#yes I’m stealing this from a sideblog

[the-iceni-bitch]

Got a Jealous Bone

Kinktober Day 14: Collaring

Relationship: mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1.2k

Summary: Lloyd needs everyone to know you’re his.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, nipple piercings, mentions of unprotected vaginal sex), angry Lloyd, hints of crime doings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: The man is drool worthy and so obsessively in love with his girl I can’t fucking stand it 🥵

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Lloyd growled into his scotch as he watched the blonde hunk of muscle that was supposed to be standing at the door move even closer to you, ignoring the nattering of the asshole he should probably actually be negotiating with as he considered shooting the meathead in the face when he took your tight lipped smile for encouragement and tried to touch your arm. Just because he liked putting you in those tiny little dresses that could barely hold your tits, all these dicks seemed to think it was an open invitation for them to put their hands on you.

“Thank you, sweetie.” At least the dumb jock’s boss didn’t try to touch you when you set a fresh drink in front of him, but he didn’t try to hide the way his eyes lingered over every inch of you while you started to make your way back towards the chaise that Lloyd kept in his office especially for you. “What a pretty little doll, may just have to steal you away from this bastard.”

Lloyd’s jaw clenched and he saw your nostrils flare at the comment, narrowing his eyes when you huffed and fidgeted with your skirt in that way you did when you were frustrated. The sound of him clearing his throat caught your attention right before you sat down, your gaze snapping to his and warmth flooding your system when you saw the look of pure possession that was etched on his features.

“Viens ici, chaton.” Lloyd groaned softly when you slowly prowled towards him, setting his drink down and reaching out to grip your waist and yank you into his lap once you were close. “Andrews here thinks he can steal you from me, coquine. What do you think about that?”

“Mmm, I don’t like it, mon loup.” You leaned into his touch when his hands traced over your hips, purring when his touch slid between your thighs and resting your head on his shoulder as you pouted at him.

“Of course you don’t, ma nénette.” He tutted and kissed your temple before turning you in his lap so you were facing the two men who had offended him, spreading your legs wide over his thighs and dragging his hand up to cup your throat and play with the collar that was fastened around your neck. “Did you happen to notice this, Andrews?”

“Yes.” The man gritted his teeth as he watched Lloyd toy with you, it would be difficult to miss the massive diamond that was hanging from the plush band of black velvet and nestled at the hollow of your throat. “Why?”

“Oh, it’s just a little anniversary present I got for my sweet magpie, she just loves sparkly things.” Lloyd cooed when you arched into his touch when he started to pet you over the soft lace of your panties. “What does your collar say, chérie?”

“Ah, it says ‘property of Lloyd Hansen’.” You rolled your head to the side so you could moan into his neck when he gradually increased the pressure of his fingers, the soft fabric quickly growing sticky and creamy as you became more and more aroused. “Because I’m Daddy’s.”

“That’s fucking right, mon enfant gâté.” Lloyd purred into your ear before scowling at the two men who were starting to look marginally uncomfortable, their eyes finally moving away from you even when Lloyd gave your pussy a light smack and you let out an absolutely beautiful whimper. “All of you belongs to me, and I don’t remember giving either of these two assholes permission to look at my tits, or my pussy.”

“Hansen…”

“I’m not talking to you, bastard.” Lloyd licked your neck and slid the hand that wasn’t playing with your cunt up to drag the top of your dress down until your tits popped out, teasing the jeweled bars that ran through your nipples until you were squealing and wiggling in his lap. “Should I punish them, amour? You know how much I hate when anyone looks at you.”

“N-non, mon homme.” You shivered and whimpered into his mouth when he moved his lips back to yours, his long fingers dragging the fabric of your panties to the side then starting to teasingly swirl over your slit as you leaked cream all over the both of you, ignoring the two men who were looking at the ceiling as you gripped his bicep tightly. “No, just show them why I’m yours, daddy, you need the new territory.”

“Mmm, my clever girl, even when I’m about to make you squirt all over everything. Do not look at her, Andrews.” Lloyd snarled at him after giving you a swift kiss, plunging his fingers inside you and starting to fuck you with his hand even as he kept pinching and tugging on your nipples while you buried your face in his neck and moaned, your body arching into his hand as your core started to grow tighter impossibly fast under his touch. “Look at me. You too… whatever your fucking name is. You’re lucky my girl is in such a sweet mood or you’d be getting carried out of here in pieces and I’d still take your territory. So give me a good fucking deal and do it fast so I can spoil her like she deserves.”

Whatever they said next was drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears and your own wails as you fell apart, your release gushing and squirting out of you and making a mess all over the floor while your cunt spasmed around Lloyd’s fingers as he kept driving them into you. You were barely aware of him biting your breasts and calling you his good girl before he let you sag against him, his fingers still gently petting your pussy once you had settled as his other hand slid up to cup your throat while he continued his discussion. As soon as you felt him start to toy with your collar again, you couldn’t help but purr, making soft and pleasant noises against his skin while you curled up in his lap and wound your arms around him, trapping his hand between your thighs as you dozed off.

Lloyd smiled softly when he felt your warm breath fanning over his neck while you kept letting out sleepy little kitten noises, rubbing his cheek against your hair as he teased his fingers under the plush velvet of your choker as he finally got the idiots out of his office and turned his full attention back to you. He cooed when you whined as he stood up to carry you back to the chaise, laying you down gently and pressing kisses all over your neck and shoulders as he peeled your dress off the rest of the way and stretched his body next to yours as he grabbed one of the files August had left for him.

“Shhh, mon joli chaton, you rest, amour.” He kissed your hair when you murmured at him as you curled closer, trailing his fingers over your side lazily while he started to read. “Always so tired when you come for an audience, take your little kitty nap and then I’ll fuck you right on the conference table in nothing but your pretty collar during the next meeting.”

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[m0thisonfire]

Blog Masterlist and Rundown:

Where I reblog memes and art, and post my art and stories too-

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Ao3 link- I post fanfiction on Tumblr from time to time, but you can find most of my stories on my Ao3 account!

Update: With people now feeding unfinished fics into Chatgpt, I’ve locked my works because I don’t want people stealing them. It breaks my heart to do so because I want people to be able to read my stories, but it’s hard enough for me to write. I can’t risk the possibility of people taking my unfinished stories and feeding it to the machine, if they haven’t already, which I genuinely hope hasn’t happened yet.

Update!: I have decided to unlock my works again!! I feel a majority better, and I don’t think any too unsavory will happen anymore!

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Sideblogs:

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Tags and characters-

I mostly reblog memes and such, but you can find my art under the ‘m0th draws’ tag! My writing should be under ‘m0thwrites’ if you want to see some drabbles I haven’t posted to Ao3

The characters I mainly write for right now are from Tfa and a bit of Tfp, and that includes ocs and self inserts for them too!

The main s/i is Faux Pas, and is her main tag!

The lesser ones are listed under the name Grey! Tfa or Tfp Grey have their own little niche that pops up here and there, no definitive tag yet-

The two Tranformers that currently occupy my mind 24/7 are Prowl and Starscream, so expect to find *a lot* about them on this blog- and by alot, that includes a ship for them. You can find it under the Ninjastar tag!

The lesser known ocs I talk about once in a blue moon is Devanii Hellfrost and Sybil Jorther. The only lore you’re getting of those two is from tags and obscure Tumblr reblogs, but they’re here too

Another tag worth mentioning is the comms tag! Every now and then I get wonderful commissions that definitely need to be checked out! The artists are phenomenal and I do love the pieces they were kind enough to work on!

Status on asks-

Always open. I may take a while to respond due to work and gathering my courage, but I encourage questions and asks. Just expect awkward response in the beginning since, of course, I am not yet used to asks-

Current aus I have I feel are worth mentioning- (more likely to be added)

The Faux Pas au. Everything is the same except for the fact Faux Pas exists in the Tfaverse and is there to solely cause problems and go through problems.

Holoform/Humanformers au. Human Error if it actually happened, but Meltdown, Blackaracnia, and Soundwave are the main causes. All Cybertronians on earth turn into humans and is essentially a huge slice of life sitcom. Focused primarily around Starscream and his redemption arc.

Bounty-22 au. A work in progress, but Cybertronians and humans living in cowboy times. Prowl-centric in a way, him exploring the Wild West looking for vengeance and an artifact while traveling with an outlaw he doesn’t know is an outlaw. (The outlaw is Starscream, the best and worst liar in the west. I just really love Starscream, okay? But never fear, Lockdown plays a huge part in this au too. Because you can’t have cowboys without Lockdown.)

Zombies/Last of Us au. Yes, that’s right. Softbody robots and horrors beyond imagining. Another work in progress, but based around survival and zombies. No, none of the main cast die, I love them too much for that, they deserve their little community during the apocalypse.

Dead Space Au: A newly recruited Tfa Autobot Starscream replaces Isaac Clarke in the events of Dead Space. If you know Dead Space, you know he’s fucked mentally and physically. If you don’t know Dead Space, space zombies and serious fucked up shit. The Thing level horror. Know he is not coming out unscathed.

Tfa Ninjastar Twilight au: Exactly what it sounds like. The werewolves don’t exist here, and Starscream is the human in place of Bella. Takes no shit and runs most of the show because he’s Starscream. Meyer has no power here. I’m highjacking the lore and making all the characters suffer.

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[onlyfreds]

I posted 345 times in 2022

135 posts created (39%)

210 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@theoreticslut

@withahappyrefrain

@onlyfreds

@butterbeerkiss

@rogueharrington

I tagged 201 of my posts in 2022

Only 42% of my posts had no tags

#gabriella’s friends - 59 posts

#inbox 💌 - 34 posts

#fredweasley - 33 posts

#fredweasleyimagines - 28 posts

#fred weasley fluff - 28 posts

#fred weasley x reader - 28 posts

#fredweasleyfanfic - 28 posts

#fred weasley fanfiction - 27 posts

#fred weasley x y/n - 27 posts

#fred weasley x you - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 64 characters

#just a little boost since that sideblog seems to be shadowbanned

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Can I Have This Dance? | E.M.

Title: Can I Have This Dance?

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: You have feelings for Elijah. He has feelings for you. Rebekah has a plan.

A/N: This is my first ever fic for Elijah. I hope you guys like it! 💖

No one in the whole of New Orleans does a party like the Mikaelsons does.

Every single one of their parties were practically better than the last, as if they had some sort of record to break.

You weren’t much of a party person. But Rebekah practically begged you to go and you couldn’t resist her.

Another reason was because a certain Mikaelson was sure to be there.

“Y/N!” Rebekah almost squealed your name as she caught sight of you walking through the giant gates of the Mikaelson compound.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Her British accent ringing through her every word while she gave you a hug, “And you look amazing! I’m sure Elijah would be pleased.”

“Bexs.” You smiled, “Thank you but Elijah barely notices me in the first place.”

“Please.” The blonde rolled her eyes, “Elijah is absolutely smitten with you. You’re just too blind to see that he loves you just as much as you do.”

“As much as I adore you shipping us. Elijah sees me as a friend. If he’s smitten for anyone, it’s obviously Hayley.” You protested, trying to keep the jealousy out of your voice.

“Fine, don’t believe me, the all-knowing sister, just wait and see for yourself then.” Rebekah teased.

“Why sister, how long do you plan on keeping our favorite guest from us?” Klaus asked as he and Elijah appeared behind Rebekah.

The blonde turned to face them, “Don’t be ridiculous Nik, I was only greeting her.”

“Favorite guest? You flatter me Klaus.” You smiled as you hugged him.

“He’s just stealing all the credit.” Elijah grinned, stepping in for his turn, “I’m the one who coined the title actually.”

You laughed as Klaus rolled his eyes, “I should’ve known.”

“Are you four seriously just going to stand around here?” Freya asked, giving you a hug in greeting.

“Last I checked, this was a celebration, not a pity party.” Hayley appeared, sending you a smile.

“We’re coming.” You and Rebekah said at the same time, causing the rest of the group to laugh.

—

It was practically common knowledge that if Rebekah Mikaelson had a plan, she would stop at nothing to execute it.

With half of her plan already in motion, the blonde girl watched contentedly from the balcony of the compound, sipping on her champagne.

“I know that look.” Klaus mused, approaching her with his own drink in hand, “You’ve got something up your sleeve, don’t you?”

“Well, let’s just say that we could either start planning the wedding soon or help Elijah through his heartbreak.” Rebekah grinned.

Klaus chuckled, “Definitely our resident matchmaker. How many did you compel this time?” 

“Only one guy.” She answered, her eyes not leaving her target, “And knowing our dear brother, that’ll be enough.”

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#4

🔎 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 - a dare or bet trope with Fred x fem!nonGryffindor!reader

Thank you so much for requesting this!

My 1.3k rom-com night is now closed!

A Dare or a Set-up

If there was one thing that Hogwarts never failed to have aside from magic, brooms and trouble - it was the parties. 

Most of these parties were held by the infamous Weasley twins. A majority of people couldn’t tell them apart. But Y/N could. 

The twins teased you that the only reason why you could tell them apart was because you were in Ravenclaw. But the truth is, you were able to tell them apart because you found Fred more handsome, more funnier and (probably biased) more sweeter than his twin.

It wasn’t mainly on the appearance, but the way you felt around a certain one of them. 

“Special delivery!” Your best friend sat by the Ravenclaw table, brandishing a folded up parchment. 

“Another love letter?” You asked, pouring yourself another glass of pumpkin juice, “Who’s it from?” 

Your best friend shook her head, “It’s for you.” 

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Me?” 

Your best friend nodded, “Yes. You.” 

Still confused, you took the parchment from her and slowly unfolded it.

Though written in some sort of chicken-scratch handwriting, the letter was surprisingly legible. But what surprised you the most, was the fact that it was from Fred Weasley.

“What?” Y/B/F/N said excitedly, running to the other side of the table to take a look at the letter. 

“It says that he personally invites me to the party this weekend and I should feel free to bring along my friends.” You whisper-shouted excitedly. 

Y/B/F/N smiled, nudging you, “He’s looking at you.” 

Looking up, Fred was indeed looking at you - awaiting your reaction. Once your eyes had come to meet his, he grinned.

Returning the smile, you looked back down at the piece of parchment in your hand. 

“So,” Y/B/F/N said, nudging you again, “will you attend?” 

“Of course.” You promptly answered, “Who would possibly be crazy enough to turn down a personal invitation from Fred Weasley, himself?” 

–

The first thing that met you upon opening the door of the abandoned classroom was the lights. 

Someone had, somehow, managed to acquire a muggle disco ball that decorated the walls with multi-color lights. 

You failed to recognize the music, though, somewhat a mix of rock and pop.

Your best friend had disappeared from your side the moment the two of you entered the room, very typical of her. 

Walking through the room, you tried to find her (and probably give her an earful) when you suddenly felt someone collide with you.

Both of you apologized at the same time and it wasn’t until that moment that you got a good look at the person you bumped into.

Despite the darkness of the room, it didn’t take a genius to see who it was. The red hair, the charming smile, the cinnamon and firewood smell.

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551 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#3

Seriously Moony? | (Young) Remus Lupin

Title: Seriously Moony?

Requested: Yes/No

Description: You’re James Potter’s sister. You’re also dating Remus Lupin…behind James’ back

No one would have thought that it was possible for James Potter to be your twin brother.

The two of you were polar opposites, it was a wonder how the two of you didn’t annoy each other every minute of every day.

Long story short, you and James got along quite well. This also made you an honorary member of the Marauders, even if you didn’t participate in your antics as much.

The only problem was, you were dating one of his best friends - Remus Lupin behind his back.

How could you not even fall in love with him in the first place? He was so sweet, kind and caring. If there was even the slightest chill in the air, he would immediately pull one of his sweaters over you. While the two of you were on a study date, he would just nudge you and hand you a piece of chocolate from under the table. And whenever the two of you were away from James’ prying eyes - he would find all the excuses to hold you as close to you as possible.

James raised a brow at you when you appeared in the common room, “Who’s sweater is that?” 

You stopped in your tracks, realizing that you were still wearing Remus’ sweater that you had “permanently borrowed” from him, “Mine?” 

James laughed, “Yep, doesn’t fool me sis. You don’t have a brown sweater.” 

You looked at Remus who was trying to hide an amused smile, “Says who? What if I have a sweater that you don’t know about?” 

“Actually that sweater does look familair but I can’t remember where I saw it.” Sirius furrowed his brows, trying to rack his brain for the memory.

“You know it kinda looks like one of the sweaters Remus has.” Peter said.

James laughed, “C’mon Peter, why would she be wearing Moony’s sweater? It’s not like they’re dating.” before he deadpanned, “You’re not dating right?” 

“James, that’s just ridiculous. You would have my head if I so much gave your sister flowers, much less date her. Besides what if she just bought the sweater?” Remus said in a no nonsense voice before opening the book in his lap. 

“It’s a good thing one of you has some decent common sense.” You said, turning to go up to your dorm but not before you looked at your boyfriend who smiled and shot a wink your way while James started to get occupied with Quidditch talk.

–

“For a second there, I thought James had figured it out.” Remus chuckled as the two of you relaxed behind the shelves in the library, leaning against the shelves with your hands intertwined. The chances of James finding you here with your boyfriend were low.

You laughed, “James wouldn’t be able to take a hint even if it danced stark naked in front of him.” 

Remus laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “You’re adorable, you know?” 

You giggled, brushing a stray brown lock away from his eyes, “You’re more adorable.” 

He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours before pulling your lips into a kiss. 

Smiling into the kiss, you cupped his face in your hands as you returned the same passion and eagerness he was giving you.

Disconnecting your lips for a moment to breathe, Remus dived back in, pulling you in to straddle his lap as he devoured the feeling of his lips pressed to your soft ones.

You never wanted to leave that moment, you just wanted it to last forever. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible when you heard footsteps heading in your direction.

Immediately scrambling off Remus’ lap, the two of you stood up as Madam Pince rounded the corner, making it seem like that nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Feeling her gaze on the two of you, you said, “You know, I get that Romeo and Juliet dying is what makes the whole thing tragic but its just stupid.” 

Remus furrowed his brows, trying hard not to laugh, “How so?” 

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#2

Destiny has its Ways | F.W.

Title: Destiny has its Ways

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Eight months after Fred broke up with you - you decide to visit the shop but with someone special along.

It would be an understatement to say that Fred Weasley was the best boyfriend ever.

Fred Weasley was the most passionate of lovers, he could basically be named the god of love.

He would cater to your every need and request, he would always be there for you - especially when you need him the most. Fred was literally the man of your dreams and you couldn’t imagine a future without him.

“You still haven’t had enough?” You teased as Fred hovered over you, tracing a line of kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

“What kind of a question is that?” He asked with a cheeky grin, sucking his mark on your sweet spot, “I can never get enough of you.”

“Never?” You asked him with an amused smile.

“Never ever.” He confirmed, pressing a kiss to your lips.

--

You had been feeling sick for the past few days, getting up early in the morning to bend over the toilet and empty out the contents of your stomach into it.

“Why don’t you go to the hospital wing and have it checked?” Fred asked, giving you a worried look.

You shook your head, waving him off, “I’m fine. It could just be a bug or something.”

“You sure?” Your boyfriend asked, raising a brow at you.

“I’ll be fine, positive.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“When was the last time you had your period?” Hermione asked a week later, after you’ve told her that you were still vomiting.

You thought about it for a moment before dread washed over you when you realized it, “It’s late… by two weeks.”

Thankfully, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t in the hospital wing so you managed to get a muggle pregnancy test without anyone giving you a suspicious look.

Hermione then stood outside of the bathroom while you conducted the test.

Your stomach dropped as you stared in horror at the two red lines that stood clearly on the white stick.

You sat down on the lid of the toilet seat, feeling like you would collapse if you didn’t. The tears started flowing down the apple of your cheeks as your whole world was suddenly turned upside down.

Hermione started knocking on the door, “You alright? What’s the result?”

You couldn’t give her an answer - but she could hear you crying and that was enough.

She gently opened the stall door and came in, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“What am I going to do Hermione?” You asked, “We’re just 18. We can’t have a baby yet.”

“I know.” The younger girl consoled, “Everything’s going to be alright.”

You gripped the test tightly, “Everything’s not going to be alright Hermione. Everything’s going to be a disaster.”

“Y/N, you have a wonderful boyfriend who is basically so whipped for you, who would do absolutely anything for you and looks at you like you just gave him the world on a silver platter. I know that this won’t be easy, but I don’t see how this will be a disaster.” Hermione said.

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My #1 post of 2022

So Much for Secrecy | F.W.

Title: So Much for Secrecy

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When Fred starts sending letters that weren't up to his usual standards - you start to get worried.

“Are you sure you can’t stay over at the Burrow for the summer?” Fred pouted, holding on to you as tightly as he could without suffocating you

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a smile, “I already told you. We’re going to our summer house since this is the first time my sister’s been home since she went off to college. I’ll write to you everyday and I’ll be able to head to the Burrow two weeks before school starts.”

“Fine.” He huffed, pecking your lips, “You better write to me everyday.”

“I promise.” You said, still smiling up at him.

“C’mon Fred! You’re just parting for the summer! You’re not a soldier going into war.” George called out from the spot where he and the rest of the Weasley family were waiting.

Fred rolled his eyes at his twin, causing you to laugh.

“Go! Your family is waiting.”

“They can wait a little bit longer.” He muttered, bending down to connect your lips in a brief kiss.

“Oi lover boy! Hurry up!” George’s call came again.

“Coming!” Fred said, littering kisses all over your face before he made his way to his family,

“Bye! Write to me everyday! I love you!”

You laughed, waving at him, “Yes, I promise that I’ll write everyday! I love you too!”

–

That was two weeks ago. And you had kept your promise to your boyfriend that you would write to him everyday.

“Writing to your boyfriend, again?” Your sister mused, peeking over your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You said, not looking up from your letter, “Why?”

Y/S/N shrugged, “You just wrote him a letter yesterday, and the day before that.”

“So?”

“So? Normally when my boyfriend and I exchange love letters its either on a special occasion or a weekly basis.”

“Well, my relationship is different from yours.” You said, sealing the letter in an envelope.

“Good point.” Y/S/N agreed, “But, why everyday?”

You smiled, remembering the little exchange before you temporarily parted ways with your respective families.

“Fred is clingy, in a good way. He’s just adorable when he’s clingy. He even told me once that if there ever passes a day that he doesn’t get to see even just a glimpse of me - then his day isn’t complete. So, he made me promise - three times if I may mention - that I would write to him everyday so that ‘he doesn’t miss me as much’.”

“Why didn’t you bring him over?” Your sister said, giving you a look, “I would’ve loved to meet him!”

You smiled at her, “I won’t make any promises - but, maybe next year.”

“I’ll take that then.” She teased.

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[friedesgreatscythe]

im too lazy to tag things anymore

i still have all those fancy tags saved, it’s just a matter of logging in to my xkit account BUT i forgot the password AND xkit rewritten is so much faster so whoopsie

that would bother past me so, so much. not just because i like those tags (and i do), but because the lack of organization would make me panic. now i’m just not bothered. this blog’s a place to shove things that i think are nice as i find them. lately there are not many things that are findable on here; twitter’s more the place where i see such things. but that’s ok. i’m glad i don’t lurk on here as often as i used to. this place is really unhealthy if you’re in any way active in communities. i’d rather run this blog and my akeshu sideblog on the outer limits of it all and just chill elsewhere.

still super deep into final fantasy xiv, as expected. i made a me!wol on diabolos. my original wol on jenova is taking a hiatus. endwalker really took all the heart and soul out of her. and my akechi!wol on zalera is chillin in sharlayan, because where else would he like to be? my me!wol is doing everything i can think to do on a single character, though of course this means farming for that hades mount likely another 50+ times as i did on eva, but hey, the FC i’m in is full of nice people who do weekly mount farming, map running, and the like. and they’re always down to farm things at random, so. that’s good. they’re having a costume contest this weekend and i’ve got mine all picked out, so i hope i win. i think it’s some mounts and stuff from mogstation, so that’d be a treat.

i’m still writing, of course. always. still in therapy, and it’s helping. a lot. my homework this week is to “uno reverse” my way of thinking when it comes to doing things out of spite. i can still do them to spite a thing (usually my mom), but just reverse the focus. for example: he asked me what my future goal is for writing, and i said that i’d love to get published just so i can SHOW my family, mainly my mom, that LOOK all those days and weeks and years of me trying PAID OFF and i WASN’T being lazy or doing nothing--

and he asked me, “what if she doesn’t give you the reaction you want?”

and i said, “well then fuck her, i’ll know i succeeded and that’s what matters.”

and he gestured strongly and said, “yes! so make THAT the focus!”

so, to reverse the focus is to make writing my goal BECAUSE i want to succeed and my desire TO do that is all that fucking matters.

it sounds so small and simple, but i don’t know if i can truly express enough just how impossible it is to operate around the voice of judgment in my head. it’s there about anything, everything. imagine if you had someone looking over your shoulder, their lips to your ear, telling you that any choice you made was wrong. you want to take a break? you’re lazy. you want to work on something? it’s not good enough. you want to read a book or play a game for inspiration? you’re lying; you’re just going to steal their ideas, or you just want an excuse to waste time.

you want to stop eating meat? that’s because you think you’re fat. you think you’re fat? well that’s your own fucking fault. you can’t ride your bike or go for walks like you used to because the heat makes your joints swell up? that’s an excuse. your body is a piece of shit. you think your body is a piece of shit? stop feeling sorry for yourself. you feel sorry for yourself? pathetic.

so it goes, on and on and fucking on.

but i’m getting on with it. therapy helps.

anyway, the current project right now is a sondham fic because YES i watched game grumps’ playthrough of dr2 and YES i fully support and share danny sexbang’s love for gundham and sonia and YES i am absolutely writing a fic for them because he made a passing, somewhat tentative mention of looking up things for them once the game is done and NO the fic is nowhere near as simple as i thought it to be originally because YES i am a creature of habit and even if he never reads it i WON’T care because i filled up my entire glittery pink unicorn notebook with this story and i really love it, and that’s all that matters to me

and, knowing me, i’ll just pull the thing in a few months so i can make it an original piece, like i’m doing with krakrgaldr.

i have PLANS and i am slowly learning how to stop fearing the idea of having goals or believing in my ambitions and it’s making a difference

#that and the medication and self reflection and keeping myself busy with things i like #and cutting out toxicity and basically always choosing things that are good for me in all ways #krist.txt

[whisperial]

RULES.

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[malewifehenrycooldown]

whelp URL change.

Girlboss-mrsschnee -> the-league-of-vigilantes

Like if seen.

#it feels more… idk more comic book like? but also suits the morally grey characters I like #shallow rambles #yes I’m stealing this from a sideblog #it was my f/o takeover blog URL #it just… feels more fitting #but if it doesn’t I have other options too

[isitbussinjanelle]

I just saw a post from @moon-spirit-yue that was inspired by @ratld-sideblog that was about Namaari being a noodle at 14 so I was thinking, “let’s do a 4 year time skip where Namaari shows up outta no where and is THE MUSCLE and Raya is like awooga wooga”.

*let’s pretend that this is what happend in tail instead*

Sisu: now that you don’t have to hide me, getting the rest of the gems will be a piece of cake!

Raya: I can’t fully disagree on that, Sisu. On one hand, each of the gem pieces are being held by a bunch of binturis, but on the other hand, Namaari is weak asf.

Sisu: wait who’s-

Namaari: binturi? Now that’s not very nice.

Raya: Sisu, get behind me. WHO SAID THAT?!

Namaari: [rides in on her serlot with a wave]

Raya: am I supposed to know you- wait...NAMAARI IS THAT REALLY YOU?!

Namaari: howdy, dep la. Shocked?

Raya: [panicking on the inside] uh- WELL YEAH I MEAN YOU GOT HOT OUTTA NO WHERE.

Everyone there: ...

Atiataya: wow they are perfect for eachother

Namaari: ...huh?

Raya: I- erm I mean— your just not the weak 14 year old anymore..?

Namaari: oh...I see you’ve noticed my muscles. Yeah, I’ve been working out.

Raya: why? Because you’re little ego was bruised when I called you a noodle when we were 14?

Namaari’s mind: yes who am I kidding I did it to impress you ugh..

Namaari: maybe a little. [flexes her bicep] like whatcha see?

Raya’s mind: oh my spirits yes

Raya: pfft- you wish.

Namaari’s mind: ALL OF MY EFFORTS WERE POINTLESS THEN?!

Namaari: so, I see your stealing gem pieces. Not to mention you stole Fangs dragon scroll.

Raya: yes...and? I’m trying to see your point.

Namaari: well why?

Raya: cause I want to. :)

Sisu: wait that’s not what you told me-

Raya: zip it. We can’t trust her, remember?

Namaari: why can’t you trust me? Oh! Is it because I’ve gotten so strong all of a sudden? I see you staring at them dep la.

Raya: shut up before I make you. [mumbles] and I wasn’t staring..

Namaari: I’m sure you would love too. Last chance, why are you stealing gem pieces?

Raya: I’ll never talk!

Sisu: Raya if we just tell her she might-

Namaari: fine, have it your way. Gaurds, arrest them.

Raya: NO [does the sword fling thing to set off the sand trap and swings over]

Namaari: YOU- [covered in sand]

Raya: hurry up Sisu!

Sisu: sorry I’m still getting used to human legs!

Raya: [setting off all the toot ‘n booms] LATER UNDERCUT~

Namaari: NO RAYA BABY COME BACK😭

Atitaya: DID SHE JUST SAY BABY?! WHAT THE HELL-

*and this is where the yearning began for Namaari*

#sapphic yearning #raya #namaari #raya and the last dragon #ratld #raya x namaari #raya incorrect quotes #rayaari #rayamaari #sisu #ratld incorrect quotes #atitaya is tired of this sheet #Atitaya #I wish her character was more developed tbh #like more as Namaari’s bestie instead of it just being fan canon #incorrect raya and the last dragon quotes #Disney #raymaari incorrect quotes #raymaari #incorrect quotes

[moon-spirit-yue]

Okay so I got this idea from @shy-peacock’s amazing story Surviving Kumandra City because accidentally walking right into a sex club is ABSOLUTELY something Raya would do. Sapphic yearning Namaari and oblivious Raya headcanon series:

Raya, in Talon with human Sisu trying to find information on the gem piece: okay Sisu why don’t we go in that building? I’m pretty sure it’s a restaurant. Though it’s been a few years since I’ve been here. It’s pretty secluded and has a couple people around so hopefully someone in there will know something

Sisu: sounds good! Let’s turn on the charm

Raya, waltzing right in: hey is there anyone available for us to talk to?

Talon person manning the counter: of course! We just got two rooms available for you ladies. Unless you want to share?

Sisu, shaking her head: oh no we’d like separate meals

Talon person, nodding knowingly: perfect! One of you can go to the second door on the right and the other can go to the first door on the left

Raya: I’ll go right you go left. Holler if you need anything!

Sisu, nodding as she goes to the left: you got it girl!

Talon person, chuckling: oh they’ll be doing a lot more than hollering

Raya, walking into the room: kinda sketch that they make us eat separately but hey what do I know I’ve been running from my problems for six years

Talon woman, chilling in the room with nothing on except for a thin robe: oh wow you’re cute. Are you ready to spend some time with me

Raya, nodding: yes I am actually. I was hoping you could answer a couple of questions for me

Talon woman: oh? And what would you like to know, pretty girl?

Raya, not getting a damn clue as per usual: do you happen to know where the Talon chief is?

Talon woman: that vicious old lady? I think she was just seen in the market a while ago

Raya, already leaving: perfect! Thanks for the help

Talon woman: wait so you’re just going to leave?

Raya: I mean yeah. Oh sorry for not buying any food I’ll purchase some next time

Talon woman: food what- oh. You think this is a restaurant, don’t you?

Raya: what else would this place be?

Talon woman:….don’t worry about it cutie. But feel free to come visit me again. It’d be a shame if this is the last time we saw each other

Raya, shrugging: alright sure. Later! *leaving to find Sisu right outside her door*

Sisu: okay so I don’t think this place is a restaurant. When I was in that room some girl tried taking off my clothes! Do normal restaurants do this?

Raya, shaking her head: she’s probably low on money and tried to steal your clothes. We should get out of here I know the Talon Chief is

Namaari, spotting Raya walk out of a whole brothel: is Raya having sex with other women? That little binturi

Atitaya: Princess you guys aren’t even dating-

Namaari: so? That’s doesn’t mean she hasn’t completely betrayed me

Atitaya, snorting: well you would know about betrayal better than anyone wouldn’t you?

Namaari: Atitaya you’re fired-

Taglist: @faithfulwarrior-og @isitbussinjanelle @tigerlillyruiz @ratld-sideblog

#raya and the last dragon #namaari #raya x namaari #rayaari #namaari x raya #raya of heart #ratld #ratld namaari #ratld raya #raya and namaari #raymaari #rayamaari #disney raya #raya disney #raya namaari #namaari and raya #raya incorrect quotes #ratld incorrect quotes

[whump-me-all-night-long]

Jeweler!Sapphire AU (not canon)

Welcome to 3k words of this amazing AU idea that may or may not become a multi-parter. No editing, we die like.. idk. Please let me know what y'all think!!

Tagging the usual group (let me know if you only want to be tagging in canon stuff): @newbornwhumperfly @unicornscotty @itsleighlove @whump-scribbles @getyourwhumphere @skunkandgrenade @penny-for-your-whump @lektric-whump @just-a-whump-lover @thelazywitchphotographer @restrainthenmaime @angstyachesplus @lilbitwhumpy @leaderofthebeanarmy @aquard-skaii @whumprincess @thatgaysnail @finaldreams1106 @reveriedeludesme @kemonoinuzuka @circlingravens @whumpasaurus101 @spicy-wendigo @femmewithadhd @wafflestakethecake @lonesome--hunter @as-a-matter-of-whump @broadwaybabe18 @whumpinggoodtime @temporary-whump-sideblog @dumb-and-lesbian let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: talk of death (in a pretty disrespectful manner), talk of human trafficking, intimate whumper, hair pulling, noncon touching, some pretty noncon vibes near the end, uhhh Saph/Dustin is a real asshole, let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Masterlist

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The sound of a ringing phone woke Dustin. With a groan, he rolled over in bed, blankets tangled around his legs. Blindly groping along his nightstand, he found his phone and answered the call, from an unknown number, blue eyes squinting against the flash of the bright screen.

“Yeah?” he answered, stifling a yawn.

“Is this Mr. Moore?” a timid male voice said.

Rubbing a hand across his face, Dustin sat up, glancing at the clock with a groan. “Yes, this is he,” he responded, voice tight. “Now who the fuck is calling me at four a.m.?”

A throat was cleared on the other end of the line. “Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I’m Nicholas Jameston.” There was a pause, as if he expected Dustin to recognize the name. “I’m your uncle’s lawyer.”

Dustin blinked, brow furrowing in confusion. “My uncle? You mean.. Uncle Spence?”

A curt “Yes, sir.”

“Okayyyy,” he drew out. “Listen, I haven’t talked to him in years. Since I left for college at least. Probably before even high school. You see, my dad and him, they didn’t really get along-” He cut himself off. Why was he telling this man anything? “Anyways, there must be some confusion. I don’t know why he wants his lawyer contacting me all of a sudden.” Shit, he thought. Did I break or steal something last time I was at his place? Is this what this is about?

There was an awkward beat of silence before the lawyer cleared his throat again. “No, sir, there’s no mistake or confusion. You see, you’re Mr. Spencer’s closest remaining blood relative.”

Dustin was really not awake enough for this conversation. “Just say what you need to and be done with it.”

“Your uncle is dead,” the lawyer finally said. “And you’re his sole heir.”

-

Dustin pulled up in his car, a shiny BMW he’d bought using his dad’s life insurance money a few years ago. He squinted against the darkness of early morning, checking the address again. This place looked less like a family home and more like a fortress. A prison.

He wondered, for the millionth time since getting rudely awoken and told that a man he’d met only a handful of times was a) dead and b) giving him everything, what exactly he was doing here. His dad must be rolling over in his grave. Not that Dustin particularly cared about that.

He knew that the brothers had never gotten along, that his dad, the older brother, had apparently “abandoned” the family business because it was “amoral,” but Dustin had never really been privy to the details. He rolled his eyes just thinking about his dad and his need to be righteous and perfect all the time.

That apparently had gone out the window at some point, but the bastard was too proud to go back to his brother - their parents were already dead by that time - and instead decided to start his own company, selling.. who knew? Certainly not Dustin. No, the young twenty-six-year-old was perfectly content enjoying his bachelor playboy lifestyle, feeding off mommy and daddy’s blood money.

“Mr. Moore?” A man was standing on the doorstep, fidgeting nervously with a thick manila envelope.

Dustin took one look at him and barely withheld a sigh. This man, short, balding, oily, was a lawyer alright. He raised one lazy eyebrow. “Jameson, I presume?” he called back, making his way slowly up the path to the door.

“Uh, it’s Jameston, sir,” the man corrected quickly.

Dustin didn’t bother to hide his smirk. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. It’s early and I have a busy day ahead of me. Left a pretty girl waiting for me to call. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

Not bothering to wait, Dustin stepped up to the door and opened it, stepping inside a grand foyer. He whistled softly, taking in the shimmering chandelier, the sweeping staircase, with a gold-woven rug running down the middle, and the many large and well-furnished rooms branching off from the entrance.

“Now this is a nice playhouse, huh?” he said, grinned indolently.

He saw Jameston’s jaw tighten fractionally. “Yes, sir,” he responded. “Now, I can give you a complete tour of the house now. However, Mr. Spencer’s real estate agent can do that when she arrives here in-” he glanced at his watch - a fake, Dustin had noticed - “a couple hours or so. Furthermore, there was a, erm, rather sensitive matter that Mr. Spencer tasked me with familiarizing you with personally.” He adjusted his tie slightly, clearly nervous, before motioning Dustin down one of the smaller hallways to the side.

His curiosity piqued, Dustin followed. “What do you mean? Oh, don’t tell me, was the old man into some shady illegal business? Drugs? Girls?”

Jameston shook his head, Adam's apple bobbing. “No sir. Your uncle, he was an.. art collector, of a sort. Well, he created his own art, really. However, it was not necessarily, um, legally acquired.”

Dustin barely held in a laugh at the lawyer’s clear panic. “Of course it wasn’t,” he scoffed. “Do you know how much shady shit has gone on in this family?” He couldn’t stop the bark of laughter this time. “Of course you do, you’re the lawyer.”

Jameston’s face flushed but he remained quiet until he reached an indiscreet door at the end of a short hall. If Dustin didn’t know any better, he’d assume it was a closet or something. Jameston cleared his throat as he opened the door. “Welcome to the Jewelry Box, sir.”

-

Carnelian sighed, his head falling back against the wall as he stretched his legs out along the small bed. The only sounds in the large room was the occasional movement from one of the others.

“That’s it,” he muttered, standing up and marching over to the glass wall. “Is anyone else wondering where the bastard is?” he called, frowning as he caught the gazes of several of the others.

Emerald just shook his head, silently warning him. Amethyst, however, scoffed, picking at her nails intently. “Why do you care?” she snapped. “It’s not like you’re ever doing anything but yelling and cursing.”

“So?” Carnelian shot back. “Aren’t you at least a little curious as to what’s going on?”

As if to answer his questions, he heard the door hiss open. Turning his gaze towards it, he felt his lips tugging down into a frown.

“Here we go again,” he muttered. “I knew the bastard would be back before long.”

Then he met the gaze of a stranger, arrogant and lazy and startlingly bright blue. Eyebrows flicking up, he blurted, “Who the fuck are you?”

Smirking, the stranger glanced at a smaller man next to him, one Carnelian had glimpsed down here once or twice before, always with the Jeweler. “I think I’d like to ask you the same question.”

The small man cleared his throat and began speaking, quietly enough that Carnelian couldn’t hear. Instead he took in the stranger, as if he couldn’t quite tear his eyes away.

The man was attractive, annoyingly attractive from Carnelian’s perspective. His skin was a bronzed tone, clear and smooth. He was tall, probably taller than Carnelian, with a lean, slightly muscled body. He had on a dark t-shirt that clung to his body and somehow looked expensive, with form-fitting jeans and some Converse high tops on as well. His dark brown hair was slightly wavy, with the top grown out long and falling into his face. Carnelian’s eyes drifted down towards his mouth before he forcefully pulled them back up to his eyes, which were-

Still on him. Carnelian felt himself blush and then scowl as he met the man’s gaze. Already he was getting on his nerves. And where the hell was the Jeweler? Was this stranger some new client of his, looking to buy one of them? At that thought, Carnelian felt a flash of panic through him and glanced over at Emerald, who was looking subtly at him as well, clearly thinking the same thing.

Carnelian tuned back in when the stranger exclaimed, “Are you shitting me right now?” The stranger was now looking at each of them, studying them more intently.

His gaze almost completely skimmed over Diamond and Ruby, both of them still curled up in their beds, watching with wary and confused gazes. He barely even noticed Amber, the new one still drugged to high heaven after mouthing off to the Jeweler yesterday. Carnelian doubted the kid could even remember their own name right now, much less stand up from where they were sprawled in their bed. He took a bit longer looking at Emerald, his defensive stance, wise eyes, then Amethyst, with her crossed arms and haughty expression, before finally settling on Carnelian.

After several long, tense seconds, he looked back at the other man. “So you’re saying,” he drawled slowly, deliberately. “That this, all of this, the house, the business, the.. Jewels-” his mouth twisted into a cruel smirk- “they’re all mine?”

Swallowing, the other man nodded. “Yes sir, that’s what I’m saying.” He drew out a piece of paper and, clearing his throat, began to read. “‘I hereby give the entirety of my properties, including my family home, my businesses, and my Jewelry Box, to my closest remaining blood relative upon my death.’ That would be you, Dustin Moore.”

There was a gasp from one of the other cells, where Diamond had stood up, flying to the window, eyes wide and frantic. “Death? Wait, no, Sir, he- he can’t be-” They dissolved into sobs, sliding to their knees on the floor.

Carnelian glanced around at the rest of the Jewels, the only sound coming from Diamond. The rest of them had frozen as well, not sure how they were meant to respond. Carnelian was reeling, glancing down as he took a shaky breath. On the one hand, he was glad the bastard was dead. On the other, well, the Jeweler had never looked at him the way the stranger, Dustin the other man had said, looked at him. The Jeweler looked at him like some prized object, something to be shown off proudly and then put back into storage. The Jeweler treated him less than human; Dustin’s gaze said he knew precisely how human Carnelian was, he just didn’t care.

Before he knew it, Carnelian was raising his head to glare at the other man, only to find him still looking at him. As Dustin slowly moved forward, he asked, “Did my uncle give these.. Jewels any names? Because I think I’m seeing a theme in them.” He stopped a couple feet away from the glass, his head tilted slightly. “The only one I can’t seem to figure out is this one.”

Carnelian’s lip curled. “Stay the fuck away from me,” he snarled softly, looking him up and down before raising his brows slightly. “Bastard jr,” he added.

Dustin almost seemed caught off guard before letting out a laugh. “I thought you said that he trained them to be all submissive and whatever,” he called over to the other. “Jameston, this one seems to be a bit feral.” He stepped even closer, lifting one hand to touch the glass. Carnelian fell back a couple inches, eyes still narrowed.

Jameston cleared his throat yet again. Carnelian would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was complicit in letting him stay kidnapped. “Yes sir, your uncle had his ways of training them. However, he didn’t train them all the same way. He found that one’s fight to be..” He skimmed his notes quickly. “..rather appealing, sir.”

Carnelian made a noise of disgust as Dustin grinned. “I can’t say I blame him.”

Carnelian barely breathed until Dustin stepped away, turning back to Jameston. “Well, I’ve seen them all. Let’s go back upstairs now. I think I saw a nice liquor cabinet that I’d like to raid.”

Once they were both gone from view and the door had hissed shut, Carnelian leaned his head against the cool glass.

“You okay?” Emerald asked.

Carnelian just shook his head, a sudden lump in his throat. “The way he looked at me,” he said softly.

“I know,” Emerald murmured back.

He glanced up to find the older man looking at him with concern and pity.

“Well then,” Amethyst said loudly, breaking the silence that had fallen thick and heavy. “That was certainly something.”

Diamond sobbed loudly. “That.. that can’t be true. Can it?” They looked up, searching the others’ faces. Carnelian felt a twinge of pity for them. After over a decade of being trapped down here, they had been reduced to a mere shadow of whoever they might have once been. At whatever they might’ve seen on their faces, Diamond dissolved back into inconsolable sobs.

Resting her head on the wall, Ruby quietly asked, “So what happens now?”

There was a beat of silence before Emerald replied, “Now we wait.”

-

Back upstairs, Dustin was finally alone after getting rid of that annoying lawyer. He had had to practically shove the man out of the house to get him to leave. Even then, he had only left with promises to call later about the details.

For now, Dustin was sprawled out in a large, overstuffed armchair, a bottle of expensive whisky and a half empty glass next to him. He was already on his second glass, and he had no plans on stopping any time soon.

His mind drifted to the one who had glared and cursed at him. The smaller one, with the hard gaze, numerous freckles, and bright curly hair. The one Jameston had said was named Carnelian. Dustin looked up the stone and smiled at the pictures that were pulled up. Bright, fiery stones, of varying shades, Dustin had to admit, he could see the resemblance.

Pouring himself another glass, he sunk down further into the chair. He supposed he should be more concerned with the fact that there were six human beings locked in some creepy basement that he had apparently just inherited. But, after living the life that he had lived so far, Dustin had to admit that this was far from the craziest thing he had seen. He knew plenty of friends whose families had, well, less than legal people working for them, and now that he thought about it, he swore he could remember some show a few of his friends had gone to where the host had all his pets or whatever they were called designed as gemstones.

He laughed softly, quietly murmuring, “Carnelian, huh?” before draining the glass and pouring one more.

-

It was hours later when Carnelian awoke in the darkness. The bright lights, luckily, were still on their automated timer, so they had shut out at their usual time. It had been hours since Diamond’s sobs had slowly petered out and since the others’ quiet, stilted conversations had dwindled. Now, everyone was asleep.

Well, everyone except Carnelian. It took him a moment to figure out what had awoken him, a soft tapping on the glass wall of his cell. With a soft groan, he rolled over, out of the bed, squinting in the dim light.

In front of him stood the silhouette of a man. A couple seconds later, Carnelian recognized him as Dustin, his new.. owner. He almost snorted at the title. This man wasn’t any older than Carnelian, and he looked and behaved like an entitled, overprivileged frat boy.

Carnelian slowly walked closer. “What the hell do you want?” he whispered, because he didn’t want to accidentally wake the others and unleash the chaos that would bring with it. It took him a moment to realize that Dustin was fiddling with the lock on the door.

Without answering him, Dustin finally figured out how to unlatch it and swung the door open. He looked back up at Carnelian and made a silent motion for him to follow as he padded back towards the door.

Frowning, Carnelian carefully stepped out, towards him and the hallway beyond, where he could see light spilling out from the door. Knowing it probably wasn’t very smart, Carnelian walked into the hallway, squinting slightly at the suddenly bright lights.

Before he knew what was happening, there was a hand fisting in his hair and pushing him up against the wall. Carnelian looked up, eyes wide, to find Dustin standing much too close to him and several inches taller than him.

Feeling his breath stutter and his heart skip a beat, Carnelian breathed out, “What the hell do you want?” He barely dared take his eyes away from Dustin’s.

With the hand not pinning him to the wall, Dustin leaned closer and wrapped a curl around his finger, pulling until Carnelian wince slightly before letting it go, watching it bounce. This close, Carnelian could smell the whisky on his breath.

“Are.. are you drunk?” he asked, swallowing hard when that steely blue gaze met his, hazy yet surprisingly clear.

“That’s irrelevant,” he said, smirking as he pushed closer to Carnelian, who tried to pull away, but one vicious yank on his hair had his eyes watering and stilled the rest of his body. Dustin raised a hand and slowly traced over Carnelian’s cheeks, ending with one finger following the outline of his lips. “You’re Carnelian.”

Carnelian barely resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and instead held his breath, eyes wide and searching Dustin’s. He didn’t dare to breathe, much less speak, so he didn’t ask why Dustin had said something he already knew the answer to.

It felt as if an eternity had passed before Dustin pulled away, shoving Carnelian roughly back towards the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said glibly, pulling the door shut once Carnelian was through, leaving him back in the darkness.

Immediately, Carnelian went back to the one place he never thought he’d call safe. Once he had pulled the glass door closed, hearing the lock click, he curled up in his bed, as far away from the door as he could get, the thin blanket pulled over him as his heart beat in his throat.

He didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night.

#the jewelry box #jeweler!sapphire #carnelian sugar #emerald love #amethyst doll #ruby honey #diamond darling #whump #whumpee #multiple whumpees #whumper #intimate whumper #talk of death #talk of human trafficking #hair pulling #noncon touching #noncon vibes #idk that end bit there has some Vibes(TM) #ahhhhhh idk why i'm so nervous to post this #i'm actually pretty excited too #so please let me know what y'all think! #and if y'all would be interested in more!

[gguksgalaxy]

Stranded | JJK | Teaser

To be posted on September 1st 5:45am KST.

Jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. His entire presence is unwelcome. You don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. It’s annoying — he is annoying. From the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. Oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. Nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

›› AU: Enemies to lovers, fuck/badboy!Jungkook ›› Genre: Fluff / Smut / Angst ›› Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content, 18+) ›› Pairing: JJK x Reader ›› Word Count: 13k ›› Jungkook Snuggle Drabbles. Warnings Include: A lot of swearing, emotional and romantic angst, sexual content, the desecration of a mug. The complete list will be on the fic!

A/N: Let me know if you guys are excited!!!! <3

Your peace doesn’t last long. Not even halfway through your first coffee, your doorbell rings. 

Groaning, you get up and prepare your best ‘no I don’t want to buy whatever you’re selling’ face. Upon unlocking the door, that face falters. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” you spit out the moment you see Jungkook’s big doe eyes. He’s standing on your doorstep like he’s supposed to be here. With his backpack nonchalantly slung over one shoulder.

He looks past you, into your apartment. “Oh, you started studying for psych?” 

Your living room is a mess. “Well, I was trying to start, but I’ve been rudely interrupted by someone who has no invitation to be here.” 

He rolls his eyes. “I’m here to make sure that you don’t fail another class and have to drop out.”  Like he owns the place, he pushes past you and waltzes inside. He drops his backpack and readjusts his baseball cap, showing off his forehead and chocolate brown hair. It’s really starting to get long.

“I don’t need your help.” There’s no way he’s here just to help you study. And even if he was, he’s just going to distract you. You’re not friends. He must have some ulterior motive for being here. Jeon Jungkook doesn’t study, let alone help people study. Not to your knowledge at least. “I can manage just fine on my own.” 

He grabs his laptop from his bag. “What part of ‘having to drop out if you fail another class’ did you not understand?” He puts the device down and gets comfortable on your couch. As if he’s done it before. 

You cross your arms over your chest. “Who told you about that?” 

He shrugs. “Jimin mentioned it, he must have it from Taehyung. Does it really matter?” 

“Yes, it matters,” you sneer. “I didn’t ask you to be here. I don’t want you to be here. There’s no way I’m going to get anything done with you around. Get the fuck out.” You point a finger at the door, waiting for him to leave. “Do you not hear me?” 

“Oh, I heard you. I’m just waiting for you to get over yourself and realise that you actually need my help.”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

If You Want to Destroy my Sweater…

Kinktober Day 14: Bicep Riding

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP)

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: You’ve got a new way to calm Ransom down at family events.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (bicep riding, semi-public sex, caught), Richard being a perv, Thrombey drama, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Thanks to some fantastic hoeing with @geminixevans a few months ago, we’ve got this little gem. Have I said how much I love these two freaks lately?

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

Ransom was fuming as he stormed around Harlan’s office, running his hand over his face and groaning with frustration.

He didn’t know why he bothered coming to these fucking dinners. Even with your presence there to soothe him, he could only take so many of the passive aggressive barbs and barely concealed insults before he was ready to rip his own hair out. It had gotten even worse since he started working for the publishing house, Walt having a constant bug up his ass about Ransom supposedly moving in on his territory.

You weren’t doing any better, you’d disappeared ten minutes ago, he thought to go steal some of Fran’s stash, leaving him to fend for himself while Walt kept riding him about the distribution schedule for the Canadian and European markets that Ransom was apparently fucking up. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take, even shooting his uncle’s stupid shit right back at him wasn’t having the desired effect.

All he wanted was to get you home and lose himself in you, fuck his stupid family. Where the fuck were you?

He heard your voice from out in the hall and dashed to the door, popping his upper body out of the office and grabbing your arm so he could drag you inside. You only had time to let out a small yelp before he was slamming the door behind you, leaving poor Marta to look around in confusion at your sudden disappearance.

“Where did you go?” He pressed you against the door as he brushed his lips over yours, swallowing your small chuckle as he licked into your mouth. “I can’t deal with these assholes without you babe, I’m pretty sure Walt’s scared of you.”

“Well he should be. I’ll fuck that cripple up.” You sighed when he started dragging his tongue over your pulse, his fingers edging under your sweater as he slotted himself between your legs. “Aww, was he being mean to you, Ran?”

“Don’t be a fucking tease, I hate putting up with that asshole.” He groaned into your mouth as he let you push him further into the office, his fingers digging into your hips as he nipped at your lips gently. “Make me forget?”

“You ask so pretty.” You purred as you rubbed your nose over his throat, grinning when he tilted his head back and whined for you. “Lie down, puppy.”

He kissed you one more time before sinking to the floor, gazing up at you through his lashes as you moved to straddle his waist. You moaned as you curled over and smashed your lips to his, rolling your body against him as you stroked his tongue with yours until he whimpered into your mouth as you stole his breath.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He chased your lips when you pulled back, biting his lip and groaning when you sat up over him and leaned your hands on his chest.

“I know, baby, gonna give you exactly what you need.” You smiled at him when he kissed your palm as you cupped his cheek, rolling your hips slowly over his body as he gave you that intense, loving gaze. “Flex your arm.”

He didn’t even question it, his eyes glued to the sweet treasure at the apex of your thighs as you hiked your skirt up around your waist and started crawling up his body. When you swung your leg over his arm and drove your pussy into the soft wool of his sweater he growled, placing his hand at the small of your back and guiding your movements as you ground yourself into his bicep.

“Fuck yes, baby, you drive me fucking crazy.” He sucked your thumb between his lips when you cupped his jaw, swirling his thumb around it and watching you in rapture as you soaked his sleeve, his hips moving against nothing as he felt his cock throb in his boxer briefs. “Lemme see your tits, baby, please:”

“So fucking needy.” You ripped your sweater over your head and he groaned at the sight of you, palming his cock through his slacks and licking his lips at the sight of your nipples pebbling once they were exposed to the air. “You want me to help you out, Ran?”

He nodded frantically and keened when you reached down and shoved your hand into his pants, wrapping your fingers around him and groaning when you felt him throbbing in your palm. You purred when he leaned up and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and biting at it softly as you continued riding his arm with desperate strokes. His voice vibrated your chest as he hummed with content, his hips bucking into your hand as you stroked him slowly and would the fingers of your other hand through his hair to hold him close.

“Baby, soak my fucking arm, wanna be able to smell you on me the rest of the night.” He dragged his tongue over your nipple and purred when you gave him a soft sigh, his cock leaking all over your fingers and the inside of his slacks. “God, I need that pussy so fucking much, best damn medicine, I swear.”

“I know, baby.” You gasped when you found that perfect angle, your swollen clit throbbing against the textured wool of his sweater as you stretched your body over him and breathed deeply. “I’m so close, you gonna come with me, Ran?”

“Always.” His whole body rolled underneath you when he felt his balls tighten, his fingers digging into your back as he let you draw it out of him. “Fuuuuck.”

Your pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave as you drove your pussy into his arm one more time, moaning when he sank his teeth into your breast and shot his cum all over your fingers. He arched his body off the floor as you just kept stroking him, sucking on your nipple and whining when he felt your release soaking his sleeve.

“Good boy, mm that’s so nice, baby.” You held his head close as you came down, sighing as he kept licking and sucking over the curve of your breast as he whined softly. “That help you feel better, Ran?”

“Yeah.” He beamed up at you when he released your nipple with a wet pop, pressing soft kisses to your chest as he gazed at you through his lashes and preparing to tell you how much he loved you until he heard the doorknob turn.

“Hey, kids, dinner’s… oh shit.” Richard froze in the doorway when he walked in on the two of you, Ransom moving fast to pull your body to his and shield you from his father’s lascivious gaze.

“Get the fuck out, Richard!” Ransom hissed at him as he turned away from his father, pulling your skirt back down over your hips and frowning at you when you just buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your laughter. “Don’t you know how to fucking knock?!”

“Sorry, sorry!” That perv was still trying to get a look at you as he backed out of the office, ignoring his son’s irate huffing as he shut the door behind him.

“I swear to god, that fucker knew what we were doing.” Ransom growled as he handed your sweater back to you, his bad mood threatening to come back even as you pressed soothing kisses over his jaw. “If he keeps trying to see you naked, I’m gonna knock him out, I don’t fucking care anymore.”

“Oh, so protective.” You curled your hands around the back of his neck as you nibbled on his lips, smiling at him when he gave you a sullen pout. “Just smell your pussy sweater and calm down, then we’ll go eat dinner with that asshole family of yours.”

#natalie writes #ransom drysdale #ransom otp #kinktober 2021 #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom x you #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom smut #ransom x y/n #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #smut #eighteen and over #eighteen plus #do not interact if you are a minor

[bangchanswolfpelt]

hehehe YESSSSS the be ur own king video is the one that firmly cemented my sunwoo bias.... ultimate bf material.... i'd let him wash My car any day if u know what i mean 😏.

and WOOSUNG please listen to his song lazy his voice is so pretty and the rose is a great band (i could talk about n.flying and lucy here but i will refrain. for now.)

woodz is my beloved. have u seen love me harder mv. have u seen that one waiting dance practice where he just straight up bites one of his backup dancers at the end. this man is secretly feral but also one of the biggest sweethearts ever to exist and i am HERE for it

i actually don't stan p1harmony bc of the aforementioned babies and their rather sus line distribution (enhypen's maknae is '05 as well i think, so i am also Firmly Looking Away there) but i keep seeing p1's chaotic tiktoks and that video of their vocal line just singing live is really pretty!! so do with it what you will

sunmi. hrkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. bae. the lapdance. the tail imagery in the choreo. the crawling under the dancer's legs to eyefuck the camera. i haven't had this many emotions about a studio choom performance since yeonjun's aotm watermelon sugar (which i wrote practically an entire essay about dance dynamics and movement on in a friend's dms lmao)

me, @ the backup dancer that sunmi jumped on: HOW DOES IT FEEL??????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM???????

and yessss i am not verbose enough nor educated enough to write about sunmi/hyuna's musical themes but by GOD i want to read about it

onewe is lovely. here, have a rain to be mv. also, their brother group oneus was on road to kingdom, if you've seen it? if you haven't *deep breath* ohhhhh boy do i have some stuff for u :))))))))

hehehehehe the svt analysis is just a silly little brain dump in my notes app :] it's incredibly messy and incoherent but i will tidy it up and drop it in your ask box sometime if you so wish <3

(btw, i never answered ur question from that other post!! yes kevin is actually named after the boy from home alone, yes he is the twerking one, yes this happens fairly often. sarcastic canadian king we love him)

xoxo!!

- honey 🍯 <33333

i do not even HAVE car, but i would steal one if that's what getting a carwash looks like these days 👀

ahhhhh, Lazy was very cute! and that look in the end!!! 😳 @muselin was spiraling over Woosung a couple days ago, i think and it was adorable, but also felt like a foreboding look into my own future 😂

i have seen them now 👀 VERY into the red hair and the first and the kill-your-double vibes of Love Me Harder—that one’s going on my crime playlist for sure. the dance practice was cute, i love that we’re circling back to vampires again, would let this one take a bite out of me 💯

i genuinely forget about everything that happens with the chair until i’m watching it again, i feel like my brain has decided it simply is not safe to hold that memory it’s so 🥵🥵🥵 and no yeah, i fuckin lost it over the tail imagery the first time i saw it, and kinda still continue to do so.

also! i just learned that Hyuna and Sunmi were in the same girl group before becoming soloists??? and i don’t know if that means anything, but it feels like Something. (tbh there is so much in kpop that feels like it means Something, and i simply do not have the correct context to parse it and it’s soooooooo frustrating 😭)

oh!! Rain to Be has popped up on autoplay for me a couple times! i never actually payed attention to who it was, but i'm into it. and i was planning on watching Road to Kingdom, since i'd heard The Boyz stages there were better than the ones on Kingdom and that made me curious, but it wasn't on viki with Kingdom and i was too lazy to try and find it somewhere else 😂

i absolutely wish it, and so does at least one other anon!!💕💕💕 (tho if you wanna made a sideblog… 👀 and just drop the link…. 👀 i’m definitely not gonna bully all my anons into making side blogs, that’s not what this is 😗)

idk of being named after That Kevin is a gift or a curse, but it sure is Something 🥴 also, i can recognize him now! he was the one talking about cereal on Eric Nam’s podcast 🥰 love Cereal Boy 🥰🥰🥰

#honey anon 🍯 #mail corner 📬

[coffeestainsandcashmere]

Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - (older Dramione), Part Four

Well, here’s part four for you! It’s really just part three continued, but since I didn’t want the previous part to be 7k words or so long, I split it up. The total wordcount is 12.4k words now!!

Thank you very much to those of you who’ve commented and sent me lovely owls on here to let me know you’re enjoying it! (this is a sideblog for me, so I don’t respond to comments on posts, but I do answer asks as Cashmere).

I know a lot of folks (me included) don’t like starting to read WIPs that are unfinished, so thanks to those of you who have hopped on now. Consider yourselves honoured beta readers! It’ll go up on AO3 when it’s all posted on here and completed.

No real warnings for this one, just some discussion of their past relationships (for both Hermione and Draco) before the plot thickens and things warm up a bit in part five. Not sure when that’ll go up - it kind of depends on how much feedback I get on this one I guess! Comments and reblogs feed an author’s muse after all.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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At her wry smile and tiny shrug, Malfoy laughed, apparently reassured. “A little,” he repeated softly to himself under his breath.  

After a heartbeat she shot him a sidelong look and added, “You’ve changed so much, Draco. I can hardly believe it, but it’s clear as day.”

He did a little double take at the sound of his name on her lips, and then he smiled. It was such a tiny, fragile melting of his expression that she nearly missed it.  

“I mean it,” she said, tightening her fingers on his steel-cable forearm for a fraction of a second. “I don’t know if it was the war or your marriage, or becoming a father, or something else entirely, but… you’re not the same person you were back at Hogwarts. Not at all.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he hissed. “I had a hell of a lot of growing up to do. I think I did ninety percent of it in the space of sixth year. But Astoria helped steady me after… after Hogwarts and all the bollocks and bullshit of the aftermath of… of… you know.”

“‘Bollocks and bullshit’ is a mighty casual way to say ‘a short stay in Azkaban and three years of house arrest’, Malfoy. That’s got to change a person, for sure.”  

He shrugged. “I’m just glad it’s all in the past now. For the most part, anyway.” The silence that followed spoke volumes of the baggage that they were all still hauling around with them, of one kind or another.  

They wound their way across the park’s pathways with no particular direction in mind. As the glittering waters of the Serpentine drew into view in the deepening dusk, she murmured, “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“Me too,” he said, voice little more than a low rumble above the sussurating wind in the trees. “Theo seemed on fine form, and it was nice to see Pans again. It’s been a few months. Longbottom looks good too,” he added as an afterthought. “He grew into himself, didn’t he?”

“Mmm,” she nodded. “Never would have called his and Pansy’s relationship though. I thought she went for the bad boys like you and Blaise…”

Malfoy snorted. “I’m a ‘bad boy’ now, am I? That’s an interesting spin on my past.”

“Maybe not so much ‘bad boy’ now as ‘grumpy reclusive Mr. Rochester’. How about that?”

“He one of your Muggle heroes?” he asked without sting.  

“Yeah. He’s Jane Eyre’s leading male. A bad-tempered rich man who has a big house in the middle of nowhere and a secret deranged wife in the attic.”

“Well, I hit three out of the four criteria…” he said and Hermione’s heart lurched as she remembered he wasn’t a bachelor but a widower.  

“Shit, Draco, I’m sorry,” she said. “That was thoughtless of me.”

He shook his head, the silver hair of his forelock tossing about as he chuckled, an entirely unfamiliar sound which she decided she wanted to hear again almost immediately. “It’s fine, Granger. You haven’t got a malicious bone in your body. Besides, it was a long time ago.”  

They came naturally to a halt in front of the man-made lake and stared out at the lapping water for a time before she uncoupled her grip from his arm and shucked her coat back on.  

That done, she drew in a deep breath and paused, leaning her forearms on the back of a cast-iron bench overlooking a flock of huddled, plastic pedalo boats moored up offshore. Malfoy remained a pace behind her, back straight as an arrow, his hands tucked into his pockets now that she was no longer hanging onto him.  

A fair few Muggles were out and about, some walking lazily as she and Draco had been, others pounding along the pavement on their evening run, and a good number were walking dogs. The sheer mundanity of it all struck her deeply for a moment and her breath caught in her throat.  

“Granger?” he asked in a soft voice.  

She straightened and turned to look back at him over her shoulder. “I was just thinking how close we came to losing all of this… Sometimes it seems like a million years ago, and others…”

“Like yesterday,” he finished a beat later. His eyes glittered in the half-light, pale lashes ghostly and ethereal, and in the dark, his pupils were wide and black and inviting.  

“Let’s keep going, hmm?” she chirped.  

In fact, he walked her all the way back to her rather modest apartment in Muggle London. “You didn’t want to live closer to work at the bookshop?” he asked as she fumbled for her very ordinary, Muggle keys with half-frozen fingers.  

Giving up, she murmured a quick ‘alohomora’ and pressed her hand to the extra ward she had placed on it. “I’ve lived here since I moved out of the house with Ron. Never seen any point in looking for something bigger or whatever. It’s cosy, and it’s just me anyway. You want to come in? I’ll have to tweak the wards if you do.”

“I… I don’t want to be a bother,” he said, his expression pinching.  

“No bother. It’s a three minute job, if that.”  

He looked torn, teetering on the edge of a refusal, but as she swept her curls back out of her face and blinked up at him, he seemed to waver, and finally he nodded. “Alright. Yes please.”

“Stay put. I’ll be right back,” she said, and left the door open so that he wouldn’t feel like a stray dog shut out in the cold.  

After setting her bag and coat down on a sofa in the main living room, she stood and centred herself, reaching for the wards with her magic. They thrummed reassuringly as she wove a slightly different pattern into them, allowing Draco Malfoy to come and go, and then she released the magic once again.  

“Ok!” she called to him and he stepped tentatively inside, shutting the door with a polite click behind him and levering off his fancy dragonhide Oxfords at the doormat.  

There was something so intimately sweet about seeing him pad across the fake-wooden lino of her living room floor in his dark socks that she couldn’t help grinning.  

“Those are some powerful wards you’ve got up,” he commented as he blinked curiously around the room.  

“Hangover from the Ministry days, I suppose. Plus this is technically a Muggle building, so I can’t have anyone noticing anything strange. There’s another witch here, up on the seventh floor, but we don’t see each other often. You want something to drink? I’ve got tea or coffee, and a small selection of wine, though nothing nearly as nice as what Theo has on tap…”

He smiled. “A tea would be lovely.”

She ducked out into the tiny galley kitchen and lost herself in the simple task of filling and boiling the Muggle kettle. She turned to find Malfoy leaning his shoulder against the door frame, hands cupped under opposite elbows, watching her with that owl-like intensity again.  

“Muggle kitchen,” she grinned almost sheepishly. “Magic is great for a lot of things, but some routines just can’t be beaten.” Ron had always hated and mistrusted things like electric kettles and refrigerators, not quite fully understanding the way it grounded her in her Muggle upbringing.  

“I’m not judging you,” he said, voice low and slightly hoarse. “I’m just interested. Do you mind?”

“No,” she said, fishing in the cupboard for her selection of teabags. She held the cardboard box open for him to select one and her eyebrows rose when he chose a delicate mint and chamomile one, but she offered no comment. “I can give you a masterclass in using Muggle kitchens if you like.”

His lips pulled back into a broad, dazzling smile and he laughed. “Go on then.”

“Fridge,” she said, opening it and showing him. “Keeps things cold; powered by electricity. Freezer, keeps things, well, frozen…” She continued her tour while the tea steeped, and by the time she was done, the tea was ready and they made their way back out into the humble living room, with a second-hand sofa and a battered old coffee table with more ringed coffee-stains on than visible surface.  

Her stomach rumbled and he raised an eyebrow at her.  

“I didn’t get a chance to eat anything yet, other than nibbles at Theo’s,” she cringed.

“Don’t let me stop you having something for supper then,” he said.  

“I’m not going to scoff a freezer dinner on my own while you sit there and watch me,” she blurted, laughing. “Unless you want to join me? I’ve got a couple of pizzas in the freezer. Nothing fancy, but they’ll be ready in twenty minutes or so if I put the oven on now.”

Malfoy looked like he’d missed something somewhere but was too embarrassed to ask, so he just said, “Pizza? Sure. The last time I had pizza was when I took Scorpius to Rome.”

“Well,” she said, setting her mug down on the table and heading into the kitchen. Over her shoulder, she called, “I can guaranteed these won’t be nearly as good as those were, but they’re pretty tasty. I think they’re both chicken and pesto - is that alright?”

“Perfectly.”

Oven on, she returned and folded herself into the squashy armchair which sat at right angles to the sofa, tucking one leg up beneath her and drawing the other foot up beside her. Malfoy, of course, sat like he was about to take tea with the Queen, while she felt like a pretzel on a shelf. A comfy pretzel though, she thought as she reached for her mug.  

“I’m glad we walked back,” she said after a moment. “I can’t believe I worked myself up into such a tizzy over Ron like that. It’s so childish…”

Malfoy sipped his tea and then cradled it between his long, pale fingers for a moment. “What happened between you two? I thought you three were —”

“— the ‘Golden Trio’?” she purred, voice laden with sarcasm.  

He made a conciliatory gesture with his head but said nothing more.  

She sighed. “We were. I mean, Harry and I are still super close - I’m James’ godmother after all. Ginny’s the sister I never had, but something went wrong with Ron somewhere along the line.” She knew exactly what the final blow had been, but there had been a myriad other issues on both sides before that. “I think… I think he felt like he never had a real niche, you know? He was always second fiddle to Harry in the heroics and quidditch departments, and, well, everyone knows I was the brains of the trio,” she said self-effacingly. “That’s not to say that he’s stupid — he’s not.”  

Malfoy scoffed at that, and for a moment she saw the petulant, petty little thirteen year old he had once been. A deeply sceptical look filled his eyes, and he looked like he was physically biting his tongue to keep himself from disagreeing with her.  

“No, really,” she scowled. “He just makes stupid, split-second decisions without thinking anything through. I’m not defending what he did or how he behaved at the end of our marriage, but…” she sighed heavily and drank a mouthful of too-hot tea that scalded her throat on its way down. “He’s in a pretty good place now with Lavender. We just… rub each other up the wrong way, even now I think.”

“Theo said he was being an arsehole earlier,” Malfoy pushed.  

She shrugged. “A bit. I think he carries a lot of bitterness towards…” she gestured vaguely in Malfoy’s direction, “… Slytherins? I’m not really sure. Stupid house prejudices that a lot of witches and wizards clearly never get over. As if one moment in our history defines us for the rest of our lives, or as if we’re limited to the characteristics of the house we were sorted into at the age of eleven… It’s just so fucking dumb, Malfoy!”

He laughed softly at that.  

“What? You don’t agree?”

“No, I absolutely agree with you. I was enjoying hearing you swear, that’s all. Forgive me.”

She flushed and looked away, anger leaving her as swiftly as it had come. “Ron has a lot of insecurities, and a few of them centre around me, but… I guess I just wasn’t enough for him in the end.”

“How could you possibly be ‘not enough’ for someone, Granger?” Draco asked in a hoarse whisper. “And you were the bloody Minister for Magic for Merlin’s sake…! What more did he want from his witch? Morgana herself reincarnated?”

She laughed long and loud at that, and Malfoy seemed to relax a little in the wake of his little outburst. “My reign was very short though,” she said as she stood and took the opportunity to put the pizzas in the oven. When she returned, she asked carefully, “What about you and Astoria?”  

“What about us?” he asked, voice even and steady, though his eyes swirled softly like Trelawney’s crystal balls, hiding their secrets behind a shifting sheen of silver.  

“Were you happy?”

Malfoy’s eyes slid away from her to stare unseeing at a point across the room, and he sat back against the sofa cushions, still nursing his cheap, Tesco mug between his hands.

“Yes,” he said eventually. “For the most part we were. It wasn’t… earth-shattering or anything, but it was pretty good, all things considered. It was arranged by our families, you know?”

She nodded.

“I knew Astoria’s older sister, Daphne, far better than I knew her, but Daph promised to an Austrian count already. He’s actually very nice. I’m glad for her.”

“I vaguely remember Daphne from school, but I didn’t have many classes with her as we got older.”

“I’d met Astoria a few times before it was all formally arranged, but even then, we only met a total of perhaps five or six times before the wedding proper. It wasn’t the huge event my mother had always dreamed of throwing for me, but with my father in Azkaban and me under house arrest, the mood wasn’t really there, you know?”  

Hermione did some quick maths and realised he must have been only nineteen or so when he’d been married, and her eyes widened. She’d only been twenty-two when Ron and she had tied the knot, but still, that struck her as very young. Scorpius hadn’t been born straight away though, and there had been vicious gossip about blood-curse-related infertility until the little mandrake had arrived. Hermione been about to make the leap to Minister at the incredibly tender age of twenty five when the attack on the Manor had taken place, and Scorpius had been mere months old at the time.

“Toria and I grew to know each other better,” Draco went on, “And in time, I think we came to love each other, in our own way. She certainly adored Scorpius before the blood curse took her.”

“What was she like?” Hermione asked in a whisper.  

Again, Malfoy sighed and closed his eyes with his head tipped back to rest against the sofa cushions. “Quiet, intelligent, articulate, easy-going most of the time, but when she got passionate about something, she could be pretty stubborn. Scorpius inherited a lot of that from her.”

“He looks like you though,” she said. “I mean… almost exactly like you did at that age. It gave me quite the turn when I saw the two of you on Platform 9 3/4 you know?”

He smirked and cracked an eye open. “Tell me about it,” he said. “Mother is always calling him ‘Draco’ instead of ‘Scorpius’. It drives him nuts.”

They shared a laugh at that. “Your mother lives with you at the Manor then?”

“Yes and no,” he said, shuffling a little and getting comfy again, relaxing his torso more casually against the arm of the sofa at last. “She moved out of the main manor when Toria and I married. Now she lives at what we affectionately call the Dower House. Officially it’s called Nightshade Cottage.”

“Ominous name,” she said and he smiled again.  

“Apt though. There’s a rambling, stone-walled potion-garden round the back of it, full of all sorts of interesting plants, and a stunning rose garden at the front. It’s really beautiful in spring, and rather potent in summer.”

“You make it sound almost welcoming,” she said without thinking and he huffed a dry laugh.  

“Parts of the estate really are lovely, Granger; its sordid past notwithstanding.”

When the beeper went on the timer, Malfoy jumped and looked confused, but she laughed and showed him. She did use her wand to cut up the pizzas though, and by the time they were seated back on the sofas with plates in their lap, they resumed their easy talk as if they’d never been interrupted. Watching Malfoy in his fancy clothes and eating pizza with his hands was almost too much for Hermione to bear, but if she focused on his voice too much instead, she found herself mesmerised on that front too. Who’d have thought that Hermione Granger would have found herself growing more and more attracted to Draco Malfoy all these years later.  

Long after they’d finished eating, they spoke a little more of Scorpius, and how Malfoy guessed he was getting on after his first week at school. “Of course, he hasn’t written to me yet, but I’m hoping he might pen something this weekend…”

“You worry about him, don’t you?”

“Constantly,” he snorted. “One of the burdens of being a father, I suppose.”

“Of being a good one,” she amended, and she didn’t miss the way he swallowed thickly and blinked his glassy eyes rapidly a few times.  

Then he sighed expansively and then levered himself to his feet. “It’s late, Granger, and I should probably be going. I’ve got a meeting to get to early tomorrow morning in Scotland, and I still have a bit of paperwork to do tonight.”

“But it’s the weekend, Malfoy,” she said as she rose too. “You can’t have to work, surely?”

He nodded and shrugged, but made his way to the door and slid his feet back into his shoes without further comment or explanation.  

A little, fluttering, doxy-wing cloud of nerves shimmered to life in her chest as they stood face to face at the door. Malfoy swallowed again and hitched a tiny, lopsided smile. “Thanks for tonight, Granger. And…” he faltered and shook his head. “Yeah,” he said roughly. “Thank you.”

“I feel like I should be thanking you,” she said. “You got me out of my funk and walked me safely home.” She ran her fingers through her mass of curls and didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to watch the movement before he blinked and turned away to open the door, clearing his throat.  

With his fingers still on the handle, he paused and looked back over his shoulder. “My pleasure, Granger. Sincerely.”

Hermione barely managed to offer him a watery smile before he was striding off down the corridor.  

She lingered in the doorway long after his footsteps had faded down the stairwell — apparently using the Muggle lift alone had proved too daunting for him. After she locked the door and recharged the wards behind her, she picked up his empty plate and mug to put them in the dishwasher.  

As she passed the dresser that had once belonged to her mother, she caught sight of a moving photograph of Crookshanks. The half-kneazel was staring at the flat’s front door with his yellow, lamp-like eyes wide. “What do you think of him now, huh Crooks?” she asked the photo. “Bit different, eh?”

Photo-Crookshanks purred and circled in the bottom corner of the frame a few times, bottle-brush tail twitching, before returning to his fireplace and curling up with a look of contentment on his face. God, she missed that cat.  

“Yeah. I think I like him too, Crooks,” she said. “Merlin help me, but I think I like him too.”

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Part Five

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I’ve only written all 12,410 words of this because people told me they liked it, otherwise it’d have stayed on whatever the first chapter was, so if you want more, let me know with a reblog! Feel free to send me an anonymous owl too if you’re more comfortable doing that.

Anyway, take care, and more soon, I hope. I’ve got a fair chunk plotted out, and it should take us up to Christmas in the storyline (it’s September now for them).

writing masterlist | Ao3

#dramione #dramione fic #older dramione #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger x draco malfoy #draco x hermione #draco x hermione fic

[polymarinelove]

okay y’all listen up:

if you came to freeform’s siren for the ot3 or if you just loved the ot3 and are Not Okay™ about the current turn of events with the show, I have a show that will be a balm for your battered soul:

leverage

here are some of the perks:

ragtag team of “ex” thieves using their skills to take down the rich and powerful (white men)

epitome of the found family trope (this show basically CREATED the trope, I’m legitimately serious, deadass I believe they were the ones that truly created it) (edit: obviously I’m exaggerating but you catch my drift)

C A N O N polyamorous relationship made concretely canon by the last episode (although there are themes of it throughout the entire series)

also lowkey highkey the writer has been writing fanfiction for the ot3 on ao3 for the past decade but won’t say what his handle is. and no, I’m not even joking:

“villian” of the week storyline that never gets stale

after every con they make sure to dramatically gloat in the background, just in sight of their corrupt mark(s)

there is never a boring episode. no dips in content quality.

the writers didn’t believe in cliffhangers for season finales. they believed if you had to rely on shock factor or cliffhangers to keep the audience you weren’t doing it right

the Smart™ character is Alec Hardison, a black foster kid turned greatest hacker in the world. he loves and respect his nana above all else. (his first major crime was making the bank of iceland pay for his nana’s medical bills). he is PROUD geek (“age of the geek, baby”) and is can be emotional and there is nothing wrong with that (no toxic themes of black man hyper masculinity here, people). he is allowed and is unapologetically himself and on MANY occasions described (by his ot3 partners as well as the rest of the team) as the smartest man they’ve ever known. he is canonically romantically involved with parker for the last two seasons but he is also coded to be in a budding relationship with eliot (no toxic heteronormativity here either)

parker, canonically the greatest thief in the world, has many characteristics of being neurodivergent (possibly autistic) but is N E V E R made fun of or treated differently by her team because of this. she has trouble with emotions and connecting with others and was originally set up as the crazy, quirky girl character but the show was quick to set her up as SO MUCH MORE than that. her team helps her feel again after a rough, childhood and she learns to grift like a pro. shes baby and I’d die for her. she’s extremely smart and is built up to be the next mastermind of the team. her two love interests accept her for who she is and love everything about her. she is also bisexual (DONT @ ME I WILL TAKE THIS TO THE GRAVE THERE WERE TOO MANY HINTS AT IT)

eliot spencer, the hitter. basically is the brawn of the group that takes the hits for his team and fights if there is trouble or if they can’t just get in and out stealthily. started off as an 18 year old soldier with an idealized view of the world, slowly got involved with dubious military involvement and eventually turned into a hit man for hire. made many questionable choices but he eventually got out of that life. he HATES guns and when in fights, always takes his opponent’s gun away, dismantles the clip and throws it off to the side. despite all of this, he is N E V E R ONCE the toxic white manly man with a tragic past trope. never. yeah, he’s made major mistakes. yes, he has a tragic past. but that doesn’t define him. he attones for his past and tries to be better but it’s not a major plot point to overwhelm the viewer with manpain. he sometimes sleeps with other people but always cares about his lovers and pays attention to them (also lowkey sometimes the gender isn’t mentioned about past lovers so 👀👀👀 it’s Noted™). he is sure of himself and has the emotional stability that we wish bucky barnes would have. he teaches the women in his life how to fight and protect themselves. he loves cooking and uses his passion for it to teach parker how to feel (because cooking made him feel again after his terrible past). he’s so IN LOVE with parker and hardison- those heart eyes can be seen from the fucking MOON

sophie deveraux. grifter. english accent. EX art thief (“why does no one take that seriously!!!). wants to be an actress but cannot act for her LIFE unless she’s breaking the law. the mom/aunt of the group. she’s sexy, not just for her age- she’s sexy, period. she talks parker through grifting situations and teaches her how to interact with other people. I’d trust her with my secrets, but not with any valuables.

nate ford. the mastermind. an ex insurance agent. his son died after his company wouldn’t pay for his treatments. became a drunk, but the team gave him a reason to live again. his alcoholism could create problems for him, but it’s not glossed over at all in the show and is constantly addressed. he could be a dick and they didn’t excuse that. he and sophie have a relationship that takes three seasons to finally become something, and in the end after a lot of dancing around it becomes a healthy, loving relationship. he teaches parker to be the next mastermind, but doesn’t DREAM of leaving until he’s sure his kids parker, hardison and eliot will be good on their own. he could have easily been the broken white man trope but wasn’t. also, his “let’s go steal a _____” sctick never gets old- the bigger the thing they steal the better it gets, I promise.

literally, this is the best show of all time. it has it all: taking down rich white men, the found family of your DREAMS, a canon ot3

message my sideblog @leverage-ot3 for any questions or comments. you won’t regret watching this show, I promise.

(I’m tagging some other fandoms as well that I think might enjoy this show)

IMPORTANT EDIT:

the show aired from 2008-2012 (five seasons), but the show runners have reached a critical rage point about corporations today and have RENEWED IT for a sixth season (and possibly more)!!!

#siren #siren freeform #siren ff #polymarine #bryndie #motherland fort salem #fort salem #motherland #marvel #avengers #mcu #bucky barnes #leverage #leverage ot3 #parker #parker leverage #nate ford #sophie deveraux #eliot spencer #alec hardison

[fieldtomatoes]

I was tagged by the besties @frogeye-pierce and @yaroantheo to fill out this lil questionnaire ❣️ I have decided to not put this under a read more bc it’s my blog and I can do what I want 💋

Nickname: my sister calls me bunny :) when we were little my mom would call me Corynnie but my sister couldn’t pronounce that so it came out closer to Binny and once we got devices with auto-correct it would always change it to bunny so now I’m bunny 🐰

Zodiac: Virgo sun / Cancer moon (most things associated with virgos don’t apply to me but everything I’ve seen about cancer moons is scarily accurate so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Height: 5’8’’

Last movie: Chef (2014)

Last thing I googled: “what days does US mail deliver” - you guys get mail on Saturdays???

Favourite musician: I could debate this for hours but at the end of the day it’ll always be Elton John <3

Song stuck in my head: Come Back From San Francisco by The Magnetic Fields. yes I am thinking about [redacted].

Other blogs: like a third of you are here bc of my mash blog (btw Rob you were my second follower I have no idea how you found it asdfghjhgds), I’ll tag my ocean sideblog @seafoamfemme which I’ve kind of abandoned but haven’t given up on. and of course of course the murdoch sideblog I was forced to make bc I was getting a little too unhinged on main which has far more followers than there are people with correct murdoch mysteries takes and I can’t wait to alienate them all come season 15

Blogs following: 116

Amount of sleep: usually seven hours?

Lucky number: I don’t (consciously) have one

What I’m wearing: roots sweats and my Alan Doyle concert t-shirt

Dream job: teacher! grade 2 or 3 ideally

Dream trip: roadtrip around the maritimes with my mom and sister :)

Favourite foods: tomatoes. grocery store cheese bread. cambozola cheese. asparagus. blackberry jam. PC brand green goddess salad dressing. fresh corn. mango kombucha. raw tuna. tomatoes again.

Instrument: piano but not super well, mostly by ear - I’ll just put my library on shuffle and sit down and try to figure stuff out

Languages: I can still understand French and I can still pronounce things I read but I’ve lost the ability to easily form my own thoughts and express them :/

Favourite songs: The Mary Ellen Carter by Stan Rogers. The Only Living Boy in New York by Simon & Garfunkel. Madame George by Van Morisson. Amelia by Joni Mitchell. Graceland by Paul Simon.

Random fact about me: Rob I’m gonna steal yours bc I too have all my wisdom teeth 😳

Describe yourself in aesthetic things: antique glass telephone insulators. lavender oil. wild blackberries. a fluffy cat. a well-worn cookbook with notes in the margins. a cedar chest that makes your clothes smell nice.

this takes a bit of time but it’s really fun so @ohtinylove and @spacelesbians if you’re interested, I’m tagging you 💛💚

#I loved chipping away at this in my drafts <3 #tag games #corynn.txt

[anpanmann]

check-in tag! 🐳

tagged by @hoseosk, @kimtaegis and @loversmore (ems, you tagged me on my main, so i hope it’s ok to be doing it here :3) thank you so much, lovelies! 🤍🤍🤍

1. Why did you choose your url?

well, jimin <3 originally i wanted a lyrics one, but i’m terrible at coming up with those, so i thought of one of the members’ name now for my main, i came up with it when i decided to make my blog multifandom, but i still wanted a spn related one. misspelled name urls are kinda my thing :P

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them

well this one is a sideblog hehe i created this one last october i think, i wanted a place to blog about bts with no worries about spamming my main one. i mean, that would be nothing wrong with that, but i just wanted a separate place

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

since late 2012 help! but i've had this account for about 3 years i think. a few years ago i decided to remake my blogs (i had a spn one and a multifandom one) because running two was too much, yet here i am with two blogs again :s

4. Do you have a queue tag?

nope, too lazy to add one tbh

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

oh, i think i’ve already answered above haha

6. Why did you choose your icon?

have you seen jin?? in the butter mv?? *melts* now the one on my main, i love the x-files and scully’s face there is a whole mood

7. Why did you choose your header?

i don’t have one.. i always think about having one, but never know what to do. but a while ago i had a tinytan one here

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

i thought it was this be set, but i just checked and it’s actually this maknae line one. now on my main think it’s this team free will one

9. How many mutuals do you have?

..i don’t know ?? i don’t really keep track of the number :s i just know they are all lovely and i adore them

10. How many followers do you have?

mona, can i steal your answer? >> everyone is dodging this question so i feel like i should too?

11. How many people do you follow?

217, but i think most of them are inactive :((

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

only in my head hahah nope, i’m not that funny

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

ohh way more than i should, i feel like i’m always checking on here, specially now that i’m still working from home

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

nope, i’m not here for it, also when i see conflict i run in the opposite direction

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

about current events and such? well, if you think it’s important and feel like sharing it here, go for it

16. Do you like tag games?

yes! love when people tag me, it might take me a bit to do it, but i will

17. Do you like ask games?

yes!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

sometimes i can’t believe people follow me, so everyone?

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

my heart to you all (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

20. Tags?

@ourownwings, @jinniepiphany, @starlightcastiel, @slipped-away, @dnaez, @intronnevermind, @jmin only if you want to do it, ofc! also i’m not really sure who has done this yet, so if you have, feel free to ignore!

#tag games