#but you see a man around your son's age in your son's clothing and won't at least think once that he looks like him?)

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Becoming the Breadwinner

David has been a real pain since he turned 18. The kid refuses to get a job, skips school, and spends his time playing video games on the couch. The only effort he puts into anything is girls, and even that he quickly loses interest in.

I love my little brother, but I expect more from him than that. When our parents stepped out of the picture, I was the big brother who stepped up. I dropped out of highschool and got a full time gig at a garage. It was grueling work, but I always put in overtime to make sure David could finish school and play basketball.

Now my lazy brother rarely does either of those things.

"David, did you really just sit on the couch all day," my voice rises as I get home from a long day, "You had chores to do around here."

"I'll get to them tomorrow," he mumbles, staring at the screen.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I stomp over to the TV and turn it off.

"What the hell, bro!" he snaps, "Turn it on."

"No TV until you mow the goddamn lawn!" I roar.

"Lay off me, dad." he scoffs sarcastically, "You used to be fun, bro."

"Oh, am I not fun anymore? Sorry, I don't enjoy putting in 7 days of work a week so you can bum around all day!"

"Whatever, bro," he resigns. I can already tell I'm not going to win. He's already staring at his phone, and there's no way in hell David is picking himself off of this couch tonight.

"I didn't want to resort to this," I explain, "But I don't have a choice, do I? You're going to take on more responsibility from now on, and your going to like it," I say firmly.

"Shut up, bro," he rolls his eyes at me.

"No, you shut it! I'm tired of paying for our house, our food, our lives while you refuse to appreciate any of it! It's my turn to be lazy!"

"Your nuts, bro," David groans, but he shifts in his seat, suddenly growing uncomfortable in his own skin.

"Maybe I am, but you can feel it happening, right?"

"What's happening, bro?" my little brother laughs, but his smile lines deepen as the skin on his face becomes more tired and loose.

The kid's shoulders broaden beneath his t-shirt and his legs lengthen as he fidgets awkwardly on the couch. Then his skin roughens before it looks like it's almost inflating. A small layer of pudge fills out his cheeks and then his neck. His entire torso thickens as his metabolism weakens. David's previously flat stomach grows into a paunchy belly that his now heavy pecs can finally rest on.

"What's happening?" David cries, but his voice cracks and the second word is said several octaves lower than normal.

"It's your turn to play dad," is all I say.

"What?" the deep voice in his throat whimpers, as a thick patch of wiry hair bud around his jaw and neck.

"And I'm tired of our lack of finances" I add, ignoring the desperate look on my brother's rapidly aging face, "You work at the bank. Don't you, dad?"

"I'm not dad!" he says firmly, but between his deeply commanding voice and matured body, it was hard to see him as anything else.

His t-shirt eventually transforms into a collared button up as a wide tie rolls down from his thick neck. A heavy brown belt appears beneath his gut, tightly tucking his slacks into his soft body.

David holds a hand to his creased forehead and groans, "Bro, what's going on?"

"Bro?" I laugh emphatically, "Why are you calling me bro, dad?"

David pauses and then let's out an amused chuckle, "I don't know, son. It was a long day at the bank."

"You're such a weirdo, old man," I add, taking on the bratty tone David had previously been using with me.

My new dad let's out an exaggerated groan as he pulls himself off the couch, "Why are you dressed like a grease monkey, son? You finally get a job?"

I glance down at the worn blue clothes that make up my mechanic uniform. I won't be needing these anymore.

"Nah, dad," I laugh, "I thrifted these. They're vintage."

David let's out a chuckle, "You kids are something else. I'll start on dinner. Chicken sound good for tonight?"

"Whatever," I answer heading for the gaming console in David's old room, "I'm gonna play some videogames. Just let me know when the food's ready."

"Sure thing, pal," my new dad feighns a smile as he steps into the kitchen.

I spent the rest of the night relaxing in David's old room while my father cooked dinner before going straight to bed. He had to be up early to shower and shave before heading to the bank.

Meanwhile, I called the garage and quit. David would be taking care of us for a while. It was his turn to bring in the income, and it was my turn to coast off of his long hours.

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

julia, on a tuesday

"this was unexpected," annie said, rolling off of julia. she'd showed up at annie's apartment unannounced, wanting to fuck.

"i think i'm just," julia sighed. "you know, trying to sew my oats as responsibly as i can before marriage."

"do you think you and jim won't still want to fuck me after you're married?"

"i don't know," julia said. "i mean, at the very least i'd feel like he'd always have to be here. and that taking care of his dick would always be part of the equation."

"and you don't like that? i like taking care of his dick."

"no, I do, i just... i just wanted to come over here and make you cum and cum on you and not have anyone else be a part of it. i wanted to have you to myself."

"that's fucking hot," annie said.

"god, dr. lawrence really did make you into a monster, huh?"

she'd recently confessed to julia that she'd blown robbie twice, expecting julia to be horrified. she wasn't. "you two have that dynamic," she'd said.

julia told annie she'd sent nudes to jim's dad. annie asked to see them. they were fairly tame nudes -- a full frontal mirror shot, a closer pic of her ass. nice tan lines from her beach trip. it was the first thing he'd commented on. then he'd told her she was very sexy and his son was a lucky man. she told him it was reassuring how hot he was, she knew jim would age well. then she asked him if his cock still worked. he'd sent her a picture of his erection. "now i know what i'm giving you for father's day," she'd replied.

annie had immediately made the leap to their own fathers, and asked julia if she'd suck off her dad if he asked.

"if he asked?"

"yeah."

"why would he ask?"

"i don't know, he's really horny and his wife won't do it."

julia parents were divorced. unlike annie, she got along fine with her mother. her father was remarried to a woman ten years younger than julia's mom, who annie honestly thought looked a lot like julia's mother, and like julia.

"i don't know."

"like, it's not gross to you though, right?"

"no," julia said. "i mean, men really like getting their cocks sucked and it's not like i haven't very casually sucked strangers' cocks before."

"right," annie said. "if my dad asked me to i would do so immediately."

"well yeah, but you're very much a daddy's girl. he knows you'd suck his cock."

"you think so?"

"you make that very clear."

"huh," annie said. "you haven't answered my question."

"you would fuck your dad."

annie mused on this. "yeah," she said. she laughed.

"and i... yeah, i guess if my dad was like julia please help me out, i'm so hard up, just suck my cock a little, i'd do it."

"and if he wanted you to take off your shirt while you did?"

"well, that is just responsible, i don't want to get his cum on my clothes. honestly in your scenario i imagined myself naked."

annie's dad started calling on facetime, so annie answered. he took in the image of her and julia laying on her bed together, tits out.

"what are you two up to?" he asked.

"oh it's just hot today." annie said. she angled the camera down to their pussies. "so we're laying around naked."

"Well, that is very nice," he said. "love your tan lines, julia."

"thank you mr. anderson," julia giggled.

annie ended up calling him back a few hours later. he asked if she and julia were having an affair, and she laughed and said, "very mildly, i suppose. she told him they were regularly sexually active but 'around the boys.'"

"as in robbie, too?"

"well, julia sleeps with robbie sometimes, yes."

"no wonder he's staying with you, you'll have to pry him out of there."

"i like having him around."

"but if things get more serious with you and ted..."

"they won't," annie said.

"what makes you say that?"

"all we do is fuck. you know, when he was a patient, it was all we wanted to do. so it's all we do now."

"i always say that's the most important thing,"

"but when it's the only thing..."

"your mother has been very horny lately."

"i love that for you."

"always sending me nude photos, sex every day, she likes to have me watch her touch herself... i'm so glad she's feeling so attractive but i don't know what brought it on."

"summertime," annie said.

"is mom sending you more nudes?" she asked robbie when she was off the phone with her dad. robbie laughed. "yeah," he said. "it rocks."

he pulled up their message thread. two days earlier, she'd sent him a full frontal pic from the bathroom with the caption, "good morning, just hopping in the shower, what are you doing?"

he'd responded with a nude bathroom pic of his own, cock activated but not hard, flashing a peace sign. "getting in the shower too."

later, she'd sent a pic of herself in just panties in the kitchen with the caption "i still haven't gotten dressed yet."

he'd responded with a picture of his cock in julia's mouth.

"when did this happen?" annie asked.

"she stopped by yesterday," robbie said. he'd captioned the photo, "I am hanging out with annie's friend julia."

"you are so bad!" his mom had replied. "isn't she engaged?"

"yeah but we have fun sometimes," he'd said.

"it looks like you're having fun," she said.

and then she'd sent him a picture of herself riding their dad's cock. she was on him reverse cowgirl, taking the photo in the mirror. annie gawked at her father's balls. he was all the way inside her, no real view of his shaft.

"now i'm having fun" she'd written.

"not to be a weirdo but you look so good taking a dick," he'd told her. "so pretty."

"thank you," she'd written. "obviously i didn't send that until after. cleaning up now." it came with a photo of cum on her stomach.

"did you take anymore?" he asked.

"yes but they're too graphic," she'd replied.

"i can handle it," he said. and he'd sent her a picture of his cock in julia's pussy from behind.

she's responded with a lamplit photo of her pussy gripping her husband's shaft. he was glistening with her juices. "i had just climaxed on him," she explained.

"looks so good," he'd responded. "gorgeous."

annie took a moment to briefly marvel at the sight of his veiny cock and her immaculate pussylips gripping it.

"mom has like a pornstar pussy," annie said.

"so you do," robbie said.

"thank you, i know," she said.

that night she met sophie for a drink by the art school. sophie told her she'd met up with claire again already, at her dad's apartment because claire's boyfriend was in town.

"how did you meet her?" sophie asked.

"my best friend is getting married, we tried on dresses with her."

"that's cute," sophie said. "and you hit on her?"

"a little but she really came on to me."

"interesting, isn't it?" sophie said. "every time i've slept with an ostensibly straight girl it was when she was going through a stressful time."

"that has been my experience too," annie said. "on both sides."

"stress-borne lesbianism," sophie mused. "you should write an essay."

sophie could drink a lot more than annie could. before long, annie was very drunk, and didn't really understand where she was until sophie was leading her into an apartment.

"richard's place!?" annie nearly shrieked. "i shouldn't."

"chill," sophie said. "he's out. you just need to lay down for a while."

annie woke up on sophie's bed. sophie was at her desk on a laptop, editing photos.

"hey," annie said. "i have to pee and maybe throw up."

sophie gestured to a little doorway in her room that led to what was obviously her private bath. it was lit with pink bulbs and smelled like blood orange. annie got her act together and returned to sophie's room. "i can get an uber home," she said.

"or," sophie said, "you can sleep over." she stood up in a way that made her intentions clear.

"oh," annie said. "oh, i would like that."

sophie took her dress off and climbed onto her bed. she was in a black lace bra and matching thong. they stayed in their underwear for quite a while, kissing and touching. annie made sophie cum with her fingers, which felt like an accomplishment. sophie went down on annie, finally pulling her panties off. after annie came they scissored a little, annie's wet, spit-coated pussy ruining sophie's thong. it was an over an hour before they actually got naked. sophie produced a strap-on dildo, something annie had never even seen in real life, and proceeded to fuck annie's brains out with it. when annie tried to pick it up and put it on, sophie instead requested that annie lick her nipples while she used a vibrator. annie was happy to honor this very specific request, which got sophie off in explosive fashion.

they passed out shortly after, sweaty and nude.

annie woke up alone in sophie's bed, terrified that she'd see richard in the apartment. she frantically texted sophie but got no answer. straightening herself up, she got dressed, walked out into an empty apartment, and fled.

[requiescat-in-pace-bastardo]

Codextober Day 1: Ancestor

It was a bright and sunny day in the marketplace of Firenze. A worn, old man with kind eyes sat in the city square watching his wife and daughter. The man watched as people walked around the city he had once ruled. He thought back to his younger days of scaling rooftops and fighting Pazzi boys.

A young man came to the elder one. He complained about the city and reminded the elder of himself back in his days of arrogant youth. After the boy had left, Ezio looked around Firenze. He saw Flavia and Sofia, his lovely family. Yet something else was appearing. His vision seemed to swim and fade as the present and past collided.

The old man saw a hawk fly and heard it cry. He saw the feather fall onto the ground and then he saw him... It was a boy. He was young with raven hair and fancy clothes. He had a handful of feathers. Ezio's eyes widen as he saw the young boy. He hadn't aged a day.

"Petruccio?" Ezio questioned. The man knew he was dreaming. His little brother had died decades ago, yet here he was just as he remembered. Ezio smiled as he recognized his younger brother.

"Ezio!" the boy called. He ran to his brother and hugged him. He was cold and weak, but somehow warm and solid. "I've come to fetch you, Ezio! Mother and Father said it's time for you to join us. We all miss you." He explained.

Ezio looked at the boy curiously. "We?" He asked.

"Sí, idiota! Now come on! We never finished our race on the rooftops." A new voice said. Ezio froze and his eyes filled with tears. He turned to see a brunette in red clothes that had only been a few years older than him when he had been executed.

"Federico? I... I'm sorry, brother. I tried to save you. I tried to save all of you." The old man was close to tears. He felt the immense pain and regret that he had carried all his life. Even as an old man he felt the pain of his family's death. He felt like the tragedy was his fault.

"Ezio, do not cry. You were not at fault for our tragic ends. If anything, you saved and avenged the Auditore. You were a better Assassin than Mario, Federico, or myself. Do not dwell on the past. We're proud." Another voice said. Ezio stood up and hugged the man.

"Father! It's really you. I.... I missed you. I did everything I could to carry the legacy. I hope I made you proud." He said through tears. He clung to the man like a child.

"Ah, there's my son. I see Petruccio listened well." Maria said. She looked at her son lovingly. "Come, Ezio. You're time is done. You've served your cause. Our family can be together. All we need is you and Claudia. Though she won't be here for some time."

"What about Sofia? Flavia? Who will care for them?" He asked worried. Maria smiled.

"They'll find their way. We'll watch over them like we've been watching you this whole time. Also, I would be wary of mentioning your wife. Your lovers might be jealous." Maria teased. Ezio was confused and then he saw two figures that were not the Auditore family.

"Leonardo? Cristina?!" Ezio gasped. He fell to his knees. "Mi caro. My loves." Ezio rushed to Cristina and kissed her. He spun her around and then he saw Leonardo and kissed him fiercely. He looked at his past lovers. Leonardo smiled. Cristina held Ezio's hand.

"Come, my friend. We have much to catch up on. Thankfully, we have an eternity to do it. Requiescat in pace, old friend." Leonardo said. Ezio nodded.

"Requiescat in pace. I think it's time for this old man to rest." Ezio agreed.

And so, Ezio Auditore da Firenze met his loved ones on the other side and entered the beyond with his family and his lovers. As he did, he was pulled into the Firenze of his youth with a younger body, so that he could do what he loved most: running on rooftops and being with his family.

[dantesleftball]

Nero…getting outed by Dante. Then Nero gets royal treatment from the twins. I really need to work on my titles

Fanfic/drabble/random idea inspired by yourdailywritingprompt on tiktok!

If you are confused about their ages, I wrote this as if dmc5 happened much sooner after dmc4 than it canonically did. Think Nero is around 18 in this.

It was a great idea. A glorious one, if Dante can say so himself. It's July after all, the weather so hot it could practically melt the skin off your bones. In this kind of unbearable heat, Dante had the bright idea to bring his family to a water park. Just to cool off. And if he got to dunk his adorable nephew into a big body of water? That's just a bonus.

So, off Dante went, proposing the idea to his brother and that random kid that just hangs around the Devil May Cry. He's met with instantaneous rejection, even having to dodge a miscellaneous projectile that definitely did not come flying from Vergil. But somehow, through some miracle, the two ended up accompanying Dante to the park with the promise of ice cream to Nero and cleaning the house for a whole week to Vergil.

The idea of a water park didn't sit right with Nero. Not at all. A place where he was expected to wear minimal clothing, probably take his shirt off and out himself in front of his father and uncle? He had no idea where his family stood on that topic, and he wasn't about to risk losing the good relationship he finally has with them over a stupid water park… And why was Dante eyeing him like that?

He figured that arguing against the prospect would only make him look more suspicious so he had to settle on going, but keeping his shirt on and staying very clear of the water. His binder does it's job rather perfectly under normal circumstances, but if his white shirt were to get soaked…yeah he'd rather not think about that.

The park was surprisingly vacant upon their arrival. There were a few other families alongside them and a few elderly couples, but other than that it was pretty empty. Weird, guess people usually avoid the mid-day sunburn huh? Nero took the chance to find a nice place in the shade to set down their bags while Vergil pulled out his leather bound book and sat on a sunbed. He looked around to see Dante immediately take off his shirt and jump into one of the pools that had a clear sign up with "Jumping Prohibited". He waited out the small waves his uncle created and sat down on the edge of the pool, his legs soaked up to the knee.

"You're not going in?" Dante floated towards him and shook his head like a wet dog, leaving a grimace on Nero's face.

"...Nah, I'm not a fan of swimming. I'll leave all the pink eye to you."

"Ha, ha, what a courtesy. Fine, if you don't swim, at least drag your old man over here for me? God knows he hasn't had a moment to relax since we came back from hell."

"Are you sure making him swim around in a large body of water is going to relax him?"

"...Just bring him over?"

Nero sighed but got up from his spot and started walking towards Vergil, still very much wearing his coat and reading his book. In like 30 degrees weather (we're using celsius here, but since I'm not an asshole that's like 86 f for you americans).

"…Uh-"

"Go tell Dante that I'm not walking all that way for him to just pull me into that despicable public pool and make a fool of me. I am just fine sitting here until he gets tired of swimming around like an excitable dog."

"And why don't you go tell him yourself?"

Vergil peers over the edge of the book up at Nero and glares at his question. For all he's trying to look intimidating, it takes all of the son's willpower to not laugh and point out how much he looks like a grumpy cat.

"I won't be your message boy."

"Nero you're killing me. You're killing your father."

"...You're insufferable."

Nero shook his head and turned on his heels, walking back to where Dante is happily floating on his stomach. With his head under the water. Huh, was it always that easy to get rid of him?

He stretched his leg out over the edge of the pool and shoved his uncle's side, effectively pushing him under the water and sending him into a small panic, flailing his arms and trying to stand upright.

"Remind me why we're keeping you around?"

"Because that one still hasn't paid child support." He gestured over his shoulder back at Vergil, who, sensing the mention, glared at them like the upset cat he was once again.

"And why won't mister grumpy pants come here and cool off instead of dying in that godforsaken coat of his?"

"Beats me. Probably doesn't like the water. I'm not going in either, you'll have to be the wet dog of this crew. Kinda like Scooby Doo."

"Don't you Scooby Doo my ass, I'm not worthy of that title." Dante looked over at Nero with a worrying look that had the teen scoot back a step, but before he could retort, Dante moved to get out of the pool.

"Come on, let's convince your dad the water isn't evil."

Nero nodded and got up from the edge of the pool, eyeing Dante suspiciously for a moment. When the older one didn't give any sign that he was up to any stupid pranks, Nero had made the fatal mistake of turning his back on his uncle.

Almost as soon as the kid turned around, Dante charged towards him and picked him up easily from underneath his arms, hoisting him up into the air.

"Dante, put me the fuck down right now. I'm not joking. Dante put me down. I'll start kicking where you don't want me to kick, Dante, put me the fuck down now!"

And true to his uncle personality, Dante did not put him down. Instead, he turned around and dangled Nero over the edge of the pool for a few moments with a shit eating grin on his face.

"D'aww, is the big bad Nero scared to get his hair wet? Ouch, hey, watch it, don't bite my arm!"

"Dude, put me down, this isn't fucking funny you old fart-"

"That's it, have a good dunk."

And with that, Dante dropped the teen into the pool, only a sliver of remorse passing through his mind at the possibility that maybe Nero didn't know how to swim. But that's stupid, even if he can't swim, Dante would just dive in to get him out.

But to his surprise, the kid did know how to swim. In fact, he knew how to swim so well that he was out of the water and trying to hurry back into the changing rooms as quickly as possible. He exchanged a confused look with Vergil, who only seemed even more pissed at the fact that he had upset his son. Oops. Dante raised his hands and shrugged, nodding his head in the direction of the disappearing teen who…seemed to be shaking? Had the water been that cold? He walked back towards his twin with a worried expression.

"Uh…is Nero okay?"

"You just threw him into the pool."

"Yeah but that's something that makes you get out and push the other person in! It's supposed to be fun, not make the kid run with his tail between his legs. Why would that upset him so much?"

Vergil sighed and lowered his book, thinking about his son's behavior.

"...You really are thick skulled. Maybe he doesn't like being surprised or picked up. Give him some time for now. I'll go see what's wrong if he doesn't come back in a few minutes."

With that, Dante went to sit on the opposite sunbed, sulking. When five, then ten minutes passed, Vergil put his book down completely and got up from his seat, looking around the park. Without a word, he started in the direction of the changing rooms, then knocked slowly on the door. When he received no response, he pushed the door, confused to find the room empty. That is, until his hearing picked up a small sniffling sound coming from the bathroom. He sighed once more and took the few steps towards the cramped room, giving the door a couple of tentative knocks.

"Nero? Are you in there?"

The sniffling abruptly stopped and he heard the shuffling sounds of someone hurrying to make themselves presentable.

"Uh, yeah, I am!"

"Is…is everything okay?"

"Yep, better than ever! I'll be out in a few minutes, don't wait for me. I'm sure Dante is going to push you in next so be careful."

Vergil clicked his tongue. It was clear the kid wasn't okay, he was trying to divert his attention from himself and he seemed to lack a certain annoyance towards the man who just threw him into the pool and made him cry. He was so going to strangle Dante.

"Your uncle and I were thinking of leaving soon, actually. Nero, why are you crying?"

Nero cursed silently the damn demonic hearing that picked up on every little detail. He pinched his nose bridge and tried not to sound extremely annoyed the next time he spoke.

"Look, I'll be out in a few, okay? You go back to Dante."

"Nero, I would like to know if you were hurt in any way. Can I come in?"

"No! Don't-" he took a moment to clear his throat, his stupid voice breaking in the worst moment. "Don't come in. I'm fine. Just leave me alone."

"...Nero. While I respect your privacy, I am worried. I need to see that you are unharmed."

"Please. Please don't."

"Can you please come out, Nero?"

"..."

The soft click of the door was the only response that met Vergil as his son stepped out of the bathroom, visibly soaked to the bone but otherwise safe. While looking him over, Vergil realized why his son insisted on not coming out of the bathroom. His gaze left that area and when he looked into the teen's eyes, the dams broke. Nero's eyes were bloodshot, fearful and…tired. Tired of hiding himself, perhaps? Tired of people overstepping his boundaries? Tired of…himself?

The next thing Nero did was to sink down to the floor and bring his knees up to meet his forehead. There was no use in muffling his sobs now but he did it anyway. It was over now. What little he managed to mend the relationship with his father was for absolute naught, Vergil would visibly cringe at the confession, maybe even physically recoil and, if he wasn't trying to keep himself from breaking apart, he would have laughed at the image. He was going to reject him, maybe leave him behind a second time, why not? People have all sorts of reactions to this kind of stuff, he was expecting it, he was ready for it, nothing would hurt him if he just expected it-

And yet, what he hadn't expected was for Vergil, for his father, to sit down next to him and pull him into his side for a hug. Nero didn't even manage to flinch or fight it, in fact, he was grateful for the warmth and comfort. He mindlessly leaned into his father's hug and hid his face in the other's chest, much like an overwhelmed child.

Vergil pulled his son closer, his hand on the back of the teen's head. Truth be told, he had no idea if Nero understood his actions, if he understood that he did not care for what he used to be or what his body looked like. All he knew was that he had a son, and things would stay that way, unless Nero decided to change that. His son's shaking made a piece of his heart break so he kissed his temple in hopes it would help the both of them.

After Nero had calmed down some more, Vergil used the Yamato to quickly teleport the both of them back to the Devil May Cry. He made sure his son was wrapped into the softest blanket they had lying around and the hot chocolate he made was the right temperature before he left to bring Dante back. He had half a mind to let him figure out how to get back on his own, but Nero had asked him to bring him back and, well, there's only so much a man can resist is there?

As soon as he saw him, however, Vergil took it upon himself to smack his twin upside the head for the idiocy he had displayed that day. Dante yelped, rubbed his head and apologized to Vergil for hurting Nero. He tried to inquire as to why what he did had upset the kid so bad but Vergil only scoffed before slicing the space matter with his blade.

"It's up to him to decide if he wants to tell you or not. Your responsibility is to apologize. And you will, but not tonight. Let him rest."

"I have to say, Vergil, for all your cold exterior you make a pretty good dad."

"Step through the portal, Dante."

Vergil even had the courtesy to teleport the younger twin straight to his own room and avoid having the kid face him again that evening. For the rest of the night, the older twin sat with his son on the couch, watching the shittiest movies Nero could find and refilling his hot chocolate before the teen could even realize his cup was empty. Once he had fallen asleep, Vergil made sure to carry him back into his room. Carefully, as to not wake him up, he tucked his son into bed and kissed his forehead before leaving the room.

I was going to write more but this was getting pretty long so! I decided to split it into two parts. I'm probably going to write Dante's part anyways, but let me know if you'd like to read it!

[softquietsteadylove]

Ok ok… here me out for a second…

Thenamesh Addams Family AU…

The Lee Family: business associates of Father's who were coming to meet with them over real estate (or some such). Mister Lee dealt in property, and also possessed quite a lot of the railways, according to Father. Missus Lee was as much of a matriarch as Mother, although they were going to talk about their poison gardens, or some other such.

Thena stared at the family standing in the foyer. They were like the picture perfect opposite of herself and her own family. They were dressed entirely in black, even the son in a smart black suit. They had mild expressions but warmer seeming eyes, all a gentle brown.

Mother and Father had perfectly sculpted smiles, but eyes as cold as the tundra. They were dressed in all white, just like Thena was, with her white-blonde hair braided over her shoulder.

"Mister and Missus Lee," Father greeted them with a falsely warm tone. Before they had arrived, he had said that they were horrid people to do business with, despite his very warm tone.

"Such a pleasure," Mother purred as she exchanged air-cheek-kisses with Missus Lee. She had said that she would rather let Theseus - the young iguana currently hiding in Thena's room - sit on her lap than align herself with 'Mister Lee's wife'.

Such walking contradictions her parents were.

"This is our son," Mister Lee smiled more genuinely, putting his hands on his son's (broad) shoulders. "Gilgamesh."

"Pleasure to meet you." He had a soft voice.

Thena stared at the young man. He was big for their age, with a young moustache coming in on his upper lip. Thena's lips twitched; it suited him, in a funny sort of way.

"Gilgamesh," Mister Lee clapped his hands on his son's back as the parents began moving into the drawing room, "greet the young lady properly."

Not that they stuck around to see that it happened.

Thena looked at the young man again, extending her hand, her palm facing the floor. Her face was still impassive, and she hadn't said a word, just like Father always taught her.

Gilgamesh looked at her with some intrigue in his eyes, bending further than he needed to as he accepted her hand in his. He bowed his head completely, nothing short of reverent as he said, "my pleasure."

Thena tilted her head as he kissed the back of her hand. It was gentle, and he even held it softly with his other hand as his lips touched her knuckle. She smiled; she could feel his moustache tickle her skin, "enchante."

"Bless you," he extended a handkerchief.

Thena laughed before quickly raising her hand between her mouth and his eyes. She was forgetting her etiquette with their guest; Mother would be furious.

"What, are you not allowed to laugh?"

Thena looked at him again, and, without his parents to loom over him, Gilgamesh seemed more relaxed. His shoulders were still wider than any she had seen, but they were slouched, his hands in his trouser pockets. She had never seen anyone look so comfortable in their own skin before.

"It's okay," he shrugged as he smiled, attempting to encourage her into doing the same, "I won't tell."

She almost - almost! - let another laugh escape her before fixing her lips into a perfect smile. It was rigid and hard to maintain, but it was the only one she knew how to do. "I thank you for your consideration."

"So, uh," Gilgamesh leaned back just for a second before walking closer to her, away from the doorway where their parents' business mutterings were happening. "We're supposed to...talk, I guess?"

"Indeed."

"Okay," he looked at her, hands still in his pockets. His eyes ran over her, and Thena briefly forgot what she had put on that day (Mother always picked her clothes for her anyway). "What do you wanna talk about?"

Thena blinked. She had read about trains and business economics and stock options all night in preparation to meet the magnate's son. And he was asking her? "Me?"

"Yeah, you," he smiled, even more naturally than before. He had a nice smile. "What do you like to do?"

What did she like to do? What was she allowed to do? Her days were filled with lessons, and then after that, she was left to her own devices. "Sometimes Mother lets me assist her in the poison garden."

"Oh yeah, Ma has the same kind of thing at home," Gilgamesh made a face that betrayed his lack of interest in the topic. "She just gets mad when I'm outside because she always thinks I'll step on it, though."

Thena felt her lips twitch, aching to leave the practised posture of the smile she had on. "Mother is similarly protective of ours. She gets furious when Theseus crawls around in the soil."

"Who's Theseus?"

Again, Thena felt caught off guard by the question, even though they were the only ones speaking. She wasn't used to being asked so many questions that weren't on a preordained subject. "Theseus is my iguana."

"You have a pet?" Gilgamesh beamed, so utterly delighted by even the idea of having an animal companion. He stepped closer to her, "can I see him?"

"I-I suppose," she uttered before she had a chance to think better of it. Was this what she was supposed to be doing? She was told to be hospitable to the Lee Family et al, so surely that included indulging Gilgamesh too...right? "Come with me."

"Allow me," he smiled, holding out his hand for her.

Thena paused just for a moment before slipping her hand into his, the way she had seen Mother do when Father held her hand as they walked the halls of their cold and sprawling estate. The way a gentleman did with a lady.

Gilgamesh held her hand so gently she felt as if she would collapse.

Thena looked down at the steps as she lead him upstairs, opting to walk to the left first. "Mother and Father have been anticipating your visit for quite some time."

"My folks too," he concurred, in much more casual phrasing. He looked around as they walked, his other hand still in his pocket. "They're all excited for it, and yet they keep saying what a drag it is."

Thena smiled as much as she was able without practising, "my parents are the same. I haven't the faintest idea why they insist on referring to things they claim are good to be so awful."

"They're funny like that, huh?" Gilgamesh looked away from the family portraits lining the upper walls to her again. "Should I have said it was quite awful to make your acquaintance?"

Thena let another tiny little laugh escape. She peeked at Gilgamesh, just to make sure he didn't mind. But he was smiling right at her. "Abysmal to meet you as well."

"See?" he grinned so freely, so uninhibited by the gilded cage around them. "Maybe that should be our code for things. If they're going to pretend shit it so great, then we can say just the opposite."

They reached the top of the staircase, where it split from its other half. Still, he didn't let go of her hand, waiting for to lead him wherever they pleased.

"Then I am having," she paused, her lips pressing together in threat of another smile, "an awful time."

His hand squeezed around hers faintly. But it was nice. "Me too."

[phoenixcatch7]

I'm just imagining LBH and Damien going out together on a shopping trip, only to be kidnapped by a random criminal gang, hoping to hold them ransom for a huge pile of money. Criminal calling up SQQ: we have your husband and your son. If you ever want to see them again, pay us X amount of money. SQQ: could you pass the phone to my husband and kid, please? The criminal thinking that he wants proof that they have them, does it. SQQ: please don’t kill them. LBH: 😈. Damien: 😈

Oh that would be so funny!

The ONLY reason those two would get kidnapped is if lbh recognised a 'wife plot' as shizun calls it and wanted to try being the wife for a change XD. Yes, he weighed it against the possibility of sqq finding out his blood son wasn't kept safe but he's already given the kids blood so there's nothing he can't regenerate short of decapitation and Damien is even more capable than canon due to cultivation training (though he's been forced to accept he'll never reach immortality), so he convinces Damien to play dead and get batman to come and rescue them. Unfortunately for him ransoms can be sent a lot quicker this day and age, and when sqq gets the call he just:

Bruce Wayne, world's most oblivious playboy bachelor and simultaneous kiddie caretaker, absently answering his phone in the meeting he should have it off during: Hello~ how can I help ^^?

Kidnapper: Mr Wayne, hello. We have your husband and your youngest son.... If you ever want them back I'm sure we can arrange something... Say... A deposit of twenty million to this account -

Bruce Wayne, over the sounds of shock and horror around the table: uhuh, uhuh, can you put me on to them please?

Kidnapper: uh... Sure, let's hear them beg.

Innocent civilian softboi Brucie, politely: sweet ones, how are you? Did they tie you up too tight? I hope not. Anyway, don't kill them, yes?

Kidnapper, taking the phone back: oh >:) we won't, if of course you carry out the transfer -

The Most Civilian And Harmless Man This Death Pit Of A City Has Somehow Produced: oh no not you ^^! My darlings! They agreed to no murder! Self defence is an exception, of course, but don't get any blood on their clothes!

Kidnapper: hey, wait -

Immortal Demon Empress Xiu Ya: *hangs up the phone before the sound of extreme violence reaches the ears of the trembling stock holders* Anyway ^u^ I do believe we need to discuss point 3 dot 4 8 on this list again, specifically the section describing the effect on battery life? If you could go over it just one more time please, I'm sure I'll understand where precisely you assume the money is going to come from :)?

[terephintik]

Unbound (Illumi x fem! reader) Chapter 1

 

Though the room was quiet, he could still hear the sound of grenades blowing up clearly, as he saw the deceased humans, drowning in their own blood. You stood looming over them, the most feared Hela.

You glanced at him, blowing your long hair out of  the way. "And who you might be?" you asked the man staring at you, snapping him back to his senses.

"I am Illumi Zoldyck, eldest son. I was sent here on a mission, but you seemed to have completed the killing one. Thanks." Illumi answered immediately.

'Huh!? He's pretty straightforward.' you thought to yourself.

"Zoldyck's eldest," after a pause you continued, "So about the second, I'm assuming info gathering?"

"Yes, that is correct."

You turned around to asses him from head to toe. He looked around the same age as you, tall around 180 cm or so and had a lean built. He was wearing an all black clothes embedded with pins? Over the collar and a hood, but it wasn't on and you can see his shoulder length hair tied into a low pony, and he had big hollow eyes. You could also sense his immense aura.

But you weren't the only one who was assessing, Illumi was also doing the same, you were wearing a black and red dress which were perfectly hiding all grim and blood. Your hairs were loose, falling on your bare back, stopping above your hip. Your eyes were glowing green and there were little shapes in them. But the most amusing thing about you was that he couldn't sense an ounce of aura coming from you, despite defeating all highly trained nen users' aka pro hunters. He was confused as to why such a strong being doesn't have an ounce of aura; even the most precise use of zetsu can't hide the presence of aura.

"Alright, the main cpu is on the floor above." He was cut out of his thoughts by your voice. He was trailing behind you as you took the lead. "How were you able to defeat all of the hunters here?" he asked as curiosity took the better of him. "Using my ability of course", you answered as a matter of fact. You lifted the main boss and put one hand on his head searching for the entry codes of the floor above and the computer, using your nen ability. Aura intensifies but still hidden.

Illumi watched as you used your nen, but he still wasn't able to sense your aura, he used gyo and that's when the aura surrounding you becomes clear. "I can see with when I focus my eyes with aura that you are using your ability but I cannot sense it." Your face dulled for a split second, but it didn't go unnoticed by assassin's trained eyes.

"Well...", you suddenly turned around dropping the body, putting one hand on your hip pushing them back and another on your lips, "It's a secret, who knows you might be my enemy someday." you said chuckling and winking at Illumi but the male's expressions were contrast from your own playful one, he had created some distance and was on high alert due to your sudden movement. He was already suspicious and this sudden movement and change in personality pushed him over the edge but he can't kill you, because of three reasons: firstly, you could make his job easier, secondly, he didn't know if he could defeat you and third, he was somewhat, strangely attracted by you.

"Aw Illumi, you scared? Don't be I won't bite, not now at least." you smiled and turned around. Your smiles dropping immediately as you don't know the answer to Illumi's questions.

Illumi was quite the whole time, not that he's a talkative type, "Alright, let's go, I want to wrap it up as quickly as possible," he said irritated by you and himself as he let you boss him around.

"Okay, Illumi," you said giving him a genuine smile this time. You exited the ballroom and walked straight towards the elevator, your hair bouncing behind you. Illumi couldn't take his eyes off you, watching your every movement both with precaution and admiration?

He was confused by his state of mind. He hasn't trained for this!

You opened the elevator using the codes you obtained. It dinged and you both entered, standing faraway from each other. Illumi was staring at you intensely, trying to figure out why he was attracted by you? 

"I can feel your eyes you-","Your hair's beautiful," his compliment caught you both off-guard, his words involuntarily.

You immediately turned towards his direction and you looked at him with wide eyes, you could also see a slight shocked express on his emotionless face. You averted your eyes bashfully saying a low decibel 'thanks', enough for the assassin to hear.

On the other hand, Illumi was not making eye-contact; he was conflicting inside, not able to register his emotions. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that." he said trying to disregard his sub-consciousness. Your blush was replaced by a frown after hearing those words but you didn't respond and stood silently.

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. "The cpu and the computer are in that room, the entry code is-5626 and this pattern", you drew the pattern in the air, trying to explain the assassin who was quick to catch on, "and the password is M-G-J-AJ-U-6-L-M-D-8-W-W-6."Then you turned around to your own info gathering.

"Where are you going?" Illumi asked. "Don't worry, I'm over there, and there will be monitors-displaying camera footage." saying that you turned around, leaving the man alone to do his mission.

You didn't lie; you needed to gather info about who you are and what were your abilities. You were the first successful experiment of this organization which was run by the world famous mafia dons. You don't even have a name, just a code- 057, which was soon replaced by a nickname given to you by the hunters, who were present to witness your killings- Hela, goddess of death, as you were forced to present a show.

After they completed their experiment on you, you became a killer machine who was sent on missions to kill. They were able to control all your movement but suppressing your emotions was hard, so in-order to keep you on leash, they hired a pro hunter to keep your emotions in check, and so you became a lifeless human. You had your emotions but wasn't able to act on them. But that soon came to an end when someone in today's grand party, killed that pro hunter, freeing your emotions and your body from restraints.

You were looking around the lab trying to find anything related to you, checking every file on all the computers. While you were ransacking the whole lab, Illumi was watching you through the monitors, trying to decode you, he came up with two conclusion regarding your abilities, either you have gained a precise control over your nen, which might be on par with Netero's or another entity is involved. His work was already done and he was glad he didn't have to take Milluki's help. He gave a last glance to the screen and headed to you.

You were walking around trying to find something, that's when you heard the floor creak under you. You bent down and pressed you ear on the floor while knocking the floor; you suddenly realized that there is a storage under it. You quickly took out the tile and cement, revealing you a vault. When you opened it you saw a score (=100) of files sitting in it with numbers on each of them. You started to look for your no. 057.

When you found it you quickly opened it, but the content were concealed with some nen techniques, expect for your birth name,

(Name).

You tucked the file (it wasn't the regular sized file, a compact ver. which can be easily tucked in) in your dress, soon you heard Illumi's footsteps from afar. You stood up closing the vault. "Ah! Illumi, you done?" you asked the male, who just hummed in response. "How about you?" he asked. "Yeah! Kind of", you speak while walking towards the elevator. After a while, you spoke up "As you already know this organization is located on a secluded island and we have only gotten rid of the guards here so, we can't escape this island unless we get rid of all of them. So, you ready for it?"

As if on cue the elevator dinged open, alerting all the newly arrived reinforcement. You both got in your fighting stance as they charged towards you both. You run towards them and leap in the air, the pattern of your eyes changing into a more intricate one. You conjured a long spear and trusted it into the beast of a man, in on swift motion. You were standing on both of his shoulder with a grip on the spear, which was going in through his head. Looking at the herd below you, had a saw terrified look on their faces, as you easily killed the most powerful of them all. Satisfied, you jumped in the air taking your spear out of his body causing him to fall. You landed gracefully and without sparing a second, you charged towards the herd, changing your spear into two draggers as it aids you more in combat.

Illumi was just staring at you. He went back to his own fighting, throwing his pins and needles, and taking out several enemies at once. After you both continued fighting for a while, you stumble upon a familiar figure after having defeated your end of the tribe. He was the hunter who was keeping you in check. You crouched down, examining the body to find out, to whom you owe your freedom.

You attention was caught by the pins embedded in his head, giving away the person behind his death. You looked around to find Illumi, who had just defeated his last enemy. "Hey! Illumi," you called him while standing up. He walked towards you, stopping at a distance, eyes never leaving your frame." Were you the one who killed him?" He glanced at the lifeless body, recognizing the body immediately as he was his first victim.

"Yes it was me." he said recalling. A smile grazed you lips and you started to walk towards the exit. "Wait, why'd you ask? And are you the one they call Hela? The goddess of death?" You turned around flipping you hair a little, "I'll answer those questions so meet me at that cliff at dawn."

You disappeared after that, leaving Illumi alone to deal with a herd of enemy who were coming towards him.

[francis-writes]

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE

A/N: this story is terrible, I know. But I started writing it about a year ago and I spent so much time I couldn't delete it, yet so much time I can't look at it anymore and I am too tired to try to make it any better.

Pairing: Alex Delarge x fem!reader

Summary: a quick story of your relationship with Alex.

Type: fluff, smut, angst, 3in1

Warning: s€x, also I can't use Nadsat because I read "Clockwork Orange" only in polish translation. So sorry but Alex speaks normal English.

In a moment you will hear „I Wanna Be Your Slave”, one of the greatest hits of Italian rockband radio speaker announced enthusiastically. Alex smiled and turned up the volume. Some time ago – felt as if ages passed since then but actually it were only a few years – he didn't like rock. To be specific, he didn't appreciate most of the modern music, convinced that it's all trash. For Alex the only music that was worth listening to were classical music and songs from the 50s. It was until he met you. You were obsessed with rock and as you began to see each other more often, he had no choice but get used to your music taste. At first he found it tolerable but when he started falling for you, Alex also began enjoying rock more and he couldn't say whether this genre was really so much better than he thought or it just reminded him about you. I Wanna Be Your Slave was especially important for him. Not only because you loved Måneskin (even though you did) but the lyrics always reminded Alex the whole story of your relationship.

„Come here” he called you „Our song is playing, lets dance”

You went to living room a bit surprised „So we have our song?”

Alex offered you his hand „Now you know”. 

I wanna be your slave

I wanna be your master

I wanna make your heart beat

Run like rollercoasters 

I wanna be a good boy

I wanna be a gangster

'Cause you can be the beauty

And I could be the monster 

Though usually when you visited Alex's house, you didn't stay there for long and left soon after the act, one particular night you were so tired that you both quickly fell asleep. When you woke up, you had no idea what time it was. Alex was still asleep (snuggled up against you like koala against tree) so you carefully crawled from under his arm and out of the bed. He didn't wake up so you took your clothes from the floor (last night there was... a fuss) and dressed up. You were going to leave the house but then you heard a rumble in your stomach and decided to visit the kitchen and - best without drawing anybody's attention - find something to eat.

Unfortunately, your plan failed and when you were putting butter on your toast, you heard surprised "good morning" from the back. You turned around just to see middle-aged woman in flashy outfit. "Can I know what are you doing here?" She asked.

You wanted to give her an intelligent and polite answer but you were so stressed that your words sounded like "uhm, I am... with Alex and I just... hmm, breakfast"

Woman smiled at you. "Oh, Alex never mentioned that he has such a beautiful girlfriend! But he's so secretive, he doesn't want to talk with his old parents about his life"

Before she managed to say anything else, a man - probably her husband - came to the kitchen, trying to discover the source of noise. But he stopped, seeing you. "Who's that?" He asked his wife. 

"You won't believe" she said cheerfully "but our Alex has a girlfriend "

"Well, well" man was observing you with emotionless face "what a news. But he should tell us before and not wait until we would find her in our kitchen"

Woman grunted, probably worried that her husband's words may offend you. "Will you eat a breakfast with us?" She asked "we would love to get to know you closer"

You wanted to find an excuse and avoid an awkward situation but woman already went to knock to Alex's door.

"Son, wake up and come to the kitchen"

"I can't, I have a terrible headache" Alex replied in a sleepy tone, unaware of the whole situation. 

"You can take a medicine" his mother said "but we want to eat breakfast with you and your amazing girlfriend "

It took a moment before meaning of her words got to Alex but soon there was a big noise in his room when he jumped out of the bed and tried to find some clothes. Then he stormed out of his bedroom and stood in the kitchen door, looking as you were sitting beside his father and calmly eating a toast. You awkwardly waved at him.

"Uhm, I just wanted to eat something before leaving and then I met your parents" you tried to explain the situation as you didn't want Alex to think that you deliberately decided to oficially throw yourself into his life.

Fortunately, he was an incredible actor (maybe in his case you should say: great liar) so he immediately put on his most charming smile.

"Oh yes, I hoped to introduce you more properly but in this case, mom, dad, I have honour to introduce you to the most beautiful, smart and incredible woman I ever met. Y/n, my girlfriend"

I love you since this morning

Not just for aesthetic

I wanna touch your body

So fucking electric 

Alex remembered the first time he saw you perfectly. Most of the times he couldn't differentiate one of his one-night-stand from another but you… you weren't like them. Usually he didn't pay attention to his lovers but in that moment when Alex noticed you sitting in Korova Bar, you got into his mind unexpectedly and posessed it.  There was something haunting and tempting about you and Alex at first couldn't say what it specifically was. But maybe the real purpose was that you were standing out from the whole setting. Yes, young girls often visited Korova looking for fun and finding mainly trouble. You were sitting with group of such girls, probably your friends, and yet you were looking different. You werent't giggling, only once when one of girls whispered something to your ear, you smiled gently. In opposite to other girls Alex met before, you weren't showing off your charms and trying to allure men around you nor you were unhappy about impression you made on men. Alex noticed the mischievous sparkle in your eyes and immediately decided to know you better. And that in his dictionary means exactly „to get in your bed”.

When Alex came closer, you didn't approach him but just fixed your gaze on him as if you were trying to guess hiss intentions. He smiled widely and sat beside you.

„What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked as he used to, flirting with naive girls. But you weren't naive. You sipped your dring and sized him up. After a moment of silence which felt like a eternity for Alex, you replied „I seek somebody to spend this night with”.

He grinned and said "well, it seems that you've already found one"

You were of the same opinion. 

I know you scared of me

You said that I'm too eccentric

I'm crying all my tears

And that's fucking pathetic 

At the beggining of your relationship, you weren't aware of Alex's other activities. You knew about drugs and his many lovers and you may suspected him about minor offenses but nothing strange for a teenager.

But one night you were walking through the streets of London and suddenly a car stopped next to you. Instinctively you wanted to speed up your pace but somebody called your name. You looked at the car and to your surprise, you recognized Alex and his droogies. You thought he didn't have a driver license!

"Where are you going?" Alex asked "Don't waste the night, get in and go with us"

You had some bad feeling about this idea but this was that thing about Alex: it was hard to refuse him.

You sat in the backseat, with Georgie and Dim. They were nice to you but you usually felt uneasy it their company even though you were sure that they wouldn't try anything when Alex is with them. 

So you were speeding through the London streets - real miracle you didn't have any accidents but the city was empty, most people were sensible enough to stay in their houses. You were terrified that later or sooner there will appear a car in front of you and the driver won't have enough time to get out of Alex's way but you knew that any suggestions of driving slower would only effect in a laugh. So to distract yourself from visions of a soon painful death, you asked your company:

"Sooo… what are your plans? Where are we going?"

Georgie shrugged. 

"We don't know"

"Maybe we will visit one hou-" Dim wanted to say something but Alex quickly interrupted him.

"Y/n won't stay with us for so long" he tried to yell over the noise of the car " We will just take you for a little trip around the town and get you back home"

"So early? You told me to don't waste the night" honestly, you really wanted to already be back in your home but the way Alex quickly changed the topic, worried you. 

"Don't worry, I will visit you later if you need some fun" you knew very well what Alex meant by "fun" and so did his droogies because Dim and Georgie laughed hearing his words.

I wanna make you hungry

Then I wanna feed ya

I wanna paint your face

Like you're my Mona Lisa 

I wanna be a champion

I wanna be a loser

I'll even be a clown

Cause I just wanna amuse ya 

I wanna be your sex toy

I wanna be your teacher

I wanna be your sin

I wanna be a preacher 

Alex lifted you from the ground and seated you on the desk. You embraced his waist with your legs while he was trying to unbutton your shirt. Unfortunately, everything he managed to do, was just ripping your shirt - hard to say whether it was effect of rush or alcohol and drugs he probably took before. Anyway your chest was exposed and it was the only thing that mattered then. Alex leaned over and started kissing your neck, then got a little lower and were trailing his kisses down until he stopped between your breasts. He put his lips on one boob and began to suck your nipple and caress the other one with his finger. Unexpectedly Alex bit the sensitive flesh which caused loud moan of pain slipping from your mouth. It was the most beautiful music for his ears. He quickly straightened up and helped you get off the desk. Without saying a world Alex turned you around so now he was standing back to the desk. He kneeled down and started taking off your skirt. You weren't protesting, especially that you felt tipsy after a few drinks Alex bought you this night, so you were just standing calmly and put a hand on his head and began gently stroking his golden hair. But quickly you felt firm grip on your wrist and Alex took your hand off. At the same time he stood up so he was again looking down at you. He released your hand and immediately pushed you so you landed back on his bed. Without wasting a second, Alex threw his clothes off. He kneeled between your legs, rested his weight on one hand and started to slowly trail his finger along your body. From your lips, through neck (you shuddered, being very ticklish in that place), he made a few circles around your breasts and then wandered down, to your most private area. 

"You're dripping wet" Alex noticed with a smirk "Maybe I should help you?"

You nodded and licked your lips, hungry for his touch, hungry for pleasure and relief it could bring.

He slipped two fingers into your pussy and began massaging your clit with his thumb. Alex really rarely was in the mood to pleasure you first, but when he actually did, it turned out that he had incredible skills. Soon you were writhing in pleasure, moving your body to help Alex hit the right spot.

You felt that orgasm is close but then he pulled out his fingers covered in your juice and brought them to your mouth.

"Lick them clean" he ordered.

You knew that complaining about refusing you awaited pleasure had no point so you obedietly started sucking on Alex's fingers and licking them. When you were done, he wiped saliva on your body and put your legs on his shoulders. In this comfortable position, he didn't wait any longer before he started thrusting into you. Alex wasn't known for his patience and he wasn't going to wait any longer for his pleasure.

Soon he pulled out and commanded you to lay on your side. He laid behind you and began to fuck you in this position. His pace was fast and he constantly hit some spot inside of you so you could swear you started seeing stars. The pleasure was too overwhelming and you wanted to beg him to stop but you knew Alex would be deaf for your pleas and cries.

I wanna make you love me

Then I wanna leave ya

'Cause baby I'm your David

And you're my Goliath 

For some time after Alex received a well-paid job and a new comfortable life from minister, he was having fun and he forgot about you. It was great to come back to his old habits, to be able to enjoy ultra-violence and new lovers everyday as before... at least at the beggining. But he felt that he was missing something. Sex and violence somehow weren't enough anymore, drugs couldn't satisfy him. There was an abyss in his life and Alex didn't know how to fill it.

More and more often he catched himself staring at happy families with children. But when he met Pete and his wife - that's when everything clicked in Alex's mind. He thought about the time he spent with you. How he enjoyed not only fucking with you but also talking with you over the cup of tea, watching movies together or even such mundane things like watching news or going for groceries. This was special, Alex never was so close to somebody in his life (maybe except Basil but he was like... a snake). He would never expected that one day he would say this but Alex enjoyed this domestic life.

The next day he knocked to your door, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. When you saw him, you were surprised, to say the least. 

"Alex? What are you doing here?" You asked. 

"Actually I'm taking you for a date" he replied, giving you flowers "Take what you need and come with me, the car is waiting"

You looked at the flowers and then at Alex. You wasn't expecting it after he left without a word, but well, it was Alex, you were never sure what he's gonna do. You probably should have refuse after all he have done but you eventually  decided to go to this date. Well, Alex could be really convincing when he wanted to and to be honest - you deserved to have some fun.

And you were together since then. 

Because I'm the devil

Who's searching for redemption

And I'm a lawyer

Who's searching for redemption

And I'm a killer

Who's searching for redemption

I'm a motherfucking monster

Who's searching for redemption

And I'm a bad guy

Who's searching for redemption 

And Alex remembered the day your relationship changed. Until that you were meeting for sex and maybe some night adventure. Yes, you were closer to him than his other lovers and you talked with each other quite a lot but it all was just fleeting moments of fun. You were seeing each other in your free time out of boredom, because you had nothing better to do - and because you liked each other's presence.

It changed the day Alex was freed from prison, his parents kicked him out of the house and he had nowhere to go. When he was wandering lonely through the streets of London, wondering what to do with his life, he remembered about his old lover. There were little chances that you would shelter him - after all, you had no business in keeping in your house unemployed ex-convict who wasn't even able to have sex - but Alex was in hopeless situation and he had no other option so eventually he decided to give it a try. To his surprise, when you saw him at your door, you invited him to your house without a second thought. You knew what happened to Alex from newspapers but you also wanted to hear the whole story from his perspective.

[colorful-white-ideas]

The man on IG who posted the recent image with Bill just added another comment under his post, saying that the kid was from Bill's friend, not Bill's and that he has a lot of other pictures with him... I hope he'll post them, I'm so curiouuuuus.

(Also thank you for always being objective and thoughtful, I really appreciate your opinions)

I remember when the NYC pic dropped. The guy who was with him said he saw Bill with (what he apparently guessed )was his family.

This Toronto guy said saw him with a friend and his kid but before approaching Bill , he googled him first to make sure and also to use that as a way to start a conversation.

For both cases I highly doubt any of these two men know if Bill have sons or daughters, who his partner is , how old his kids might be and Bill won't ever say to a complete stranger " yes that one right there in the sling is my daughter"

And even if little miss O was not in the park at that exact moment, how can anyone assure she was not in Toronto at all seeing her father? What sold this for me was Eija's IG story and that picture of Bill in Stockholm... People can doubt all they want since it is not a frontal pic but the body , the clothing, screams BILL and the child next to him is the size of a 5-6 year old ( around miss O. age) .

Now about what you said of cubanshady having more pictures, I hope he doesn't post them because more people will go to harass him trying to get more details and that guy doesn't deserve that. He just wanted a pic with an actor he admired, people should leave him alone.

Lastly thank you for stopping by ! I appreciate your message as well 🤗

[shallyne]

Feyssian Week Day Four - Poverty

Are we too young for this?

Day 4 of Feyssian Week, mini fic 4/drabble. Canon divergent

TW: poverty, hunger, homelessness

Feyre ran as fast as she could, holding the bag as if her live depended on it. Well, her life did depend on it. Cassian and Feyre were hungry, they didn't eat for quite some time and Feyre just found a big bag with old bread that a baker wanted to throw away. Feyre hid in the dark of the alley behind the bakery, waiting for the man to go inside. When he vanished, Feyre took the opportunity, grabbed the bag and ran.

When the shouts of the man began she was already too far away for him to catch up. She made sure he couldn't see her face, anything really. The baker couldn't know who he had to look for.

Feyre was glad that it worked out so well, because the bag in her hand was a jackpot. They could eat this evening and Cassian wouldn't need to give Feyre his last bit, even if Feyre denied. He was stubborn and if he wanted Feyre to have his last bite then Feyre got it. Not this evening, there was no need.

Feyre almost let out a relieved sigh when she saw their tent, Cassians wing peeking over the back of the tent. When he heard Feyres steps he came rushing. "You found something!" he grinned. He gently took her hand and let her into the tent. He let Feyre catch her breath before she showed him what she got.

His eyes went wide at all the bread. "Jackpot!" he whispered excitedly.

Feyre took two pieces out of the bag. "There is mold on them, just on the edges though. We can eat around it." she said and gave it Cassian who marveled at it. Feyre took off the coat that they shared for when someone had to sneak around. "That's going to be some dinner, I catched a squirrel!"

Feyre laughed excitedly, High fiving with her friend. Cassian put the bread aside, throwing clothes in front of Feyre. He grinned at her. Feyre picked a jacket up, it was so - clean.

"Where did you get that?" Feyre whispered, not believing it.

"There was this new rich kid at the camp today." Cassian said, showing her the other clothes. "His clothes were so clean, I had to get them."

"A rich kid?" Feyre asked. "You brawled with a rich kid?"

"I think it was the High Lords son." Cassian replied.

"You fought the High Lords son?" Feyre asked Cassian, her eyes wide.

"It's how it works here, he has to learn that." Cassian shrugged. "And he lost."

As much as Feyre wanted to try the jacket on immediately, she crawled behind Cassian and lifted his shirt. "How is your back?"

He shrugged again. "Fine."

"We need to clean that." Feyre said, pulling him outside again. Cassian sighed, he knew he couldn't change Feyres mind on that. He could be stubborn but if it's about his health she wouldn't let him get his way.

Feyre cleaned his wounds as good as she could and then applied a salve that she stole from a lady once. She didn't feel bad for stealing from her, she scolded Cassian when he looked for food in a dumpster.

The first time in a long, long while they had a bigger dinner. After that they cuddled together keeping each other warm. Feyre was wearing the jacket of the High Lords son, Cassian was wearing his pants and his shirt, their coat over it. Feyre almost drifted away, when she suddenly heard a noise outside.

Cassian heard it too and instantly had his dagger in his hand. He was crawling toward the tent flap. "What are you doing?" Feyre whispered.

"Don't worry." Cassian kissed her cheek "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Feyre shivered. "I wanna come with you." she said quietly.

"Feyre-"

"Please!"

He looked to the entrance and then back at Feyre. "Stay behind me."

Feyre nodded and followed him outside. Feyre winced when a boy their age came from behind a bush. He jumped a step back when he saw Cassians dagger raising his hands to show them he didn't want to hurt them.

He smiled at them and his purple eyes wandered to Feyre. "Hello. I'm Rhysand."

[silent-dragon]

TWST OC Profile ~ Louis "Ivy" Caskcut

Personal Info

Name: Louis "Ivy" Caskcut

Preferred Name: Ivy

Gender: Androgynous Male

Age: 21

Species: Human

Birthday: 4/23

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 180cm/6ft

Orientation: Pansexual

Eye Color: Lavender

Hair Color: Deep Violet

Family: King Caskcut - Father

Princess Althea - Oldest Half Sister

40 StepMothers

81 Older Half-Sisters

Mistress Juniper - Mother(Deceased)

Homeland: Pleasure Kingdom of Caskcut

Twist of Fenn Barnard Luxure from Court of Darkness Otome

School Info

School: Royal Sword Academy

School Year: 4th

Dorm: Armonye

Occupation: Prince,Novelist,Celebrity

Best Subject: Magical History & Literature

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Both

Favorite Food: White Sangria

Least Favorite Food: Anything that doesn't pair well with fruit

Dislikes: Fevers,All his stepmothers,Being called Extra,People who change their minds quickly,Harsh book people,Those who hide their true nature

Likes: Alcohol,Theater Plays,Opera,Painting,Fashion,Fruit,Silk Clothing,Outgoing People

Talents: Seduction,Writing Novels,Making Magical Powders,Sleeping,Sweet Talking,Emotional Support Friend

Unique Magic: Classified due to Royal Status 

Personality: Sly and seductive. If he is interested in you he won't hesitate to make that known. He is also very soft and likes to ensure your well mentally alot by asking so. It's very unclear if he flirting or being super friendly but it's probably both

Fun Facts: Ivy is the 83rd child of the King of Caskcut. He is his 1st son as he has been trying to have one for so long but only kept having daughters. Unfortunately having so many he actually had Ivy raised very similarly so he acts more feminine.

Sisters have pampered him to no end to the point he barely knows how to do anything of basic needs. He doesn't even have maids as his sisters have taken the role to love and cherish their only brother. Always few of them are at his side and seem just like servants when they are half princesses. Even at rsa he was granted special permission for some to join him as helpers.

Only Ivy and Althea are recognized as Caskcut's prince & princess. Althea is 1st child so she gets right to be only princess till she goes off and marries then the next woman up will be. These are the rules set by the king to deal with his many daughters. 

Ivy is famous for writing risqué and raunchy romance novels. Fans of his books are called "Crystal Vines" and often say the way he writes feels like he knows exactly what they want or desire.

Works in the rsa library and is often where you will find him during school hours. After he is usually in his room writing or sleeping if not there,probably mingling with someone.

Feels Nicholas is way too good a boy and often tries to loosen him up and make him be more open. Doesn't work and often he ignores Ivy's antics which has made him a target of high interest. Unsure why Joshua is also after him but since both have a similar interest kinda likes him too.

Gets flustered around Genesis as he is beyond words handsome to Ivy. Can't speak directly to him so texts him often via phone where he will attach emojis of hearts to every message but Genesis sees this as just his signature and doesn't think anything of them when clearly Ivy is flirting.

Thinks Adam is a fun tool of a man as seems same as Nicholas but is a bit special. Loves to toy with him on occasion.

Ivy's real name is Louis as Ivy is his author pen name he made for his 1st few books. After a few years he grew to detest his real name due to family issues so outside of his kingdom he goes by Ivy.

[sorvete-de-pacoca]

So, a little continuation for the dragon/sun and moon Au (with angst 😋):

As time goes by and Luciano becomes the Moon King, he enters a period of peace and prosperity, which means more time with paperwork, traveling around his kingdom and even falling in love and getting bethrowed to another king. This are going great for him.

Afonso though, starts felling uneasy. He's not needed anymore, his presence still frightens the common folk, and he listens to the rumors that Luciano has "house broken" him and made him his pet. That and the fact that Luci no longer seeks him out as much as he used to, makes him believe that the people are telling the truth.

He was being used all along and now he's the king's pet dragon.

Afonso withdraws from Luciano and the Kingdom, he isolates himself and doesn't tell Luci why.

When he overhears Luciano telling his beloved that Afonso is harmless and won't hurt anyone unless he tells him to, Afonso misunderstands and roars at him before taking flight and disappearing into the horizon without a single word.

Woke up with a good one 😁

Afonso never heard about the prince (no, king) again. He traveled to even more distant lands. Away from humans and their lies. Even if he lied to himself he didn't needed that brat, his mind would still wonder if he had been eating well or if he was safe. Nightmares of the kingdom being attacked again, and the man bleeding through a wound.

Fuck. Why he even cared? He was just being his pet! The king's tamed old pet. He was alone, but free again. Yes...he was free and happy. Very happy.

Years, then decades passed. The dragon was resting on some rocks, lulled by the sound of crashing waves. He open his eyes when a ship gets closer. He's quick to get up and fly away but something catches his eyes. The flags, he had seen that coat or arms before. But...it's been so long!

A cloaked figure, with curly brown hairs, gets in a boat and approaches him. They climb on the rock and stops in front of the blue dragon.

"Luciano..?" Afonso mutters. But the figure reveals to be a girl. Her eyes belonged to another one, but her figure was definitely from Luciano.

"that's my father's name. He talked about you. Afonso, isn't?" She speaks. Afonso nods his head.

She smiles (even her smile was his') "we've been searching for you. For ages! The dragon that saved all of us. It's a honor" she bows, and the soldiers that company her does the same.

Afonso feels a lump in his throat, his voice is shaky "Is your father here?"

"would you like to see him?" She asks.

"more than anything"

---------

Afonso is surprised to be greeted by a whole parade. The citizens didn't forgot, even after all those years, what he didn't for them. At the center of the capital they raised a statue to his tribute.

He takes his human form when entering the castle. In a garden, tending to some flowers. There's a old man, in royal clothes. His brown hair now grayish, wrinkles over his hands. He turns and smiles at him.

"There you are. You dumb old lizard"

He chuckles like the brat he once was "but why you gotta make fun of me like that?" Even so, tears streams down his face "looking so young while I'm here looking like a grandpa"

Afonso brings him into a hug. His hand petting his gray hair.

"i missed you" he whispers.

"I'm back, son"

[orginllazyblog]

The Only Sea Sepant: Leviathan

Mizuki Abyss Story

Warning: deaths, side characters u just meet leaves, negative parents

Where should I start? I guess I'll start off my 1st life when I was the second eldest Imperial Princess. I was once adored by everyone by my natural beauty. One night, I was wandering around the Palace Garden until I encountered a terrifying demon. I thought those creatures don't exist. I remember like it was a never-ending nightmare.

"Your beauty is just like the moon. Skin so light, and your eyes shine like the stars. Won't you be my bride?~"

Of course, no! I have standards and my responsibilities as the princess. Eventually, the demon got so mad that I thought I was going to be a goner.

"You shall regret your decision. I place this powerful ancient curse upon you: You shall never receive love, and you'll die at a young age repeatedly."

The next morning, I was public executive by my envy elder sister. She was jealous not only by my beauty but that I had more love from the King and Queen and the people.

"She made a deal with a demon! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"The Eldest Princess is right! I saw it too!"

Well, she was right about me with a demon, but if she only witnessed me being cursed by the demon, then it was a misunderstanding. I wanted to yell, scream, and plead with my old parents that I would never do such a thing. All I saw was the disgusted face.

Slash

I died at the age of 15.

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If I knew this was just a dream, then I wouldn't have rested. In my second life, I was reborn as an ordinary citizen. The parents... they were not very affection. With what's going on, a century has passed after I died as a princess, and a war has been going on for years. My secondary parents wanted a boy who would join the military, you know, all that wanting a boy because it's better than a girl cliché.

"If you were a boy, we could have a better life."

"I wanted a son, not a dumb girl. Who's going to take my place as the war general? Just get out of my sight!"

I wanted to cry, but that would make it worse. As I grew up a bit, maybe at the age of 10, I decided to take my old man's place. I cut my hair to disguise myself to be more masculine and work out to build muscles. I didn't tell them I was going to war, so when was 13, I took most of the food, clothes, boots, and lastly, old man's weapon. Did I leave a note? Nah! I learned that if I gave a little affection to them, I might die in the next minute. I wanted to live to at least above 15 years old.

I joined the army not only to end the war but to feel what it is like to be alive. I was then again the top and strong soilder the military has ever seen. I received jealous stares from the other soldiers, which I didn't care about. The only person who welcomed me was a guy who admired my strength. Terrance? Jeffery? I can't remember his name. I thought I got rid of this feeling, but I couldn't help but fall in love with him. He was cute, reliable, and honest. We were sometimes paired sometimes for quests, so we were able to hang out secretly.

What came to my mind was as long as I didn't confess this 'feeling' to him to remain friends. To twsit the curse. I was wrong.

"####! WE HAVE TO LEAVE THIS TOWN!"

Screams everywhere around the small town. People were running to the exit as the enemy was almost approaching. My crush was running the opposite, trying to find a lost child who was separated from their mother. I reached out to him to tell him we had to leave. This can't happen..why? Why do you have such a kind heart?

"####... you were a good friend. I just want to see my love who is waiting for me up there in the sky. Thank you, ####"

BOOM

Not only I got friend-zone, I died again at the age of 15.

Again

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They say that a third time is the charm. But I was almost losing my mind of this never-ending nightmare.

In my third life, the time period is more modern than the previous lives. So I started off with a new mom and dad, but this time, a twin brother. I didn't know what to feel since I had a bad relationship with my older sister in my first life. This time, I'm the older one than him.

"Lisa! Can we go to the park?"

"Sure thing, Haneul. Let me ask mom first."

I had to remind myself that if I showed or had real love affection, then my death will come for me.

As I thought, there was another war, which led to another dispared.

"Big sister!"

"Haneul!"

My memory was blury as I can only recall my twin brother being taken away from me as soldiers were kidnapping us when we were just children. As for the parents, I believe they were already dead.

Years passed since that incident, I managed to sneek to a cruise ship to escape to a different country.

It wasn't because I didn't like my home country, it was because I was almost turning 15 years old. I was scared.

When I arrived to another country, I thought I could be safe this time, though this time I was a girl,again, which makes things worse.

If it weren't for the person who stood out for me, Esméralda, I would have been dead already by those men.

"Are you alright, child?"

"Um...yes, t-thank you."

"Hmm...do you have a family looking for you? I can help you find them."

"...I don't have a family...not anymore."

"Well, now you do. I can simply adopt you. I'm already at a age where I'm supposed to start a family of my own. Would that be alright with you?"

"B-but...I'm..."

I didn't know how to tell them back then. Would they believe me if I was curse-

"I can help you lift off your curse."

"Eh?!"

So Esméralda took me to their house where its far away from cities. The house was indeed beautiful back to what I remember.

"What's your name, child?"

"I'm Lisa."

"Well then, Lisa. Can you tell me about your curse?"

I explain everything I can remember. I told them that a powerful demon placed this curse, which every time I felt true love either to family or lover, I die. I even told them I would die very soon by the time I aged to 15 years old.

"Lisa, remember this, I can only change a bit of this curse. Since this is a demon work, it would be difficult for me. Now, lay down on this couch."

"Okay."

I did what I was told. I lay down on the couch as 'she' did her 'magic'.

"Hac maledictione nova, antequam ad quadraginta annos perveneris, vives; Ut letalem hanc maledictionem frangas, te et socium verum amorem esse sentias. Si particeps tua idem sentiat, frangatur maledictio. Utrum corporis intimitas sit necne, libertatem senties."

("With this new curse, you shall thou live before you reach at the age of forty; To break this deadly curse, you and your partner must feel true love. If your partner feels the same way, the curse would be broken. Whether it's physical intimacy or ot, you shall feel freedom.")

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Back to the present time

Mizuki: And that's how we both meet

Mizuki was explaining to the Ramshackle residents such as their old friend Esmeralda or Esme, now known as Yueme. The trio ghosts who were complete shock, and as for grim was holding back his tears.

Mizuki: I think my curse is gone as I would have been reborn to a human again.

Yueme: So what are now?

Mizuki: Hmm...

Mizuki: The current mom side of the family were the first generation of early sirens, and my old man is a literal demon.

Yueme: ???

Grim: ???

Trio Ghosts: ???

Mizuki: Yeah, I know. I'm some kind of hybrid. But as time went by, the noble demons noticed my abilities. Chernabog, the demon king, gave me the title of the new sin of envy; Prince of the Deep Abyss, Mizuki Abyss.

Grim: Myaah! That's so cool!

Trio Ghosts: This Chernabog person seems to be the chill guy

Yueme: So, does that mean?

Mizuki: Yes, I got the materials for the dorm uniform!

And that is how your twst oc's old bestie join you in Twisted Wonderland.

One thing I need to mention is that I used to be in Obey Me fandom way back in...2019 or 2020?

I left that fandom for one good reason: my phone broke, and I forgot the password of my obey me account. I HAD AT LEAST TWO OR THREE UR CARDS THAT WERE LIMITED

I was not going to redo the whole family drama story again.

Also, I'm going to redo Mizuki's design bc I realize the deep sea creatures are dull colors. I had them with white hair with light blue highlights, so it wasn't going to make sense.

[charlenasaxen]

Favorite Quotes - The Draco Trilogy pt. 1

"Well, you look pretty stupid yourselves," said Harry irritably.

"Now you even sound like Malfoy,"

They had to bury Zabini in a matchbox!" yelled Lucius, waving his sword for emphasis

Draco, aged about three, was wearing a pair of pink shorts and a bonnet

"Hey!" he added, irritably, "I like that shirt. It is not effeminate!"

Draco's pyjamas (they had fire trucks on them)

"Hello, Harry," he said. "I see you've found my pajamas. Although I usually wear the top bit as well."

"What do you care, Harry, it's not even your body," Hermione pointed out reasonably

"Maybe because you tied me to the bed?"

Lucius had the grace to look embarrassed.

Draco waved at him.

For a wild moment, Draco thought that his father was going to beg for his life.

"Strangely enough, I do believe you, Lucius. You have always been deeply stupid

"Hello, Father," said Draco.

Lucius was still looking like someone had force-fed him a lemon

"And you felt the need to risk you own life for the life of someone else's best friend?"

said Lucius even more coldly, "I won't be your father any more."

After that they sat in silence.

People Draco had known since he was a child, had visited, whose children he had played with. None of them looked at him, sitting bloody and wretched-looking on the floor.

"Standard procedure," said Draco, "is to leap fifty feet into the air while screaming at the top of your lungs."

I know what resisting Dark magic looks like." He grabbed Draco's chin and forced his head up. "Bit through your lip, didn't you?"

"and I wind up chained to the Dog Man."

"Take a word of advice from the Dog Man, then,"

He had a very odd expression on his face --- half triumph, half despair.

His feet kicked up bright silver flashes as he ran

watching Draco running through the air to the opposite side of the chasm.

"you thundering great prat," said Ron in disgust. "I opened your mail, of course

"Hermione kissed MALFOY?"

"Did I mention the big scary demon arm?"

Ron mimed patting an invisible someone's head, which Harry did

"They're his giant spiders, Ron, they won't hurt him,"

"He's so stubborn," said Harry, angrily.

"Right. That's how I want Hermione to remember me for the rest of her life," said Harry. "Bottomless Pit Guy."

Draco was sitting with his bank to the trunk of a tree. His legs were drawn up, his head on his knees, he looked so vulnerable

"You have great reflexes. You're quite strong, as well."

He looked sad, and even more like Narcissa, with the same pale and melancholy beauty.

"And motor oil," said George. "You want some motor oil?"

"One way to find out," he said, giving her a lazy, catlike sort of smile.

"You are my son and my only heir," said Lucius to Draco. "For the last time, will you move out of the way?"

Draco screamed and crashed to the earth like a tree falling.

"I did not," he said. "I don't faint."

"That's right," said Harry. "You just decided to take a rest in the middle of all the excitement."

with surprising gentleness, laid Salazar Slytherin's sword in the crook of Draco's arm

he said, with a faint look of surprise, "Actually. No."

his arms around himself as if he were cold.

The boy is actually quite strong, although he doesn't look it."

"Quit bashing Lucius into the pillars, George,"

"I'll testify," said a voice.

The witch raised her hands and pushed her hood back.

It was Narcissa.

his head turned towards her. They were chatting animatedly

"Why didn't he try to kill me?"

"Why should he?" said Dumbledore reasonably

"Lucius did what?" said Harry blankly.

"He means me, idiot,"

"That's all right, Harry," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "We'll give you another two years, then we'll feed you to a basilisk."

"I thought it was his courage and tactical brilliance," said Harry.

"Oh, no," said Dumbledore. "All down to shouting, really."

if he squinted at it, it looked a little like a bolt of lightning.

"Did he get all sweaty?" asked Lavender. "Did he take off any of his clothes?"

"I'm proud to say you didn't stand back. You went bravely forward, and made a huge idiot out of yourself."

"Probably," said Draco. "I suppose it could have hailed anvils.

He bent and kissed the side of her mouth, and his silver hair brushed her cheek like butterfly wings

"she was struck by lightning. Which is hard to arrange."

"Gone and done something stupid again, has he?"

as several baby owls fell, hooting, from the ceiling

his familiar face, light eyes and silver hair, narrow sideways smile...

"Hermione. You're wasting time."

She stumbled forward, and fell against him. And he kissed her.

every shred of frustrated love, into that kiss. As if he were trying to burn whatever it was

he had just shown her how he really felt. And knew he would never, ever do it again.

[rogaire-a]

While I usually headcanon that Shay kept visiting the Finnegans from time to time ( because it makes absolutely no sense that he would just disappear from their lives after what they did for him) he started limiting his visits when he realized that his presence in their lives was just going to put them in danger. The Assassins and their gangs might be losing control over New York, but Shay has got enemies everywhere, and he just doesn’t want to risk their safety.

I also hc that it was Shay to confirm the news of Monro’s death ( because there were speculations about the Colonel’s death but nothing was certain and since he literally died in Shay’s arms he would know if he’s alive or not rip) and after he delivered them the tragic news, he bid them farewell. 

He still kept an eye on them though, but much more subtly.

[pamgkrthwrites]

There's a challenge I saw on tiktok where the significant other would go naked to surprise their other. So, I just wanna see what would be Mk, Wukong,Macaque, and RedSon's reactions would be seeing S/O just walk into the room nude at random. (All seperate plz)

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience, if you are under the age of 18 do not read below. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20.

Sun Wukong

Wukong is not phased whats so ever

He doesn't see nudity as sexual but he does see it as a sign of overheating

He asks if its too hot for you

Only for you to hit him and walk away, huffing a puffing

He just sits there wondering what he did wrong before running after you

Macaque

He stares at you, up and down and a finger twirls to ask you to turn

He just smirks as he looks at your naked body with an obvious boner

If you try to walk away he will grab you via his tail and force you to sit on his lap

"What are you up to, persica? You can't just tease me like that."

Get ready to be pounded into the floor-

MK

Oh poor innocent boy

Sees you and turns away and apologises

Wrap your arms around him and push your chest onto his back and he still won't do anything

Even with a boner he will feel as if he walked in on you

Red Son

This man is a virgin and I will go to war on this front

Sees you and starts blushing, covering his eyes and yelling at you

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING Y/N PLEASE PUT ON SOME CLOTHES"

Will die if you offer to suck his dick during this moment