#baron drabble

[wroteclassicaly]

Winter is the bane of your existence, your fingertips prickling with that icy electric as they struggle to lock your door with trembling hands. You’d lost your mismatched gloves in the laundry pile you’ve yet to do, and with your dad coming for supper this weekend, you realized you had to venture out into the arctic rain to get a few things at the store. It’s only a block from your trailer, but the moment you leave the confines of a tin roof that shields you beneath safety on your porch — you wish you would have managed your finances better, to save back some cash to order a pizza instead. Holding onto the railing, your legs tighten to hold you steady, deep black sludge darkening the wood of your steps, covering your half-shoveled walkway. You clutch your Goodwill thrifted handbag, digging out your list and balancing your ink pen between your teeth.

This, of course, has you not looking as you approach your mailbox to start your journey, failing to hear snow pack itself down beneath bike tires. His big feet hit the pedals for all they’re worth, and he lets them slam into the ground to slide, cold instantly soaking through his boots, past his socks, and landing across his toes. He prevents a total collision, but his torso catches you by the shoulder and his arms release his mailbag, crashing into the ground along with your tangled limbs. Your purse goes flying across the road, list destroyed, ink pen a casualty. It takes you a few moments to realize that you’re laying back against his chest, legs wound together, his bike several feet beyond, both of you soaked in muddy rain water and discolored snow, that you pray to god Old lady Tilly’s Pomeranian didn’t piss or shit in.

Everything aches, near that numbing, throbbing process from temperatures. Baron is groaning behind you, fingerless gloves swiping his chocolate tresses from his face. Looks like he forgot his hat today, you note, drinking in his disheveled appearance beneath his patchwork coat (you’re pretty sure he got that thing from a time capsule planted in the 70’s). His green cargo pants are sopping wet, having taken the brunt of the mud, his cheeks are dusted pink, along with his damp mouth and red nose. He’s an absolute treasure, shining everytime you see him, blinding your vision and common sense.

You look down as your skin warms from your realized predicament, almost forgetting about the snow and slush soaking through your pants, and now your panties.

“You okay, doodlebug?” His accented voice is winded, his hands reaching out gently to grasp his own ankle and lift it off of yours. Once your legs are free, he pulls you up with him and that hidden strength he possesses, his coat crunching under rustling fabric.

Your snow boots smack into the watery muck below, one hand held in his massive, gloved palm, the other planting itself on his jacket clad chest. You’re nodding, lifting your chin to face him. “I’m so sorry, Baron. M’ good, I just wasn’t paying attention —“

“You know how many times I’ve done that? Knocked into your mailbox a time or two.” He reaches down beside you to knock his knuckles across several indents in your box’s post. It makes you shiver, cars driving across snowy roads in the distance, a simple backtrack to you both.

Baron clears his deep, wind—coated throat, sniffling softly, taking a few steps behind him to grab up your purse. He brings it to you with an offered hand, starting to protest as you bend to retrieve his overflowing bag. Nothing is ruined, thankfully, and you make a quick exchange, fingers lingering, grazing.

“You’re cold, sweetheart. Should be wearing somethin’ on your hands. Momma used to tell me how fast the weather works against us.”

At the mention of his mother, you note his jostled deflation. You try to lighten his spirits, thanking him for breaking your short fall. “Just grateful we didn’t seem to land on anything special. Like a clockwork present from Mrs. Tilly’s dog.”

It’s comical how his moss-shrouded eyes, kissed beneath luscious lashes — widen in fear. He whispers, just to you, with tendrils of his hair blowing over your nose, tickling, caressing, drifting from your cheekbone, and even nicking your forehead. “Did it, ya know… do its business in there, you think?”

“I considered it within the first seconds, but I think we’re safe.” You’re chuckling, and the next sentence is leaving your mouth before you can stop it. “I think your ass got the brunt of the damage, if we’re being honest.”

He marvels at your language, lips pursing and then they pop, tongue clicking at the roof of his mouth. You start to wonder if you’ve overstepped, but he smirks, the corner of his mouth, tugging in a way that makes you want to kiss him breathless, not missing a beat. “You wanna check it out for me?”

Your brows raise higher on your frozen forehead, and he’s immediately apologetic, manners kicking into overdrive. “No, oh my goodness. Doodlebug, that wasn’t very proper of me when you were just—a—kiddin’ and all.”

His flustered state gives you confidence. “Maybe if you spin real slow. As for checking it out, I’d love to, if I didn’t have to make the store before closing.” You sigh when reality pushes its way in. Here in this park it’s usually Baron that jumpstarts those reserved butterflies, giving you something to always look forward to.

“What are you needin’? I might have it at home.”

“Baron, I don’t want to take anything from you —“

“It’s not takin’ if I offered, now is it?”

He’s slipping his bag over his shoulder and yanking bike by the handlebar off the ground, one hand on his trim waistline.

“Some stuff for supper. Dad is comin’ in this weekend.” Baron’s smile melts you entirely, your energies on high alert. He knows how your lack of relationship with your father affects you. He feels a possessive need to protect. Besides, your pop doesn’t deserve you working yourself into a frenzy over a home cooked meal.

“I got a frozen pizza. I think that’ll do just fine for him.”

He raises a hand off his bike to push his hair back, and then scrambles to replace it, the heavy object almost clattering onto the ground once more.

By god, he’s too cute for his own good.

“Okay.” It’s not one word, but it’s how you say it. Pliant and secure, satiated.

“Okay.” He replies, bashful, toeing his work boot into the ground and swirling it around the slush. “You go on back in and I’ll bring it to ya after my route?”

Your response shocks his flickering gaze into finding you. “Can I walk with you, Bar?”

Because yeah, you sure can…

// Eat me paragraph //

[stella-lesair]

How I think the different RA characters act when drunk

A drunk Crowley sits in an armchair, unable to hold the weight of his head, and tries to work.

A drunk Will is a clingy Will.

A drunk Halt smiles a lot, but only at inappropriate times.

A drunk Horace is 80% slower at processing words.

A drunk Cassie sleeps in positions that make people think she's dead.

A drunk Duncan is a rare sight; he stops drinking before the point of drunkeness is reached.

A drunk Alyss speaks exclusively in governmental language.

A drunk Pauline acts like a sober Pauline; alcohol seems to be unable to affect her. It does, but it doesn't seem so.

A drunk Jenny is surprisingly good at fighting.

A drunk Gilan is surprisingly bad at fighting; his other senses are as sharp as ever though.

A drunk Arald is calm and composed, alarmingly so.

[geoxstxrs]

NINJAGO HC’S PT 5 : MORE VILLAINS

[melodymunson]

Baron Lamram (Marmalade) x fem!reader blurb

Baron Lamram was the perfect Southern gentleman. The best part about him was that he was yours. There was never a dull day with him around. Having him in your life and his mama Eda who considered you to be a daughter to her meant so much to you. Baron loved that his mama supported his relationship with you. It all started when you were traveling cross-country on a road trip. Once you ended up in the South little did you know your life would change forever. In the park, you were sunbathing and that's when you met Baron by the lake. Not only was he respectable but he had the most adorable lopsided smile. You introduced yourselves to each other and it was all uphill from there. Soon you started dating and he would take you out on the cutest dates imaginable. The best dates were simple and fun like going on a picnic, swimming at the lake, the diner and ice cream parlor, and the local carnival. You were his first lover and first real official relationship. He gifted you matching promise rings once you were dating for a year. His home was now your home too. Baron loved vanilla ice cream cones and would get them every time you went to the ice cream shop together so you did too. It was simple but delicious.

Soon after you had a pregnancy test taken and it was unfortunately a false positive. Baron and you both wanted to be parents. Then the robberies started because Mama Eda was sick and working at the local supermarket together with Baron wasn't enough to make ends meet. Baron's mama meant a great deal to you and she appreciated all your help around the house with cooking, buying groceries, cleaning, helping the household with your job co-working with Baron, and tending to her by her bedside. One day out antique shopping you had the best idea- to buy masks. They were unique and had 3 distinct faces. Soon you and Baron mapped out and planned your first bank heist. The day came and you were incognito with the best disguises. Baron had confided in you he wanted to also dress as a woman but in drag. It was hot and sexy and it turned you on so much that you decided to make passionate love. Lady Baron had the prettiest makeup and the nicest jewelry. The black lacy Madonna-like gloves and fire-engine red lipstick truly completed the look. Lady Baron loved to get pegged and she loved to dress in your clothes completing her look with scarves. The blouse/skirt combination. The dresses she wore were gorgeous and some of them were silky. Your favorite outfits of hers were the black and red dresses, as well as animal print, especially leopard and zebra.

On the day of the robbery, you were the getaway driver and he went in gun in tow and held them up. Before the bank robbery, you wished Baron good luck and kissed him deeply and passionately as if it could be the last time he would ever kiss you. Coming back to the car with the money and goods like expensive watches and jewelry, you and Baron got away. After a few more robberies he was arrested and you made your getaway. He convinced the police it was all on him. In prison, you visited him and had the best conjugal visits with wild and crazy back-scratching sex. Soon you worked as a guard and helped him to escape prison. On the run now you had to get even better disguises and he changed his look by cutting his hair short and going a bit incognito. Lady Baron still made a presence though as you were dressed as a man and Ms. Lady Baron drove the getaway car evading officers. Driving far away from his hometown to visit his mom who was sick in hospice and bringing her the pills was the most important task. The money you had stolen counted up close to a million and with that money you bought a better and nicer car that was a sleek red Corvette. You eventually got matching tattoos of flaming hearts. Soon you got married at a little ceremony with Mama Eda and an ordained wedding officiant. The honeymoon was in Brooklyn, New York City, and Niagara Falls NY was the best part of it. When the time was right you got a puppy together she was a pomeranian from animal control. You named her Spike. Spike didn't like many people except for you, Baron, and Mama Eda. For the longest time, you tried hard for a baby and soon you were pregnant with a beautiful baby girl. You named her Eda. Less than 2 years later you had a boy then another girl. You named the kids Bonnie and Clyde. Thanks to the best doctors and medicine, Mama Eda got the best treatment and recovered gradually. Now living out in the country you had a farm with horses, ducks, goats, and cows. It was a nice farming life and you loved Baron more than anything else. The feeling was mutual.

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[ya-zz]

Hiii, I love your writing! Could we get something about diesel baron? 🥺 He doesn’t get much love and I’d love to see your interpretation of this skin!

Ooo Second time writing Diesel Baron, lets go (did I make this gif just for this req? yes)

It was the dead of night when Ramattra heard a knock at the door to his home. It caught him off guard, as it would anyone. Why would someone be knocking so late?

The lights on the wall flicker as he walks past, whether it was his aura or the failing electrics, he didn't care.

When he opens the door to see you standing there, he tilts his head in curiosity. You spoke up, albeit quietly. The rain had you completely drenched and you sought shelter for the night.

A stranger asking another stranger for housing in the dead of night was something he had only read about in books, but for it to happen to him, he was surprised.

Letting strangers into your home was one thing, but for you to trust him was another. Had you not heard the stories about him? The endless rumours regarding who and what he was? Were you just completely oblivious?

He shakes off the thoughts and lets you inside, offering to take your coat which you decline. You were already asking too much, you couldn't ask for more. He stifles the chuckle as he escorts you towards the reading room where the fire was already lit. Cloaked in purple, he walks through one of the many hallways of the estate, staff in hand that clanks against the hardwood flooring. With each step, the floorboards creak.

Ramattra watches you sit by the fire upon entering the room, relishing in the warmth before he leaves momentarily to bring you a towel.

There was something about him, something kind, you thought. While yes, you had heard the stories, you never believed them. What a mistake that would turn out to be.

"These things do not come without a price, you know."

—

KOFI

[luthientinuvielss]

Marmalade getting huge into Valentine's Day after officially meeting her Special Agent is so fun no matter which way you slice it.

If they're not together yet, she would send a gaudy Valentine card with the note "Take a break, Special Agent. Wish you were here xoxo" and a box of the specialty Valentine's strawberry moon pies, maybe even dropping a subtle tease about where she had been lately.

If they are together, however... She would set up hidden Valentine's gifts and drop the clues in notes she'd leave on Otis's pillow. The gifts range from the world's worst heart shaped cookie she attempted to bake, to tickets to a screening of their favorite old movie, and then something beyond surprising like tricking him into meeting Mama Eda for the first time over a family dinner just the three of them, or crocheting a blanket and stitching her most obscene plans for them into it.

Otis, of course, would get her flowers (her not so subtle hints for over a week that she likes roses and daisies the best would remind him to pick up a bouquet). He would bravely eat a bite of anything she dared to cook herself, but have secretly planned delivery once they both give up the ruse that her cheddar cheese and hot dog lasagna was meant for human consumption.

[wordlesslyjenneh]

Drabble prompt 56: Everything For You

“Will you sacrifice everything?” Kain asked, as Rosa packed her bag. “Is… it really worth it?”

“Is Cecil worth it, you mean?” Rosa corrected him. “And yes. I’d give everything for him.” She paused. “There used to be a time where’d you give everything, too. What happened?”

Kain said nothing, having no answer.

“Come with me to Kaipo to find Cecil,” Rosa implored.

“No,” Kain said. “The new Lord Captain has plans for me.”

“Aren’t I worth it?” Rosa asked quietly. “I’d give everything for you, too, if you’d let me.”

Kain looked aside, unable to meet her earnest eyes.

[gosecretscribbles]

Rise August 2024 Day 3: Todd

“Guess who’s heee-eeere!” Muninn sang, flying into Draxum’s lab.

The lab had only recently been rebuilt and still had bits of rubble swept into the corners. The skylight that took up most of the roof was cracked and filmed with rubble dust. The light filtered grudgingly down to the counters lining the walls, all laden with glass beakers, notebooks, and grimoires. A long-haired teenager in battle armor sat on one of the counters, casually swinging his legs. Baron hunched next to him, carefully pouring a bubbling pink liquid into an empty beaker.

Baron glanced over his shoulder, scowling. “Do you mind?”

“Oh we absolutely don’t,” Huginn assured him. “Anyway, since you won’t guess – it’s Todd!”

“Lemonade!” Todd announced, stepping through the doorway with a platter full of very full glasses.

CJ’s eyes lit up. “Todd! I haven’t had your lemonade in ages!”

“Oh? Are you one of the folks from Alaska who needed a little citrus sunshine?”

“Alaska?” CJ repeated, taking a glass. “No, um – I’m from the future, actually. An apocalypse where the Krang wiped out all life on earth. You ran out of ingredients for your lemonade when I was five or six.”

Huginn hissed through his teeth. “Riiiight, sorry, Todd. We didn’t know CJ would be here or we would’ve told you his Tragic Backstory TM.”

“Um, okay?”

“He’s been useful,” Barry said shortly. “He told me quite a bit about my experiments in mystic energy and life force manipulation. It’s advanced my research by several years.”

He finished pouring. The air in the apparently-empty beaker suddenly turned bright pink, then condensed into a bright pink cloud. The cloud rained tiny droplets and a little vine grew from the base of the beaker. The vine crackled with tiny lines of lightning, flexing its leaves in an unmistakable threat to its creator.

“Aw, it’s cute!” Todd cooed. “Like a…little angry bonsai. So! Lemonade?”

“You really should take a break,” CJ told Barry.

Barry rolled his eyes and straightened. Or rather, tried to straighten. His back popped several times in the attempt. He glared at CJ, who very pointedly hid his grin in a glass of lemonade.

“What did I do to deserve this,” Barry grumbled.

“You completed your sticker chart!” Huginn said proudly. Beside him, Muninn whipped out a wrinkled Bingo sheet with squares that read ‘Hug My Son’ and ‘Exist In the Same Room as Lou Jitsu Without Violence for Two Minutes.’ The stickers were all tiny glittery stars.

Barry glared daggers at them. “You have ten seconds to remove that from my sight.”

Muninn giggled. “It’s okay, boss! We know you’re the tsundere type!”

“Yeah,” Huginn added. “If you really meant it, you’d have – hey!”

A vine dropped from the ceiling, grew fangs, and swallowed the sheet in one bite.

“Does the vine want lemonade, too?” Todd asked cheerfully.

Baron grumbled under his breath and CJ just shrugged, so Todd offered it a glass. The vine ate the whole thing, burped, then drifted slowly towards the jar, as if contemplating dessert. The monster bonsai grew a mouth and hissed at it.

“So, an apocalypse, huh?” Todd asked, setting the platter down. Huginn and Muninn descended on the remaining glasses. “Does that have anything to do with the alien invasion?”

CJ grimaced. “Yeah. I’m…still getting used to things here. I know people lived separately Before, with humans and youkai completely separate, but it’s weird to see it in action. I like walking around the Hidden City more than New York. It feels a lot like one of our bases on a busy day.”

“Maybe you could show me around! I haven’t really visited it beyond a few restaurants. It would be neat to learn more about youkai customs!”

CJ frowned. “But…you…are a youkai?”

“Nope!” Todd said cheerfully. “Born human!”

“He’s a product of my oozequitoes,” Barry said. He swatted at the big vine, which had been creeping closer and closer to the jar. The bonsai blew a raspberry at it.

“Huh,” CJ said thoughtfully. “You never said. I mean, there were a few mutant rebel leaders, but they usually made a lot of noise about being human. Why didn’t you?”

Todd shrugged. “I can’t speak for Future Me, but mutating was never really that upsetting. People change all the time. Experiences, memories, friendships, even just the passing of time can shape who you are. This is just a change you can see on the outside.”

“I guess,” CJ said dubiously. “Except you seem exactly the same as the last time I saw you, minus the scars.”

“Oh, rugged Todd!” Muninn exclaimed. “Just like that time he tried to break into Barry’s stronghold!”

Todd sighed. “Ambush strategies are not my strong suit.”

“Cheer up, Todd!” Huginn landed on his shoulder. “You still can still infiltrate any stronghold with the power of kindness and lemonade!”

Muninn landed on his other shoulder. “Does lemonade count as bribery? Is Todd actually secretly manipulative?”

Huginn gasped. “That was a twist I did not see coming!”

Barry rolled his eyes. “Don’t you two have anything better to do than annoy me?”

Huginn shook his head. “Nah, we cleared our calendars to celebrate your sticker chart. It’s important to celebrate personal milestones!”

“You would know that if you read the parenting book we got you,” Muninn added.

“I do not need to know six ways to get a child to eat their vegetables! And I highly doubt that the number of hugs per day affects physiological development, or everyone within a five-mile radius of Michelangelo would be twice the size of Raphael! That book is absurd!”

“Then why did you highlight those pages?” Huginn asked innocently.

Barry twitched. The bonsai leaped out of the jar and smacked Huginn in the face. Huginn fell off Todd’s shoulder with a squeal, clawing at the plant as it lit up with numerous tiny shocks.

“Ow! Ow! It’s like a really angry sock! Get it off!”

“Oops,” Barry said flatly.

CJ chuckled. “I guess some things never change.”

A/N: I had so much trouble thinking of what to write, but now that I did I'm just picturing Todd bringing everybody lemonade in the middle of the apocalypse. Where does he keep getting it? Does he have secret stashes buried everywhere? Does he keep the ingredients hidden in his enormous mustache?? (That's why it's so big, it's full of secrets.)

@sariphantom

[nhi-theuserof-this]

Movie six spoilers

Guys I just watched movie six and how dare nobody act horrified at the scene after the flower gets shot

Listen, listen I get the body horror and the luffy suffering but if I’m being fr here one of the scariest parts was the scene everything went back to ‘normal”. The scene where all the arrows vanished and all those fucking people just “🧍🧍‍♀️🧍🧍🧍‍♂️->🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿” without so much as a sound que. that is horrifying because it’s established that they don’t consciously know that they’re dead. They think they’re people and they notice unusual things but they don’t if they know what’s good for them and then suddenly after feeling all rejuvenated or whatever moments ago and cheering and talking and then—! 🧍->🌿

Ohhhhhhh I am having brains over here dude

[donsandvoss]

A new ending of The Baron in the Trees

A gale pulled Cosimo’s ballon across the Sardinia, towards a cruising ship.

“Madame, a ballon upon us is landing. Shall we…”

Viola went on deck, seeing it landed on the mast, inside it a familiar silhouette she recognized immediately. She climbed close to him.

After ebbs and flows, what was memorable becomes even more.

“I swear to never see you around, yet here you stand.”

“And I’ll never touch the ground, yet here I stand.”

“You are on a mast. Your promise still counts.”

They grinned with tears, swallowing the past desolated years, cruising towards the other side of ocean.

[svnnynostalgia]

silco x afab! reader (drabble)

cw: oral sex/cunnilingus, face sitting

thinking about how long Silco was able to hold his breath at that chem baron meeting, and realizing, holy shit. this man could probably stay below you for a damn good amount of time.

I mean come on now, just imagine....

he'd be so coercive, easing all your worries about him and easing you into sinking yourself right atop his face, instead of your previous, hovering state. he'd sense just how tense your thighs are and give them a reassuring squeeze.

this man is a gentleman in bed and I will die on that hill.

he's so gentle at first, placing soft kisses on the expanse of your inner thighs, making a trail towards your pussy. slow and sensual suckling at your clit, tracing little circles on your thighs, wrapped oh so tightly around his head. telling you to relax without saying a word.

but once he puts you at ease he gets bolder, savoring you. circling his tongue around your entrance before he fucks you with his tongue, exploring as far as he could. his hands practically anchoring you down to him, not letting you get away.

he'd have you tugging at his hair, messing his meticulously slicked back do. and he'd just look so good, hair sticking out and on his face, something about him being all messed up just has a chokehold on you.

he'd have your eyes rolling back, toes curled too. you've probably cum already, detached from his lips and all he'd take is a deep inhale, not even rushed or panting. just one long drag of oxygen.

[misswynters]

Tag you’re it!

— short drabble

featuring. ekko x reader

Ekkos super lucky to have a cool and awesome partner like you in his life. He gives you his jacket <3 and i absolutely need him fr fr.

Zaun’s night was alive, a symphony of life and danger. Neon lights buzzed erratically, painting the streets in streaks of vibrant pinks and greens. The air was thick with humidity and the acrid stench of fumes rising from the ever-churning pipes of the undercity. You stood alone on one of the higher walkways, gazing down at the labyrinth of narrow streets below. It wasn’t safe to linger in one spot too long, especially not for someone with your reputation.

You adjusted the sleeves of the pink and black leather jacket you wore, Ekko’s jacket. It hung loose around your shoulders, the fabric worn and patched in places but still carrying the faintest scent of him. The shorts and cropped tank top you paired with it left your legs free to move. And an essential choice given your weapon of choice: rollerblades strapped snugly to your feet. It was fast, so fast that it left pink marks on its wake.

Below you, Zaun moved like clockwork. People shuffled between stalls, exchanging goods, whispers, and the occasional stolen glance over their shoulders. Somewhere in the distance, a fight broke out, the sound of shouts and the shattering of glass punctuating the night. You exhaled deeply, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

Your girls weren’t with you tonight. The Indigo club, a group you’d built from nothing, had made a name for itself in Zaun. You helped the downtrodden, fought back against the gangs and chem-barons in your own chaotic way, and had fun doing it. For tonight though, you’d sent them home. Sometimes, the quiet helped. But it wasn’t working. The memories pressed against the edges of your mind, unrelenting.

The Enforcers had come without warning. You were only seven, sitting at the dinner table with your parents and siblings, laughing over some silly story your brother had told. Then came the shouts, the crash of boots against the door, and the sharp, metallic ring of gunfire.

Your family’s blood had stained the floorboards, and you’d been left alive, frozen in shock, staring into the lifeless eyes of your mother. That was when Silco had found you, a trembling, hollow child, and taken you under his wing. He’d molded you into something sharp and unbreakable, but even he hadn’t been able to keep you tethered. You’d escaped his world, too, carving out your own existence in Zaun’s shadows.

A sharp sound brought you back to the present.

“Gotta say, you wear that jacket way better than I ever did.”

You turned, a smirk tugging at your lips. Ekko stood a few feet away, his Z-Drive glowing faintly at his side. He looked at you the way he always did, like you were a storm he was more than willing to stand in the path of.

“Yeah?” you teased, placing a hand on your hip. “Could’ve fooled me. It’s a little big.”

He grinned, his gaze sweeping over you. “It’s not the jacket, it’s you. You make anything look good.”

“Smooth,” you replied, rolling your eyes. But you felt the warmth creeping up your neck.

Ekko stepped closer, his expression softening. “You okay? You’ve been out here alone for a while.”

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice steady. “Just needed some air. It’s been quite a day.”

“More like a life,” he muttered, his tone bitter. He reached out, brushing his fingers against your arm.

You looked away, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “Atleast i’m not alone. I have my girls, and I have you.”

“And yet, here you are, by yourself,” he said pointedly.

“Maybe I wanted some company.” You shot him a sideways glance, a challenge in your eyes. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“I heard someone was lurking on the rooftops in my jacket,” he replied, smirking. “Thought I’d check it out.”

“Well, now that you’re here,” you said, stepping back and adjusting your rollerblades, “how about a game?”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of game?”

“Tag,” you said simply, your smirk widening. “You and me. I’ve got my wheels, and you’ve got your fancy time-travel thing. Let’s see who’s faster.”

Ekko crossed his arms, a playful light in his eyes. “You’re seriously challenging me? You know I can rewind time and i have a hoverboard, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, waving him off. “We’ll see how much that helps you when you’re eating my dust.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, you’re on. But don’t cry when I win.”

“Keep dreaming, Z-man.”

The game was chaos, pure and simple. You darted through Zaun’s twisting streets, the wheels of your rollerblades clattering against the uneven ground. Ekko chased you with his hoverboard, his Z-Drive whirring faintly every time he rewound a moment to close the distance.

You weaved between stalls, leaping over crates and sliding under low-hanging pipes with practiced ease. Ekko wasn’t far behind, his agility and quick reflexes keeping him on your tail.

“You’re not bad for a guy who can rewind time!” you called over your shoulder, laughing breathlessly.

“Ha! You’re not bad for someone I’m about to catch!” he shot back, his voice filled with exhilaration.

Just as he was about to grab your arm, you executed a sharp turn, ducking into an alley and out of his reach. His frustrated groan echoed behind you, and you couldn’t help but grin. The chase continued until you reached an open courtyard, the neon lights reflecting off the slick pavement. You skidded to a stop, panting but grinning triumphantly.

“Give up yet?” you teased, leaning on your knees.

Ekko appeared seconds later, breathing just as hard but with a smug look on his face. “You wish.”

Before you could respond, he lunged, wrapping an arm around your waist and spinning you around. You laughed, the sound echoing through the courtyard, as he set you down and held you close.

“I fucking adore you” he said, his forehead resting against yours.

“I know you do,” you replied, your breath mingling with his. For a moment, the world seemed to slow. His eyes searched yours, and you felt the weight of his gaze, the unspoken connection between you.

“You’re it,” he whispered, tagging your side lightly.

“Cheater,” you murmured, but there was no heat in your words.

“That’s me,” he said with a grin, his hand slipping down to intertwine with yours. He knew he can never be on your bad side, i mean with the way he always looked at you. With those cute puppy brown eyes. Absolutely cute. Absolutely handsome indeed he was. You were lucky to have him in your life, treating you with the outmost respect and kindness you didn’t think you deserved.

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[windyremedy]

𝐵𝒩𝐻𝒜 masterlist ⊹₊⋆ ✦ . ⁺

☀︎ — sfw ⏾ — nsfw ★ — both

BAKUGOU KATSUKI 💥

oneshots!

★ love at first watch (actor reader): bakugou had been a fan of you since he could remember. collecting merchandise and attending fan events of your shows despite not exactly being the demographic for it. when the truth comes to light about his admiration about a particular actress, his childhood dream might’ve just come true.

☀︎ i’m gonna marry her anyway (childhood friend reader): growing up with the loud mouthed boy wasn’t something your dad necessarily approved of. he’d often encourage you to steer away from him in favor of other possible friends but you two somehow always managed to stick together throughout the years. your father thought the relationship was one off and eventually it’d fade with time but things only got more serious when bakugou would ask for your fathers blessing, one that he wasn’t so keen on giving at all.

⏾ time machine mishap (omegaverse au): after volunteering to test out a time machine, you went back in the time of the dinasour era. where you get found by a certain dinasour hybrid.

☀︎ b-b-boyfriend: he wants that cookie so effing bad but reader is oblivious to it all.

— domestic series

☀︎ stressful shenanigans: your husband’s reaction when your child tells you to “shut up” wasn’t what you expected.

☀︎ reeling revelation: finding out their bestfriend is a dad in the most unexpected way possible.

☀︎ puppy pleads: realizing that katsuki does everything you want ft. my dad with the dog he said he didn’t want.

drabbles!

☀︎ unamused: saying suspicious things infront of your boyfriend.

★ revoked privileges: when holding it for him goes wrong.

series!

☀︎ falling for you, literally (soulmate au): soulmates have been around as long as quirks have even existed, there were many kinds of ways a person could find their other half too! be it through similar tattoos or first words. but you didn’t have either of that— no, you had a book. where whenever someone would describe your soulmate it would appear on the pages. however after learning what their like you start to hope you’d never meet them. but ofcourse nothing ever goes your way.

★ redemancy (fantasy/viking! au): what happens when a stranger mistakes you as their wife after possibly being the cause of their amnesia?

★ love me not (royal! au): as the second daughter of a fallen baron family, your parents took it upon themselves to enter your older sister in the competition to possibly become the new crowned kings wife. though before things actually got finalized your sister expressed her immense displeasure and volunteered you instead. while your parents dismissed it at first you eventually become the participant to appease your sisters wishes. now you must go through the many trials the competition presents and at least get to the second round to prove your parents wrong. however you seemed to stay for a lot longer when the next leader took much more interest in you than you expected.

★ tentaclerinth (alien! au): crashing into a foreign planet wasn't one of the tasks assigned to you by the space association. but after a ship malfunction there was no other way to save yourself unless you disengaged from the spacecraft. now you must figure out a way out of this labyrinth of a planet and.....tentacles?

more tba..

TODOROKI SHOTO ❄️💥

oneshots!

☀︎ like em mean (mean girl reader): todoroki’s been told over and over that his girlfriend’s attitude isn’t the nicest and he wholeheartedly knows that. yeah you’re mean but not by so much, just enough in his opinion. here is one of the many times girls have approached him and you coming to the rescue, brutally.

more tba..

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voiceless - drabble(ish)

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x reader

summary: being the wife of Feyd mean you aren't afforded the freedoms you once had including your opinion || warnings: borderline abusive relationship, prejudice, sexism || word count: 350 || masterlist

House Harkonnen was known across the galaxy for their brutality. They are heirs of cruelty because they were taught that cruelty will keep them in power. And it was because of that power that your father had decided that you would be wed into their great house.

The youngest nephew of the Baron and his heir, Feyd-Rautha would be your betrothed, your husband. He was barely older than you, a fresh adult with a penchant for blood and suffering and everything his house stood for. It was as if you were to be married to the devil himself.

After your union, there were certain things you'd immediately noticed. Women were objects, slaves or servants to the Harkonnens, they were not equal people. You could tell yourself that your value came from your experience, you intellgience and your knowledge. But in truth, to the Harkonnen's, your value came from your name and your father's money. Perhaps the pretty face helped but the power you were privy to mattered more.

Feyd ignored you most days, only acknowledging your presence when he returned to your chambers. When he did acknowledge you then, it was only to request that you help him change and be ready for bed. You joined him one day, shadowing him but always staying a few steps behind.

“Why do you follow me, wife?”

You pause in your step as your husband turns to face you, a calculating look in his eyes. “Am I forbidden from spending time with you?”

“Our time shared is within our bedchambers.” Feyd said shortly. There was no room for other discussion as he walked further down the corridor and left you standing in silence.

And as it was, the silence returned to your life. Empty chambers where there was nothing to be done all day. You were judged if you went out without Feyd and yet Feyd refused to be seen with you.

He did not care what you did with your day as long as you were not with him. But because you weren’t with him, you could do nothing with your day.

I have been peer pressured. there is now a part two to this: articulate

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“•Don’t come looking for me •” part 1

Part two: https://www.tumblr.com/random-posts680/750380195361538048/i-knew-youd-be-back

Feyd-Rautha x reader

A/n: this is a Drabble I’ve been working on for the past week and I will most likely make a part two!!

Synopsis: You use your job to hide on different planets from a family feud. While living on Giedi prime you catch the attention of the Na-Barron himself and create very close ties with him. The time you have on the planet though is unfortunately short lived, you flee, leaving behind the man you’d, unknowingly made fall in love with you, Feyd-rautha

Other mentions: soft!Feyd, Feyd is obsessed with reader, reader is oblivious, this turned out a bit angsty but part two will tie it up.

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of death, blade to readers throat, blade mentioned, Feyd is a whole warning in himself.

Everyone knew how cruel and sadistic the Baron harkonnens nephew was.

Everyone knew just what he was capable of.

Anyone who’d ever talked to him without being murdered by his own hands would tell you he was truly terrifying and psychotic, a being who is completely incapable of any feelings such as love, vulnerability, gentleness….

Everyone knew that.

Everyone, but you.

You and feyd-Ruathas entire friendship was rooted from a mishap. You were someone from a far away planet who had come to study the ways of the harkonnens on Giedi Prime, at least that’s the job profile you displayed to them.

The day you arrived there, not a single harkonnen payed you much attention and you weren’t bothered by that, going about your business daily, studying the planet, and occasionally watching the brutal battles in the arena.

Not a soul on Giedi Prime had any idea who you were and what your actual reason was for exploring their planet, and you intended to keep it that way. Keeping your existence to a low and never acting out. Your appearance alone already stood out enough among the harkonnens. The last thing you needed was word getting out of your inhabitants on Giedi prime.

Life on the black and white planet wasn’t as bad as many people picked it out to be. You stuck to your “job” and lived peacefully in your guest coordinates. You ate well, slept well, and trained just fine on your own. Until the day your tranquility was disturbed.

That day you and him crossed paths was by far the most chaotic day you’d had on the planet. You had your things huddled in your arms, your com was ringing with a call from your research centre, your mind was thinking of the quickest way back to the guest chambers, yet your feet were taking you elsewhere.

After realizing you were completely lost, you took a bit to calm down and found the nearest bench along the walls of the stronghold and answered the com to update your work place of your progress on Giedi Prime.

Once the call was over, you grabbed your things, and once again realized you had no idea where the hell you were. You let out a sigh as you turned on your heels only to be met with a blade thrust up against your jugular.

Your feet instantly halted.

“Where are you wondering to?” The person holding the blade rasped out. ‘Shit’ Despite your initial panic, you just simply wanted to get back to your guest room, the day had already been stressful enough and you weren’t the type to be afraid of some sick harkonnen who wanted a rise out of a foreigner. ‘First few weeks on this damn planet and I’m about to get slaughtered for walking in the wrong area.’

You knew the harokenns were a driven race but this was just pretentious.

“I’m trying to find the guest chambers, this place is like a maze, I got lost along the way.” You drawled out, keeping the annoyed tone down a notch, doing your best to not anger the male with the blade.

Seconds went by before he withdrew the knife. As soon as he did you whipped around to face the offender and your heart hammered when you came face to face with the Na-Baron himself.

What you didn’t know is that when your eyes met, Feyd-rauthas heart started to hammer too.

The harkonnen paced around you a few times looking you up and down as you stood still, a skeptical look displayed on your face, yet an intrigued expression on his. ‘What the hell is he doing?’ Your train of thought was stopped when he came closer to you, his face neared yours, his breath tickled your nose and his lips twitched ever so slightly when he was just inches away.

Moments passed but with each one you felt your facade slipping away. You nervously drew your lips into a line as he made eye contact with you once again. His deep blue eyes held something that you couldn’t read. Your act was about to crumble before him.

A few more seconds passed and it was as if your unspoken prayers had been answered when he backed up and simply walked the other way down the hall. You watched with a perplexed look during his exit.

Once he was out of your line of sight you blinked away the look and shook off the interaction. ‘What the actual fuck just happened’ you were completely baffled. He just let you go, no further questions, didn’t give you any directions, and he had gotten so close?!?

You stood for a bit, conflicted. As for the Harkonnen himself, he was feeling waves of ambivalence.

He didn’t know if it was the beauty you possessed or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity once you realized who he was, but from that moment on Feyd-Ruatha was infatuated with you.

The very next day he had come to find you. He’d looked into your cause and he was determined to be the one to show you the culture of the harkonnens.

At first, you weren’t amused with his persistence and it was a wonder to many how he didn’t just force you into letting him be around you. He was always finding ways to bother you after his duties and training. Being with you exhilarated him, the surge of emotions added a new type of pleasure to his days. He wasn’t going to give up an opportunity like this. And he definitely wasn’t going to let any other harkonnen be the one in his future spot next to you.

When you finally realized you weren’t getting rid of him you decided to accept it. You let him tag along on your explorations, let him teach you things about the planet, even going as far as him introducing you to his uncle and brother. (Which ended in Chaos and you two swore never again). Feyd had started to grow on you and you got used to his presence, you even started to enjoy it. It was nice having a friend on the planet, even one who was a blood thirsty murderer, but nonetheless, Feyd was never anything other than respectful and his interesting version of kind to you.

Each day was something new with you, while he was teaching you, you were also teaching him. You and him trained together, ate togther, and talked about almost anything and everything. The topics went from simple things to things that were more intimate and personal. You considered telling him the true reasons why you sprung from planet to planet “exploring,” but you decided it wasn’t wise considering that he may not understand or even believe you. Now, while you recall these memories you regret never telling him that you were in fact running from something.

Surprisingly, Feyd had actually opened up a few times and shared some of his twisted beliefs with you. Even if they were insane you did your best to understand him and point him in directions that would cause a lot less blood shed. To your surprise, he took some of your advice.

He hated how weak you could make him but at the same time he couldn’t get enough of you. He craved you deeply. Everyday he spent with you only made his need for you stronger. The smiles you’d give him, the gentleness of your hands when you would dress his wounds after an arena fight (If he ever had any injuries from the arena that is), the softness of your voice when you would teach him things from your home planet.

It was truly intoxicating to him.

Feyd was incredibly protective of you too. Not letting many get too close to you and always making sure you were unharmed by other harkonenns. Feyd himself had no desire to ever hurt you either, he actually despised the thought of hurting you altogether. It was one of the reasons he didn’t want to force your hand, no matter how badly he wanted his fantasies of you to come true, he knew he wouldn’t take joy in forcing them upon you.

It was safe to say you had worked miracles on him. You were the only being in the entire universe who could bring this side out of him.

Feyd-rautha loved you.

So the day you just disappeared out of no where was a day nobody enjoyed. When he’d realized your absence and was informed that no harkonnen on the face of Giedie prime had any idea where you had gone, he completely lost it. He killed everyone in the room with him in that moment.

He dropped as many bodies as he possibly could that day. Acting as though they were to blame for you disappearance.

He tried to track you, find a trail of where you may have gone, anything to bring you back to him. He looked for hours, not wanting to believe that the trail to your current location was completely cold. It was as if you’d vanished into thin air.

All of your belongings were left in your guest room. Nothing of yours was missing. The only thing that had gone missing the same day you did was…his blade.

The harkonnen thought the worst when he uncovered this detail. He thought of you fighting against some kind of enemy with his blade in hand, defending yourself all alone, while he had no way of protecting you. Feyd had never felt heartache but when he thought of you alone and scared, fighting for your life, it surged through his chest and even put warm, piercing lumps in his throat at times.

There was only one other piece of evidence, but it proved you were alive. A week after finding that his blade was missing he went to your room to search it once again. This time he found a note taped in one of your analysis journals. ‘I’m sorry, don’t come looking for me’ it’s writing was rushed and sloppy.

The harkonnen stared at it before the weight of the situation settled onto him. You had left, you had run away from him. But this also meant you were alive.

Feyds murderous tendencies only grew from then on. He killed for no reason now. Slaughtering anyone if they did something out of his comfort. His anger being taken out on servants, and the drugged slaves in the arena.

Feyd seemed to hate everything other than killing. But the one thing that drove him mad was the fact he couldn’t bring himself to hate you.

Each night he’d have dreams of you. Dreams of your hair flowing in the geidi prime wind. Your smile glowing as he shows you yet another trick of his. Your soft voice pulling him into a deep sleep. At the end of the day, this was the closest he could be to you. Sleep was his escape and Feyd-ruatha was desperate. He wasn’t ashamed to be lulled to sleep by the thought of you every night. His finger tips wrapping around the sheets when his dreams consisted of times with you.

Feyd and you and never been closer than mere friends but you also had no idea that you were everything to him.

Now, as you float through space months after you had made your escape, you replay those memories in your head. And you make a promise to yourself. You won’t get close with anybody again until you are done running.

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A/n: Guys part two is coming

,I promise, I know this is ended sadly 😭

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Baron Konig AU

Hello! This is the masterlist for the Baron Konig AU! Heavily inspired by @beloveds-embrace's Dukedom AU (go read it, it's Good Soup!) and further expanded upon via giggling and plotting men's downfall with @itsa-me-lily, this AU features a maid reader, Duke Soap, and Baron Konig as the main players, with the standard ensemble of course. Things to note: -I try to avoid the use of y/n and 'you' when posting; it just feels weird for me to try and use. -It's my (and I suppose that since there's readers, our?) sandbox, and these are my action figures. Some things will simply be handwaved, like Soap still having the fuckass mohawk. It also means I am going off of vibes and quick Google searches and not 100% period-accurate lore. -In addition to this masterlist, you can also use the '#Baron Konig AU' tag to find things. -I don't use any other tags because I am very shy; that said, please tag as you like and send in asks! It helps me fill in gaps, adjust the plot, and improve overall as a writer! Claimed anon tags: 📖,💎,🕵️‍♀️

Current Status: HIATUS

With all that said, here's the masterlist: MAIN ACT: (Things that are canon and core to the story, though may pull from the Side Plots)

How it Started What Makes Reader Break The Mysterious Baron And So Konig Met Her From Across the Room Does She Tell Him She's Leaving Shopping for Peace Climbing the Language Barrier I Want to Talk With You Music Lessons A Proposal So Discreet Carrying the Load

SIDE PLOTS: (Generally featuring other characters such as Gaz, Price, Ghost, etc. Canon to the story) The Rest of The 141 The Menace Meets His Match

SPIN OFFS: (Things that aren't canon generally, but fun to indulge in)

N/A

HOUSEKEEPING: (Background info or other bits of info not found in a drabble) Second Ending? Reader's Thoughts Coming Into the Barony Details About Konig's Looks Staff of the Barony FANART???: (Holy shit guys we have fanart omg) Official Konig Art!!!