#writting drabble

[loveylo]

rottmnt!Mikey vs the need to sleep (a silly drabble)

hey gang i am unable to sleep so i decided to let the writers aura take over me, this is probably gonna be bad LMAOO

TCEST DNI THIS IS FAMILIAL LOVE/AFFECTION!!! I HAVE A BAT!!!

no TWs from what i know of? mostly just about Mikey and her inability to sleep. small mentions of nightmares, but it's all mostly fluff!

Headcanons/Tags for this oneshot:

He/She Raphael

They/It Donnie

She/Her Mikey

He/Him Leo

all of them are audhd sorry i don't make the rules !!!

this is after the movie btw!!!! not gonna go too much into it tho :3

FLUFF AND COMFORT!!!!!!!! ANGST IS NOT MY STRONG SUIT!!!!!

For the past three hours, Michelangelo Hamato has been unable to lay down and rest. Now you see, in the Hamato household, this wouldn't be a big issue! Mikey could just wander over to Raphael's train cart and cuddle under her blanket-like arms, no biggie. Except, it WAS a biggie.

Mikey, as tired and desperate for sleep as she is, is also restless. So restless in fact, that NOTHING satiates her need to do something. She tried painting, playing video games (calm ones! for your information, donnie!), watching cat videos, and even just meditating! MEDITATING! These truly were desperate times.

The only solution? Scream into a pillow.

"Uhhh... Mikester?" Leo's voice cuts through the screaming sesion.

Mikey bolts up, wide eyes staring straight at Leo, "Y-Yeah? Wussup Leo?"

"You uh," Leo gestures to the pillow, "You good there?" And what the hell was Mikey supposed to say to that?

'Nothing! LOLZ!' or maybe 'Ya'know how it be! Just a silly nightmare!' OR MAYBE 'It feels like my entire body is writhing to do something but nothing is the something my brain desires'

But all that comes out is a meek, "Not really..."

Leo's eyes soften at the confession. Letting out an affectionate sigh, he crosses the barrier into the orange one's train car, and holds out a hand.

"Turtle pile? Just you an' me, or all of us?" it's a quiet question.

"Yes please, all of us." and a quiet answer.

A pile of green limbs and multicolored blankets sit in front of the TV. Donnie is already snoring away, tired from their days work. Raph is curled up around his three younger siblings, a wall to the outside world. Mikey and Leo were the only ones with their eyes still open, watching the end credits scroll past the screen.

Leo was clearly on the verge of passing out, yet Mikey still sat restless.

"You can rest y'know," She whispered. Her head sat upon Leo's left shoulder, content.

"Nahhh," Leo starts before devolving into a yawn. He continues anyways, "I am just DYING to know who made all those special effects!

"The special effects cast were shown on screen like... 10 seconds ago Lee..."

"Hmm, I dunno what you're talkin' about Mikester! Last I saw, the camera crew were being shown."

"That's because that was the last time you had your eyes OPEN, dude."

Leo rolls his eyes, "Besides," he changes the subject. "I wanna keep you company, big guy. Don't want ya' to be lonely!"

Mikey smiles softly. Huffing a laugh, she leans more of her weight into Leo. "I don't think I'll be lonely, I have you guys with me."

Leo hums and closes his eyes. There's no need to answer with words. He reaches an arm over, and pulls his sister closer. It's warm.

"Ya' sure you'll be okay if I sleep?"

"I'll be okay."

And he knows she means it.

[lassiie]

HACKER!STEPBRO HEESEUNG (fic out now!!)

pair hacker!stepbro heeseung x reader

MDNI ! NSFW ! Truly Obsessive, psychosexual, dark vibes step bro Heeseung who stalk you. "You’re not scared of me, baby. You’re addicted... Just like me."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who tracks your location 24/7 and pretends not to care when you lie about where you’ve been.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who sees you wearing something new and smiles to himself—because he saw you trying it on in your room last week, through your camera.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who keeps a file of every photo you’ve ever deleted—every nude, every moment you thought no one would see. But Hee did.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you get ready for dates and sends you anonymous texts like, “don’t waste lipstick on someone who won’t make you cry.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you dared to hack you—just to tease him, flashing that crazy angle, undressing slow—until he hijacks your screen, darkens your room, and whispers through you mic: "Keep peeling. I want to see every inch before I decide how hard i'll fuck you."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you fuck someone else live through their hacked laptops camera, and sends you messages mid-thrust: “He’s not even close to make you cum. I’d ruin you.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you bickered with—so he fucked another girl raw in his dorm with your moans in his AirPods, eyes closed the whole time like she was just a body for you to echo through.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who sends your hookup a virus mid-text so their phone dies before they can confirm plans.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who slowly rewrites your kinks via search suggestions. One day it’s “soft dom...” the next it’s “stepbro makes her beg.” You think it’s your idea. He knows it’s his.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who swapped out your vibrator for a hacked one he controls—so now your orgasms don’t belong to you, they belong to him.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who programmed your vibrator to sync with your webcam activity—so the moment he can enjoy with you.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who has an encrypted file labeled “every time she came” — full of timestamps from every night you touched yourself.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who tracks your cycle and only texts you during ovulation with messages like: “Would you let me breed you if I asked nicely? Or do I need to ruin you for anyone else first?."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who doesn’t sleep. Doesn’t need to. Not when you keep your curtains cracked, and your thighs parted, and your breathing shallow at 1:22 a.m.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who lets you date other guys—but only so he can hack them, stalk them, and wait until they slip up. Then he sends you the evidence like a love letter. “See? I protect what’s mine.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who watches you masturbate and types “slower” into your open Notes app. And almost cum when you actually listen.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who learned the way your breathing changes before you come and trained his own body to sync to it—until you finish together, apart, every single time.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who knows you touched yourself wearing his hoodie and rewatches the footage every night—hand wrapped tight on his dick, whispering “you filthy little sister.”

hacker!stepbro heeseung who buys you lingerie and mails it anonymously to the house—no card, just your size, your taste… and the scent of his cologne already soaked in.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who fucks girls mean when he’s mad at you—gripping too tight, biting too hard, fucking too deep.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who lets a girl ride him—face blank, screen lit—while your live shower feed plays like his personal porno.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you tried to escape—so he pinned you to the bed, forcing you to watch your crush hacked laptop when he's gaming, as he fucked you hard, growling, "Let him hear how good you sound when you’re mine."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you called a creep—yet now you sit with legs parted in front of your screen, waiting, aching, praying the webcam light will flicker.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you told to stop—yet you started dressing for him. Walking slower in front of his door. Leaving your webcam uncovered. Secretly hoping he couldn’t stop.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who corrupted you so gently, so thoroughly, that now when he types "Be good. Leave the door unlocked tonight," you obey. Without question. Without panties.

hacker!stepbro heeseung who you tried to forget—but he replaced your lock screen with a photo of you on your knees, mouth open, eyes glazed—and captioned it: "My good little stepwhore."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who forced you to admit it—fingers buried inside you, voice low and dangerous: "Say it. Say you want to be my dirty little stepsister. Say you like it when I ruin you."

hacker!stepbro heeseung who finally snapped—after weeks of playing nice—dragged you to his room, stripped you down in front of your own hacked camera, and fucked you, whispering, "You belong to me. I’ve owned you since the first time you came here."

Will be out on sunday 15.06 I just know you’re gonna love it... almost as much as you’ll be slightly terrified by it. Because, well, the topic is a teensy bit... let’s say... intrusive.

Reblog, comment, scream into the void—give this post the attention it craves! Be bold. Be nosy. I dare you. 😘

yours dearly, Lassiie

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami had always wanted to go to Malaysia.

“What’s this?” Nanami's fingers invade the envelope, pulling out two plane tickets. “Plane tickets… to Malaysia,” You cheerfully respond to the man. Malaysia. Nanami’s dream destination. Nanami’s eyes fill with happiness at the sight of tickets. He had hoped that one day he would go and it was finally going to become reality. Thanks to you.

He could only imagine walking down the beach with you. Sand under his feet, the wind blowing through his hair, the warm sun touching his skin. Relaxation finally. His enthusiasm was contagious, child-like wonder in his eyes as he explained to you everything he wished to do which made you equally excited for this trip.

“You take care of everyone else besides yourself, so let me take care of you for once,” you explain as Nanami wraps his arms around you. Big strong arms that were the embodiment of protection, gentleness, and adoration. Not just for you but for everyone around him. Always putting everyone before him. The most selfless man you would ever meet. “Thank you,” a soft whisper from his lips flows into your ear.

You stand in the dark bedroom as your memory comes to an end. Your fingers tremble as you hold the tickets. Your eyes burning as warm tears stain your cheeks. These tickets were supposed to be an escape. An escape from everything around you. Just you and him. But he escaped first.

You feel your heart drop, as you realize the other things escaping you. His scent no longer filled the room, you could barely remember the sound of his voice, you couldn’t remember his soft touch anymore. And all you could was cry and cry till you couldn’t anymore. In his presence, the world took everything from him but his departure took everything from you. And in that one moment you can sympathize with him and you could only think about the comfort you brought him when he had nobody. The joy you brought him when he forgot how to be happy.

But you finally understood why he wouldn’t marry you, why he never wanted children even though he loved them, why he avoided any talk about the future. As much as you tried to understand him while he was alive, you understood too late. Nanami had come to terms with his mortality. It's the type of man he was. He would give his life in an instant. And he did. And you could only be thankful that you were loved by a man like that. Truly the perfect man.

[antiwhores]

Everything hurts for Alpha!Bakugou when he goes into rut. And it hurts even more when your scent lingered around his room from when you guys hung out yesterday.

He’s gonna regret having his phone in his hand right now, he just knows it. Because he has your contact info opened and he’s contemplating ruining the friendship you two have carefully built.

You and him were not just friends but best-friends, since the second year of high school. And ever since then, he’s has a thing for you. His inner alpha goes crazy whenever you’re near, that or its contempt. You guys even happened to end up being neighbors.

And that was all gonna be ruined because he was ringing your phone right now. You answered after 3 rings.

“Whats up?”

He couldn’t help but to wrap his hand around his cock at the sound of your voice. He started a steady pace, trying to respond clear and hoping you couldn’t hear his cum soaked hand going back and forth for the… who knows how many times now.

“Where are you?”

Good. He managed to sound normal, but it came out quiet. It worried you.

“I’m at my place.”

“Come over.”

He said it before he could stop himself. This rut especially hurt and it was making him do things he might regret.

“Why? Are you okay? You sound… weird.”

He sounded weird? He thought he sounded normal. It didn’t matter, he was about to cum from listening to your voice.

“I’m fucking fine. Just… come over…”

“Well, can it wait? I have-“

“Tell me about your day.”

You had to notice he was acting weird now. This was so out of character for him. But he needed to hear your voice to finally get a fraction of his relief.

“Huh? Okay, well… I went-“

As you rambled he pulled on his dick to a picture of you he took one day at the beach of you in that bikini he liked (with your permission, he said it was for Mina).

He was getting close, having to bite his lip to conceal the groans and moans threatening to spill.

His tugging was getting faster and faster as you went on until finally he climbed he got to his high.

Before he could stop himself, he moaned loudly into the camera. He came in ropes all over himself. The other line was silent as he steadied his breath.

The clarity hit him like a bus as his high came down. And just as he began to panic and think up a worthy apology, you spoke.

“I’m coming over.”

[hambiichu]

Hogwarts au

Sumarry: There's a rumour that Levi is dating outside of his house

Don't like how this turned out, please enjoy :))

If you prefer at ao3

Divider by: @/notaorbital

Tags: Slytherin! Levi, female! Reader, rumour, short story, drabble, hogwarts au,

"Have you noticed the way Levi looks at me during Quidditch practice?" Marine gushes, dramatically fanning herself with her hands, her eyes sparkling with a blend of admiration and infatuation. She seems utterly enraptured by thoughts of Levi, the charismatic captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

With his tousled dark hair, sharply defined jawline, and confident demeanor, Levi commands attention not only on the pitch as an exceptional athlete but also as a respected figure among many students. As a proud Slytherin, Marine feels an indescribable thrill coursing through her at the mere mention of his name.

"Ughhh, he’s so incredibly handsome and charming! I absolutely cannot wait to ask him out!" she exclaims, glancing over at her friend Max, who is deeply engrossed in crafting a heartfelt love letter at the table. The quill in his hand moves across the parchment with such fervor that it shakes the table slightly, earning curious glances from nearby Slytherin students who momentarily pause their conversations.

"Can you write any faster? We need to finish before his Quidditch final!" Marine huffs playfully, giving Max a gentle kick under the table that makes him jump in surprise. The scattered Slytherins around them shift their attention momentarily, intrigued by the commotion still echoing amidst the buzz of the Great Hall.

"I’m going to confess to him," Marine continues, her voice bubbling with excitement. "I’ll show him my love and unwavering devotion! Just imagine if I wore something really special to grab his attention—oh, that would be delightful! I might even consider using a love potion to ensure he falls for me, no matter what!" Her eyes widen with enthusiasm, practically glowing at the thought.

Max pauses for a moment, his expression shifting to one of concern as he raises an eyebrow, clearly unsettled by her last suggestion. Absently twirling a strand of her long, blonde hair around her finger, he responds, "Isn’t that a bit unethical? Using a love potion? It’s against the rules because it’s, like, super non-consensual."

"Silence!" she playfully admonishes, rolling her eyes dismissively as if swatting away an irritating gnat. "Who cares about that? I can do whatever I want! My family is wealthy and works in the Ministry—no one’s going to bat an eye at me!" The confidence drips from her words, reflecting her belief in her own entitlement.

"Yeah, right," Max scoffs, inching himself away from her a fraction more, a bemused grin creeping across his face. "Not that anyone is stopping you—except for the muddled rumor that Levi might be dating someone from another house."

At the mention of that rumor, Marine's expression morphs into a disgruntled pout, her previously bright demeanor clouded by an unmistakable wave of irritation. She has certainly heard the whispers surrounding Levi and the potential love interests he may have outside Slytherin.

The mere thought of another girl possibly winning his affection sends icy waves of jealousy crashing through her. Her green eyes narrow, a predatory glint flashing as they dart across the Great Hall, locking onto you and your friends as you share warm laughs and lighthearted moments in your own corner. How could anyone dare to compete when Levi’s heart should unmistakably be hers?

"Her?" Marine scoffs, her tone dripping with bitterness. "She’s an ugly twat, a good-for-nothing person! How could Levi even like her when all she does is hang around with her friends and float about like a nobody?"

After hastily finishing the love letter, Max pushes it across the table towards her, wearing an uncertain expression. Marine quickly tucks it into her pocket, her glare still fixed intensely in your direction. "She’s utterly useless! She and Levi barely even talk! How could a captain fall for someone like that?"

Max crosses his arms, contemplating her words with a skeptical look. "I don’t know? Maybe Levi finds her more appealing than you? I mean, look at your attitude—bratty and spoiled. Do you really think he’d even want you?"

Marine responds with a swift kick to his shin that carries a hint of seriousness, her eyes blazing with determination. "Of course he wants me! He totally stares at me! Trust me, I've overheard him whisper to his friends that I’m far prettier and richer than she is!"

She turns her head pointedly in your direction, adding with a flash of confidence, "Have you seen the signs?!"

"No," Max shakes his head firmly. "I see the signs of how annoying you are."

"Annoying?! Who could possibly be annoyed by a pretty woman like me? Trust me, he'll fall for me," she declares with pride. "And he’ll show me off to all of Hogwarts and prove that I, Marine Gold, belong to Levi Ackerman!"

"Whatever," Max scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You’re so delusional and weird." His voice drips with disbelief as he leans back, the laughter of nearby students blending into a tapestry of teenage antics echoing throughout the hall.

As the Quidditch final approached, the atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of cheering and excitement from all the houses. It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor, and the sun shone brightly overhead, a gentle breeze weaving through the cheering crowd. The teams soared through the brilliant blue sky on their brooms, skillfully maneuvering to earn points for their respective houses. Each team had a Chaser determinedly aiming for the goal hoops, while Beaters swung their bats to send Bludgers careening toward their opponents. Meanwhile, each team had its own Seeker, ready to chase the elusive Golden Snitch.

Levi, the confident captain of Slytherin, soared high above the pitch, scanning the area for the glimmering Snitch. He barked orders to his teammates, urging them onward as the crowd erupted into cheers, rallying around their house. You stood amongst the throng of your house, waving your house flag proudly, your heart swelling with every spellbinding play.

Nearby, Marine was doing her best to catch Levi’s attention, waving her flag furiously. Yet, it was clear he was oblivious to her efforts, focused entirely on the match. Frustration etched across her face, she turned to Max, her annoyance evident.

“He hasn’t noticed me!” Marine whined, her voice tinged with disbelief. “It’s so unfair!”

Max leaned closer, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Well, it’s because he has his eyes on someone else. Look,” he said, nodding toward you. You, wearing Levi’s Slytherin blazer—his last name, ACKERMAN, emblazoned boldly across the back—stood with a radiant smile. The oversized sweater hung loosely on you, but you wore it with pride and affection for Levi; after all, it was a gift from him.

Marine's face turned red with frustration as tears glimmered in her eyes, confirming the rumors swirling around Hogwarts. In a fit of anger, she ripped up the love letter and stormed away, bumping into people as she made her exit.

“You owe me gallons for that!” Max called after her, barely containing his laughter, enjoying the spectacle. "Remind you, I wrote that!"

As the Quidditch match finally reached its climax, the tension in the air was palpable. With a final flourish, Levi led Slytherin to victory, and the crowd erupted in jubilant cheers. Spotting you in the sea of the crowd, he soared toward you, determination gleaming in his eyes as you waved your flag more fervently than ever.

“Levi! Congrats, you wo—” you began, but before you could finish, he removed his goggles, leaned forward, and kissed you passionately. The collective gasp from the assembled houses quickly transformed into thunderous applause as rumors that had circulated around were dramatically confirmed. Even Max clapped, joining in the celebration.

Pulling away slightly, Levi tenderly stroked your chin, entrusting the Golden Snitch to your chest as a symbol of his victory. “With your love and cheer, it drove me to win,” he murmured your name softly, kissing you again, sealing the moment with joy that echoed throughout the stadium. It was a moment that would forever be etched in your memory: the thrill of the game, the warmth of his affection, and the ecstatic cheers of your house.

[itllbeoneofthese]

Overly Flirty/Obsessed Johnny But He’s So Respectful About It (drabble)

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Give me Johnny who slips in dirty jokes into conversations but stops the second that he notices you’re blushing and covering your face. Johnny who has a severe mild crush on you and refuses to let you walk alone to your car even though you huff and protest that you’re more than capable. When he notices that you pull away from him wrapping his arm around you he drops it and never does it again. And when the day comes that you tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable he completely backs off, respecting your boundaries. That is until you realize that you miss having him taking care of you and having your cheeks burn hot. So you start to be the one who starts contact, letting your knees bump under the table. You start telling him how it’s so dark and desolate where you parked and that it’s best that he comes too. Johnny who doesn’t kiss you till you ask because HE RESPECTS YOUR BOUNDARIES even though he is absolutely obsessed with you. Consent is so fucking hot, give me this man rn.

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[cod-dump]

this scene won't leave me be

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Makarov stared at the champagne bubbling in his flute, "I think I'll kill them all. Maybe leave only one behind."

Graves was quick to laugh, "I wouldn't advise that. You're fucked if you do that. It doesn't matter who you leave, once you kill their everything, they'll have nothing left to lose."

Graves wasn't their friend anymore, he had no hope in repairing whatever he had with 141. But him not being their friend or ally does not mean he doesn't know them. He could let Makarov fuck around and find out, would be fun slowly watch him lose everything... if he was kept alive long enough to enjoy that.

But Graves still had fondness for them, he didn't want them to die, especially didn't want them to suffer, no matter how they felt about him.

Makarov seemed to listen to his warning and actually take it to heart. The man was dangerous, crazy, but he wasn't an idiot. He was smart, thought ahead and listened to advice given to him, even if from a prisoner.

"If I am to kill them, I need to do it all at once? I like a challenge."

He smirked predatorily, drinking his champagne in a slowly, savory manner. If he was worried about his adversary he didn't show it. Graves used to think he was on Makarov's level, could maybe get in his head. They weren't the same, Graves couldn't read him. He was a true wild card.

"Leave a note on how you want your funeral."

Graves wasn't an idiot, he knew how this was going to end. He was on the receiving end of them, and he had gotten very lucky. He was alive after all. Makarov? He was already a corpse. He just hadn't started rotting yet.

[exoticb-utters]

Hi really love what you do on here, I was wondering if you have any general relationship headcanons for Scott summers x reader

Thank youuuuu, and ofc I do! Enjoy ❤️❤️❤️❤️(and sorry for the late post lol, we’re gonna pretend Jean and Scott are just friends for the sake of this post 🤫)

Scott X Reader Headcannons

As we know, he is an overprotective kind of guy, and lovesssss being near you 24/7

When it comes to PDA, it definitely depends. Not much of an open hugger, but I’d see him more as a hand holder. He’s also a ‘quick’ kisser, expect surprise pecks on the cheek throughout the day.

We also know he can get quite jealous, if a guy looks at you the wrong way it ruins his entire mood. Sure it gets better when you reassure him, but he still has the urge to give the dick a “piece of his mind” as Scott likes to say.

Probably sleeps in the white and blue striped pajama set. Yes the one with the hat and bunny slippers. First time you shared a bed with him you had to hold back from laughing hysterically, but he claims it’s comfortable.

As we know, Jean cannot cook- but that doesn’t mean Scott gets down in the kitchen. He refers to himself as the “grill master”, and of course no one in a million years would ever call him that. (Gambit and Scott constantly fight over who gets grill privileges when barbecue season is around the corner)

Branching off the last one, he’d make you a fancy plate of whatever was being served. He has arranged your fries into a heart shape, sometimes even cutting your sandwich into cute shapes.

He snores- impossibly loud. Logan has half a mind to shove a sock in his mouth. You had to stop him from completing his mission when he barged in your shared room once.

Called him ‘Scottie the hottie’ once and he hated it.

He forgot your anniversary once, and was never able to live it down. Every woman in the mansion gave him the silent treatment until he remembered. Don’t worry, he made up for it…*wink* *wink*

But despite the slip up, he is very romantic. Will always take you out on dates whenever the two of you are free and not busy saving people.

[kawareo]

35.) ....to gain something, Durge and Haarleep?

Anon I love you

BG3 timeline Durge/Haarlep, implied nsfw, not nice implications, background Durgetash

606 words

“Does this form not appease you, little mouse?”

The devil grins, and Strike can’t breathe. He doesn’t know if it’s from the heavy weight that’s pinning him down, or the too-rich scents of sulfur and vanilla that pollute the air, or perhaps the fact that the sultrily dressed creature straddling him is wearing Raphael’s face. His hands move, uncharacteristically shy where they rest on the devil’s thighs.

“N- no, it’s. It’s fine, really.” He attempts to grin back, but for some reason, he can’t grasp at the usual string of humor that tends to lace every serious conversation he (assumes) has ever had. “Raphael’s not half bad looking, you’re fine, buddy.”

Astarion has volunteered to do this, but Strike shot that idea down before it even left the vampire’s lips. Only one of them was a whore per his own volition, after all... Even if right now, his chest felt far too tight for what he hoped he could pretend is just sex like any other.

“Nonsense,” Raphael’s voice chides him from the incubus’ lips, as they grind down on him – when did their clothes disappear?? Not that there was much of them to begin with, but-

A warm hand against his cheek reminds him of what he is supposed to be focusing on, and Strike looks back up at Haarlep’s face as it smiles down on him.

“I am here to provide your deepest, truest desires, how much of a fraud would I be if this experience is anything but positively sublime for you?~”

Strike has half a mind to laugh, his truest desires have been demanding of him to tear the creature’s wings off of its back since the moment they’ve met, but before he can say anything, Haarlep moves in and presses their lips together. A downright embarrassing moan gets kissed away before it could travel too far, and Strike finds himself grateful for his friends being allowed to leave the room. Then again, he was alone with an incubus now...

“Ah, I see it, I see~” Haarlep’s laugh is soft as they pull away, so endlessly amused; and just as Strike opens his mouth to ask what was so funny, the devil shifts form in front of him, grows smaller. Smaller. “How lucky for both of us, that I happen to have just what you desire, little mouse~”

“...” Strike has no idea who he’s looking at.

The man –boy? He looks young, could not be more than twenty, at most– is far from the elegance that was Raphael’s form, even if Strike suspects that Haarlep took some liberties to make him look nicer as well, but his dark hair is greasy and hangs low over his shoulders, slim body that now sits shorter than Strike’s own. He has dark eyes and full lips that could be pretty on someone else, but they don’t work on his face – a face that Strike can’t put a name to, but something about it’s nasty grin makes his heart throb with sudden desire.

“What- wait, who is-“

He doesn’t get to ask any more questions, it seems. With still demonic strength the boy (and Strike has to remind himself that it is still Haarlep) pins him down, and slides higher over his hips.

“Enough talking, dearest,” the creature laughs, short and ugly; and just as Strike attempts to speak up again, it silences him with a kiss, this time deeper, more passionate. Strike doesn’t know the face. Yet he still wraps his arms around the body it’s attached to, and as his fingers trace the whipping scars on his back, he feels like he’s home.

[dragonaboni-blog]

Do It For Them. (The Aftermath - part 1)

So… After the horrific events of HZ089, and seeing that one of the most popular theories has to do with Friede and Amethio… My mind just went with the flow. ( :D ) /

(Btw, I didn't write this as a romantic interaction between Amethio and Friede. I'm leaving that up in the air in case you want to take it as such; I won't stop you.)

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Amethio, Friede, Zirc, Onia, Hamber, Liko (mention) and Spinel (mention)

Warnings: Spoilers for the HZ089

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Amethio sat outside the room while Zirc and Onia circled around him. His two most loyal companions seemed more nervous than he was… Or perhaps, for him.

"Stop hovering like that, you're giving me a headache," he demanded, using a cooler tone, but not as demanding as on other occasions.

"Excuse us, sir," they both murmured through gritted teeth, looking uncomfortable and confused… It was unusual for them.

Amethio shook his head.

"I don't know why they're so agitated."

"Sir, don't be offended, but…" Onia began, doubtful and hesitant.

"Why… Did you decide to come to his rescue?" Zirc continued, always taking courage when his companion cowered. "It's just… Are they still our enemies?"

Amethio thought about the last look Liko gave him before fleeing Rakua.

"No. Not for now."

"But I still don't understand why they didn't look for him," the girl added. "They couldn't just leave him to his fate… right?"

"I don't know them personally, but I'm sure they wouldn't leave him even if their lives depended on it. Whatever happened, decisions were made, and the consequences will soon follow. The only thing I care about is what we do now, how we use this turn."

"Our turn? To do what?"

Before he could respond, the door opened. Amethio looked at Hamber, his faithful butler, who gestured for him to enter the room. The young man stopped, turning to his allies, who were more agitated than a herd of Mareeps.

"You two, go for a walk or release some energy; you're too nervous to come in."

The two henchmen nodded and quickly left. Amethio entered the room: it was one of the thousands of empty rooms they had at hand, one of the advantages of living in such a prosperous place. His attention focused on the side of the bed, where a Charizard lay with several bandages on its wings and body, sleeping soundly. Finally, he focused on the soft mattress, the leader of the Volt Tackle, his breathing shallow and much of his body bandaged.

As the doctor explained his condition and estimated recovery time, Amethio kept staring at the unconscious man, recalling that stormy day when Liko was cowering next to the crew leader, protected by him, screaming for her Pokémon companion while Amethio so cruelly snatched her away from her…

Amethio couldn't help but wonder if she, who had suffered deeply after losing her partner… How terrible must she be feeling after being separated from her mentor?

The doctor soon left, and Hamber followed suit, but not before apologizing to Amethio, mentioning that he would prepare dinner for everyone. Before leaving, the elder gave him a gentle look that made it clear he was giving him his space. The young man nodded, silently thanking him for his discretion.

Once he was alone with the sleeping Fire Pokémon and its trainer, the young man approached to see him. That man, who always seemed so laughing and mocking, was now in such a delicate state that… it was as if he were trapped in a dream. Without realizing it, the young man began to speak.

"For a long time. You were nothing but a headache for the mission I had underway: You were a nuisance, a lure, and ultimately someone who got on my nerves to the limit… And now, seeing you so vulnerable feels… Strange, terrible, as if I were witnessing a tragedy that has just begun.

He noticed Charizard stir in his sleep, but didn't wake up. He decided to use a softer tone so as not to alert the Pokémon; it felt too private for prying ears to witness, regardless of whether they were human or Pokémon.

"I don't know how much you've shared with them, but I've seen it in that girl's eyes. Liko… I see that she's grown quite a bit with each encounter we had: she seemed stronger and stronger. I didn't want to admit it, but every time I had to fight her, I felt proud to have such a formidable opponent… And I know part of it is because of you…"

A lock of Friede's hair slipped across his face. The young man hesitated, but finally reached out to smooth it over. Instantly noticing his act of kindness, he jerked away with a snort.

"Let it be clear that this is only a temporary truce. When you are healthy, I will not hesitate to expel you and let you look for them on your own…" his voice broke, even without knowing exactly why. "But if you can listen to me… Please… You have to recover, for those children… They seem to love you- No, they need you by their side, to become stronger with your guidance. Not all of us can say that."

Was he speaking for Spinel? For Gibeon? For himself? Or for his mother…? He didn't know, and he didn't want to find out.

Amethio took another breath and looked at him with renewed determination.

"Do it for them."

Perhaps it was his imagination, but he swore he saw the other's hand move gently. Amethio watched more closely, but when he detected nothing else, he simply shook his head, finally pushing himself away from the bed and leaving the room, ignoring the way the wounded man's fingers gently closed into a small fist.

[jordanstrophe]

It was months since Caretaker last saw whumpee. ... Since they were taken from right under their nose. When they got the call whumpee was found, caretaker must have broken every road law under the sun getting there.

Caretaker heard them before they saw them. Their sobs weren't sad whimpers, they were crying out as if they were in pain. Medics rushed out other victims that were also captive. The ones that could be moved were taken away; the ones in worse condition were being held and treated on the spot.

Whumpe was... One of them. They were barely recognizable, caretaker almost thought the call was a mistake.

Frightened eyes locked onto theirs from within the band of medics. They changed and widened, the panic turning into what looked like a wave of calm.

Their eyes. Caretaker knew them by their eyes. 

[a-whispering-echo]

Betrothal - The Start of Obligation

Dream cast a nervous glance at his brother, fiddling with one of the pearls adorning his sleeves as the finishing touches were applied. His voice was light but tinged with uncertainty, struggling to sound casual as he broke the silence between them. “This is to be quite the night,” Dream murmured, his smile soft though his fingers twisted around one another. “Mother has gone all out, hasn’t she? Every lord and lady in the kingdoms, all here for… for your betrothal.” He swallowed, glancing at Nightmare’s face for some hint of a shared excitement, a thread of sympathy. Nightmare’s one good eye shifted to his twin, its indigo gleam patient but not particularly interested. He let out a low hum, barely acknowledging the bustling staff adjusting the length of his coat, making sure each fold lay perfectly. The inky shadows dripping from his brow and hands stirred with some unknown agitation, despite his calm demeanour. “Hm. It’s what’s expected,” Nightmare replied, his voice deep and distant, as though he were speaking more to the shadows pooling at his feet than to his brother. “Mother wouldn’t have it any other way. A display of wealth, a testament to our standing, and…” He trailed off, a hint of something inscrutable crossing his face. “My betrothal, as you say.” Dream let out a breath, attempting to keep his voice bright, his usual optimism tempered with the reality of what lay before them. “Yes… but it is something of a celebration too, isn’t it?” He smiled, though it looked strained, casting his gaze to the mirror, where Nightmare’s attire stood out like a shadow against his own lightness. “A new chapter, perhaps. A sign of unity, of…” “Obligation,” Nightmare interrupted, his eye narrowing as he glanced at Dream’s reflection. The tendrils at his back coiled a little tighter. “I am to be a ruler, not a poet. And this ball? It’s a pageantry for others’ sake, not mine.” His voice softened slightly, almost lost amid the rustling fabrics and faint murmurs of the hand staff. “That is what is expected.”

am i gonna write a whole fic on this? no. am i enjoying writing the odd scene here and there as i imagine it? yep. So, little drabbles i spend small amount of times on, where i scrabble for words that fit lol

[buubonita]

I crave horrorkiller content. I am sucker for horrordust, dont get me wrong, they are my favorite pair! but there is not enough horrorkiller/ Butcher Knife content.

If anyone have writen or drawn them, pass them to me 🙏 i will eat anything you have.

[jyae23]

Drabble Challenge May 2025 | Day 8 hosted by @thedrabblecollective

SIMON: Stars

I can’t stop thinking about the time when we turned our room into the night sky. 

Her voice echoes: “We’d be stars.” 

It felt like we did. We were practically exalted into space. Just the two of us, holding hands, surrounded by stars; like we were stars ourselves, orbiting each other.

I gave him my magic when we fought the dragon. Then, again on his bed. Both times felt natural. Like my magic isn’t just mine to give or his to take, but it was our magic. 

With Baz, it felt like anything was possible. Together, we could do anything.

---------- Before 61 on A03

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

nothing will make you think you haven’t written in a while more than posting more than 10k

[hambiichu]

Mingled relationship

Sumarry: You and Levi ended your relationship back in high school, and a few years later, on a fateful Christmas, Levi decided to reach out to you

Ao3

Divider by @/notaorbital

Tags: Comfort, Female! Reader, Levi in despair, comeback, exes, past relationship, mingled, regret, modern au, Kuchel

Today is Christmas, and a gentle blanket of snow covers the ground outside, transforming the world into a winter wonderland. The warm glow of decorations spills from every window, casting a cheerful ambiance that fills the air with the holiday spirit. The table is elegantly set, adorned with a feast of delicious foods—roasted meats, savory sides, and an array of desserts waiting to be savored. Spoons and forks gleam under the soft lights, while festive plates hold an assortment of culinary delights.

People have gathered around the table, their laughter mingling with the joyful sounds of Christmas carols wafting in from outside. As children sing and shake their bells, the scene is alive with happiness, reminding everyone of the warmth and love the holiday brings. Families unite, sharing stories and jokes, while the crackle of the fireplace adds to the cozy atmosphere of joy reminiscent of the season.

Yet, not everyone shares in the merriment surrounding them. Levi sits apart from the vibrant gathering, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen of his phone, absorbed in a digital reverie filled with old messages and photos.

Each scroll reveals memories that tug at his heart, stirring up a bittersweet mixture of nostalgia and yearning. He finds himself contemplating whether to reach out to you, the thought lingering like an uninvited guest. Years have passed since you last saw each other, yet the echoes of your high school romance continue to resonate within him, haunting his thoughts, especially at this time of year.

Kuchel, his mother, has never truly understood the reasons behind your breakup. To her, you were more than just a girlfriend; you were like a daughter-in-law, someone she envisioned as a perfect match for her son. She often reminisces about the days when Levi first introduced you to the family, her eyes sparkling with pride as she recounts how happy he seemed in your presence.

Those cherished moments now feel like fragmented whispers of a long-forgotten dream. Pensive, Levi gazes out of the window, lost in thought, and wonders if reaching out might reignite the flame of what was once a beautiful connection or if the chasm of time and hurt between you has grown too wide to bridge.

Deep down, Levi knows he can’t absolve himself of the blame for the relationship’s collapse. He reflects on how foolish and immature he was, a first-time lover grappling with overwhelming emotions.

In his naivety, he neglected you, failed to support you when you needed it, and, at times, acted with an unkindness that still stings with regret. The shame washes over him as he grimaces at his past self, recognizing how his actions contributed to the heartache that severed your bond.

He hated himself.

He blamed himself everyday and every year.

You have every right to feel a profound anger toward him — to cut ties and seek out someone new, all while he remains here, adrift and still unmarried, without a family to call his own. In the quiet moments of his day, when the world falls silent, he is haunted by memories of you. The weight of his past mistakes presses heavily on his heart, creating an unending cycle of shame that he cannot seem to escape. It’s as if he is a prisoner in his own mind, yearning for a chance to make amends, yet paralyzed by the fear that the opportunity has slipped through his fingers forever.

Kuchel speaks of you often, mentioning your name with a fondness that pulls at Levi’s heart, tinged with bittersweet nostalgia. Each time your name escapes his mother's lips, it strikes a painful chord within him, a constant reminder of his failures and the secret he keeps buried deep. He finds himself weaving a web of excuses, telling his mother that you are simply too busy or that you’ve chosen not to contact him, all the while knowing that she can see through the mask he has crafted. The guilt festers inside him, gnawing at his conscience and causing him to feel like a disappointment in her eyes.

As the seasons change, ushering in a flurry of memories and emotions he has tried to suppress, Levi resolves that this time he will not hide behind excuses or lies. With newfound courage coursing through him, he retrieves your contact information from his phone and hesitates for a moment, unsure why he kept it all this time. A part of him had always held onto the hope that he would reach out eventually, and today, that hope is blossoming into action.

He presses the phone to his ear, his heart pounding as a knot of anxiety forms in his stomach. He glances down at his trembling hands and takes a deep breath to steady himself. In his other hand, he pulls out a small, delicate silver ring he has kept all these years—a promise ring, once a symbol of the vow he made to you that no matter what life threw at him, you would one day become his spouse. Now, that ring feels more like a relic of a shattered past, buried beneath layers of regret and longing.

Levi twirls the ring between his fingers, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his memories. He thinks about how time has changed everything, yet the feelings that stirred within him back then remain as potent as ever.

Suddenly, his heart leaps when he hears your voice on the other end, and time seems to freeze. There’s no hesitation as you answer, "Levi?" The sound of your breath, a bit shaky and uncertain, sends a rush of emotions surging through him. "You called."

Levi swallows hard, his heart racing as he instinctively pockets the ring. He wipes his clammy palms on his shirt, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, I… I know it’s unexpected, but I've been wanting to reach out." He responds, his voice more confident than he feels.

Levi realizes just how much he has missed this connection. It’s as if he had forgotten the sound of your laughter, the way your voice could light up a room, and now those memories flood back with an overwhelming rush of nostalgia and sadness.

"I.... I’ve been wanting to reach you too," you admit, and he hears a small sneeze break the delicate tension between you. He can almost picture you shivering, layered in winter clothes, trying to ward off the chill.

Levi's heart begins to race at the realization that you, too, have a desire to reconnect. Yet skepticism tugs at him; he hesitates to let his hopes soar too high.

A smile involuntarily lifts Levi’s lips. "Are you okay? You’re sneezing," he asks, genuine concern creeping into his voice.

"Yeah, I’m just stuck on this bus," you explain, your frustration evident. "I’ve been waiting for over an hour, and nothing’s moving. I’ve used almost all my data to call my mom, but when you called, I had to answer."

"Do you want me to come pick you up?" he offers, warmth threading through his tone.

“Levi, that’s sweet, but I’m fine,” you reply, though there’s a hint of reluctance in your tone that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“No, you’re not," Levi insists, a sigh escaping him. He can feel the urgency in his own voice as he speaks. "You’ve been stuck at the bus stop for over an hour, right? Let me come get you. I’ll grab my keys now."

"Le—"

"Please."

It was a surprise to realize that Levi never hesitated to act when it came to you. In your memories, if something had ever happened to you, he would have charged forward without a moment's doubt—without a hint of hesitation. This was the man you had fallen in love with, a man who captivated you not just with his striking features and intense gaze, but with his genuine care and unwavering commitment. He would have done anything for you. Yet, as your relationship progressed, a painful shift occurred. He began to neglect you, fail to support you in your times of need, and, at times, display a rough, unkindness that pierced your heart.

Witnessing this transformation was undeniably cruel. It hurt to see the man you thought would care for you forever drift away into someone unrecognizable. But you couldn’t blame yourself; you were just high school sweethearts, young and inexperienced in the complexities of love. As hard as it was, a part of you understood that sometimes, parting ways was necessary for growth.

Even after all these years, you still carried a deep love for him; he was your first boyfriend after all. You felt like you understood him better than anyone else ever could, and you had always been there for him. Throughout the years, you hadn’t found anyone else who could take his place in your heart, nor had you considered marriage. Your heart remained firmly attached to Levi Ackerman.

Years passed, and this year, out of the blue, Levi reached out to you. You’d thought about contacting him, but fear held you back—fear that he’d once again be the man who hurt you. Yet, something in you sensed he had changed for the better. When he called, your heart raced. You hesitated initially, but in a moment of courage, you answered, listening to his familiar voice after so long. It resonated with a mix of sadness and nostalgia, bringing back memories you had tucked away.

As you began to explain your current situation, Levi insisted on coming to pick you up. You felt a reluctance but Levi, being his determined self, simply grabbed his keys and told you he would be waiting for you at the bus stop.

The ride to his home was enveloped in an uneasy silence, punctuated by the soft crunch of snow beneath the car tires. The headlights illuminated the dark road ahead, casting fleeting shadows outside. You glanced at Levi from the corner of your eye. He seemed like the same man you once knew, but upon closer inspection, you could see the marks of maturity etched into his features. He had clearly learned from his past mistakes, even though both of you felt the tension of two exes meeting again for the first time after so long.

Wanting to break the silence and ease the awkwardness, you opened your mouth to speak, but the words got lodged in your throat. Instead, the silence wrapped around you both, heavy and suffocating. When you finally reached his home, stepping out into the cold air, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. Memories flooded back of the first time you had visited Levi’s house and met his mother, who had welcomed you into the family with open arms.

As Levi opened the door, his mother, Kuchel, looked up from the living room, her eyes widening in astonishment. Without any hesitation, she rushed toward you and enveloped you in a warm embrace. The comfort of her presence was something you had missed dearly over the years. She gently released you, her expression brimming with love and concern.

“Oh! It’s been too long since I last saw you. You’ve grown so much! I’ve missed you terribly. Levi says you’ve been busy,” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of joy and warmth.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Levi standing beside you. He looked away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he mumbled, “Mother, please, can she come inside?”

Kuchel’s eyes sparkled with hope. “Will she stay here for a while?” she asked eagerly. You found yourself nodding in agreement. Although you hadn’t envisioned staying, Levi had brought you here, and with Christmas upon you, it felt oddly right to accept this invitation.

"Come, come! We have turkeys and all sorts of delicious foods," Kuchel exclaimed, her warm smile lighting up the room as she gestured towards the table. The table stretched out before you, adorned with an array of plates filled with festive dishes and neatly arranged utensils. It was a bit long, but it felt cozy, especially since it was just you, Levi, and his mother for the moment. Other relatives would be joining soon, but for now, the atmosphere was intimate.

As you settled into your seat, Levi slid into the chair beside you. The two of you began to eat, enjoying the savory flavors of the turkey and all the trimmings, while Kuchel returned to the living room, her focus shifting back to the decorations and gift-wrapping for the upcoming celebrations. It was a relief that she didn’t pry into your life with intrusive questions; after all, she hadn’t seen you for years until this reunion.

“Sorry about that,” Levi suddenly said between bites, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. He was munching on a crispy piece of turkey skin, a hint of guilt in his expression. “I told my mom that you were busy, and... I lied to her. She always mentions you and asks how you’re doing, all that stuff.”

You looked at him, a smile creeping onto your lips despite the slightly awkward situation. It warmed your heart to know that Kuchel still thought of you after all these years. You had assumed she had long forgotten, but hearing it from Levi made you realize he had carried a burden of keeping the truth from her, perhaps feeling guilty himself.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged nonchalantly, trying to ease the tension. “I’ve done the same with my mom whenever she asks about things she shouldn’t.”

A shy smile broke across Levi’s face at your admission, and you both finished your meal with a sense of camaraderie. When you moved to the kitchen to wash the dishes, you removed your gloves and set them on the countertop. Levi stood beside the fridge, leaning against it with wide eyes as he watched you attentively.

“You still wear the ring I gave you?” he asked, surprise evident in his voice.

You paused, your hand hovering over the ring on your finger. A blush crept across your cheeks as you took a deep breath in preparation for his question. “Yeah... I still do. It’s your gift, and I didn't want to just throw it away. I mean, I know we haven’t seen each other in years, and I thought you might have thrown yours away, too.”

He shook his head, pulling his own ring from his pocket to show you. Both rings twinkled in the soft light of the kitchen, a shimmering symbol of the connection you once shared. “I never did. I always kept it,” he replied, his voice trailing off as a shadow of sorrow crossed his face. Regret was etched in his features, a clear indication of the weight he carried from the past.

“I regret what I did to you every single day. I’m so sorry,” Levi continued, his voice thick with emotion. “We were just young and foolish, naive high school sweethearts. I was a complete fool for letting my shit affect you.”

As he clutched the ring in his palm, his hands trembled with anger at himself. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and it was clear that the memories of hurt lingered painfully in his mind. “I never found someone else, nor did I ever get married. I blame myself for what happened between us every day, and I truly hate myself for it.”

His deep sigh seemed to echo through the room as he spoke your name softly, sending warmth through you, breaking down the walls that had built up over the years. “I know we’re just exes, and I have my doubts about whether there's any hope for us, but I can feel that you still resent me.”

Unable to bear the sight of his pained expression, you walked up to him and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks—a surprising gesture that caused his gaze to widen in astonishment. You cupped his face in your hands, and for a fleeting moment, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he let out a shaky sigh. To your surprise, he pressed a soft kiss to your palm, the very spot where your ring once rested.

Oh, how he truly missed you.

The warmth spread through you, and you couldn’t help but blush again as you smiled back at him. “I don’t resent you, Levi. I’ve loved you this entire time. I’ve never married or found anyone else. You were my first boyfriend, and no one else holds my heart like you do.”

As Levi opened his eyes, tears began to flow, and you saw a vulnerability in him that was rarely displayed. The stoic man you had known and admired was laid bare before you, Levi is weak and vulnerable only to you.

Only to you.

Just as you both leaned in closer to share a kiss, the door swung open, and Kuchel walked in unexpectedly. You and Levi sprang apart, faking coughs to mask the palpable tension between you.

“Levi! Your relatives are here!” she called out cheerfully. “Come on, both of you! I want you in the living room right away!”

With a light giggle, she exited, clearly oblivious to the moment that had just transpired. You and Levi exchanged a sigh of relief, your eyes locexistsfor a brief moment filled with unspoken promises. Instared shared glance, the love between you felt rekindled, kindledg at the relationship renewed.