#(SHE WAS CRYINNGGG)

[thysilus]

kinda obsessd w my new foster

[stupidrant]

😏 clock it.

INCOMING WALL OF TEXT RANT. IGNORE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ.

There will never be a moment when I will understand why some people wanted Sigyn to be included in God of War, considering Santa Monica's clear direction with Atreus and Angrboða for future installments. Sigyn was never suggested nor presented as a character throughout the Norse era; Angrboða, on the other hand, has been referenced once since 2018 in Jörmungandr's shrine, implying her inclusion as a character even before the announcement of Ragnarök came out. Jörmungandr's reveal and mentions of Fenrir and Hel (along with Angrboða's mural) within his shrine from 2018 are obvious from the very beginning.

I also don't understand why Santa Monica's exclusion of Sigyn in God of War: Ragnarök is considered inaccurate; the franchise itself is loosely alluded to from various mythological sources, and they were never traditional nor faithful from those same sources and used creative liberties for storytelling purposes. Literally, the entire Greek Saga was never accurately represented to begin with, and for some reason, Sigyn's exclusion in GOW is where you draw the line? But okay, some accurate depictions from said mythological sources can be alright as long they serve the narrative or contribute significantly to the main story; Angrboða as Atreus' love interest is one of them, and there are many instances that emphasize his relationship with Angrboða. Atreus consistently found himself in the presence of adults throughout his childhood, resulting his rapid maturity at a young age from the grim reality that no child shouldn't deserve, particularly within the universe of GOW. Angrboða is the first individual around his age he ever encountered and offers him a safe haven from the grim reality he has to endure, especially after he learnt of his father's prophetic death. Angrboða's childlike nature and the comforting atmosphere of Ironwood allow Atreus to escape from the darker aspects of GOWverse, the sanctuary where he can finally embrace his own age and behave like any carefree child as he should be, which is one of the reasons why Kratos trusted Angrboða in the first place; because of her benevolent nature and companionship with Atreus, that's when Kratos knew that his son would be in good hands under Angrboða's care. I seen a few people argued that Sigyn should have been the one to guide Atreus instead of Angrboða, as Angrboða is supposedly Loki's "mistress" with Sigyn as his true wife in the Norse mythos, and one even claimed that Angrboða essentially "stole" Sigyn's place when really…that's not the case?

As far as we know (from storywise perspective), Atreus has a keen interest in his Giant lineage, not only because it's tied to his identity as Loki but also to his mother as a whole. Faye never had the opportunity to teach Atreus about their heritage due to Odin's hatred towards Giants, she's was also recognized as an sworn enemy as "Laufey The Just" from the Æsir (specifically Thor & Odin), not only she had to conceal her identity from Odin but also to ensure the safety of her own family.

Atreus even thought the entire race of Giants had perished from Odin's genocide campaign...that is until he meets Angrboða, the first Giant he ever encounters, who then guides Atreus through understanding their heritage within the hidden sanctuary away from Odin. She also gave Atreus the necessary tools and purpose to restore the kingdom of Jötunheim and gains a deeper understanding of Loki's identity as part of his coming-of-age story. That's what makes Angrboða so important to Atreus' character arc along with why she's an essential addition for Ragnarök. And if we're going by the material sources from Norse Mythology, Angrboða is only mentioned as Loki's mate rather than his mistress. It's possible that Loki loved Angrboða just like he did with Sigyn, so Atreus being Angrboða's love interest is expected and aligns accurately with the material sources depicted in GOW. And what also gets me are those awful speculations regarding the possibility of Thrúd and Sigyn being the same person, and combining the fact that Dude Bros preferred Atreus with Thrúd due to skin color is just exhausting at this point...and from what I have observed; Sigyn is always depicted as a white girl in most media, which strengthens my hope she never appears in future installments at all. It's obvious that Angrboða will probably appear again in the long run due to her recent development and promising potential in the future. Sigyn's inclusion seems unnecessary, and I hope Santa Monica never considers about writing Angrboða off just to pair Atreus with Sigyn for the sake of it. TL;DR: I think Angrboða is a better match for Atreus rather than Sigyn in GOW. I'm sick and tired with certain fans dismissing Angrboða's importance and deeming her unworthy as Atreus' wife, especially when it comes to her skin color and her erroneous label as Loki's "mistress" solely because Sigyn was Loki's actual wife in Norse Mythology. Anyone who hates Angrboða because of Sigyn are just bitter that their favorite character isn't there to fulfill their Logyn ship with Atreus. Angrboða and Atreus are going to be a thing. Cope and seethe.

[rush-the-stars]

cielo is bullying my brain: day 23

mechanic wolfwood is such a sweetie. sooooo 98 wolfwood coded. you know if you come to him with car issues, ones that other places tried to rip you off with, he'll scold you that you almost fell for it. he'll do it for half price. is that bad for his business- yes. but it's okay, he'll just charge livio extra next time. if you have any small handyman things you need help with, pop in to ask him, wolfwood will happily help. him leaning against the hood of a car or on the counter, just bantering with you and smitten during his lunch break.

we haven't even gotten to his looks, god...GODDDDD. the image of him wiping oil off his hands with a dirty rag, talking to himself about how his hands are always a mess. (don't even get me started on wolfwood talking to himself, i have so many thoughts about it. both sickingly sweet and foul ones.) call me disgusting but sweat stains on his jumpsuit are kinda- it's a little- FINE FINE I'LL LEAVE. I'LL GET OUT. LET ME HAVE FUN.

DAY 23 JKDLSJKFS

OH HES SUCH A SUCKER I CAAAAANT. livio gets so fed up w him!!!! sees you bring your car in and sees wolfwood be the one to hustle over to you. ask you whats going on all sweet. livio is shaking his damn head. everyone is!!! they already know you're gonna get half off. atp they have what they call a 'sweetheart discount' or something just for you.

feel like mechanic wolfwood is weirdly respectful in a way too like livio always asks "why don't you just ask her out already?" and he's like, you think she needs me barking up her tree? i just fix her car. thats inappropriate. but you ask for his number sometime and hes OVER THE MOON! he's on cloud nine!!!

HIS LOOKS..,.,ANON...,.,i fear this may be one of the most stupidly hot versions of him. i just can't get over the idea of him in some of those mechanic jumpers but of course he's got it unzipped to show off his chest. or the top half off to show off his chest and arms. OUGH.

also CRYINNGGG at the sweat stains. unfortunately he looks way too good. unfortunately this is doing something heinous to me.

[celestie0]

you putting “message in a bottle” in the kickoff playlist is so spot on bc i was listening to that exact song after i finished chapter 1 LOL. and “gold rush”??? one of the most gojo-coded songs ever.

i just wanted to say how much fun it’s been binge-reading this series. you put so much thought into the reader and gojo’s character, and i think it really makes them feel like real people. every few minutes i have to rant to myself about their actions bc i’m so passionate about them lol.

i love that you made their vulnerabilities feel real too. a lot of times characters like gojo who are heavily flawed tend to lack understanding from the audience because we can’t fathom why we should feel sympathy for a character like him, but the way you wrote his backstory made total sense as to why he is the way he is (like no joke right after chapter 6 i was like “this man needs to be humbled i can’t stand him” and then 2 seconds later i read his backstory in the next chapter and go “oh,,, shit,,,,”).

the digimon convo made me laugh LOL IT WAS SO CUTE. idk why but seeing guys be obsessed with a show or movie they loved since childhood is so precious to me 🥹

i cannot wait for the grovelling to continue. as much as i love gojo, he’s gonna have to do the most to show that he’s serious about the reader after everything thats happened 😤 and thE WAY I WAS SCREAMING AT THE RECENT CHAPTER OMG. i was begging the reader to leave and she did better by smacking tf out of that asshole, like YES thank you for having a backbone 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

i hope the reader becomes a super successful director and makes a movie that wins all the awards!!!(bc she does NOT need those gross men who kept belittling her) and thank you for writing, it’s been such a pleasure to read 🫶

my loooove thank you sososo much for this ask omg!! 😭💕 your comments on the series have me cryinnggg it means a lot to me :””) sm serotonin rn aaaaaa im so happy you’re enjoying the series!!!

YES message in a bottle is so glitter pen feel good happy song n i listened to it sm when i started writing kickoff (to me it fits the vibe of the sunny utoykyo practice field scenes where gojo walks her out to the field n stuff lol)

you put so much thought into the reader and gojo’s character, and i think it really makes them feel like real people. every few minutes i have to rant to myself about their actions bc i’m so passionate about them lol.

thank you SO much for saying this 😭 i do indeed think a lot about their characteristics LOL more than i do ab writing style or plot or anything else so to hear that it’s coming across to readers makes me so happy :”) BAHHA omg ranting about their actions is so real tbh i take breaks writing to do the same sometimes LOL

like no joke right after chapter 6 i was like “this man needs to be humbled i can’t stand him” and then 2 seconds later i read his backstory in the next chapter and go “oh,,, shit,,,,”

PLS i only realized after i published ch7 how weird it must be for readers who are binging to go from ch6 to ch7 😭 it goes from like horny & angry to just depressing JSKDJDHD but i’m glad it wasnt too much whiplash haha n that you enjoyed the characterization of his backstory :”) tbh that chap was almost gonna be in reader’s pov (w/out gojo backstory) n so when lovely readers like u mention that you appreciated the chap the way it is i really feel as though i made the right decision :””) ty for that

HAHAH i lovedd including the digimon scene it was so silly n cute n its also canon gojo likes digimon so it was just so much fun. AND YES READER SLAPPING TF OUTTA REN N THROWING ALCOHOL IN KAI’s FACE WAS 10/10 MOST SATISFYING THING TO WRITE I FELT THE CATHARTIC RELEASE OF A HUNDRED SUNS FROM THAT

yess 🙌🏼 reader is gonna slay in the film industry fosho, i’m manifesting for her n by manifesting i mean i will write it into existence LOL i’m excited to write some post-grad content for them once the series is over :”) tysm for this ask bb im sorry my response is kinda long LOL but i just had sm fun responding to your words 😭💕 have a wonderful day!!

[the-1ast-time]

im cryinnggg im watching a bootleg version of the eras movie and this person goes "she looks so pretty like a devil"

[just-some-random-blogger]

RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE THAT I HAVE ONLY HAD THE BRAINCELLS TO READ NOW I KNOW I SAY THIS A LOT BUT ITS SO TRUE IM MAD AT MYSELF GIRL GET A GRIP AND READ FICS FUCK OFF

ON ONE HAND ITS NEARLY 11PM AND I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY AND THIS FIC TURNED ALL THE LIGHTS UP IN MY MIND SO SHOULD 🫵 BLAME YOU FOR HOW TIRED MY ASS IS GON BE TOMORROW AND ON THE OTHER HAND IM ON MY KNEES IN GRATITUDE OF LIVING BECAUSE OF HOW BEAUTIFULLY WELL-WRITTEN LIKE SUICIDAL IDEATION WHY? I HAVE FANFICTION ON TUMBLR DOT COM TO READ HELLOOOOOOO???

Draco watched as you pushed your pasta around your plate, staring absently at the whirls of sauce on the porcelain.

I just *wipes face* it's so beautiful. Please believe me, okay? Like I say this often but DAMN YOU CAN TELL A FIC IS GONNA GO HARD WITH HOW IT OPENS AND FUCKING HELL YOU CAN OPEN A FIC slurping up your words 🤲🤲

Both were unusual for his talkative, carb-loving girl.

CRYING SHES ME AND YET IN DRACO MALFOYLESS 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

He placed a light hand on your thigh, leaning closer to you. The warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your perfume, beckoned him even closer, but he ignored his impulses. “Everything alright, darling?” He asked, low enough that your friends couldn’t hear.

ALLIE *slams screw driver* JUST LOBOTOMY ME ALREADY. ***THIGHS*** HA HA HA IM FINE COS I WRITE ABOUT THIGH WORSHIP COS I HATE HOW MY THIGHS WONT FUCKING SHRINK. DRACO BEGGING PLS MEEEEEEEEEEEE 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ *THROUGH TEARS* IM A CARB LOVING GURLL

He didn’t buy it. “I can track down some takeaway and we can eat in my dorm, if you’d like,” he offered, wondering if the commotion in the Great Hall was a bit too much for you.

TRACK DOWN?

He could pick your brain later. Right now, he needed to make sure you were fed.

Tr: I want to explode and say bad words

He squeezed your thigh, a flare of affection making his heart pound. Good girl, he thought, but refrained from saying aloud.

Me cos I'm a good girl:

When he held up a bite and you gave small shake of your head, he knew it was because you were actually full, and he set his fork down, satisfied. For now.

A prickle of suspicion climbed Draco’s neck. Typically, Theo was the first one to make a fuss over someone being in a sour mood due to his inability to tolerate negative emotions, but this time, he stayed silent.

🤨🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 IT WAS YOU WASNT IT THEO. FEES UP 🔪🔪🔪🔪🪓🪓🪓

He tilted his head back, resting it against your shins. You reached down, dragging your fingers through his hair while you continued “reading” your book.

*SHAKING VIOLENTLY* SITTING BY HER FEET LIKE A DEVOUT IN CHURCH IM ILL

Your lips moved against his, brief and tender, and some of his tension unwound. It didn’t seem that you were upset with him, which was a relief.

SOBBING MY PATHETIC BOYYYY TEETH CHATTERING

“What did you do to her?” Pansy accused after a moment of tense silence.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚 MAN WAS LIKE WHAT DID 🫵YOU🫵 DO (IMPLIED) THIS TIME 🤨MALFOY🥱 STOP IM CRYINNGGG

“Cauldron cakes,” Draco answered, glaring at them, irked that they were paying that close of attention to you. That was his job.

I SAY AS I MOST DEFINITELY DO NOT WANT HIM TO CHILL

“No, he should give her some space,” Pansy said, giving him a pointed look.

“I’m perfectly capable of managing my girlfriend’s needs. Thank you,” he bit, and they fell quiet.

😭😭😭😭😭😭 HES SO IN LOVE

Shit. You’d slaved half the semester over this Flutterby bush in Herbology, it was your pride and joy, and you often stayed after hours with Professor Sprout to tend to it and the rest of the greenhouse.

Nah I get it. I would cry too if my plant AND my grade was on the line (less about the grade). Ngl I thought her dilemma was someone copied her homework for some reason and I was like not eating pasta over that I MEAN VALID IG but girlie it's not that deep but yeah I'd be hella sad about that

“She told me not to tell you because she knew you’d get all—” Theo gestured vaguely at Draco. “All…this.”

😭😭😭 BACK TO THE 🫵🤨🥱😬 ALLEGATIONS BUT NOT EVEN BECAUSE ITS RIGHT THERE HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

“Reinhardt? Renfield? Something like that, I don’t know, he’s a Gryffindor. But he—Draco, where are you going?”

....😶 I'm so sorry I read that as retard and I was like ?????? DAMN. Nope. Skill issue. Reading comprehension L

Sprout gasped. “Mr. Renley! To Dumbledore's office this instant!”

🗣️ AS HE SHOULD 👏👏👏👏👏

Draco didn't give him a chance to finish his paltry excuse and cocked his fist back, slamming his knuckles square in the side of his jaw. The bone crunched under his fist, sending Renley flying sideways in a spray of spit and blood, and Draco rose, clenching and unclenching his aching hand.

me, wishing for violence, then gets violence: 🧍‍♀️😀 oH.

“No, no please!” Renley begged when Goyle hauled him back up. Draco punched him again, dead on the nose, then the temple, then the sternum. Goyle let Renley fall, groveling and weeping as blood ran down his face, his eyes already half-swollen shut.

😃 BROO GOT JUMPED JUMPED I 😃😃😃😃 UHMMMMM DRACO LOOK AT ME THIS ISNT YOU *SNAPS FINGERS*

“I know you did! You were amazing! I just...accelerated the consequences.”

SOBBINGGGGGG

“Baby, I'm fine. And he'll be fine in like, four to five business days.”

DRACOOOO LUCIUSSSS MALFOYYYYY STOOPPP IT RIGHT NOWWW

“Anything?” Draco purred, walking you back into the long work table. You gasped, arching against his chest, and he caught the sound with another kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste you.

OK SAME PIC AS ABOVE BUT ITS JUST A PICTURE OF MY PUSSY

He smiled, squeezing the ample flesh, then delivered a swift slap that made you gasp. “That's my girl. You want me to scare away all those bad thoughts? Turn your brain off for a bit?” He slid his right hand between your legs, gliding two fingers over the damp spot on your panties.

I WANT TO GET MY BRAIN TURNED OFF SO BAD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to you, where you remained perfectly still, nibbling at your lower lip. In quick movement, he pulled down your panties, letting the fall around your ankles, and kicked your feet further apart, forcing you to lay your chest against the table.

IM A SLUT FOR MALFOY DICK TOO WHY CANT I BE HER?

“Better, darling? Nothing to worry about besides being my good girl.” He moved away from your clit and eased his middle finger inside of you, his signet ring kissing your entrance before he curled his finger up.

THE SIGNET RING CURED MY SUICIDAL IDEATION AND I'M NOT EVEN BEING FUNNY

“Can't help but worship you a little.”

“This better, brat?”

I think I'm coming down with something

You cried out, muscles contracting hard around him, and he groaned low in his throat. You were so fucking tight, gooey and supple when you weren't squeezing the life out of him. He drew back a few inches before snapping his hips forward, gripping your ass cheek in his free hand to keep you spread for him as he pounded into you.

Brothers and sisters. A moment of silence for the realization that my pussy is wet for make believe dick

He didn't let up, no matter how much you shook, how much you begged. Your tears left damp spots on the wood, your knees trying to buckle inwards, but he planted his feet on the inside of yours, forcing you to stay upright.

OVERSTIM AND TEARS AND HARD FUCKING AND IM SINGLE. THIS IS A HATE CRIME. 911 🫵 HER

“Draco, shit—fuck me so good.”

*absolutely sick to my stomach, through tears and a smile* 😃IM🤢SO🫩HAPPY😩FOR🤬YOU🙂

Your pussy clenched at his words, a wanton moan falling from your lips, and he smiled. You were such a little freak, his little freak, and he loved you all the more it.

ME 😭😭😭🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ IM A FREAK 🤪✌️ PLEASE BELIEVE ME 🤲🤲🤲 ONE CHANCE

“Squishin’ me,”

“Sorry, darling,”

This is fine and not mentally damaging whatsoever

Anyway. Literally me after reading this

On a serious note. Genuinely from the bottom of my heart (possibly my vagina. OK IM SORRY I SAID THIS WAS GENUINE BUT I COULDN'T NOT SAY IT IT WAS THE DEMONS) this was so beautifully written it literally made me go, ah yes, if I die I can't read fics so we must keep living. I love you so much in honored to live in a time and a world where I can read your work and shit reblog it with memes and fangirling. I love you Allie 💝

PLEASEEEE MORE POSSESSIVE JELOUS DRACO🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️YOUR BAD SANTA FIC WAS LITERALLY EVEYTHING. POSSESSIVE MEN GOT ME WEAK

thank you for the request!! hope this is satisfactory 🫶🏻

Flutterby Baby | D.M.

feat. Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, draco’s pov, established relationship, possessive!draco, bullying, hurt/comfort, men suck, sort of rough fingering & piv, affectionate degradation if you squint (he refers to her as a plant), blood/fighting

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Draco watched as you pushed your pasta around your plate, staring absently at the whirls of sauce on the porcelain. You’d been quiet the entire meal, only speaking when directly spoken to by your group of friends, and even then, it was half-hearted, brief answers.

Both were unusual for his talkative, carb-loving girl.

He placed a light hand on your thigh, leaning closer to you. The warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your perfume, beckoned him even closer, but he ignored his impulses. “Everything alright, darling?” He asked, low enough that your friends couldn’t hear.

“Yes, just not very hungry,” you said in your pretty little voice, placing your hand over his and pecking his cheek.

He didn’t buy it. “I can track down some takeaway and we can eat in my dorm, if you’d like,” he offered, wondering if the commotion in the Great Hall was a bit too much for you.

You shook your head, another stunning development. You never turned down takeaway. “I’m fine, baby. Thank you, though.”

“Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll make one of these sod’s fetch it for you,” he teased, hoping to get a smile out of you. He didn’t.

Draco sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning back to the conversation he was in the middle of with Theo and Pansy. He continued to watch you in his periphery as you started to play with his fingers, twirling his signet ring around and around. As much as he enjoyed the mindless contact, the delicate brush of your skin, he knew this was a nervous habit of yours.

He had half-a-thought to excuse you both, but he knew that would only draw more attention to your melancholy state, which would likely make you feel even worse. He could pick your brain later. Right now, he needed to make sure you were fed.

Casually, he picked up his fork, twirling a bit of his own pasta around the tines. Without breaking away from his conversation, he held the fork up to you, hoping you’d take a bite without really thinking about it. It was a small ritual the two of you developed during lengthy family dinners, something you often did automatically if he offered food to you. He felt you shift forward, your mouth wrap around the small bite, and you ate it.

He squeezed your thigh, a flare of affection making his heart pound. Good girl, he thought, but refrained from saying aloud.

The rest of dinner continued like that, Draco keeping your friends talking and distracted while he fed you small bites of his own dinner, your fingers twined with his in your lap. When he held up a bite and you gave small shake of your head, he knew it was because you were actually full, and he set his fork down, satisfied. For now.

That night in the common room, you were curled up in your chair by the fire, a book open in your lap while everyone pretended to study around you. He watched your eyes, your hands curled around the cover, and you were motionless. No pages turned, no lines devoured.

His worry deepened. Blaise seemed to notice as well, and gave him a curious look, dark brow raised. And of course, Theo caught the exchange, but turned back to his work, pretending he didn’t.

A prickle of suspicion climbed Draco’s neck. Typically, Theo was the first one to make a fuss over someone being in a sour mood due to his inability to tolerate negative emotions, but this time, he stayed silent.

Very odd, indeed.

But he could worry about Theo later. Draco lifted himself from the couch and walked over to you, dropping onto the floor in front of your chair. He tilted his head back, resting it against your shins. You reached down, dragging your fingers through his hair while you continued “reading” your book. He let his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and tried to think of a way to draw you out of your head.

Lips pressed against his forehead, your perfume wafting over him, and he hummed in appreciation, reaching up to cradle your face. You leaned your cheek into his palm, and he titled his head back a little further to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

Your lips moved against his, brief and tender, and some of his tension unwound. It didn’t seem that you were upset with him, which was a relief. But, he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what exactly was troubling you.

“I’m going to go to bed,” you murmured in his ear, and he blinked in surprise, checking his watch.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock.

“So early, love? Are you feeling alright?” He turned to face you, rising to his knees. The group noticed, but he was too concerned to care. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your cheek, your neck, but you waved him away.

“I’m fine, D. Just tired,” you said, averting your eyes from his and rising from your chair.

“Baby—”

You leaned down and kissed him again, cutting off his protest. “I love you, I’ll see you in the morning,” you said, pecking his cheek one more time before walking towards the girls dormitory and ascending the stairs.

Draco slumped back to the ground, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“What did you do to her?” Pansy accused after a moment of tense silence.

“Nothing,” he snapped, though it was mostly toothless.

“She was acting strangely at dinner too,” Blaise noted. “She didn’t even have dessert.”

“Yeah, and she loves those chocolate things—what are they called?” Theo chimed in.

“Cauldron cakes,” Draco answered, glaring at them, irked that they were paying that close of attention to you. That was his job.

“Are you going to follow her?” Blaise asked, glancing at the stairs.

“No, he should give her some space,” Pansy said, giving him a pointed look.

“I’m perfectly capable of managing my girlfriend’s needs. Thank you,” he bit, and they fell quiet. He would leave you be, for now, but if you were still in a funk tomorrow evening, he’d be forced to intervene.

You were decidedly still unlike yourself come the following morning, and when he saw you during your shared Potion’s class. He continued to monitor the situation, trying to be patient like you often asked him to be, but that went out the window when you returned from your Herbology class with Theo in tears.

As soon as Draco saw your red and puffy eyes, he was on his feet. You ran straight into his chest, burying your wet face in his robes and digging your chilled hands into his back, trembling as your tears returned in earnest.

“Darling, what’s happened? What’s going on?” He cooed, wrapping his arms around your shaking torso, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You didn’t respond, just held him tighter as you cried.

Theo tried to slip around the two of you, but Draco pinned him with a glare.

“What happened?” Draco hissed at him.

“Her Flutterby bush is dying,” Theo whispered, and you started to cry harder.

Shit. You’d slaved half the semester over this Flutterby bush in Herbology, it was your pride and joy, and you often stayed after hours with Professor Sprout to tend to it and the rest of the greenhouse. You had the greenest thumb Draco had ever encountered, and that plant was your baby. There was no way it would just suddenly die.

Draco raised a brow, and Theo made a ‘tell you later’ face. He nodded his head to dismiss his friend and turned his attention back to you, his poor, sensitive girl.

“Baby, it’s going to be alright. I’m sure you’ll figure out what’s going on—”

You shook you head. “It doesn’t make sense,” you sniffled, your voice muffled by his shirt. “It was perfectly fine. There’s no bugs or blights, I don’t understand.” You lifted your face, cheeks streaked with tears and lashes spikey, your eyes rimmed with red. The state of you made his heart ache.

“It’ll be alright,” he whispered, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs and pressing a kiss to your nose. “If anyone can save it, you can. You’re brilliant, love.” He used his sleeve to wipe your eyes and your nose before bundling you into his side. “Come on, relax for a bit with Pansy. That’ll help you think a little more clearly, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him deposit you on the couch beside your friend, who immediately abandoned what she was doing to fuss over you.

He kissed the top of your head, satisfied that you were well looked after for the time being. “I love you, I’ll be right back, okay?” He murmured, and you nodded again.

Theo was waiting for him in the hall. “Okay, so don’t get mad,” he said, holding his hands up.

Draco’s anger instantly flared. “Don’t give me a reason to get mad then.”

“She told me not to tell you because she knew you’d get all—” Theo gestured vaguely at Draco. “All…this.”

“Out with it, Nott,” he growled, fully prepared to punch his best friends nose through the back of his skull. What could you possibly want to keep from him?

“We think someone poisoned her plant,” Theo said, grimacing.

Draco froze, rage flaring so suddenly it darkened his vision. “What?” he snarled.

“We can’t say for sure yet,” Theo said hurriedly, trying to get ahead of the oncoming storm. “But there’s this one guy—”

“Who?”

“Reinhardt? Renfield? Something like that, I don’t know, he’s a Gryffindor. But he—Draco, where are you going?”

Draco was already halfway down the hall, formulating a plan in his mind about how to find this guy, and how to make him wish he’d never been born.

Theo grabbed his shoulder. “Listen, I have a better idea than storming the Gryffindor common room,” he said, and Draco paused.

“Go on.”

Draco loitered outside the Greenhouse, hidden by some trees, a stupid plastic ear in his hand. Theo had the other tucked into his robes, and Draco could hear Sprout beginning her lecture through their connection.

Draco sighed. This was ridiculous, he should just waltz in there and figure out exactly who this—

“Hey, y/n,” he heard someone mutter, an unfamiliar male voice, and he immediately held up the ear to listen. “Flutterby’s not lookin’ so good. Maybe I could help clear away some of the dead stuff?”

Draco's ears started ringing so loudly, he almost missed your response.

“I'm killing it just fine on my own, Renley, I don't need any assistance from you.”

He heard Theo snicker in the background, and Draco smiled. Atta girl.

“My mandrakes are thriving, thank you,” Renley replied, his voice tight with indignation. “It's a real shame about yours, though. Probably would have gotten you top marks.”

You didn't respond, and Draco gripped a tree branch to stop himself from charging through the glass to get this audacious fucker.

“Fuck off, Renford,” Theo warned, the feed clouded by his robes rustling.

“It's Renley,” the prick corrected, his voice a little louder, and Draco could practically hear Theo roll his eyes. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Oh, this fucker was a dead man walking. “I'm willing to stay after and help you out. I'm good with poisons—”

“Poison’s?” You asked, a snarky lilt to your voice, and Draco loosed a relieved exhale despite the implication. For the first time in days, you sounded like yourself. “Who said anything about poison?”

“Oh, I—uh—”

“Reindeer, how did you know her plant was poisoned?” Theo prodded, his smirk audible.

“I don't! It's obv—it’s probably not p-poison!” Renley stammered.

“What's this about poison?” Sprout interrupted at the same moment Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from the treeline.

“Check fucking mate,” Draco mouthed, grinning.

“Professor Sprout, I do believe Renley here just confessed to poisoning y/n’s beloved Flutterby bush,” Theo said.

“Is this true, dearie?” Sprout asked you.

“Yes ma’am, it explains the strange phenomena we noted, as well as the sudden nature of the ailment. Renley’s been taunting me for days, and finally his mouth got ahead of his brain,” you said, poised as a Queen, and Draco was so proud of you it hurt.

Sprout gasped. “Mr. Renley! To Dumbledore's office this instant!”

“Crabbe, Goyle, grab him,” Draco ordered, stuffing the ear into his robes.

The two of them lumbered over the door, staying out of sight until the culprit stepped out into the sunlight, and Goyle grabbed Renley by the shoulders and started to drag him back around the Greenhouse.

“Hey! What the fuck—” his words pinched to a strangled whine when he saw Draco and Blaise waiting a few feet away, arms folded over their chests, completely hidden from the rest of campus.

Goyle shoved him to the ground at Draco's feet, and the coward was already sniveling.

Draco crouched down, nose to nose with the fucker that made his girl miserable, and smiled. “Was it worth it, Renley?” Draco asked, his voice low.

“Look, Malfoy. I didn't mean to—”

Draco didn't give him a chance to finish his paltry excuse and cocked his fist back, slamming his knuckles square in the side of his jaw. The bone crunched under his fist, sending Renley flying sideways in a spray of spit and blood, and Draco rose, clenching and unclenching his aching hand.

Normally, he'd step back and let the others get their hands dirty, but you were his girl. And if anyone was going to defend your honor, it would be him.

“No, no please!” Renley begged when Goyle hauled him back up. Draco punched him again, dead on the nose, then the temple, then the sternum. Goyle let Renley fall, groveling and weeping as blood ran down his face, his eyes already half-swollen shut.

Draco grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head up so he could whisper in his ear. “You're lucky it wasn't poison,” he snarled, and dropped Renley’s head into the dirt. “Leave him on the front steps of the castle,” he said to Crabbe and Goyle, who immediately pulled the boy up and started dragging him back towards the castle.

Blaise chuckled. “That was fucking brutal, mate.”

Draco looked down at his bruised and bloody knuckles, the pain bright and deliciously satisfying, his signet ring splattered with red. “Like I said, he's lucky I didn't decide to poison him.”

The chatter of students filled the air, and he looked up to see the Greenhouse emptying. Theo headed straight for them, glancing at Draco's knuckles and the blood in the grass before breaking out in a wild grin.

“Sorry I missed it,” Theo laughed.

“Where is she?” Draco asked.

“Staying behind to administer the antidote. Sprout is leaving her to ensure Renley is dealt with accordingly.”

“Well, she certainly won't be disappointed,” Blaise snickered.

“So she’s alone?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He was hoping to clean himself up before seeing you, but wasn't sure he could resist the temptation. Not with his blood still running hot and your smart little voice echoing in his mind.

“Yep.” Theo smirked. “See ya’ back in the common room.” He and Blaise turned and started heading back to the castle, leaving Draco alone.

He rounded the greenhouse, knocking with his sore knuckles so he didn't startle you.

“Draco? What are you—saints, your hands!” You cried, rushing over to open the door for him. You grabbed for his hands, face pinched with worry.

“I'm fine, love,” he cooed, letting you fuss. The air in the greenhouse was thick and warm, coaxing him in like a embrace. It smelled fresh and lush, sweet soil and green leaves, like you.

Merlin, he couldn't think straight with you looking at him like that.

“Who did—” you paused, eyes narrowing. “Renley?”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

“Draco!” You huffed, dropping his hands. “I had it under control!”

“I know you did! You were amazing! I just...accelerated the consequences.”

You glared at him, but he could see you softening by the second.

“Baby, I'm fine. And he'll be fine in like, four to five business days.”

“Draco!” You shouted, but you were smiling. He fucking loved what you called his name in that exasperated but undeniably affectionate voice. “You don't have to get involved all the time. I'm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, and Professor Sprout was working with me to solve it and—”

Draco reached out, pinching your cheeks with one hand, pursing your pouting lips and dragging you closer to him. “I'd do it again in a heartbeat. No one fucks with you so long as I'm breathing, is that clear?”

You nodded, eyes round and sweet like honey.

He released your face, sliding his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head upwards. “Can I kiss you now? Or would you like to keep telling me off?”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a playful, smiley kiss. “Anything for my hero.”

“Anything?” Draco purred, walking you back into the long work table. You gasped, arching against his chest, and he caught the sound with another kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste you.

Your tongue tangled with his, so eager as you pulled his tie to bring him closer. He guided your tongue into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing you to bite your lip, toying with your mouth like he owned it.

And he could feel how much you loved it, your hips pressing against his as your hands wandered his chest, unable to pick a resting place.

He smiles, moving his hands to grip your hips. In a quick movement, he spun you around. Your hands slapped onto the table to catch yourself, your perfect ass pressing back against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Draco,” you whined, trying to look over your shoulder at him.

He tsked, sliding up your skirt, admiring the way his ruined knuckles looked against the soft flesh. “Do you want me to be gentle with you, darling?” He already knew what your answer would be, especially after a few stressful days, but he felt inclined to double check.

You shook your head side to side, pressing your ass back into his hands. “No.”

He smiled, squeezing the ample flesh, then delivered a swift slap that made you gasp. “That's my girl. You want me to scare away all those bad thoughts? Turn your brain off for a bit?” He slid his right hand between your legs, gliding two fingers over the damp spot on your panties.

You nodded, nails scratching along the wood when he applied a little pressure, moving his hand in a slow circle.

“Words, love,” he said, pausing his movement.

“Yes, baby. Please,” you whined, and his cock gave a painful lurch against his thigh.

“Colloportus,” he murmured, flicking his wand to lock the Greenhouse door. “Don't move,” he ordered, then walked over to the sink, washing the blood from his hands and muttering a quiet episkey to fix most of the damage on his skin. Some cuts remained, and his hands were still sore and slightly bruised, but it wasn't nearly as bad.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to you, where you remained perfectly still, nibbling at your lower lip. In quick movement, he pulled down your panties, letting the fall around your ankles, and kicked your feet further apart, forcing you to lay your chest against the table.

“There we go,” he purred, bringing his hand back between your legs.

You were already soaked, hot and slick as his middle finger swiped through your sex. He started massaging your clit, quick, light circles that had you moaning breathlessly.

“Better, darling? Nothing to worry about besides being my good girl.” He moved away from your clit and eased his middle finger inside of you, his signet ring kissing your entrance before he curled his finger up. Your walls fluttered around him, sucking back against his finger when he pulled it out, only to graciously stretch for him when he added a second.

“Fuck, D,” you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. “You said you wouldn't be gentle “

He smirked, enraptured with the way your pretty little cunt yielded for his battered hand. “Just so pretty,” he hummed, leaning down to whisper in your ear, pressing you harder against the table. “Can't help but worship you a little.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he slammed his fingers inside of you, drilling into your channel with sloppy, punishing strokes. You cried out, feet sliding around on the floor, but he had you pinned and at his mercy.

“This better, brat?” He growled, nipping at your ear when you keened for him, unable to formulate a response. “Oh, how that fucker wishes he could see you now,” he drawled, straightening while his fingers fucked into you. “What'd he call you? Sweetheart?” He chuckled. “Sweet doesn't begin to cover it.”

“How did you—”

He slipped his fingers out to work your clit, the bud swelling under his touch as your orgasm built, and your words twisted into a moan. He tried to stay focused, keep you on the edge until he was sheathed inside of you, but couldn't bring himself to stop just yet.

“Are you sweet, baby?” He asked, swatting your ass cheek, enjoying the way your flesh rippled.

“Only for you,” you gasped, starting to tremble as that knot wound tighter and tighter.

“That's right,” he praised, undoing his trousers and taking his cock in his hand. He was insanely hard, the head a deep pink, pearly precum beading from the slit. He pumped himself twice to relieve some of the ache, then notched himself at your entrance, not pausing his assault on your clit for a moment. “All fucking mine,” he growled at the same moment he thrust inside of you, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out, muscles contracting hard around him, and he groaned low in his throat. You were so fucking tight, gooey and supple when you weren't squeezing the life out of him. He drew back a few inches before snapping his hips forward, gripping your ass cheek in his free hand to keep you spread for him as he pounded into you.

He felt your orgasm hit the second before you did, your cunt clamping down on him a heartbeat before you screamed, your whole body locking up before going completely limp. He didn't let up, no matter how much you shook, how much you begged. Your tears left damp spots on the wood, your knees trying to buckle inwards, but he planted his feet on the inside of yours, forcing you to stay upright.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasped, snaking a hand up your spine to grip your hair and pull your head back. “Doing so well for me, sweet thing.” He was panting, the heat of the greenhouse coupled with the exterior making sweat collect around his hairline and drip down his spine. His knuckles burned from the salt, hands ached from being used long past when they should have been bandaged, but he didn't give a single fuck.

“Draco, shit—fuck me so good.” You reached back for him, nails dragging along his forearm, and he felt himself teeter on the edge of release, his balls drawing up tight as liquid heat spread through his pelvis.

“Give me one more, baby. I know you can. Then I'll water my favorite plant.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, a wanton moan falling from your lips, and he smiled. You were such a little freak, his little freak, and he loved you all the more it.

“You like being my pretty little houseplant? All mine to take care of?” Fuck, he was close, rambling in an attempt to distract himself and spend just a little longer in the delicious heat of your body.

“Yes, yes—fuck!” You were coming again, your whole body convusling as it ripped through you, and he was done for. He came with a yell, hips stuttering against your ass as he pumped rope after rope of release into your spasming cunt.

“Bloody hell, baby,” he moaned, bracing his hands on the table as he came down, his hips involuntarily rocking into your greedy warmth. You, poor thing, were left drooling and trembling, completely boneless, held up entirely by the table and his hips. He leaned forward, pressing kisses into your hair. “Did so good, love. So fucking perfect,” he murmured, throat tight with affection.

“Squishin’ me,” you giggled, squirming beneath him, and he straightened, nearly toppling over himself at the weak feeling in his knees.

“Sorry, darling,” he chuckled, and you groaned, pushing yourself up on trembling arms. He moved his feet, letting you close your legs, and he hissed through his teeth at the new tightness around his softening cock, stealing a final thrust before slipping out of you.

“Mm, how did you know he called me sweetheart?” You asked, peeking over your shoulder at him while he grabbed his wand to clean you both up.

“I have my methods,” he replied, righting your clothes and helping you stand up, relishing in the lingering tremble in your limbs.

“Were you spying on me, Draco Malfoy?” You teased, tugging him down by the tie so you were face to face.

He smirked. “Perhaps.”

“What a horrible invasion of privacy,” you snickered, giving him a playful peck.

“You want to punish me for it?” He nipped at your lower lip and you grinned, pushing lightly on his chest.

“Enough you, I have to administer the antidote before my plant gets any sicker.”

“Good thing I already cured mine,” he teased, and you swatted him before slipping out of his arms.

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're adorable.”

You grabbed some items from the shelves and a watering can, then paused, turning to look at him, a deadly serious look on your face. “Can we get takeaway after this?”

He snorted, his heart doing a giddy little flip. “Of course we can.”

[umbrakudo]

yashahime trailer //

OKAY I KNOW EVERYONE IS HATING ON THE TRASHAHIME SEASON 2 TRAILER BUT GUYS??? IM ACTUALLY HYPED???? i know my ass is gonna sit up and watch this shit and sing along to the possible new OP and ED. i may be too optimistic but i think we might be getting better quality than last season. 

[goyaagogo]

I’ll Be Seeing You (George Luz x OFC)

Wow wow wooowwww it’s been over 2 months since the last part, sorry I been enjoying summer, aka watching Love Island, melting into a puddle of sweat and cryinnggg baybeeee...

Note: I am but a mere horny, dreamy bitch, I don’t know military/medical stuff, so please don’t come at me with corrections. As I’ve stated before I’m here for a good time, not an accurate time. weeeeeee....

Here are the previous parts if you missed them!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Chapter 7-

George and Simone had spent the entire night in bed, making love, talking and sleeping. Simone enjoyed the evening, more than enjoyed it, really-- but in the light of the morning, after George had left, she could feel fear and anxiety growing, gnawing at her gut. 

In the light of day things looked different-- how could she have been so foolish as to sleep with him? She endangered both herself and him with her reckless behavior-- things got dangerous when feelings were involved. She knew this, as well as anyone still left with a pulse in this war. 

She felt distracted all day, waiting—not so patiently- for the evening. She prayed it would be Malarkey that showed— she needed more time to think things over, to figure out how she really felt before she saw him again. The sun had only just set when she heard the knock at her door. She stood in front of the door, hesitating for just a moment before taking a deep breath and opening it. 

There on her doorstep was Speirs, “Uh, hello— come in.” 

She stood aside and let him in, following him into the kitchen where he sat down at the table. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Speirs, on one hand he did seem nice enough-- he made her food that night, after all-- but he also made her feel undone and exposed, just by looking at her. 

"Are you hungry? I have some stew left from dinner..." she asked. 

Speirs looked surprised at her offer, "Only if you're not going to eat it. Did you actually eat today?"

 There was the slightest hint at playfulness in his tone that made her feel at ease. 

"I had plenty-- I promise."Simone set the stew and a spoon down on the table, and grabbed 2 glasses and the brandy.

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"Now we're even..." she remarked as he finished the stew, seeming to savor every last bit of broth.

"Even?" he asked, pushing the bowl away. 

"You fed me... I fed you..." 

"You don't like owing favors, do you?" Speirs asked, the corner of his mouth turned up in slight amusement.

"Owing favors can get you killed in war."

He nodded, "that's true. But I didn't make you that sandwich so that you'd owe me something..."

Simone shrugged,"Still a favor owed."

"You know, I was really skeptical when Nix told me the Sentinelle was a woman, but now that I know you, I can see it. You're shrewd."

"Is that a compliment?"

"The highest." 

For a moment they sat in comfortable silence, watching the fire. 

"So why are you back? Did Makarley and George need a break?" Simone asked. 

"Why do you call him George?" 

She almost choked on her brandy at his question, she could feel her cheeks and ears burn with embarrassment. 

"What?" she scoffed, feeling herself get defensive.

"You call Malarkey by his last name.. why not call George by his?" 

She hadn't even considered this before, was that a dead giveaway of her fondness for George? 

She felt as if she had been caught-- but this wasn't an entirely new feeling, as uncomfortable as it was. There had been plenty of times during the war when she had been caught in a lie or in a situation where she had to lie her way out.

Her instinct kicked in and she calmed herself, "George's last name is difficult for me to pronounce, that's all."

She could tell Speirs didn’t believe her, but she ignored it.

"You didn't answer my question..."  she added. 

Speirs shrugged, "change of scenery..." 

"Menteur..." she mumbled cheekily before taking another sip.

"Repete ca?"

 "I called you a liar..." 

Did she have too much brandy tonight? Why was she being so bold? 

Speirs chuckled and looked down at his glass. 

She felt a small flutter in her stomach at the fact that he didn't refute that his reasoning was a lie. He came for her. 

"Well I think I've had enough, I should go to bed."

Simone stood up and pushed her chair in.

 Speirs jumped up out of his seat at her words, "I should check the windows and doors, just to be sure.." 

He went about the first floor checking the locks while Simone put away the glasses and the decanter. 

She was halfway up the stairs when Speirs came after her.

"What are you doing?"

 "I have to check all the windows." he said plainly as he followed her to the landing. 

She watched him check the windows in what used to be her aunt's room before following Simone into her room.

 As he checked the windows and drew the curtains closed again, Simone lit a candle that stood on her dresser and the memories of last night came rushing back to her-- George kissing her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist-- she grasped the edge of the dresser, suddenly feeling faint, her heart beating fast. 

She looked up into the mirror affixed to the dresser and saw Speirs watching her. She turned around and gave a faint smile. 

"Are the windows locked?" she asked quietly, having trouble finding her voice.

Speirs nodded, "they are..." 

He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door, " Bonne nuit, Simone..."

"Goodnight, Ron." 

Speirs smiled knowingly at her, catching her use of his first name. 

He stopped at the open door and looked over at her "I came here tonight to see you." 

Simone couldn't help the slight flutter she felt as he said those words. 

Speirs gave a small smile and shut the door behind him.

 She blew out the candle and walked to her bed in the utter darkness. 

She laid down and reached out to the side where George had been and she felt a sudden ache for him. She grabbed the pillow and pressed it to her face and breathed in his faint scent. How could she feel so much for someone she had spent such little time with? And now she couldn't deny the spark of feeling for Ron she felt. Where would all of this lead? 

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Simone didn't know what time it was when she was startled awake by a commotion downstairs. She jumped out of bed and pulled on her clothes from yesterday, stumbling in the dark of her room. 

Simone all but fell down the stairs before finding Speirs in the kitchen holding a woman up against the wall, his rifle across her chest. It took her a moment to adjust to the grey early morning light but when she did she realized Speirs was holding one of her runners, Mathilde.

 "Simone!" Mathilde croaked.

"Ron stop, she's one of mine!" she shouted rushing to help Mathilde as Ron released her.

 She helped Mathilde to a chair who collapsed, out of breath.

 "Lucien is trapped!" Mathilde lamented after she caught her breath. 

"What happened? Where is he?" Simone asked, her heart sinking for Lucien, one of her best runners.

 "I got word he was carrying an urgent message for you so I went to meet him on the outskirts of Losange in case he needed me to take over--  I could see him running towards me, but a sniper got him in the leg. He dragged himself into a store front, there was so much blood..." Mathilde trailed off and wiped the tears from her face. 

"Losange, that's heavily disputed... did you see any Americans?" Ron asked.

 Mathilde shook her head, "none.. only German snipers from what I could see."

"I'll get troops together and extract him." 

"No I need to go.. if he's badly wounded he won't survive being moved..." Simone argued. 

"Then we'll get the message from him." Ron countered. 

"He won't tell you. My runners only carry messages to me, or to each other. You'll never get a word out of him." 

"Christ..." Ron muttered as he turned away, clearly frustrated with the situation. "There's no time to waste, we need to leave now, Ron."

He turned back to her, his face cloudy with concern, " Fine. Let's go."

  Chapter 8-

It was nearing dawn as their group broke the tree line on the southern outskirts of Losange, where Mathilde had directed them to go to find Lucien. 

Simone followed behind Ron, Nixon, Winters and a medic named Roe, through the barren winter fields outside the town. 

In almost 5 years of war, Simone had found herself in dangerous situations before, but knowing that one of her favorite runners--and the youngest, too-- was trapped among German snipers and bleeding out made her feel sick to her stomach. 

Crouching down behind ruins, Winters carefully peered out on the barren street lined with blown-out storefronts. 

"He's in the pharmacy on the right, two o'clock...Simone, when I give the signal we're going to run, okay? Just stay focused on the pharmacy, we'll cover you. " Winters whispered, his eyes unblinking and serious. 

Simone nodded, unable to find her words. 

She wondered how he could be so sure of it, but when Winter's gave the signal and they began to move, she could see the trail of blood that led to the pharmacy's store front. 

She could feel her heart thundering in her ears as they ran, sniper fire erupting around them. 

Simone gasped for air as they ran into the pharmacy, she hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath. 

There, lying behind the counter surrounded by a growing pool of blood was Lucien. 

Simone let out a cry as she ran to him, pulling his limp body into her arms as Roe checked his pulse.

She looked up to Roe, her eyes full of tears, but he shook his head and said, "Rien... no pulse..."

Another cry escaped Simone's lips as she held Lucien's body tighter. 

The men could see how pained she was and let her be for a moment.

 "Simone... Simone, we have to leave. We can't stay here." Winter's said gently with a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I can't leave him.." 

"We have to, for now, but we'll come back for him. I promise."

Simone knew he was right, as much as she wanted to stay with Lucien, she knew there was no use. He was dead, and his message along with him. 

She nodded and whispered, "okay."

Ron helped her to her feet, keeping a steady hand on her back and Winter's snuck a glance out the window before turning to Simone, "Same as before. When I give the signal, you run right back the way we came, okay?" 

Simone gave a nod and a moment later Winter's gave the signal. 

She ran with all the strength she had left, the late winter air burning her lungs.

 Simone could see the ruins they had hid behind getting closer and just when she thought she was in the clear a stinging pain caught her in the shoulder.

 Simone cried out, her stride faltering so that she fell sideways into Nixon, who caught himself and her. 

"Roe!" Nixon called out as he helped Simone the last couple yards to safety.

 "Where is she hit?" Roe asked, his hands moving quickly as he pulled out his supplies, while Nixon helped Simone to the ground.

"Left shoulder" 

Roe moved to Simone's left side, pulling off her coat to reveal a circle of blood that was slowly spreading.

 He lifted her up roughly to look at her back, causing Simone to cry out.

"Watch it!" Ron roared, pushing Nixon aside to get closer.

Roe didn't pay Ron any mind, but simply said, " no exit wound, the bullet is still in." 

Simone had gone almost the whole war without being shot and it was a worse pain than she had ever imagined, the feeling radiating down her arm and across her chest. 

Roe hesitated for a moment, glancing at the 3 other men before attempting to gently tear her blouse, but Simone was in too much pain to care about the exposure. 

Nixon, Winters and Ron looked away, while Roe cut the strap of her bra and packed the wound, eliciting another cry from Simone.

  "Give her some morphine, goddammit!" Ron bellowed, his eyes wild with a mix of anger and concern. 

Roe was just about to pull out the syrettes, but Simone protested, "No! No morphine, please-- don't waste it, I don't need it."

She had known there was a shortage of morphine syrettes and as much pain as she was in at the moment, she knew that there would be a soldier who needed it more. 

Roe respected Simone's request, a knowing glance passing between them.

"No! Give it to her, can't you see she's in pain?!" Ron's voice had grown to a growl and he moved to grab the small case of syrettes from Roe, but Nixon put a strong hand on Ron's shoulder to stop him.

"We need to get her back to CP-- I can't fully stop the bleeding." Roe told Winters, his voice low. 

"We can't safely move her with that sniper..." Nixon countered sounding worried. 

It was then that Simone began to feel sleepy, her eyes closing slowly, against her best efforts and sounds began to echo. She could hear Roe faintly, he was calling her name, but the siren call of darkness was stronger.

[harrysfolklore]

where did olivia say she wanted to marry harry im cryinnggg -🎀

check a few asks ago, i linked the article

[pinknatural]

fuckkk bestie your poem i’m cryinnggg reminds me way too much of my own life skxhshxhs i’m bfhdhs

it’s based on a true story 😔✌️ what was in that girls brain when she said that

[phantompearlsalt]

i like to imagine the earth empire not being nearly half as bad as it was in lok compared your work because of the reader. i feel like she brings a lot of stability and peace to the empire, and keeps kuvira in check, but there’s a nagging part of me that knows she can only do so much 😔

I’m cryinnggg because your MIND...this is literally what I’m trying to explore in chapter 10 😭 I won’t give away too much but a lot of it does have to do with this and let me tell you it’s a Trip thinking about this sometimes :’( 

[just-some-random-blogger]

I AGREEE JAILLLLLLLL JAILLLLLL JAILLLLL SOBBINGGG CRYINNGGG WEEEPPPINNGGG WAILLLINNGGG JAILLLLL I NEED JUSTICE JAILLLL

Her grip tightens around her martini glass, eyes narrowing, as jealousy bubbles acrid and bitter within her chest.

NO CUZ HE STARTED THIS 😠😠😠😠😠 HE STARTED THIS 😤😤😤😤 WHY DO I HAVE TO SUFFER WHY DO WOMEN HAVE TO SUFFER FOR MENS ERRS not that im complaining but also i am i am very much whiny and complaining

Worse still is that Aemond appears to be doing nothing to stop her, he is allowing this woman to flirt shamelessly with him. While his mannerisms are impassive, not returning the woman’s touches or suggestive grins, she believes he should be making it explicitly clear he is unavailable.

HEEE SHOULD HE FUCKING SHOULD I FUCKING HATE HIM FUCK YOU

Two can play at that game.

Swallowing the remnants of her drink in a single gulp, she winces slightly as the combination of vodka and vermouth burns lightly in her throat, then heads over to where Aegon is standing.

NSJEJSJSJSJ ROPING AEGON INTO THIS A FUCKINF FAMILY AFFAIR WHAT THE FUCK

“Thanks,” He says with a smirk, his eyes traveling over her appreciatively, before nodding towards her glass. “Looks like you’re empty, shall I get you another?”

AS HEEE SHOULLDDDD APPPREAAACCIIATTEEE HERRRRR

Drawing back, she watches the bob of his throat with a satisfied smile, as he swallows thickly. She was having the desired effect on one brother, at least.

It’s then that she feels a firm but gentle grasp on her upper arm and turns to look up into the steely gaze of Aemond. The taut bun that his long, silver hair is pulled back into leaves his face unobscured, so the hardened lines of anger are unmistakable. While his left eye remains milky and lifeless, the fury that burns bright within the blue of his right more than makes up for its absence.

Its been nice knowing you

“I wasn’t asking,” He shoots back, grabbing her hand and leading her through the crowded bar.

I LITERALLY DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING

He is silent on the drive home. The hand that would usually rest against her thigh keeps a firm grasp of the steering wheel as he stares straight ahead. 

WWHY ARE YOU VEING LIKE RHIS I DIDNT DO ABYTHINF

“Oh, it looked like it was more than chatting, much more.”

YOU HAVE ONE EYE MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT U DIDNT EVEN SEE 😠 YOU DIDNT EVEN SEE THE GIRL FUCKING FLIRTING WITH U STFU

“Hm,” He raises his free hand towards her face, tugging at her bottom lip with his thumb. “Open.”

🧍😮

She opens her mouth, steeling herself for what’s to come, but still shivers when she feels him spit harshly onto her tongue. She swallows without having to be asked, inwardly delighted at the hum of approval that Aemond emits.

“Thought you could use something to accompany the filthy lies that are coming out of your mouth,” He mutters darkly, his grip on her throat tightening.

Howd you know

“Ah, there it is,” He smirks. “You behaved like a stupid, little slut with my brother because you were jealous? Pathetic.”

IM CRYING WITH MY EYES AND THIGHS

“But I didn’t do anything, did I?” He snarls, eye narrowing. “If you saw the number of women I turn down when you aren’t around you’d fucking cry, yet I can’t trust you not to throw yourself at my brother. Would you rather be with him instead?”

FUCKKK YOU SHOLD I BEE FUCKINF TGANKING YOU FFUCKKK YOU

The praise shoots straight to her core, making her clench around nothing. He leaves her with no time to ponder on what his next move might be, as his hands disappear beneath her skirt to tug down her underwear.

She like me fr

“Good girl. And that’s because you can trust me.”

He purses his lips. “We’ll see about that.”

“Little slut,” He whispers, before freeing his cock, showing he’s every bit as turned on as she is.

THESE LINNES ARE OUT OF ORDER BUT

Aemond switches the toy off, tossing it to the side and slowly pulls out of her. She hisses at the sensation, noticing that he is still rock hard, not having peaked himself yet.

VIOLENT SHAKING I WILL NEVER RECOVER

He rubs gently at her wrists as he unfastens the belt, helping to get the blood circulating once more. Brushing his lips against her temple, damp with perspiration, he whispers softly to her.

“I’m not done with you yet, just giving that sweet little pussy of yours a rest. For now–” He leans back on his haunches and taps the head of his cock against her lips. “You can put that pretty mouth of yours to work, you’ve got quite the mess to clean up.”

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAH IM GOING TO JUMP OUT OF MY WINDOW

Invidia

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x femme Warnings: Plot? I don't know her. Jealousy, dom/sub dynamics, slightly toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, light choking, spit kink, light bondage, P in V action, use of sex toys, overstimulation, degrading language, slight praise kink, implied oral (m receiving) Word count: ~1.7k

Summary: Aemond dishes out a punishment that won't soon be forgotten when his partner attempts to make him jealous. Based on this request.

Author's note: I don't have a tag list - please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

Her grip tightens around her martini glass, eyes narrowing, as jealousy bubbles acrid and bitter within her chest.

She watches as the dark haired woman grazes her perfectly manicured nails over Aemond’s bicep, red stained lips pulling back into a saccharine smile, revealing pearly white teeth. She knows the woman is drop dead gorgeous, but in her envious state she sees only a predatory threat to her relationship, her thoughts darkened and unkind with internalised misogyny.

Worse still is that Aemond appears to be doing nothing to stop her, he is allowing this woman to flirt shamelessly with him. While his mannerisms are impassive, not returning the woman’s touches or suggestive grins, she believes he should be making it explicitly clear he is unavailable.

She hadn’t even wanted to come this evening, she had been desperate for a quiet night in front of the TV, just her and Aemond. He’d insisted they go though; the opening night of Aegon’s new cocktail bar and he simply had to support his family. So she’d dolled herself up, allowed herself to be dragged along and how here he was making a mockery of her.

Two can play at that game.

She wants to make him feel every bit as jealous as she does, to remind him he isn’t the only desirable person in their relationship, and she knows just the person who will strike that blow hardest.

Scanning the crowd, she spots the man of the hour propping up the bar, tipping back tequila shots. 

Swallowing the remnants of her drink in a single gulp, she winces slightly as the combination of vodka and vermouth burns lightly in her throat, then heads over to where Aegon is standing.

“Hey, you,” She greets him in a sing-song voice, reaching out to brush her fingers against his forearm. “Love what you’ve done with the place!”

“Thanks,” He says with a smirk, his eyes traveling over her appreciatively, before nodding towards her glass. “Looks like you’re empty, shall I get you another?”

She knows that the music isn’t so loud that she can’t be heard by simply raising her voice a little, but she also knows that doing that won’t grant her the attention she so desperately seeks from Aemond. So, she leans in, her lips brushing against the shell of Aegon’s ear as she whispers to him.

“Oh, I would love one, thank you!”

Drawing back, she watches the bob of his throat with a satisfied smile, as he swallows thickly. She was having the desired effect on one brother, at least.

“You got it,” He tells her, his hand brushing hers as he relieves her of the empty glass and turns back towards the bar, holding up two fingers towards the bartender.

It’s then that she feels a firm but gentle grasp on her upper arm and turns to look up into the steely gaze of Aemond. The taut bun that his long, silver hair is pulled back into leaves his face unobscured, so the hardened lines of anger are unmistakable. While his left eye remains milky and lifeless, the fury that burns bright within the blue of his right more than makes up for its absence.

A shiver runs through her. Perhaps she has pushed this too far.

“We’re leaving,” He tells her flatly.

Her eyes widen as she tries to protest. “But Aegon’s just getting me a dri–”

“I wasn’t asking,” He shoots back, grabbing her hand and leading her through the crowded bar.

He is silent on the drive home. The hand that would usually rest against her thigh keeps a firm grasp of the steering wheel as he stares straight ahead. 

The tension inside the car is unbearable. She knows she’s in trouble. Her stomach flutters nervously, wondering what she can say to calm him down, but can come up with nothing that she doesn’t think will enrage him further, so she stays silent.

The moment they arrive home, he spins her around to face him, pressing her against the wall, causing her to gasp. His hand grasps lightly against her throat as he stares her down. Arousal pools warm between her thighs.

“Just what the fuck was that tonight?” He hisses lowly.

“I-I was just chatting to Aegon…” She stammers, gazing up at Aemond, doe-eyed.

“Oh, it looked like it was more than chatting, much more.”

“It wasn’t, I swear!” She whines, regretting ever having approached Aegon in the first place, but unable to shake the effect that Aemond’s display of dominance is having on her.

“Hm,” He raises his free hand towards her face, tugging at her bottom lip with his thumb. “Open.”

She opens her mouth, steeling herself for what’s to come, but still shivers when she feels him spit harshly onto her tongue. She swallows without having to be asked, inwardly delighted at the hum of approval that Aemond emits.

“Thought you could use something to accompany the filthy lies that are coming out of your mouth,” He mutters darkly, his grip on her throat tightening.

She whimpers as her resolve crumbles. “That woman was flirting with you!”

“Ah, there it is,” He smirks. “You behaved like a stupid, little slut with my brother because you were jealous? Pathetic.”

“She was all over you, you did nothing to stop her!” She snaps back, feeling herself grow angry.

“But I didn’t do anything, did I?” He snarls, eye narrowing. “If you saw the number of women I turn down when you aren’t around you’d fucking cry, yet I can’t trust you not to throw yourself at my brother. Would you rather be with him instead?”

“No, Aemond, I only want you!” She clings desperately to the front of his black button up shirt.

“Is that so?” He cocks his head slightly, his hand still around her throat.

“Yes, I was just trying to make you jealous. I’m sorry,” She pleads.

“Hm. You’re about to be. Bedroom. Now.”

He releases her throat and she walks on unsteady feet towards their shared bedroom, nervous excitement making her heart race.

She lays back on the bed, biting her lip in anticipation, as Aemond stands at the foot of it, the metal clink of his belt being unfastened the only sound in the room. The audible slide of the leather against the cotton of his suit trousers as he removes it from the loops causes her skin to break out into gooseflesh.

“Wrists together. Above your head,” He orders.

She does as she’s told, her throat running dry when she feels the mattress dip either side of her as Aemond straddles her, winding his belt around her wrists and using it to bind them to the headboard.

“Colour?” He asks simply, making eye contact.

“Green,” She whispers.

“Good girl,”

The praise shoots straight to her core, making her clench around nothing. He leaves her with no time to ponder on what his next move might be, as his hands disappear beneath her skirt to tug down her underwear.

She arches off of the mattress slightly as his deft fingers swipe through her folds, coming away glistening with her slick.

“Little slut,” He whispers, before freeing his cock, showing he’s every bit as turned on as she is.

He takes a firm hold of her hip with one hand, grasping the base of his erection with the other and forces himself all the way in to the hilt in one fluid motion.

She is wet enough that any preparation isn’t required, but the sudden stretch still steals her breath away.

Aemond’s thrusts are quick and sure, his hips snapping against hers harshly as he brings his thumb between their bodies to rub at her clit in rapid, tight circles.

Her nails bite into the leather of the belt around her wrists, struggling to ground herself as pleasure builds steadily within her gut, each slap of his skin against hers nudging her closer to the edge.

His breathy pants combined with the look of determination on his face give her the final shove she needs, and she falls apart with blinding white warmth that washes over her from head to toe.

She’d believe her punishment was over were it not for the fact that Aemond has yet to cum. His low chuckle as he stills inside of her is all the indication she needs that he’s just getting started. He leans over, never slipping out of her, and pulls her Hitachi magic wand from a drawer of the bedside table. 

Fuck.

“Colour?” Aemond demands again, his voice husky.

“G-green,” She breathes shakily.

He purses his lips. “We’ll see about that.”

The jolt that rockets through her body when he presses the toy against her, at maximum speed, causes her to squeal. He keeps it there, resuming his thrusts inside of her and the combination of the two is too much. She trembles all over, her mind feeling foggy.

“What are you going to do the next time you feel jealous?” Aemond asks.

“N-fuck-nothing!”

“Good girl. And that’s because you can trust me.”

A sob of pleasure is ripped from her as another orgasm has her tightening and spasming around Aemond uncontrollably. He shows her no mercy, keeping the wand firmly on her, the momentum of his hips never slowing.

Aemond’s breathing is ragged, sweat visible upon his brow from exertion. “Do you trust that yours is the only cunt I want to bury myself inside of?”

“Aemond…please…” She mewls piteously, overstimulation making her shake.

“I need you to say it,” He grits out.

She tugs involuntarily at her restraints, tipping her head back. “Yes, I trust you!”

He brings her to peak three more times, before he finally relents. “Colour?”

“Yellow,” She says weakly, voice hoarse and eyes teary.

Aemond switches the toy off, tossing it to the side and slowly pulls out of her. She hisses at the sensation, noticing that he is still rock hard, not having peaked himself yet.

He rubs gently at her wrists as he unfastens the belt, helping to get the blood circulating once more. Brushing his lips against her temple, damp with perspiration, he whispers softly to her. “I’m not done with you yet, just giving that sweet little pussy of yours a rest. For now–” He leans back on his haunches and taps the head of his cock against her lips. “You can put that pretty mouth of yours to work, you’ve got quite the mess to clean up.”

[majormeilani]

MICE MADE A SHITTY RED FLAG OUT OF NOTEBOOK PAPER AND A COLORED PENCIL AND SHE STARTED WAVING IT AT ME AND THEN IT FLEW ACROSS THE ROOM I’M FUCKING CRYINNGGG

[dancing-heart-pony]

JACK DONATED  AND TOLD CHICA SHE WAS A GOOD GIRL 

I’M CRYINNGGG

[curiousitymadethecatoverthink]

OH MY CAMILAS SONG IS RELEASEDD OMMGGG IM IN LOVE IM CRYINNGGG HELLLPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💞💞💞💞👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Im proud of my baby and how she's so grown 😭💞

she's coming to her own. i love it

[pastelpaperplanes]

oh my god y’all I’m about to fukcinngg cry

Mayfly???? Who's that? Another baby :0?

Yes!! She was listed on my sparkling poll not too long ago :D hopefully I’ll design her next after I post Dominiza 💄✨

she’s darling I can’t wait :’) it the meantime here’s a fun little draft of May