.”

At last, Harry smiles too. “I guess Ron was right.”

“Hermione was too,” you reply, “I’m starting to think that everybody knew except us.”

Harry chuckles. “Well, we know now, so that has to count for something.” He’s silent for a moment, then glances back up at you. “I’m glad you feel the same way I do, it makes things way easier.”

He’s not wrong. At last, you don’t have to worry anymore, because Harry feels the exact same way as you do. Nothing could be better.

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#harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter x reader #harry potter oneshot #harry james potter #harry james potter imagines #harry james potter x reader #harry james potter oneshot

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ourtearsofrain · 4 months

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Bonus Sanny Chapter

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Genre: ANGST, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: little over 2.1 k

Warnings: descriptions of severe wound, retelling traumatic experience, cleaning wounds, Josh’s a dick and Sam yells at him for it

A/N: the reason this isnt ch 12 is because i wrote it after i had written ch 12 because i wanted to elaborate on Sammy and Dannys story 🥹🫶

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As soon as they feel the ship stop, Samuel and Jacob are on their feet, watching the door for Daniel’s return. He bursts through it moments later, his eyes landing on Polaris, praying that he would see their chest rising and falling. His gaze goes down to their stomach, an angry welt of burnt flesh in the place of their stab wound. His eyes dart between the two other men as he moves towards the table, gently picking Polaris up. “You- you cauterized it?”

Jacob says nothing as they make their way through the halls, trailing close behind Daniel with Samuel at his side. “He had to.” Samuel whispers.

“That was a smart move, Jacob. You saved their life. With the amount of blood they were losing when I left, they wouldn’t have made it this far if not for you.”

Joshua joins them as they begin down the dock to the town, worry on his face as he looks over Samuel. “Are you ok?”

He brushes the question off. “I’m fine. Polaris needs Rosanna.”

Jacob finally speaks up, his gaze set on Polaris in Daniel’s arms as he directs his words to Joshua. “Go get Rosanna, bring her to the house.”

He scoffs, his steps faltering slightly. “And why should I? They could still be a traitor.”

“THEY AREN’T, JOSHUA!” Samuel’s voice startles them, not used to seeing their younger brother so furious. “They fucking saved my life. So, you’re going to go get Rosanna so we can make sure we have done all we can to save theirs.” His enraged stare is enough to leave the older man speechless.

“Yeah- ok fine, I’ll go get Rosanna.” He separates from the group, jogging in the direction of Rosanna’s tavern as the others continue towards The Kiszka house. Jacob rushes in front of Daniel as they reach the doorstep, opening the door for him quickly as they file in. Daniel immediately heads for the bedroom, setting Polaris down lightly as they wait for their brother to return with Rosanna.

“You ok, Sam?” Daniel’s voice is gentle as he observes the other man standing at Polaris’ side, looking down at them with terror on his face as he absentmindedly chews his cuticles.

His eyes dart up to Daniel as he removes his hand from his lips. “I will be when Rosanna gets here. I will be if they- when they wake up.” Daniel sees tears brimming in his eyes once more, and he decides to drop it. The minutes pass excruciatingly slow as they wait, each man in separate states of distress.

Finally, they hear the front door open, and Rosanna rushes into the room seconds later. She shoos Jacob away from Polaris’ side, kneeling next to the bed as she pulls their shirt up to get a look at the severity of the wound. Joshua lingers in the doorway to the room, not knowing where he would put himself if he fully entered.

“You cauterized it?” Rosanna looks between the men as Jacob nods. “Jacob I could fucking kiss you. That’s what I would’ve done, with how bad it looks like it was.” Rosanna brings her hand to Polaris’ forehead, checking their temperature before bringing her fingers down to their wrist, feeling their pulse. She lets out a breath of relief.

“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is, there’s not much else that can be done. The bleeding’s stopped, and that burn should heal over faster than if someone had sewn it back up. The bad news is, it might take a while for them to- to wake up.”

She looks between the men apologetically. “With how bad it is, their body’s shut down to conserve energy, to keep them alive. It doesn’t help that they’re practically starving and severely dehydrated.”

“How long could it be? Before they wake up.” Samuel whispers as tears begin to trail down his cheeks.

“Anywhere from a couple days to- to a couple weeks. I’m sorry, kid. You guys did good, you got them out, and you kept them alive.”

“I’m going back to The God Song. Need to start planning how to find Helena again.” Joshua says quickly, already turning to leave.

Samuel shoots up, turning on his brother again. “Could you at least pretend to care about them? For even a fucking minute?”

Joshua turns back, his face blank as he crosses his arms. “Until you tell us what exactly they did to become a saint in your eyes, no.” Samuel says nothing, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to find the words. Joshua sees his opportunity to push his buttons even further, hoping that he would snap if he pushed the right one.

“So, tell us, Samuel. What did Polaris do for you that has got you wrapped around their fucking finger like this?”

Samuel sets his jaw, tears spilling down his cheeks as he says nothing. Not knowing where to start, he decides to show them instead, shrugging Jacob’s jacket off as he turns. The other four gasp at the sight of his back, and while the marks from Helenas whip were mostly scabbed over, a few had broken open and were trailing blood down his back from his attempt to pick Polaris up. Samuel turns around again, throwing Jacob’s jacket on one of the empty beds as he stares at the floor, not wanting to meet the others eyes.

“We hadn’t even been there for a fucking day when Helena did it. She took me to the room next to where we were being kept and- and she-” Samuel stops himself as a sob shakes his body, but the others need no further explanation to know exactly what she did. He takes a deep breath, trying to collect himself before continuing.

“I blacked out at some point. The next thing I remember was the cold stone underneath me and Polaris at my side. They managed to clean it the best they could- they- they used the little water they gave us and the sleeve of their shirt to do it. Let me rest my head on them to try and find what little comfort we could in that fucking cell.”

He wipes his cheeks roughly with the back of his hand as his tears slow. “They managed to get one of the guards to bring them some alcohol, so it wouldn’t get infected. Helped me wrap it with the scraps of my shirt. They refused to let me sleep against the dirty walls, so let me rest against them. They showed me- they showed me immense kindness and care when I had called them a traitor not even three hours before. They never fucking left my side, made sure I knew I wasn’t alone in that godforsaken place.”

His eyes lock on Joshua’s, his stare intense and serious as he finishes his story. “So that’s why I care so much about them, Joshua. Because no matter how much fucking excruciating pain I was in, no matter how fucking hopeless I felt, how fucking close I was to giving up completely-” His voice breaks, causing him to take a moment to collect himself once more. “They were there. They didn’t leave me, so I’m not leaving them.”

The room is silent as they process everything Samuel had just revealed. Joshua’s voice is quiet and full of shame when he finds it. “Samuel, I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t know-”

“No. How could you? Because they- they always have to be the fucking bad guy to you.”

“Sam I-”

He cuts his oldest brother off harshly. “You can go now. Find a way to get to the bitch that did this, or whatever you were going to do.”

Joshua’s mouth closes as his shoulders droop at his words. Despite knowing he was more than deserving of them, they still cut him deep. He turns without another word, deciding to let Samuel cool off before trying to apologize again. The room is filled with tension at his departure. With the way he looked up to his older brothers, Samuel never spoke to Joshua like that. He had never spoken to anyone like that, had never been fueled with that level of rage before.

“C’mere, Samuel. Let me see your back.” Rosanna stands, making her way around the bed towards the man before she looks him over carefully.

“You don’t need stitches, not with how healed they are. Just need to clean you up and get some clean bindings over them and they should be alright. Polaris- Polaris did an amazing job, with what little resources you had. Come out into the other room and I’ll get you fixed up.”

Daniel cuts in, starting towards them. “It’s alright, I can do it. You should get back to your bar, make sure they haven’t raided all your good liquor stores yet.”

She laughs lightly, silently praying that everything was just the way she had left it at her bar. “If you insist.” She pats Samuel’s shoulder lightly before she makes her way towards the door. “You’re in good hands, Samuel. Don’t hesitate to yell for me if either of you need anything.”

With that, she leaves without another word. Samuel sighs, bringing his hand to his forehead. Jacob looks over at his younger brother, apology written across his face. “Sam I-”

“Please, Jake. I don’t mean to sound like an ass but, not right now. I don’t want any apologies for what happened to me, I just want Polaris to be ok.”

Jacob stays quiet, understanding where his brother was coming from. Daniel takes hold of his bicep gently, beginning to pull him from the room. “Come on, Sammy. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Samuel plants his feet as he shakes his head, trying his best to resist Daniel. “I’m not leaving them.”

Daniel brings his mouth close to Samuel’s ear, speaking loud enough for only him to hear. “They’ll be ok with Jacob, and if anything happens, which it won’t, we’ll only be in the other room.”

Samuel’s gaze goes between Polaris and Daniel a few times before he finally gives in, Daniel leading them out of the room before gently closing the door behind him. He guides Samuel onto a tall, backless bar stool before leaving him momentarily, returning with a bottle of their strongest alcohol, some clean cloth, and bandages.

Daniel says nothing as he sets in on cleaning the other man’s back, unintentionally flinching from his skin as he winces at the contact. After a few minutes, he finds his voice again. “As much as I hate what you two went through, that you even needed it in the first place, I’m- I’m glad you had Polaris in there. To remind you that you didn’t have to get through it alone. Like-” He cuts himself off briskly, not knowing how Samuel would feel about the comparison.

Samuel finishes his sentence. “Like I did for you. When your parents died.”

“Yes.” He sets the cloth down, finding the bandages before beginning to wrap Samuel’s back.

“I thought about you so many times when we were in there. Everyday.” His words are barely a whisper, his confession falling upon the silence of the room as Daniel pauses his motions.

“Really?”

“Yes. I didn’t- I didn’t know if I would ever see you again, Danny.” Daniel doesn’t know how to respond as he finishes, tucking the end of the bandage into itself gently. Samuel turns in his seat to face the other man, his eyes locking with Daniel’s as he works up the courage to continue.

“I thought I was going to die without telling you-” He tears his eyes from Daniel, looking down at his hands in his lap as he picked at the skin around his nails.

“Without telling me what, Sam?” Samuel remembers what Polaris had told him that first day they were in the cell together, about how Daniel felt the same as he did. Daniel brings a hand down to the other man’s hands, his thumbs lightly grazing his knuckles as he swept it across his skin in comforting motions. Samuel brings his gaze back to rest on Daniel, seeing nothing in his eyes but sincere care.

“That I loved you. I always have, Danny. I was- I was too scared that you didn’t feel the same, that I would ruin whatever it was that we had by telling you.” The tear that runs down his cheek is quickly brushed away by Daniel’s hand as he brings it up to cup his jaw, slightly bending towards him until his lips are on Samuel’s. He leans into his touch, one of his hands coming up to cup Daniel’s as his other tangles in his hair, pulling him towards him.

Daniel eventually breaks their kiss, staying within Samuel’s touch as he looks at the other man, his pupils blown wide. “I love you too, Sammy. Always have, always will.”

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#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #fic #jake gvf #josh gvf #daniel gvf #sam gvf #sam kiszka x danny wagner #pirates

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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Hiiii, will you write a part two of Stay away from

me, y/n? Pretty pleaseeeee

your Wish, my command

Stay away from me, y/n (2) | Regulus black x reader

PART 1 | PART 2

Like the first one y/n is james's little sister, and an insecure reg black :( , a bit slow, and it's about y/n being reminded about him, (happy ending), fluff and angst

Y/N/N : your nickname

You left him standing, going to your friends. You had go act like everything was fine. "Hi" You said, coming to the Gryffindor table.

"Hey! " James said. "Hey" You replied back. You sat besides James. "Everything alright? " Asked Remus. Remus, Remus was the most un-oblivius boy in the whole marauder. But you knew you had to reply with "yeah, I'm fine," And 'smiled'.

"Good were coming to the zonko's, you want anything? Or do you wanna come" Asked sirius. "No, I'm good" You said. "Uhm, I need to go to my dorm, uhm goodni, I mean, good morning! " You said going to the Slytherins common room.

You felt a wave of emotions coming through. You couldn't sob in the middle of the great Hall can you, anyone who does that is mental.

While going to the common room, you saw him with Pandora. She was a good friend, but you couldn't help but be jealous.

But it wasn't your place to be jealous was it? He did say 'I love you' but it's nonsense. The only person in the black family that'll like you is sirius, and he's your other brother basically.

Ofcourse you went to your room, and cried. Its as if you broke up with someone, but you Were not dating. It hurts more than that.

You curled up your covers and just try not to think about anything but thats when it hit you. You know he loves you, or so he said, and, you Love him. Why dont you just solve this? But it isnt that easy isnt it.

Having to go to his not-so-good-friend isnt a very good idea, but its theres no choice. Not now, you're not going to talk now.

"Geez y/n, are you alright? " Pandora asked, carrying a bixt. "What the-How did you? What? " You took off your covers.

"I asked some first year to open it for me, 'said I was meeting a friend" Pandora then said "well, Regulus wanted to give you something".

"No he doesn't" You sighed. "He does, here" The ravenclaw gave you the neatly tied dark green box.

You opened it, and the first thing you saw was a purple pygmy puff. And berties botts beans. And a letter. You opened it.

'Dear y/n,

I'm sorry that I, said such things and have been ignoring you. I haven't seen you anywhere. And I think James know, heck, the whole marauders know. They've been giving me.. Some stares. And I knew from that you've told them. I'm sorry.

I just want you to know that I was not avoiding you because of you. It was because of me. I have feelings for you, I like you. It's not like how sirius likes you. It's different.

I love laughing with you, in a different way from Peter. I love studying with you, in a different way from Remus. I love you in a different way from James. Everything about you is perfect too.

And if you want to talk, I'll be in the courtyard, meet me and 5

Love, R.A.B'

"Oh Reggie, wait, isn't it still 12? " You asked. "No, y/n, It's almost 5! " Pandora rushed you outside, carrying your pygmy puff.

You walked to the courtyard, and there he was. Sitting. "Reg? " You said. "Y/n, you came? " He said.

"Of course, I did, reg" You said. "Look, I'm sorry about everything I said and done, I swear none of it means anything" He said.

You stomach dropped. "It doesn't mean anything?, the I love you part was nothing? " You asked.

"Depends on how you want me to feel," Regulus looked at you. "Reg.. I love you, and my best hope is that you do too" You smiled, weakly.

"Y/n I love you" Said Regulus. "But what about your family? " You asked. "I'm going to do it like Sirius, I guess.. I'll be bad, get kicked out, and we can be together" He said. Bittersweet, mostly bitter.

"Reg, no, you can't leave your family" You backed out from him. "No, y/n, they're not my family, you are" Regulus said

And you probably know who stayed for the whole summer in you and James's house.

"Brother, I have 100% forgiven you for your doings" Said Sirius while hugging regulus. That moment is where Regulus's life became better.

#regulus black #regulus arcturus black #fanfic #fanfiction #y/n story #all the young dudes #atyd regulus #atyd marauders #hogwarts #sirius black #harry potter #james potter #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #regulud black x female!reader #marauders era #regulus black x sister!reader #regulus black x y/n potter #r.a.b

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maybenotmei · 2 years

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nail polish

there are things studying alone won't teach you. riddle finds that out himself after a gift from cater and a phone call from the prefect. (PLATONIC)

cross posted on ao3! link here

notes: riddle's mom is being all eeehh yk just kinda icky idk in here. yuu uses they/them but riddle assumes u as a guy (but yuu isnt genuinely confirmed to be so . just,,,,) and tons of gender expression confusion and internal conflict NONE OF ROSEHEARTS FAMILY'S BELIEFS BEFORE YUU PHONE CALL REPRESENT MY BELIEFS !!!!!

dedicated to @bucketofforks lets paint each others nails next time love <3

1940 words

the first time he heard about nail polish was when he saw it on his mom.

it wasn't anything special. it was a simple, glossy black nail polish that perfectly complimented all her outfits. it caught the little boy's attention as he looked back on his own nails, noticing how his nails looked different than his mom's.

he wondered if there was any harm in asking. it was a rare 5 minute break time, so there shouldn't be any harm in asking, right?

"mama," he began, approaching his mother. he grabbed her hand, looking at the color of her nails. "why are your nails black?" he asked, looking up at his mom. she chuckled at him. "it's because mama put nail polish on."

nail polish?

"can i put nail polish on myself too?" he asked, wondering if there was any other color he could put on his nails. he never understood what they were, but surely there's far more colorful options he can put on his nails, right? there has to be—

"preposterous! absolutely not! this is only for women," she retracted her hand from the hold of the younger boy's hands, crossing her arms. "and you're a boy. no boy should put nail polish on themselves!" her eyebrows furrowed as she put her palm on her forehead. "5 minutes have been over. study your book as much as possible until page 31, mama will be back."

riddle, at the time, didn't know why she got so mad at the question. as he was on the verge of tears, he went back to the dining table and opened his biology book. what did he do wrong? why is mama upset?

maybe it's for a good reason?

from that day forward, his mom never wore that same polish in front of him.

riddle's birthday came quicker than expected.

august, a warm month. students were walking left and right with ice packs, popsicles, ice cream, and even casting small cooling spells to cool themselves down. as housewarden, it was riddle's duty to not bother with the heat— he casted a cooling spell and walked around the dorm in the same old thick uniform.

quick steps were heard behind him. he stopped in his tracks and quickly turned his head to see a familiar, orange-haired, 3rd year briskly walk towards him. "you're lucky that doesn't count as running, cater." he crossed his arms as the third year slowed down, panting while bending down, bowing.

cater looked up, fixing his composure. "haha- oh, right! riddle! happy birthday!" he handed riddle the red pouch in his right hand as the housewarden held and took it. "if you plan to use them, make sure to send me a picture, kay?"

"ah, thank y— don't run in the halls!" riddle shouted, but cater was already gone.

he sat down on the chair by his desk, in his room. the time was nearing 8pm, and it was a couple of minutes after his party. the table and couch in his room were filled with presents— some were still wrapped by request... he'll open them later— but what really intrigued him was the pouch cater gave him.

it made a clacking sound when moved around or pressed on, and there also seemed to be a plastic bottle inside. he unzipped the red pouch from above and carefully placed the items on his desk.

"acetone... cotton? stamps? ...

...nail polish?"

carefully, he observed the oddly-shaped container. the miniature glass bottle had a white stick pointing up, and its glass was shaped in a rounded trapezoid. there were three colors of it— white, black, and a vibrant red that matched his hair color.

there was also a note inside the pouch. carefully, he placed the nail polish upright, beside the "acetone," and grabbed the note.

...

"heya riddle, happy birthday! i got these for you, tell me if you like it, kay? here's how to use them!"

instructions on how to use?

riddle read the note carefully, looking at the bottles and lifting them up. "apply nail polish layer by layer thinly," he held up a bottle, looking at its ever side. he twisted the white stick, before pausing.

"nail polish is only for women."

...mama said that, right? so why did cater gift him this when he was clearly a guy? is he not allowed— or rather, not supposed to wear nail polish?

makeup, hairstyles, and nail art. riddle hadn't had the chance to choose his own, as his mom controlled each aspect of it. she styled her little boy's hair the same way every day, applied the same products as he aged (not very visibly from the products though,) and forbade him from cosmetics and makeup as they were "only for girls." only during the entrance ceremony did his mom hesitantly put eyeshadow and brown, winged liquid eyeliner on him.

he had always stuck to the ideal that cosmetics were only for women, and under certain circumstances can he only wear makeup.

yet as he went to nrc, tons of his mothers ideals were conflicted as he saw the students of pomefiore. hell, not just pomefiore— everyone, even! most especially vil. why does he, and many others, wear those his mother had forbidden him as it didn't fit his "gender"?

he never had the time to think about those things after his friends had been banned from his home. he had never had time to think about his own "gender identity" either— if his mom called him a boy, he says he's a boy. he pushed away all the thoughts questioning himself if he truly felt that way too. he barely had time to think about himself. he had never had the time to contemplate on anything— he firmly believed that questioning the rules was a waste of time. he had to wear a specific style of makeup every day as dorm head? alright. that's fine. it is as the queen has said.

but why?

he understands it's for his own good. cosmetics would only slow down his progress.

yet...

vil spends hours on his own beauty. his nails are painted an equal, deep shade of purple, while his makeup is complex yet absolutely perfect. no matter how long his routine is, he makes an effort to come early and do things to perfection.

riddle works to perfection.

so why? cosmetics isn't affecting anyone in pomefiore. cosmetics aren't affecting anyone from his observations.

why?

why can't he wear nail polish?

...

picking up his phone, he dials a number.

"prefect, i'd like your opinion on something."

the prefect was not from this world.

they weren't very clear on their gender identity too. all they specified was "i'm not from this world," but if riddle had to made a guess, he would've assumed they were a guy. nrc is an all-boys school, after all.

the prefect didn't seem to mind whatever they were called as— she, he, they, it... it always made riddle wonder about the world they lived in before coming here. was it normal to be comfortable being called or being assumed a specific gender there?

the prefect enjoyed many things too. after the events of what happened with idia, the prefect spent time with vil quite often. sometimes, they'd walk out with colored nails that were darker (or lighter) than their skin tone, and it matched them perfectly— rather, it felt like it didnt even look painted at all. it intrigued him quite a bit— maybe he could do it too?

ah, but it feels weird to him as a guy to buy nail polish.

"haha, riddle, your mom was wrong on a lot of things. i guess i was right when i guessed she was also pretty conservative. unfortunately for the both of us, there are people like that in my world too."

conservative?

"it's as what vil said— beauty has no gender. it's a form of power— and not a sign of "weakness" of your masculinity, or however you want to present." the prefect replied from the other side of the phone. riddle stayed silent, looking over to the set of nail polish on his desk.

"nail polish won't affect your gender identity. it's okay— and if you need help with applying it, call me again, okay?"

riddle fell silent. he sighed, and smiled to himself. "thank you, prefect." he hung up the call and set it aside. he grabbed the bottle of red polish, shaking it, and twisting it open as the instructions said. he was hesitant— and god that smell was awful— but he truly wanted to try this out.

"start from the center," he grabbed the brush and dragged it on his nails, painting from the end to the tip of his nails. "and curve on both sides..."

a little bit of polish fell on his skin.

riddle quickly closed the bottle as he looked through the instructions, checking the part with the words "removal" underlined. "grab a cotton ball and put a bit of acetone..." he grabbed the bottle and cotton, pulled out some cotton and applied acetone to it, "and rub on the nail you wish to remove. if it fell on your skin, rub it with a cotton bud with acetone instead."

...

slowly but surely, he painted his left hand's nails completely.

the vibrant red stood out from his pale hands, making it the complete center of attention. specks of the polish fell on the corners— he quickly rubbed them out— yet all in all, it was good for his first time.

he waited for it to dry before grabbing the bottle with what was called a "top coat" of polish, and followed the same steps on the paper.

it felt... new.

the whole thing was new to him— despite being a 2nd year, he had no clue what and how to do something like this. it was only thanks to cater for the instructions and the prefect for...

...

the prefect... showed him a new perspective that day.

vil too maybe. he told the prefect that, and that led to the prefect telling him too.

he looked at the framed picture of the queen by his nightstand. her nails were painted a beautiful red— some nails had patterns and symbols on them. he turned to the picture of him and his mother— her mother wore a deep, shiny black that made a striking contrast to her skin tone. he never saw her wear the color again after he asked... was it his fault?

"mama," he mumbled.

...

he looked away from the frame and onto his nails once more.

he snapped a picture of the nails and sent it to cater. "is this good?" he texted, and cater's status quickly turned online— and he's already typing...

"omg?!

thats perfect riddle

esp for your first try"

"of course, i make sure everything i do is perfect."

he turned off his phone again and grabbed the same red polish, carefully starting on his right this time. slowly, carefully, and with precision.

maybe one day he'll add some details like the queen. maybe he'd ask the prefect to do them for him next time. what matters now is that he's truly enjoying what he's doing.

all the questions he wishes to ask can be asked later to the prefect or cater. it'll take a while as well to adjust to information conflicting with what he has known for a while, but for now, he needs to let his nails dry a bit.

the first time riddle had painted his nails was on his birthday.

"..."

"thank you, cater. thank you, prefect."

and it won't be the last.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts & reader #cater diamond #vil schoenheit #mentions of vil and cater is a supporting character #really self indulgent. sorry . wrote this in the heat of the moment

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serendipititties · 30 days

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White actors who are actually really good at it: ie., shut the fuck up about timothee chalamet

(This isnt in defence of these actors. This is purely my opinion on their acting skills. This also only based on media that Ive seen. Even if theres a famous actor i should have included, im not putting it in if i havent seen it. Not including any REALLY famous actors like gary oldman or cate blanchett cuz thats redundant)

Walton Goggins (gonna make a whole post about how severely underappreciated he is)

Jodie Comer (I watched almost an hour of Prima Facie on yt and its so incredible. A well deserved Tony for her)

Margot Robbie (a fan favourite, but she convinced so many of yall that barbie was a feminist masterpiece and thats pretty good acting to me)

Josh Charles (idc what people say he was ROBBED of an emmy for the good wife)

Alan Cumming (also only saw him in the good wife but he steals almost every scene)

Carrie Preston (again on TGW, incredible addition and her character is so amazingly done)

Michael Emerson (husband of Carrie Preston i think. He was incredible on Person of Interest and he's also really good in Fallout)

Timothy Olyphant (the contrast between him on justified and him on santa clarita diet is NUTS. Just look it up)

Joelle Carter (also on justified. Love her endlessly. Her character Ava is peak tumblr blorbo material)

Sarah Goldberg (she was sally in Barry and is a personal fave of my dad's)

Eve Hewson (another fave of my dad's. Also she's Bono's kid apparently)

Tom Hiddleston (I like to think timothee chalamet was trying to be him and failed miserably in the talent and charisma section. Saw clips of him on Broadway and while i get why he didnt win but his Tony nom was very well deserved.)

Sebastian stan (pls dont hate me but i watched part of a different man and hes really good in it. Hope he gets better scripts in the future)

J*lianna M*rgulies (i feel weird even putting her on this list in light of her disgusting racist comments, but she brought a very quiet, human rage to her role in the good wife and she deserved those 2 emmys for it IMO)

Christine Baranski (also on the good wife. Loved her on it)

Jonny Lee Miller ( i will scream this till the day i die but hes easily the best sherlock of this century like it isnt even a fight for me)

Bitty Schram (Loved her on monk she was at the heart of that show. It would have never been that good without her as an actress)

David Tennant (yall knew we would be here. GO fans love him like crazy but we have to appreciate how genuinely terrifying he was in Jessica Jones. My mom still refuses to watch GO because of how disturbing he was. )

Michael Sheen (nuff said)

Krysten Ritter (loved her on jessica jones)

Michael C. Hall (he was so so good on Dexter)

Simon Baker (he was like the only really good actor on the mentalist maybe)

Stana Katic (her role im castle was shit but shes pretty good in absentia and i would be open to watching her more)

Thats all I have for now

#wren rambles #celebrity #in hindsight maybe christine and tom were too famous for this list #and sebastian

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bridgyrose · 7 months

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Good morning Bridgy. For the ship ask thingy: Frostbyte? Please have a nice day.

Also, I'm gonna put in a request for the next chapter of either blind or transfer student Weiss while I'm at it, please.

(I didnt forget you. For the shipping asks, Frostbyte is a fun one for me to explore, especially in an au setting where Weiss finds out about Penny before coming to Beacon. I have a couple of ideas regarding this ship that I still havent figured out.)

And for your request:

“I’ll take you both out on a shopping trip in Vale!” Weiss practically yelled as she stepped up onto a chair. “A change of scenery will cheer you up. And we can find a few things to help spruce up the dorm.”

Yang sighed. “We dont exactly have room for anything more in the dorm. Besides, why the sudden interest in Vale now? For the last three weeks you’ve been here, you’ve done nothing but complain about how different it is from Atlas.”

Weiss’s smile dropped for a moment as she stepped down from her chair. “Okay, I want to try to make things right with you. All of you. I know its been rough to deal with me and I-” her voice started to quiet as she continued. “-I… wanted to try to catch some of the visiting students for the Vytal Tournament.”

Yang rolled her eyes. “I knew there was a catch.”

“She has a point though,” Blake spoke up. “We havent exactly had an easy time getting along with her and maybe… going into town might give us a bit of time to get to know each other better.”

Ruby nodded. “And we should start paying attention to who the competition will be for the tournament too. After it was delayed from last year, I’m sure the teams will be different.”

“I’ll make it worth your while too.” Weiss pulled out her scroll and started to thumb through the itinerary she made. “We’ll stop by the weapons shop for Ruby to get her a new scope for her scythe, we’ll stop by the bookstore for you and Blake, and then we can have lunch at the new cafe that opened.”

Yang took a moment to think things over and finally nodded. “Alright, we go to Vale, follow your plan, and that is all we do. Nothing more.”

“I wont let you regret it.” Weiss smiled a bit as she led her team through the halls of Beacon and to the landing area to take the airship back to Vale, starting to relax as she walked. For once, she felt like she could start moving on, start getting to know her teammates and let others in where she was wounded. And yet… she still found herself starting to focus on Blake and the bow she wore. A small fear in the back of her mind started to rear its head around about what could be hiding under it. She shook her head to dismiss the thought, mentally berating herself for even thinking Blake was hiding anything.

“Everything alright, Weiss?” Blake asked. “You’re not having second thoughts spending time with us, are you?”

“No, of course not.” Weiss took her seat on the airship back to Vale, thumbing through her scroll to take her mind off her fears. “A little nervous, I guess, but that’s mostly since its my first time actually exploring Vale. Compared to Atlas, it’ll be like going to the underbelly of Mistral.”

“Vale isnt some crime infested kingdom just because it’s not Atlas,” Yang said with a frown as she sat down. “We get it, Atlas is better, but Vale has its own charm. The sooner you give it a chance, the better it’ll seem to you.”

“And I’m giving it a chance to show me what this kingdom has to offer.”

“And what kind of a chance is that?”

“A chance.” Weiss looked out the window of the airship as it started to take off, making its way over the forest and to the city. She had to admit, Vale had a lot more to offer in the way of scenery outside the kingdom than Atlas did, which was one of the few reasons Atlas made trips to the continent of Anima for training missions near Argus.

Her heart started to thump in her chest as she thought about the last training mission she was on in a forest similar to the Emerald forest, her breathing starting to quicken as time seemed to slow down around her for a brief moment. Weiss gently pressed a hand to the glass in front of her, fingers shaking as she looked down, and then pulling away as her reflection turned into the White Fang member that had captured her. Red hair, horns just above a grimm-like mask, blue eyes that seemed to pierce into her the longer she stared.

Weiss finally snapped out of it as she heard a soft alarm on her scroll, slowly fumbling through her bag for her medication and water bottle that she kept on her. It took a moment for her to open the bottle and dump a couple pills into her hand, shaking as she popped them into her mouth and washed them down with a little water.

“You have anxiety too, huh?” Ruby asked.

“We… we all have our own flaws,” Weiss responded as she started to calm, slowly putting her pills away. “But… yes. Though I’d prefer not to talk about it.”

“Alright, but just know you’re in good company.”

Not like you’d understand, Weiss thought to herself, keeping her eyes on the window of the airship as it started to make its way over Vale and to the landing pad near the far edge of the city. The first thing she noted that she hadnt noticed before was how much quieter the city seemed to be compared to Atlas or even Mantle. While there were still plenty of cars on the streets, there seemed to be more people out walking than driving. Though, what really caught her eye was seeing one of the SDC dust outlet stores with cops around it.

As the airship landed, Weiss quickly pulled out her scroll and started to get a map app up to plot a course to the dust shop. It was on the way to the weapons shop that she had planned to take Ruby to and figured it’d be worth the look to see what was going on. “We need to take a slight detour. Something personal has come up and I need to check something out.”

Yang sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I thought we agreed to stick to our original plan? Its not like we have a lot of time to be here before the last shuttle back to Beacon-”

“And we’ll be able to make it in time,” Blake said as she put a hand on Yang’s shoulder. “Besides, maybe this will give us a chance to learn more about Weiss. Just like she’s been trying to do for us.”

“It wont take long, just a quick stop to a dust shop and its on the way anyway.” Weiss started to walk down the street, glancing down at her scroll as she led her team to the dust shop. Once the dust shop came into view, she stopped and paused as she saw the damage to it. Windows were shattered, the door had been broken, and all the dust on the shelves had been lifted.

“This is the third dust robbery this week,” one of the cops said to his partner. “No money or weapons taken, just the dust.”

Another cop shrugged and finished taping off the building. “Maybe its a rogue huntsman trying to stock up. Wouldnt be the first time.”

“Or maybe it was the White Fang,” Weiss said under her breath as she started to look up the other shops that were robbed. While none of the witnesses were hurt unless they fought back, the only stores that had been robbed in Vale were those that were in partnership with the SDC. Her blood began to boil as she frowned at her scroll, taking a look at a picture of a figure in the dark of one of the robberies.

“Not everything that goes wrong is the White Fang,” Blake retorted. “All they want is to make things better for faunus and are a bit misguided.”

“They’re a terrorist organization, Blake!” Weiss snapped. “That’s not just a bit misguided.”

“Okay, very misguided.” Blake sighed and looked at the damage to the dust shop, her ears twitching under her bow. “If it was the White Fang, why take only the dust? That isnt exactly something they’ve done before.”

“Because its not about the dust, its about sending a message to my family!” Weiss turned to look at Blake, glaring at her. “The White Fang are monsters. Killers. They’ve done nothing but hurt my family’s company and everyone we consider friends.”

“Maybe if the Schnee Dust Company could quit taking advantage of faunus-”

“We dont take advantage of them! We pay them just like the rest!”

“And they’re the only ones your company ever sends out into the dust mines!”

Weiss frowned. “We send more than just faunus in there. Besides, the White Fang are the ones that take things too far. If it were up to me, I’d put an end to them.”

Ruby quickly rushed between the two, gently pushing them apart. “Weiss, why dont you and I go to the weapons shop and Blake and Yang can go to the bookstore. Then, we can meet up for lunch?”

“Fine,” Weiss huffed as she started to walk off. “Our reservation is at one, dont be late.”

Ruby quickly followed after Weiss. “What exactly was that about?”

“Just putting the blame where it belongs.” Weiss felt her heart start to pound in her chest, her legs shook with each step as she angrily walked. After a few minutes, she found a bench to sit down at and started to fumble around her bag for anything to help her calm down. “The White Fang are a menace to everyone no matter where they’re at.”

“Yeah but… they tend to stick to protesting here. Blake’s right, robbing a dust shop isnt exactly something they do-”

“Its exactly something they’ll do if they’re willing to kill!” Weiss grabbed a stress ball out of her bag and started to squeeze it in rhythm with her breathing, trying to calm herself. “They’re the reason I’m here and not continuing at Atlas.”

Ruby looked at her confused. “I… I dont think I understand.”

Weiss stood up and started walking again, continuing to squeeze her stress ball to take her mind off of everything. “Forget it. Lets salvage our day and get you to the weapons shop. I still owe you a new scope.”

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