#came across this hc a few weeks ago

[loop-deloo]

a performance

hehe had fun with this. also, a note, the fics yesterday AHHH everyone killed it, i did indeed forget to reblog some of them bc im spacey and that happens but if i didn’t reblog yours, consider it beloved and cherished. every one i read was so good.

CW for implied future sexual content, if u want.

for prompt “passion”  @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus was happily snuggling into a sleep-warm pillow on the bed of either Sirius or Remus (they’re kind of indistinguishable now) when he was so rudely interrupted but the godawful singing coming from their shared bathroom. James and Peter were already at breakfast but Sirius and Remus had slept in. Well—Remus had slept in, Sirius had snuggled until he was restless and then got up to take a shower.

“Pads, shut up.” Remus shouts, half muffled by the pillow.

Unfortunately, Sirius does not shut up and honestly, did he just get louder?

“Padfoot, I swear to Merlin and Morgana, I will come in there if you don’t stop.”

I’m going to kill him, I think he just got even louder, what the fuck?

It’s his bloody passion, Sirius always says, no matter how many times Remus tells him he is absolutely tone-deaf. Remus supposes it’s only fair, for him to be bad at something. The universe reminding him that he isn’t perfect at everything he does. Apparently the universe didn’t account for Sirius’s inability to believe he is bad at anything nor his “passion” or whatever the fuck. Merlin, it is too early.

Remus drags himself out of bed. He’s only wearing boxers because it’s spring and he runs hot at night. He steps into the steamy bathroom and his brain catches up to him. Of course he was getting louder you bloody idiot.

“Oh! Moony, didn’t hear you get up, care to join me?” The conniving grin on his face tells Remus everything he just figured out. He rolls his eyes but drops his boxers and shoves Sirius out of the stream of water. 

“You prick.” But Sirius grins so Remus smiles back.

[thefallennightmare]

HC Tuesday request

Reader gets pregnant from a one night stand with Noah months later sees Noah again after a show. Upset she didn’t tell him he realizes he never gave her his number and feels like a fool after confronting her.

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Noah stood in disbelief as he watched you with intent eyes from across the venue.

The last time he saw you was six months ago after a night filled with sex and early morning goodbyes from you before he woke.

You met him at a party and the tension between you two was thick; in the best way.

You mentioned how you needed to get over an ex and Noah offered to help.

There wasn't an ounce of alcohol involved. You both wanted this.

But when you woke up from your post sex sleep, you realized that your one night together was supposed to be just that. So you slipped out of his room without a single goodbye.

Now, six months later, you stood in the back of the venue after Bad Omens finished their set. You came with a friend as support, you never listing to the band. But the moment your eyes landed on Noah on stage, your hand immediately went to your bump.

The same bump that Noah couldn't take his eyes off of.

He'd been helping tear down the set when his eyes landed on you, waiting for your friend to return from the merch booth and bathroom.

The crowd had dwindled away, leaving a few stragglers; you included.

After that night, you got pregnant. You'd just started birth control a few weeks before that night so you thought you were protected.

Wrong.

The moment you found out you were pregnant, you knew you wanted to keep it. You also wanted to tell Noah since he was the father but you didn't know anything about him besides his name.

The second you saw him on stage tonight, it felt like everything fell away and you couldn't catch your breath.

You thought you had gone undetected and would be able to slip away.

WRONG.

"Y/N?" Noah called your name, jumping down from the stage.

Your eyes widened as he came towards you and you let out a shaky breath.

"H-hi." your hands rested against your bump.

Noah blinked rapidly, still not being able to take his eyes away from you.

It was silent for a long moment until finally, not being bale to take it any longer, you spoke.

"It's yours."

He snapped his head up, eyes narrowing in on yours. "Why didn't you tell me?! Were you ever going to?"

The slight edge to his voice made your brows furrow. "How would I have? All I know is your first name. You didn't give me your number."

The tension and anger resting on his shoulders dissipated as he let out a long breath, realizing his mistake.

"Shit," he ran a hand through his long hair before resting both hands now on his hips. "You left that morning before I even could."

You shrugged. "We both agreed for a one night thing."

Noah took a tentative step towards you, gauging on how you would react.

You had to admit, you missed him terribly. The one night you shared together was enough to keep you wanting him more. His essence stained your skin, making it hard to forget him.

Now that you were carrying his child, you knew that he would always be apart of you.

Noah also couldn't stop thinking about you. The girl that changed his life from that one night. He regretted not giving you his number before you left.

"You do realize now that I'm not letting you leave here alone, right? I'm not letting you do anything alone now. You're carrying my child, Y/N."

You swallowed the nerves forming low in your gut. "I don't want to make you be in my life, in our child's life, if you don't want that. Bad Omens is just getting started."

Noah snorted. "I don't care about that. Bad Omens isn't going anywhere. I care about you and our baby. So, will you let me be apart of its life?"

You immediately nodded, already deciding that if you ever ran into Noah again and he wanted to be apart of the baby's life, you wouldn't stop him. Its his right.

"First things first though," you started.

"Anything," Noah rushed out.

"Give me your number first," you gave him a teasing wink.

He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone. "Something I should have done that night."

[sshadowritestoriess]

HELLOOOO im in love with the way you write our beloved rama 😭

i just wanted to know ur hcs about him beginning to realize he feels more about the reader than just friendship and/or how he deals with the first buds of sinful thoughts about their dear human friend? 👀

HI tysm!! Ramattra definitely has my attention hahaha. Sorry this is so long!! I just like writing 😂

Ramattra realizing his feelings

Earning his friendship was a hard enough task on his own. He never made that easy for you, or for anyone of flesh and blood

As much hatred as he has for humanity, he doesn’t outright assume all humans are evil. He understands there is still good in its kind, it’s just a matter of knowing who he is safe to drop his guard around when having more acute interactions

And this is a process he has the utmost forbearance for. As long as a person can express patience with him, then he is more than willing to allow himself to be understood by a human peer

You were probably one of the most respectful humans he had personally interacted with. Your kindness made for a strong first impression, especially in the way you had greeted him as any other person, looked upon him with no surprise in your eyes as if he had just been anyone else. Not a killer. Not a terrorist.

Still, for the ongoing weeks he kept his distance the more he had found himself in the same room as you, assuming his same process of determining whether your behavior was a front or not.

He was as kind to you as you were to him, which made things a little confusing on your end. You weren’t oblivious— you know who he is, and such a name as Ramattra came with a complex reputation. He’s certain he began addressing you as a ‘friend’ the moment you’d inquired why people thought him as ‘cold’

“You’ve been real nice to me,” you’d said, mirth in your tone, “I’m not just getting special treatment, am I?”

It wasn’t the first lighthearted joke you’d made in his presence, but it was the first he’d laughed at. He knew it wasn’t a question that needed answering, and so he didn’t. You were smart enough to assume the reason for rumor

Quickly, you both became close. (Well, ‘quick’ being you set the record for “fastest human to earn Ramattra’s trust”. It took fourteen weeks, but neither of you were counting.)

He was content to admit he admired you, respect drastically outweighing his contempt for what you were. It felt nice, to see you through blurred lines— he felt he finally understood, for just a moment, the bond that his brothers back at the monastery were trying to protect

But the more Ramattra grew to know you, the more he shared about himself. Which, tends to be a normal exchange between friends, certainly. Of the others he would dare call ‘friends’ before you, this wasn’t out of the ordinary

Yet when he would speak too much about himself with you, he felt shame. Embarrassment. He would wonder to himself at times if he should have shared certain things, and worried of your opinion

It made him pull back for a while, and was relieved you remained as patient as you’d always been. You made sure he was fine and he’d kindly dismissed you, to which you respectfully backed off and simply told him you were here if he needed

But… then when he was given the space he asked for, he became somewhat angry with himself. Now he just missed you, but felt so under pressure to be in your presence. It was frustrating.

You knew whatever problem he was facing had to be because of you, since he had told you just a few days ago that he preferred a little distance for now— but here he sat across the room from you, scrolling through lists of weaponry concepts to decide on what to work on next, inquiring your opinion of colors, of all things.

There came a day that Ramattra had a run in with a particularly violent human gang, of whom he’d shown little mercy for after they dealt the first strike— he should have swung the moment one of the strangers drawled about wearing his face as a trophy, “-after I reduce ya to nuts-n-bolts,” they’d said. A pitiful drop of confidence quickly lost into the newly reddened asphalt of the nearest alley

You caught him marching down a corridor, and it finally hit Ramattra like a truck when you’d approached him to make sure he was fine

He didn’t bleed red, you knew this. And something in him clicked when you immediately assumed him the victim, placing careful hands on his chest as you observed him for damage

Oh, he liked you. A lot. Had any other person of flesh approached him, he would have demanded solitude with a killing accusatory tone, a wordless threat of violence if his needs were not met.

But you had came to him, and he was more than relieved that you had. Just seeing you again, he realized why he hadn’t hit his attackers first.

“Are you attempting to domesticate me?” He had blurted, watching you curl your hand into the hem of your shirt and wipe the blood from his fingers. He takes in your baffled expression with a hidden affection- and yet again, feeling awkward for such a poor joke with little context. He fought himself on whether to explain, but decided better of it.

Understanding then why he felt so drawn to you, he felt somewhat justified in why he additionally felt like such a fool in your presence.

He hadn’t intended to feel this way about you, it couldn’t be helped. You hit many marks that he found objectively attractive.

He would spend the next few days observing you to thoroughly analyze his feelings toward you— to which you felt like a specimen being studied with how he kept tossing prolonged stares in your direction

He didn’t mean to appear like a creep, and he ended up feeling so much worse when you finally confronted his “quiet ogling”

“I— I was not,” he’d say defensively, and relaxed quickly when you laughed. “You are merely a fascinating subject to observe, is it so offensive that I watch?”

“Are you calling me pretty?”

“No.” He quickly bites, then immediately froze as he regretting saying it so harshly. He doubles back, “But, I do not mean—“ a pause, “You are fine as you are. But that is not what I was saying.”

Ogling. He was ashamed to find himself doing just that so soon after the amused accusation

The way you smirk before telling a joke, he’d mishear your jest when he was so focused on the way your mouth moved, and imagined running his thumb over your lips

When he’d find you closer to morning, he loved to catch you stretching your arms above your head. Your shirt would ride upward and reveal a bit of your navel while your upper half trembled into the stretch. He wanted to put his hands there, too.

He stole an opportunity to knead at your shoulder once when you complained about being sore from a prior activity, everting inside him lurching with humiliation when you settled comfortably into his lap.

An innocent gesture, sat between his legs while you accepted his kindness— though a deceptive offer, for he had just wanted a reason to have you this close.

He stared hard at your neck, gaze dropping to peer beneath your collar. It was dreadful. But he wouldn’t restrain himself, entirely glad he had a stationary face.

He’d pull at the cables of his mane when he was by himself, shaking his head and his fists at himself for this unrighteous behavior. Being away from you was worse, left alone with unrestrained thoughts of the things he could do to you

And oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

But you were a friend. A human. He was an omnic, and certainly not one built for… that kind of activity.

But then again, he was not made with life in mind, either. As far as he saw it, he could do whatever he wanted with the privilege of having agency

And that has resulted in relieving himself of these indecent thoughts when he shut himself into his quarters, blessed with the ability to create vivid images of what you would look like beneath him.

These solemn hours of the night should be reserved for meditation, and pondering his next move. But now he’s been reduced to touching himself with you in mind, pulling at delicate wires that were not meant to be tempered with.

Imagining you there. Evoking hypothetical risk by trusting you with his body.

But he hadn’t even made his feelings known to you yet. Hell, he couldn’t imagine a situation where he would without it complicating everything, or making you distant.

He knew he was the least likely candidate to end up in a cross-species relationship. So for now, he’d just relish in your friendship

And if ever you hint at wanting to take things a step further, you would find Ramattra quite eager to advance.

[kakushino]

Like a Rookie

Rengoku Shinjuro x GN! Reader

Officer Rengoku is a regular in the coffee shop you work at.

Tags: fluff, flirting, modern AU, young police officer Shinjuro (thus OOC) Word count: 0,7k

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AN: Written as birthday piece for Rengoku Shinjuro. He doesn't have an official birthday date, but I have accepted @/shinjuro-rengoku-ask's HC (23rd January).

Rengoku Shinjuro had many dreams in his life. When young, he had wanted to impress his father - an impossible feat, more so given the fact he passed away when Shinjuro was in his teen years. Afterwards, he wanted to make his mother happy - he spent hours striving towards that ideal, to be the son she could be proud of. He wanted to support his brother in achieving his own dreams. 

Sometimes, dreams were too grand a name for what he wanted. For example, now he wished to be rid of the newbie he was stuck with, but that was impossible, at least for the day, so he had to settle for wanting coffee. Call him unmanly but he enjoyed a good latte on any day.

“This has to be my favorite place to get coffee,” Shinjuro remarked to the newbie as they walked to the door. The queue was short and there wasn’t anyone sitting down; the duo would also take their coffees to-go, as they had to patrol the center just a few streets away. “It’s good and the service is…” he trailed off, catching sight of you as you served a tired student their coffee.

Another one of his wishes - for you to agree to a date with him. 

“Senpai?”

Shinjuro cleared his throat, annoyed for getting interrupted in his routine admiration of your person. “As I was saying, coffee is good.” He didn’t elaborate.

The line moved up, the newbie commenting on the muffin selection as Shinjuro tried to discreetly wipe his palms. It wouldn’t do to appear like an untried rookie when he talked to you. 

“Good morning, sir. What can I get for you today?” 

The way you called him sir did things to him - which he swiftly buried in the far corners of his mind as he ordered his usual latte, thoughts and senses filled with coffee.

“Sugar?” 

Shinjuro gave you an alluring smile and replied, “No, thank you. Your sweetness is all I need.” Your lips spread into a shy smile, eyes darting behind him as the last customer before them left before focusing on the police officer again. Officer Rengoku was sun incarnated - hot with blazing eyes to match his visage. He started flirting with you a few weeks ago, but you couldn’t reciprocate, as there were always other people around. Perhaps today would present an opportunity?

You went about making Shinjuro’s latte and his colleague’s americano; you really hoped he would drop by later as well, seeing him in his uniform was… exquisite. 

The americano done faster, his colleague walked outside to wait for Shinjuro while you focused on making a little something with his foam. You had been trying out different animals recently and you felt like you could nail what you had in mind today. 

Sure enough, it came out perfectly. You presented the paper cup with a proud smile and offered a cap for it, which he took but didn’t put on.

“Your latte art is always beautiful,” he said as he studied the swan you made for him. “Elegant  and charming, just like you.” 

Blood rushed to your cheeks at the compliment, and you tried to hide how flustered the comment made you; the way you clenched your apron with your hands gave you away though. 

Shinjuro gave you a smug smile, sipping his latte and licking his lips enticingly. Tsk. 

Mischief previously concealed buzzed underneath your skin, and a flirtatious remark made its way past your lips without your mind being able to stop it. “If you were a coffee,” you leaned in slowly, your hands laying on the counter, your eyes becoming hooded, as if you were under the influence of his charm, and he leaned in too, as if you were to tell him a great secret, “you would be a triple shot of espresso, because you're strong, bold and you make my heart race.”

Bright red blush spread across his cheeks and Shinjuro blinked a few times, surprise painting over the usual smile he bore. It was delightful. You grinned fiendishly. Oh how the tables have turned.

With a hasty thank you and an even deeper flush, he nearly ran out, like an untried rookie. 

You were bad for his heart.

…he had to return in the afternoon and ask you out properly.

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[firemandeanbuck]

Stars

HC Hob has this kind of ceiling in his bedroom, vibrant, glittery and spectacular. He painted it himself. He is crafty that way.

After their first time, spent and sticky with sweat Hob and Dream lay in bed, talking lazily, giggling and caressing each other's skin. Dream's skin is smooth, cold, and soft. Hob's skin is scarred, warm, and rough. It's perfect. Dream mouths Hob's throat, drinking the sounds coming from Hob's lips.

Hob had waited for this moment for over 500 years. He had hoped that one of these days, his stranger would be his lover. At last. It was true.

Hob did not sleep that night, he held Dream and talked and talked. Asked him endless questions, what he is, how he came to be, how the Dreaming is a part of him. In return, he told him all about the new age, the changes. Even when his arm fell asleep from being under Dream, he didn't move.

"Are you asleep?" Dream asked at some point.

"No", came the sheepish reply.

"That's a wonderful ceiling you have", he comments, just like the first time he saw his room a few weeks ago.

"Thanks. I painted it", murmured Hob, clearly fighting to remain awake.

"You can sleep", Dream reminds him,"I'll be here when you wake up".

“No, I’m fine”, Hob ran his hand on Dream’s jaw and kept it there, gently pressed against it.

“Your eyes are…beautiful”, Hob breathed, he didn’t dare to even blink.

They were beautiful, Dream’s eyes, they reflected the cosmos, the borning stars, the winking stars, the bursting nebulae, the damning blackholes, all of it. It appeared as if his eyes were windows to the universe themselves.

“You flatter me”, his cheeks went pink, his red lips tilted in a small smile.

“I love to see you red”, he brushed the back of his fingers against his cheek,

“Storyteller, tell me a tale”, Hob requested promptly,

Without taking his eyes off Hob, who was completely hypnotised with his eyes, Dream waved a hand to the ceiling, “I can SHOW you a tale”, delicately, Dream grabbed Hob’s chin and turned it to the ceiling.

Hob was stunned to say the least. It was spectacular, mind blowing, intriguing and celestial, to say the least. He personally felt like he was flying across the cosmos, like he can touch the stars, so close and intimate. He felt the stars dancing around him, the immortal basked in their company. It was almost like he could hear their heavenly laughter and siren-like voice, calling out to him to join their never ending celebration of life, universe and just being bigger than life.

The colours, oh, the colours, they were more beautiful than anything Hob had ever seen. Red, orange, green, blue, violet, pink, even the simple black stood out so much. So rich and vivid were the colours, no picture can compare. The way the nebulae move around, swimming freely like a mermaid in the deep sea. So many colours. Hob was sure there are more than his human eyes can comprehend or translate.

“It’s amazing”, Hob’s breath hitched. He reached out his hand to touch them. 

For a moment, he felt tiny, microscopic even. What or who is he in the grand scheme of things?

“Thank you”, Dream muttered, “I’ve crafted them”,

“I know”, Hob chuckled.

“I mean the actual stars. The Night is my Mother, but she wasn’t as decorated as she is now”,

Hob blinked and turned his gaze to Dream, who was still staring at him, unblinkingly. Such adoration and love in his galaxy eyes.

“She is beautiful”, Hob managed, before his words got stuck in his throat.

“Aye. But I rather look at you”, Dream smirked at the open mouthed shock on Hob’s face. He brought his hand to Hob’s hairy arms, “Universe is a vast thing, you can be easily lost in it. So are your eyes. And I have been there. I prefer where I can feel your warmth and sweet touch”, Dream carried on the stroking to his hip and thigh, “You show me humanity that I’ve long forgotten”, the Endless blinked, now caressing his neck “Trust me when I say, the stars and planets holds no candle to your brilliance, my heart”

It’s safe to say Hob’s mind short circuited that moment and they didn’t get ANY sleep that night.

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inspired by @staroftheendless starting a war against angst and dedicated to Fluff Princess @immacaria

[sfb123]

Always

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters, and some of the dialogue, belong to Pixelberry.

Summary: Liam finds a new way to express his feelings for Riley.

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,108

A/N: I am participating in @choicesflashfics, using the prompt "The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you." It will be in bold below.

A/N 2: This is a HC I've had for my Liam and Riley for a long time, but it's not something I could just slip into stories without explaining it. I've told it to a couple of people, and @charlotteg234 pushed me to write a fic explaining it. I started it a few months ago, and it sat in that WIP black hole that is my Google Drive. Then this week's Flash Fic prompts came out and this one fit in too perfectly for me to not use.

A/N 3: I procrastinated real bad on this one, so I didn't finish in time to have anyone pre-read it, so please excuse (m)any spelling or grammar errors.

“I think we have time for one more question.” Riley addressed the crowd before turning to Liam to confirm. He smiled at her, and nodded in agreement. 

He didn’t hear the question, or her answer, he was too transfixed by his new bride. She had only been his wife, and Cordonia’s queen for a few days, though you would never know it by the way she carried herself. She was so poised, so well spoken. Since she had arrived in Cordonia, she had surprised everyone with her ability to handle all aspects of noble life. 

As she continued to address the crowd he felt something inside of him. It was more than pride, it was more than love even. He had no words to express how strongly he felt for this amazing creature before him. 

Liam hadn’t even noticed that Riley was finished until he felt her arm linking through his. She looked at him questioningly, and all he could do was smile in return. They posed for a couple of pictures before moving inside and heading to Liam’s office. 

When they arrived in his office, he took a seat behind his desk as Riley took a seat on one of the chairs on the opposite side. He smirked and shook his head at her. She arched her brow in response, and he lifted his hand, crooking his index finger in a come hither motion. When she had made it to the other side of the desk, he took her hand and lowered her into his lap. 

“You were incredible out there, my love.” He cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. 

Riley shrugged in response. “I really didn’t do much. Just gave our statement and answered a couple of basic questions.”

Liam grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. “Riley, I wish you wouldn’t discredit yourself like that. Just a couple of months ago, you were working two jobs trying to get by in New York, and now you’re successfully ruling a country, and making my dreams come true on a daily basis.” 

She dropped her eyes to the floor, a blush coming across her cheeks. He responded by slipping a finger under her chin lifting her gaze to meet his. “I mean it Riley, I was watching you out there and trying to find the right words to describe how I was feeling. The word ‘love’ doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I feel for you. Sometimes, I look at you, and all I want is to propose to you all over again.” 

She blinked quickly, trying to hold back the tears that were forming at her husband’s declaration. “You can ask me to marry you as many times as you want. I’ll always say yes.” She leaned in, kissing him softly. 

“Good to know.” He replied before pulling her lips back to his. 

***

“That’s correct,” Riley agreed solemnly. “I had been brought to the maze under the false pretense that my husband was looking for me. The next thing I remember is waking up, tied to a chair in a dungeon.” 

The courtroom was silent as the Queen of Cordonia recalled the events of the Unity Tour, culminating with the multiple attacks and inevitable showdown with the Sons of Earth that finally came to a head on her wedding day. Anton Severus was on trial for leading the charge against the crown, and Riley had been called to the stand to testify.

The news stories that followed the attacks spoke at a high level, and provided minimal detail about the events themselves, so most of the people in attendance were hearing the details for the first time. One person who was already intimately familiar with the attacks was Liam. As he watched his wife sit there, perfectly composed and poised, all he could think about was their wedding night, and her breakdown once they were behind closed doors.

From the time she arrived in Cordonia, Riley had faced an onslaught of obstacles, and she faced each one with the same grace that she was showing on the stand. And she went through all of it for him. 

She had always been good at masking her pain until she was behind closed doors, but Liam had picked up on her tells rather quickly. He noticed that the emotions she had felt back then were resurfacing, and that she was surprised by it. However, she was hiding it well, he was certain that no one else had caught on. 

“Thank you, your majesty, you may step down.” The judge’s voice pulled Liam from his thoughts. 

As Riley moved toward Liam, the judge dismissed everyone for the day. Liam stood, taking his wife’s hand in his before leading her out of the courtroom. They walked silently out of the courthouse where the press were waiting for the king and queen to make a statement. 

When they saw the royal couple emerge, flashbulbs started going off, and reporters started shouting questions. Liam squeezed Riley’s hand, when she looked up at him she saw the question in his eyes. She gave him a practiced smile and a nod before stepping up to the crowd. 

“Your majesties, how did things go today?” One of the reporters shouted out. 

Liam stepped forward to field the question, but Riley tugged on his arm as she moved beside him. “Well, of course we won’t know for sure until the trial is over, and the ruling has been announced, but I think it’s safe to say justice will prevail.” The crowd cheered, and the pair used the opportunity as a distraction to slip away, and into their SVU. 

“I’m sorry love, we should have gone out the back.” Liam apologized as the car pulled away. 

“It’s fine. We need to give the people what they want. It’s our job.” Riley responded as she watched the scenery pass by out the window. 

Liam placed his hand over Riley’s. “Are you alright?” Riley shrugged in reply, her eyes never leaving the window. “Riley, look at me.” She slowly turned, and he saw the sadness in her eyes. 

“Sorry,” she apologized immediately, wiping away a stray tear. “Today was a lot.” 

“Love, you have nothing to apologize for, you were amazing today.” He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers softly. “I saw how hard that was for you, but I promise you nobody else did.” 

“You think?”

“I know.” He affirmed. “You are everything a country could ever want or need in a queen. You were strong, and confident. Then, you stepped right out in front of the press and, despite being drained from your testimony, gave the perfect statement.” He looked at her adoringly, as a small smile slowly spread across her face. “Marry me?” He said softly. 

“Always.” She whispered in response. 

***

Riley found a secluded clearing beside the Walker ranch and began pacing, her mind going far too fast to stand still. The music and laughter from Bertrand and Savannah’s wedding had faded, she didn’t know if it was because of the distance, or if she just had too much on her mind for the outside noise to register. 

She was going through what seemed like a never ending checklist of things that would need to get done in the coming month. She froze in place when she thought of the first, and most important thing she needed to do. She took a deep breath before reaching for her phone and sending a quick text. 

As she waited, she fidgeted with her phone, her toe tapping against the grass. She was nervous, but it was a good nervous. She heard a throat clearing and looked up to see Liam taking purposeful strides toward her with a flirtatious smirk on his face. 

“So, here we are, alone together…” He said in a smoky tone. 

Riley’s brow furrowed, too caught up in her announcement to comprehend his advancements. “Huh?”

Liam stopped in his tracks, noticing his wife’s confusion. “It sounded urgent, and you said there was a surprise… I assumed you wanted to…” 

“Oh… OH! No, actually, that;s not what I meant.” She stepped toward him, taking his hand in hers. “But I have some news that’s even better than that.” 

“Well, I don’t know if there’s anything that could be better than that,” he said with a wink. “But I’m all ears.” 

She took a deep breath and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Liam, I wanted a moment alone… just the three of us.” 

“Three? What do you–” She watched his face as he listened to her words. Suddenly, a wave of understanding washed over him. “We’re having a baby?” His voice was barely above a whisper, still trying to fully process the information. 

Riley’s smile grew as she nodded in response. He pulled her to him, holding her close and placing a kiss on the crown of her head. 

“Riley, I’m the happiest man in the world right now. Just think, soon we’ll be holding a little baby… our baby…” His happy expression quickly turned to shock as he stepped away from Riley and began pacing back and forth. 

“There’s so much to do! We’re going to need a crib, and clothes, and a bassinet for the throne room.” He stops in his tracks and slaps his hand against his forehead. “The throne room! We’ll need to childproof it! As well as the foyer, the antechamber, the solarium…” He ticks off each room on a finger as he lists them. 

“Liam,” Riley placed her hands on either side of his face, halting his movements. “Relax, we’ll have time for all of that.”

They stood in silence for a moment, staring into eachothers eyes as they let the excitement of the moment wash over them. 

“We’re going to have a baby.” Liam said.

“We sure are.” 

Liam pulled Riley into a lingering kiss. “Marry me?” He said against her lips. 

“Always.” She responded before kissing him again. 

***

Liam entered the royal quarters quietly. He had been stuck in his office late, the children would be fast asleep by now. As much as he wanted to see them, he knew nothing good could come from waking Eleanor and David at this hour. 

Much to his surprise, when he got to his bedroom, Riley was nowhere to be found. “Love? I’m home.” He called quietly. 

“Be right out!” She called from her closet. 

He quirked a brow when he saw Riley emerged with a suitcase. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Not me, we.” She chuckled at his confusion. “You’ve been so overextended lately, you’re getting burnt out. And I know, I know, King of Cordonia, it comes with the territory, blah blah blah.” She waived her hand, dismissing the objections she knew were coming. “But you’re not going to be an effective ruler if you don’t get time to reset and recharge.” 

“So will we be staying at Applewood or Valtoria?” He asked, knowing those were their usual getaways. 

“Nope, you’ll still sneak work there, like you always do.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she held up a hand to stop him, “I know you do, and you should know me better than to think I would believe any denial you’re about to give.” 

“Then where will we be going?” 

“The jet will be leaving first thing to take us to our island. We haven’t had a real vacation in far too long.” 

“But I have meetings and deadlines over the next week that can’t be missed.” He protested. 

“Taken care of.” She shrugged. “I spent my free time this week working with your staff to take care of things. You don’t have a single thing to worry about for a whole week.” 

“You mean to tell me, you’ve spent the last week going behind my back, working with my staff, and doing all of this without me.” He said flatly as he stepped toward his wife.

“Yeah… yes. I mean, I thought it would be a nice surprise, I just…” Riley began stuttering, this was not the reaction she was expecting. 

“You are the most thoughtful, considerate, amazing person I have ever met.” He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close, before kissing the tip of her nose. “I can’t believe you went through all of that trouble for me.” 

“After everything we’ve been through, planning a surprise vacation was actually pretty simple.” Riley chuckled. 

“Marry me?” He said, brushing the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“Always.” She answered, reaching up to press her lips to his. 

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[bobfloydsbabe]

Happy almost birthday my darling,

Here’s my idea for a hangman blurb…

Jake remembering Jas’ coffee order after hearing it once. Just stops off at a local coffee shop and immediately thinks of her and gets her exact order just to make her happy. It makes my heart swell thinking that he subconsciously just knows what to do to make her, her.

❤️ - Leah

Leah, hi! First, thank you for the birthday wish and for participating in blurb night. This prompt is perfect for Jas and Jake, and I sincerely hope you love it!

morning coffee

SUMMARY: Jake stops by Jas' office with coffee.

WARNINGS: None. It's pure fluff.

WORD COUNT: ~0.6k

It was the early morning hours before the Californian heat truly set in when Jake stepped into the small local coffee shop, hidden on a narrow side street away from the busy main road.

“Lieutenant Seresin,” Diane, the elderly owner who always smiled and wore bright pink lipstick, greeted when she saw him.

“It’s Jake to you, ma’am,” he replied, offering her his most dashing smile.

She laughed. “Such a charmer,” she commented, and took half a step through the doorway to the back to shout for her granddaughter to make coffee. Diane didn’t know how to work the espresso machine.

“Morning, Beth,” he said when the young woman came to the front, looking like she’d pulled three all-nighters in a row. She probably did.

She nodded in greeting. “Your usual?”

“Yes,” he said, glancing at the pastries lining the display. The entire shop smelt like melted butter, vanilla, and fresh coffee, making his mouth water. “Can I get a hazelnut cappuccino as well, please?”

Beth hummed her acknowledgement while Diane raised a brow. “For someone special?”

Jake laughed, his mind wandering back to the bed he’d left two hours earlier; a sea of unruly auburn hair splashed across the white sheets. “That’s one way to put it.”

Diane hummed, fixing him with a skeptical glance, but remained silent. She disappeared into the back at the sound of a timer, likely to take out a batch of croissants he would sometimes indulge in, but not today. He needed to go back to base.

Beth came to the counter with two to-go cups in her hands, one with HC on the side, so he knew which was which. “Here you go,” she said and handed them over. “Your girl has a great coffee order.”

Jake laughed again, placing a few bills on the counter before accepting the cups and taking a small sip of his. “She’s not my girl,” he protested. “But thank you. Keep the change and tell your Gran I said bye.”

“You got it.”

Jake arrived back on base, heading straight for the infirmary where he knew Jas was on her first hour of the day shift. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and immediately spotted Jas coming out of her office with her nose buried in a folder of hard-copy records. As he approached, the head nurse clocked him.

“Your boy toy’s here,” she said, accepting the folder from Jas whose brows furrowed. Jas turned her head and audibly groaned upon seeing him, eyes disappearing into the back of her head for a moment.

“Morning, Doc,” he greeted, then turned his attention to the head nurse, who leveled him with skeptical eyes. “Martha.”

She grumbled her reply before getting up and walking away, likely to check on patients or some other task he wasn’t privy to.

He turned his attention back to Jas, whose hair was tied in a tight Navy-standard bun at the nape of her neck, clad in dark blue scrubs, and her white lap coat with her name on it. Under the fluorescent lights, her blue eyes looked almost electric.

“What are you doing here, Seresin?”

“To give you this,” he said, offering the cup in his left hand.

She accepted it with narrowed eyes, but raised it to her lips and took a sip. He watched surprise and shock overtake her features as she lowered the cup and looked from it to him.

“How did you know my coffee order?”

He shrugged. “You told Bob a couple of weeks ago.”

Jas took another sip, still looking like she didn’t believe him. “And you remembered?”

Jake snorted and sipped his own coffee, offering Jas a wide grin. “It’s not a complicated order,” he said and tapped his cup against hers. “See you later, Doc.”

[lorebird]

hi lore hi hi hi you said hisui headcanon lore???? 👀👀👀 hisui hc lore please 👀 ty

HIIIII I was gonna draw some stuff for this but. Alas it is 6 am and god has seen fit to punish me for my hubris (cramps) so I’m just gonna distract myself writing this while I wait for the ibuprofen to kick in

So this is like. Completely out there bc it’s just me cherry-picking the series’ worldbuilding that I enjoy (and also completely changing it) for the sake of self indulgence <3

The Celestica people lived in ancient Hisui and were part of a trade network with the other regions. 3000 years ago, there was a war between Galar and Kalos that resulted in the darkest day and the ultimate weapon, and the news spread all over. A few centuries later, a traveller from Hisui came across the decimated weapon and its story. Idk who this character’s gonna be, probably a new OC bc I can't think of a canon character to throw this backstory onto

A bit of hc lore regarding how the ultimate weapon works: it's powered by infinity energy, the life force of pokemon, which is canon. I elaborate on that by having all infinity energy sourced from Arceus. Every pokemon is tied to it through the infinity energy necessary to live and exist (oh my god I just thought of the implications of this for manmade pokemon holy shit that's so cool I gotta think about this more), but some have more power than others. Legendaries (and maybe some mythicals?? I can't remember them all rn), which have power over nature/reality, have some of Arceus' own creation power tied into their infinity energy. All those mons are some of Arceus' thousand arms. This power can be harnessed by the ultimate weapon, which is how Lysandre intends to make the player immortal by powering it with Xerneas (so if someone powered an ultimate weapon with Kyogre, it could manipulate the oceans; if someone powered it with necrozma, it could manipulate light; etc etc)

So anyways -- the Hisuian came back and began building a new weapon, this time with the intent to create an entirely new world, just like Cyrus and Volo. Instead of a singular body like in Kalos, the three "petals" were placed around the region, equidistant from the temple of Sinnoh in the center. Each third was powered by one of the creation trio's orbs.

But tracking down those orbs was tough work -- the weapon-builder, who I'm just gonna call ZA for ease, reached out to historians and merchants to try and locate them (no one knew what they were up to at this point and what the orbs were intended for). Once all 3 had been found, the finders were told to bring them to a certain location at a specific time. At this point, ZA was at the temple of Sinnoh in the center of a region-wide weapon, and they fired.

Each third of the weapon created a crater, the three lakes. I made this shitty little representation like 3 weeks ago DHFJDKFK it's based off my vague memories of the nationwide transmutation circle from watching fma like 6 years ago

The weapon tore open a massive rift that kinda threw everything to shit, like having a spacetime distortion covering all of Hisui. This is the threat that the ancient hero mentioned in-game solved (I like the theory that the hero is Alder <3 so he was dragged in by the distortion like Ingo was, just. A couple thousand years earlier)

As for the people who delivered the orbs and were caught up in the blast -- idk who the lustrous globe holder was tbh, maybe I'll make them another oc if I don't find a character to chuck that lore onto. The one who had the griseous core was Volo; Cogita had the adamant crystal. Like AZ, they gained immortality from proximity to the weapon, but also inherited other elements of their respective pokemon's infinity energy. Cogita can see the past and future; Volo can access the distortion world. The theoretical third character could warp space or teleport.

The weapon firing and ensuing chaos killed off a lot of the Celestica people, and the remaining few had no stability in Hisui and so left for other regions. A few centuries before pla, the diamond and pearl clans' ancestors arrived, taking up the title of Celestica and upkeep of the temple of Sinnoh. I'd like to think that Cogita had passed on some of the ancient stories to them, which is how they know about the rift and hero from the past, as well as Dialga and Palkia (even though things got. A little misconstrued there)

[marshiestars]

Tag 9 People You Want To Get To Know Better

thank you @scrawnytreedemon for tagging!! let’s begin, shall we? :3c

Three Ships: ughhhhh this is real hard because I JUST invented the most horrible, wonderful “why does it work” crackship a few weeks ago, but if I want to include it, I have to ignore one of my three big zelda ships :C

1. Ghiralink. because of course. I feel like it’s illegal to leave this one out or put it any lower. it’s the good food. it’s well-established. I can afford to be picky with my content. it’s great :D

2. Astlink! sorry Kohlink, but Astlink is less likely to scare half my audience away 😔.

tbh I’m still VERY surprised that Astor and Link aren’t paired together nearly as often as Zelast (Astor / Zelda). don’t get me wrong, both are rare pairs, but somehow Astlink is even *rarer* shksjhdjhsshs, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. either way, it's 'moody goth bitch rejected by society (or maybe he rejected society first, it's a chicken or egg situation tbh) with the perfect golden person that everyone admires who secretly has their own issues'!! and it's about how they're on the complete opposite sides of this huge conflict and yet they find unexpected parallels in each other! and having everything fall apart but deciding to be a better person, even when the rest of the world says it's too late, because that one person believes in you and is willing to give you a chance! darkness and light! it's GOOD FOOD

(...man, I really gotta finish chapter 3 of swordsman and the seer.)

3. ...fuck it. scrawny, I hereby challenge you for the title of Weirdest Fucking Crossover Ship. Ghirahim x Godrick? Sephiroth x the Hollow Knight? I'm intrigued, but not crumbling to ash at the thought.

and so I give you this in place of gushing about Kohlink, which is unbelievably rare, but damn it, at least they're from the same source material! besides, I wasn't the first person to pair them by a long shot, no, no, no.

but there’s a special, lonely sort of pride in knowing you’re probably the first of 8 billion people in the world to ever even think of a pairing. ready? here it is:

R*x D*ng*rv*st x S*np*i from FNF.

(censored their names like that because if this shows up in the tags I’m gonna jump out a window)

yeah, man. I don't even know either.

I mean, I do know, somewhere, and my original train of thought is buried in the memory slush of a few months ago, gone forever. so now we're here. fuck. kill me. why am I writing shit for these two. girl what the hell is this

everyone who reads this post, I want a brick emoji in my inbox to simulate getting one through my window

First Ever Ship: ANYWAY, fuck, I don’t even remember at this point, I've been in greater fandom for so long. wait... oh, son of a bitch, nevermind, I do.

*sigh*

it was Billdip.

DO NOT COME AFTER ME, I DON’T SHIP IT ANYMORE. haven’t for years. I was 12. but I loved Bill Cipher (still do, he's my funny meow meow blorbo <3) and was very upset when the finale happened even though I knew that was how it had to be. but every time Billdip art came across my screen, I saw cool art where he: # 1. was still around and # 2. was more often than not a pretty human / humanoid (this was at the height of his sexymanification). hell, I didn't even give a shit about Dipper honestly, I just wanted more Bill content. and again, being literally 12, I didn’t really stop to think abt any moral implications. but yeah.

(also nowadays I hc Bill as ace sooo)

Last Song: 'She Had The World' by Panic! very nice to sing to, it's right in my range <3

Last Movie: does ‘My Little Pony: A Very Minty Christmas’ count? it’s a childhood film and practically tradition for me to watch it every year for christmas lol. although this year I’ve been replaying it for... research purposes. yeah. totally not for a lethally cursed fanfic, no sir.

if that doesn’t count, then ‘The Lego Movie’!

Currently Reading: nothing atm!! even as my 'to read' pile gets taller by the day, hhhh

Currently Watching: Minty Christmas, again, but definitely not so I can copy the dialogue verbatim to use as the base for a coked-up christmas crack fic

Currently Consuming: soup <3

Currently Craving: instant ramen, good god, especially if it’s spicy. they have cups for sale in vending machines around campus but they’re all beef and chicken flavour :C

I won't tag anyone else in this because nine people is a lot; far too many to bother with this wall of personal nonsense shdhdj but thanks anyway for tagging me scrawny, my beloved mutual!!! <3

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Hi! I’ve seen on your blog that you’re taking some time for yourself but I just wanted to send this in case you still check your asks and let you know that I just (and I mean literally like 2-3 weeks ago) came across your blog after falling down the CM/Heid rabbit hole, and I wanted you to know how much I ADORE your HCs/fics. I didn’t know if there would be any active Heid shippers around, what with the reboot and everything, but your stories bring me so much joy and warmth, so, thank you <3

Hello Anon! I bet this is quite a few months old, but I have recently checked back in on tumblr now that my life has been pieced back together. I'm so glad my works have been such a source of joy for you, and the CM/Heid rabbit hole is indeed an all consuming venture. xD I haven't checked in much on the fandom since the reboot, either, but I'd bet anything that there's still very active HotchReid shippers out there. Thank you for sending such a sweet message, and thank you for reading and enjoying my writing! Wherever you are at as far as fandoms and ships, I'm honored to be apart of that journey.

Wishing you all the best 💕

[fantomcomics]

What's Out This Week? 11/8

Upcoming Events: Life Drawing! MtG Beginners Lesson!

Count Crowley: Mediocre Midnight Monster Hunter #1 (of 4) -David Dastmalchian & Lukas Ketner

A dead werewolf would have made Jerri Bartman feel victorious just a few days ago. But this deceased beast was her friend and our beloved monster hunter is shocked and depressed. The return of her predecessor brings no consolation and now there's a ghoulish child-snatcher on the loose in Beloit... Holly Halloween, Count Crowley! Things are really getting batty!

What If...? Dark: The Tomb Of Dracula #1 - Marv Wolfman, David Cutler & Giuseppe Camuncoli

Legend MARV WOLFMAN returns to TOMB OF DRACULA and the character he co-created! WHAT IF...the legendary Dracula transformed BLADE the vampire slayer...into a vampire?!

Petrol Head #1 (of 5) - Rob Williams & Pye Parr

In a climate crisis-ravaged future metropolis, an old, grumpy, obsolete, smoke-belching, cigar-chomping, HOTROD-RACING ROBOT is one 12-year-old girl's only hope. Together, can they outrace the chasing Robo-Cops with an invention that might just save humanity?

Punisher #1 - David Pepose, Dave Wachter & Rod Reis

Is this the return of Frank Castle - or the start of something else? Frank Castle has disappeared, but evil will always need to be punished. With all-new threats rising to claim innocent victims, criminals will need to beware of a dangerous vigilante hunting them from the shadows. Who is the new Punisher? What put him on his path of vengeance? And when the smoke clears, will he even make it out alive?

Star Wars: The High Republic Phase 3 #1 - Cavan Scott, Ario Anindito & Phil Noto

A year after the destruction of STARLIGHT BEACON, MARCHION RO and THE NIHIL stand victorious! The galaxy is in turmoil: The once mighty JEDI are outclassed, the REPUBLIC is on its knees. On the edges of the galactic frontier, JEDI MASTER KEEVE TRENNIS leads a desperate assault against an invading force! The odds are stacked against her, but a Jedi always clings to hope. THE FORCE is with her...right? Not so fast!

Superman '78: The Metal Curtain #1 (of 6) - Robert Venditti & Gavin Guidry

When the planet Krypton exploded, its last son was rocketed across the cosmos and came to settle in a small town in Kansas. But what else came with him, and what if a piece of his home landed somewhere we never knew about? As Superman has become a symbol of strength and pride for America, the Soviet Union looks to crush that image with a creation of their own, built by their own might and forged by their own power!

Thanos #1 - Christopher Cantwell, Luca Pizzari & Leinil Yu

THANOS VS. THE ILLUMINATI! The Mad Titan descends upon Earth to retrieve something he has lost. And the Illuminati must band together to stop him, because they're the ones who hid it from him!

Zawa & The Belly Of The Beast #1 (of 5) - Michael Dialynas

Trapped inside her mountain by pollution-spewing factories, the guardian spirit Zawa only has industrial waste to eat, leading her to a bitter existence of paranoia and destruction.

But when two siblings from a nearby village help her escape, they'll quickly learn that the way to calming Zawa's heart is through a well nourished stomach!

GLAAD Award-winning and Eisner Award-nominated cartoonist Michael Dialynas (Wynd, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) crafts a charmingly macabre eco-fable about nature, greed, the dangers of retribution, and good food shared among friends.

5 Centimeters Per Second HC - Makoto Shinkai & Yukiko Seike

Based on the award winning film by Makoto Shinkai, 5 Centimeters per Second is now compiled into a beautiful hardcover collector's edition! Love can move at the speed of terminal velocity, but as award-winning director Makoto Shinkai reveals in his latest comic, it can only be shared and embraced by those who refuse to see it stop.

Black Night Parade GN Vol 1 - Hikaru Nakamura

A slightly creepy Christmas comedy by the acclaimed creator of Saint Young Men that inspired a live-action film! Hino Miharu spends Christmas the same way every year, working alone at a dead-end part-time job at a convenience store. He'd do just about anything to land a full-time gig, but when he runs into a shadowy Santa Claus dressed all in black, he has no idea he's encountered the real deal. Well, almost. While the normal Santa Claus who dresses in red and white oversees Christmas for all the good boys and girls, his dark counterpart is in charge of handling the bad children-and Miharu just wound up on the naughty list. Gobbled up by a slavering, talking sack, he's spirited away to the Arctic, where he finds himself the newest employee of a massive Christmas operation. Yeah, the pay and benefits are great, and his coworkers sure are cute, but is this the dream job he's been hoping for, or the beginning of a Christmas nightmare?

The Complete American Gods HC - Neil Gaiman, P. Craig Russell, Scott Hampton, Colleen Doran, & Glenn Fabry

Shadow Moon, fresh out of jail, finds his wife dead, his life in shambles, and nowhere to turn. But a chance meeting with the mysterious Mr. Wednesday thrusts him into the center of a conflict between new and old gods, where the future of human and divine life is at stake. The Hugo, Bram Stoker, Locus, World Fantasy, and Nebula award-winning novel and hit Starz television series by Neil Gaiman is adapted as a graphic novel! Collecting the complete American Gods comic book series, along with art process features, high res scans of original art, layouts, character designs, and bonus art by Becky Cloonan, Skottie Young, Fabio Moon, Dave McKean, and many more!

Don't Spit In The Wind TP - Stefano Cardoselli

One man's trash is another man's living.

Since earth became inhospitable, humanity escaped ages ago to live in a space station floating above the atmosphere. Now Travis and his crew of garbage men are tasked with cleaning up mountains of toxic waste, working for a company called Atomic Bros INC., to create a 'Clear World'. But when one of Travis' crew members goes missing near an old nuclear facility Travis' job becomes a bit more complicated.  Collects issues #1 - 4.

Duel GN - Jessixa Bagley & Aaron Bagley

Sixth grader Lucy loves fantasy novels and is brand-new to middle school. GiGi is the undisputed queen bee of eighth grade (as well as everything else she does). They've only got one thing in common: fencing. Oh, and they're sisters. They never got along super well, but ever since their dad died, it seems like they're always at each other's throats. When GiGi humiliates Lucy in the cafeteria on the first day of school, Lucy snaps and challenges GiGi to a duel with high sisterly stakes. If GiGi wins, Lucy promises to stay out of GiGi's way; if Lucy wins, GiGi will stop teasing Lucy for good. But after their scene in the cafeteria, both girls are on thin ice with the principal and their mom. Lucy stopped practicing fencing after their fencer dad died and will have to get back to fighting form in secret or she'll be in big trouble. And GiGi must behave perfectly or risk getting kicked off the fencing team. As the clock ticks down to the girls' fencing bout, the anticipation grows. Their school is divided into GiGi and Lucy factions, complete with t-shirts declaring kids' allegiances. Both sisters are determined to triumph. But will winning the duel mean fracturing their family even further?

Ghostlore TP Vol 1 - Cullen Bunn, Leomacs & Reiko Murakami

What ghost stories do ghosts tell, and what can they tell us about ourselves?

An estranged daughter and her father wander a haunted land; they only have the restless spirits, each with its own story to tell, as company along the way.

After a deadly accident of which they are the only survivors, Lucas and Harmony Agate can see the dead-an overwhelming amount of the deceased, all with their own warnings, cries for help, and malevolence alike.

But Lucas and Harmony aren't the only ones with this ability; there are other nearly-deads, some of which have malicious motivations...

Good Girls Go To Hell GN - Tohar Sherman-Friedman

From political protests to personal struggles with school, body image, and relationships with family and friends, Tohar Sherman-Friedman's life is an inspiring story of conflicting convictions, rebellion, and personal growth. Tohar recounts her experience as the youngest of seven children in a conservative Jewish family, navigating a life buffeted by high expectations for school performance and religious adherence at home and tense conflict in the world outside. With utter sincerity and through detailed panel-style drawing, she relates what it's like to be on a journey that ultimately takes her far from how she was taught to think and what she was expected to believe. A coming-of-age graphic memoir set in the West Bank, Good Girls Go to Hell depicts the reality of growing up in a region split by religious tensions-and sometimes violent conflict.

I Am Only A Foreigner Because You Do Not Understand GN - L. Nichols

Some books take the whole of a lifetime to write. I Am Only a Foreigner Because You Do Not Understand continues Flocks, L. Nichols's graphic memoir of growing up trans in the rural South. These comics document L.'s further transition, from living as a man to walking the middle path, facing depression, disease, divorce and death. Healing leaves scars, things fall apart, and pronouns change until there is no I, there is only us.

I Did It! SC - Michael Emberley

Learning to ride a bike is hard. Can I do it? Yes, I can! A fun comic that kindergarteners and first graders can read on their own. Can I do it? I can't do it. I want to do it. I did it! Simple text that new readers can read by themselves, along with delightful pictures in a comic format, show a little creature trying and trying again as they learn to ride a bicycle.  All their friends help with supportive words of encouragement. "You did it!" their friends exclaim.

Keeper Of The Lost Cities GN Vol 1 Part 1 - Shannon Messenger, Celina Frenn & Gabriella Chianello

Twelve-year-old Sophie Foster has never quite fit into her life. She's skipped multiple grades and doesn't really connect with the older kids at school, but she's not comfortable with her family, either. The reason? Sophie's a Telepath, someone who can read minds. No one knows her secret-at least, that's what she thinks... But the day Sophie meets Fitz, a mysterious (and adorable) boy, she learns she's not alone. He's a Telepath too, and it turns out the reason she has never felt at home is that, well... she isn't. Fitz opens Sophie's eyes to a shocking truth, and she is forced to leave behind her family for a new life in a place that is vastly different from what she has ever known.

The Lesbian Experience With Loneliness HC - Kabi Nagata

A beautiful hardcover rerelease of the critically acclaimed manga that won the Harvey Award, with a new cover and bonus chapter. My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness is a raw and heartfelt account of one young woman's struggles with her sexuality, mental well-being, and feelings of alienation in our modern age. Told using expressive artwork that invokes both laughter and tears, this intensely personal and insightful work was previously released in a single volume paperback edition. This hardcover special edition features new cover art and an all-new bonus chapter by the author.

My Pancreas Broke But My Life Got Better GN - Kabi Nagata

The latest diary manga from the Harvey Award-winning creator of My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness and My Wandering Warrior Existence. In this new autobiographical manga, Nagata Kabi has quit drinking in an attempt to get healthier-or she's trying to, anyway. Her former struggles with alcohol led to pancreatitis and a serious hospitalization, and now she has no choice but to give up drinking. Follow the author as she details the quest to improve her health during a global pandemic.

The Nightcrawlers HC Vol 1 - Marco Lopez & Rachel Distler

When things go bump in the night, they bump back.

If you think aliens replaced your teachers or your neighbor might be a vampire, then there's only one group to call for help: The Nightcrawlers.

The Nightcrawlers take on their first case when a friend from school believes werewolves replaced his parents. They get more than they bargained for when their investigation leads them right in the middle of a confrontation between their caretaker William Jones and a former Nightcrawler out for revenge. This story is about the unlikeliest group of friends coming together to help others...with a spooky twist!

Office Gods GN - Catharina Octorina & Hiikariin

Gods, demigods, and true romance? Office Gods, based on the hit webcomic, is an addictive rom-com set in the corporate HQ of the Olympians themselves! Iris, a young human woman, is swept into the world of divine bureaucracy when she's recruited to work in the office of the gods, in the department of Hermes. The gods and goddesses may be beautiful beyond human comprehension, but she quickly learns that they're every bit as petty and quarrelsome as they were thousands of years ago. Can she survive Eros' antics, Aphrodite's temper, and getting caught between a love triangle with the demigod sons of Athena and Hades?

On The Way GN - Paco Hernandez & Jose Angel Ares

Emma, a newly single cartoonist in her thirties, impulsively finds herself standing in Roncesvalles with her gaze fixed on Santiago de Compostela. Following the pilgrimage route known as The Way of St. James, she realizes the path she is traveling is bringing her closer to and somehow farther away from everyone around her, that the weight of her backpack is more than the clothes and pans inside, and that what she believed to be a simple walk to get some miles behind her (and her past) is a chance to learn not only about the people she meets along the way, but also herself.

Osamu Tezuka's One Hundred Tales GN - Osamu Tezuka

One Hundred Tales is a story about being careful what you wish for. Ichirui Hanri is an ordinary accountant serving his master. Though innocent, he is ordered to commit hara-kiri after being entangled in some trouble in his master's house. Just then, a witch named Sudama appears. She signs a contract with Hanri to obtain his soul in exchange for fulfilling three of his wishes. Hanri gets what he wants...but the price he pays is too high.

An enchanting supernatural fable from Osamu Tezuka, known worldwide as the "Godfather of Manga" and the most influential person of the past century in the development of Japanese manga and anime.

Skip GN - Sarah Burgess

Jay is always scribbling poetry in their notebook. When they come across Skip, a Double Dutch team, they befriend the members-and decide to join, too. For the first time ever, Jay has a place to belong-and friends to confide in. But Jay's friendship with their new bestie Beah is intense, both in and out of Double Dutch. As Beah and Jay help each other grow into the people they will become, it challenges their friendship and their own identities. This charming "slice of life" graphic novel is about accepting yourself, navigating "first love" friendship, and finding your own voice. It's rendered in debut author-illustrator Sarah Burgess's gorgeous art style ribboned with playful humor and sports drama.

Soleil: Illustration Lookbook GN - TANAKA

The illustrator Tanaka's second art book is finally out! This illustration collection is based on the concept of the Look Book. Designed and bound like a fashion magazine, this book stylishly showcases Tanaka's characteristic fashion-focused worldview. Starting with Tanaka's new work "Sunflower (SOLEIL)," this book introduces the illustrations thematically through 10 motifs including "flowers," "seasons," and more. This special collection is full of cute and pop dress collections for boys and girls, covering all styles from classic to street attire.

The Tale Of Princess Kaguya Picture Book HC - Isao Takahata

"Why did she choose to come to earth? Why did she long for this world? An old bamboo cutter and his wife find a tiny girl inside a bamboo shoot and raise her. The mysterious little princess grows rapidly into a young lady, enthralling all who encounter her-but ultimately, she must face her fate and be punished for her crime."

The Cliff GN - Manon Debaye & Montana Kane

Schoolyard outcasts Charlie and Astrid meet up after school near a cliff at the edge of the woods surrounding their sleepy town. They make a blood pact to jump together in five days time, before their thirteenth birthdays. With a deft use of colored pencils, Debaye captures childhood's last pivotal moments as it teeters on the edge of adolescence with startling honesty in this devastatingly well-crafted debut.

Virgin Love GN Vol 1 - Tina Yamashina

Six strangers, one house, one shared goal: love. What could go wrong? "Looking for love, but afraid you'll never find it?" Come Live at the Love House! Shoko Shoji, intelligent, reliable, beautiful, has a secret: she's a 26-year-old virgin, and mortified by her non-existent love life. Every day she checks out the self-help and beauty section of her local bookstore, but never works up the courage to go any further. Pushed on by her friends, she moves into the Love House, a social experiment putting six lovelorn strangers under one roof to see what sparks may fly! Will Shoko, and the friendly bookstore clerk she convinces to join her, finally find love? Or will rivalry, lust, and lies bring it all crashing down?

Whatcha snagging this week, Fantom Fam?

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hey, just stumbled across your page and wanted to drop an askfor yandere Connor if your still open.

What about Connar with a regular darling, they're no cop or detective but came to the station to help out a friend. Lets say Gavin, they've been friends for years and while the reader is oblivious to Gavin's advances Connor is not. Which leads to him snapping, insue yandere activites.

If possible gn nutrual pronouns please, also I'm a sucker for soft Gavin and hardcore hc hes a "I hate everyone in the world but you" type of person

bestie ngl I hate gavin. I caNNOT write him to be a half decent person. Will you accept acquaintance Gavin who is kinda worried for your safety but really just wants you to get out of his hair so he can go back to doing nothing?

Lingerie is gender neutral, right? I think it is. Everyone deserves to feel sexy. 

oh wow i literally deviated from this ask so much im so sorry bestie let me know if you want me to redo it 

DBH Yandere!Connor x reader

(Warnings: stalking, yandere, non-con touching, implied non-con, incompetent police work lmao)

Despite past prejudges, Connor had quickly risen up to become a star detective.

He was extremely efficient, almost everyone he worked with could only sing high praises of him. His partner, Anderson, was quick to respond to his new place by his side, and there were talks of him becoming the first police android to ever be promoted.

You were happy for him. You really were. 

You just wished you would've been told of his staring problem.

Or maybe you were overreacting? Maybe he does this to everyone? You shuffle with your feet, awkwardly fumbling with your hands, trying to pretend the android wasn't raking his eyes over you, analyzing every nook, every feature, every secret you ever thought you could hide.

"Tin Can, the fuck are you looking at?" Gavin suddenly barked.

Connor only blinked, his LED whirrs yellow, before he turned back to his desk. Gavin glanced back at you. 

“Yeah,” He said, “What’d you say again?” 

You winced at his tone. It was condescending, bored. You honestly couldn’t blame him. You barely even knew the guy. He was an ex of a friend, the only thing you two knew of eachother were your names. He really didn’t have to care. 

You bit your lip. 

“Well,” You said, “It started a month ago. I-I don’t really know how to explain it but...I feel like I’m being watched all the time.” 

The grocery store, your workplace, even your goddamn bed at times. You constantly felt these eyes on you, watching you went, scrutinizing everything you did, recording every action you made. 

Gavin looks unimpressed. You quickly move on before he can interrupt and not-so-gently suggest paranoia and hypothetical drug use. 

“And-and I brushed if off at the time, but then I started finding things missing...” 

Now that caught Gavin’s attention. He rose a brow, looking at you with a flicker of interest. 

“Missing?” 

You nodded, “Like a few weeks ago I couldn’t find my hairbrush. And now it’s becoming bigger things, like: photos, books, clothing,” 

You decide against telling him of the more personal item that were taken. Like your red-laced underwear, swiped from your drawers. 

“I have security cameras, but whenever I try to look through the tapes, chunks of time are cut out. Like they’ve been messed with,” That or there’d be static covering the screen, interfering with anything that you could see. 

“Also...” You hesitate this time, your voice growing smaller, “Apparently my neighbor saw someone leave my apartment, just last night. She said it was a man.” 

Your boyfriend, you remembered your neighbor cheerfully telling you when you got back home yesterday. Your boyfriend had left your apartment. She looked too happy, too excited for your perceived romantic relationship. You didn’t have the heart to tell her you were single and you lived alone. 

Despite the dread you felt oddly relieved. You finally finally had proof. Something tangible. You weren’t imagining this. This wasn’t all in your head. 

Gavin nodded, propping back in his seat, “Did she anything about what he looked like? Any physical features. Does she know if he was an android or a human?” 

You faltered, “She-she said he was tall, dressed in a suit. Brown hair. She didn’t say he was an android. She wasn’t able to get a good look.”

Gavin hummed, he glanced over at his computer. 

Then, he sighs.

“Listen,” He finally said, “I know this sucks to hear...but we really can’t do anything with so little evidence.” 

At least he had the decency to look kind of apologetic. You felt angry, burning. You barely managed to squash it down, trapping it so you could hear him speak. 

“The most we can do right now is have an officer come by to check the place out. You can bring your cameras over and we’ll see if someone’s been tampering with them. But...again, that’s really all what we can do.” 

You told yourself to not expect much. The police weren’t known for their stellar service. But...was this really all what they could do? You had evidence. A witness. 

You briefly contemplate on really getting angry. Showing it. Screaming. 

But you were never that type of person, so instead you duck your head, pretending there isn’t a pit growing in your stomach. 

“Okay,” You finally said, “Thanks anyway.” 

He gives you a look of pity, showing a little more concern this time.  

“Hey uh,” Gavin reaches up to rub his neck, “If you don’t mind waiting. I could take you home. You-you okay with that?” 

You managed to smile, “I would really appreciate that. Thank you.” 

He nods, now much more relaxed, “Yeah-uh. Let me-let me go talk to the Captain. Just wait here.” 

He pulls himself from his seat, and you watch him disappear into a glass office.  Reed was a detective, years of high stress situations scrapping away the softness, leaving hard callouses. Despite it all, you appreciated the effort he put in to come across as kind of gentle to you. Like he was actually approachable.

He didn’t have to offer you a ride home. He didn’t have to offer you the comfort of talking to someone you knew, rather than another cop. He just did and you appreciated it. 

Still, the relief you wouldn’t be going home alone didn’t brush away the fear you felt. You were still alone in this fight. Gavin, the police, they couldn’t-no they didn’t- do shit. Was coming here a mistake? Did your stalker know that you’d even gone to the police? Would they get angry? Would they retaliate? 

You drew in a shaky breath. It was too much, this was too much. Maybe you should stay with someone else for a few days. Maybe you should move back in with your parents again. Some company might not shake the creep off but...but at least you’d feel safe. 

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t see the figure hovering. A hand tapped on your shoulder. You jumped. An apologetic smile greeted you. 

“I’m sorry,” Connor tilted his head, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

You shook your head, “No, no it’s fine, I-” You gave a breathy laugh. “I’ve just been a little jumpy lately, Detective.” 

Connor nods. He looks so alive right now. Filled to the brim with feelings. Its different than the looks he gave you when you first arrived to the precinct. Calculating. Emotionless. 

Guilt surges through you and you throw the rude thoughts away.

“Pardon me,” He says politely, “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with Detective Reed,” Of course he had, “ He said he was planning on accompanying you home, correct?” 

You give a nod, “Yeah...Is...is there a problem?” 

Connor seems to hesitate, “No, it’s just...The Detective has a lot of cases pending. I’m not sure if he’ll be able to assist you, at the moment.” 

For a second, you’re torn between feeling guilty for taking Gavin’s time, and indignant. In the end, politeness wins and you’re getting ready to ask Connor if he could tell Gavin you left already when he quickly rushes through his next words. 

“Instead, I am more than willing to take you home,” You look at him, “If, of course, you’re comfortable with it.” 

Connor definitely had a way of making you feel breathless. You weren’t expecting the sudden offer; it effectively caught you off guard. Relief flushes through your body and you give a smile. 

“Thank you,” You turn to look at the office Gavin disappeared in, “No really, I appreciate it.” 

Connor returns the smile. It’s a little more awkward, like he’s used to mirroring emotions rather than expressing them. He bends down to grab your stuff, politely handing them to you in with tentative hands, before ushering you out the precinct. 

Detroit winters aren’t kind, and a cold wind greets you from the door. The chill is enough to not make you care about the taxi waiting right by the sidewalk. You feel grateful to just slide into the warmed up seats, the detective close behind. Connor watches you type in your address with frigid fingers. He doesn’t speak until the car starts rolling. 

“You’re dehydrated,” He says. 

You look at him, confused. He gently taps the LED on his temple and you laugh. Right, it was an android thing. 

“I’m not really surprised,” You muttered, “I haven’t really been focusing on my health recently. Not with all the stress.” 

“So I’ve heard.” He glances at your hands. “Are you comfortable with talking about it?” 

His blunt curiosity is a breath of fresh air. You prefer it over the tiptoeing other people do, their looks of pity. It made you feel like you were some charity case.

 “No, I don’t really mind,” You’re sighing and the sudden exhaustion of the past few weeks is finally catching up to you. You feel your head droop a little, eyes a little less focused. 

“What do you wanna know?” 

“You’re thoughts, mostly,” He says, “How you feel about this...stalker.” 

You flinch. You’ve never used the word before. Usually you say ‘follow’, or something else that made this seem less serious than it actually was. Stalker, made things real. 

He’s noticing your sudden stillness, you wave off any attempts of reconciliation.

“No, no, it’s okay,” You’re laughing weakly, “It’s kind of what it is, though. Right?” 

“I guess, a part of me was kinda’ hoping this would all be over by now,” You say, “I’ve had some friend’s who’ve had obsessive ex’s. They usually followed them around, threatened whoever they were currently dating, but they’d eventually leave them alone.” 

You glance out the window, ��I thought this would be the same, but...it isn’t.” 

“I’m angry, I guess,” You admit honestly, “Or at least, I try to be angry. I don’t know how but I...can just tell this person isn’t doing this out of malice. It’s-it’s just curiosity, for them.” 

It’s not out of revenge, nor out of any past issues you’ve had with others. And that’s the thing that really gets you. This isn’t out of any sort of feeling that you initiated. This was a person who was simply doing this, because they could. 

“You’re scared.” Connor states, something you’re reluctantly agreeing too. 

“Terrified,” You correct, “I-I just don’t know what they want from me, much less who they are. Lately I’ve been sleeping less that feels so vulnerable to be asleep when someone could be right out my window. It’s...it’s too much, I guess.” 

It felt good, to finally vent out your frustrations that you’d been holding in for weeks. You didn’t have to pretend that everything was okay. It levitates the dread of your chest, and you’re turning to look at Connor. He’s fallen silent, and for a moment you wonder if he hasn’t truly deviated because his eyes look so emotionless. Like he’s a machine. 

“I’m sorry,” Connor suddenly says. 

You’re turning to him, about to tell him not to apologize, that it’s not like he’s the one who’s torturing you, when you realize you have no idea where you are...and the car was slowing down. 

The car comes to a complete stop in an empty field, miles away from the city. When had you started derailing from the route? When had you stopped paying attention where you were going? What was he going to do-

“It was never my intention to scare you,” Connor said, casually reaching to put a hand on the controls. You watch his skin peel back. 

 “I was simply trying to document some things. Recon, if you will.” 

A bright Error appears on the screen. You hear the happy click of a car lock. 

“Though I may have miscalculated a few things,” Connor continues. You can barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat, “Your neighbor, for instance. A small anomaly, yet it cost so much.” 

He sighed, like he was disappointed. 

“Would you like some water?” He suddenly asked, “I also have some food if you get hungry. We may be here awhile.” 

That hurled you off the edge. You immediately broke out into tears, desperately trying to squish yourself against the window. 

“I’m sorry-I’m sorry-I’m-I’m so so sorry,” You blubbered, “I don’t know what I did to you for this just please don’t hurt me just-” 

Connor reaches out to place a hand on your trembling thigh, cornering you. His touch appears to be out of comfort, but its too firm, too sensual to be anything but hunger. 

You flinch but you don’t fight back. You’re too scared to. The fear of what he might do if you make him angry tramples out any desire to fight. 

He hushes you and you can see a semblance of feeling has returned in his eyes. Its too dark to resemblance fondness. There’s a slight smile on his lips. 

“Don’t cry,” He kindly says, “I won’t hurt you but.” He tilts his head. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting impatient.” 

Your hands are over your mouth, and you’re staring at him with silent horror as he starts to pull out something familiar. 

Red and laced. 

“I haven’t seen you wear this, yet,” Connor muses, “It must be for a special occasion.” 

He leans forward, tone sickeningly polite. 

“Would you mind putting it on, just for me?” 

[onceuponastory]

my beautiful odette - steve kemp x reader

And I'll get you yet (I’ll get you yet) I've got to make you mine Just know I'm not the sinister type - mx sinister by i don’t know how, but they found me

Edit: The original version of this moodboard used a picture from Sebastian and Daisy’s Flaunt magazine photoshoot which featured them both. I realised this could come across as me using Daisy as a substitute for the reader, which was not my intention. I want my fics to be inclusive for everyone, and the last thing I want is for people to feel excluded from them, so I have updated the moodboard to reflect this.

Plot: After seeing a performance of the Swan Lake ballet, Steve Kemp develops an obsession with the lead dancer Y/N, and decides that she has to be his. Whatever it takes. Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ Please! This is another dark fic! Mentions of death/murder, blood, cannibalism, selling people’s body parts, kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behaviour, misogyny, threats, and the tiniest mention of masturbation. There’s also an age gap between Steve and Reader. It’s not explicitly mentioned, but I HC reader as mid 20s who’s just left ballet school, and Steve as mid 30s. And of course, Steve Kemp, because that man is a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: You know those fic ideas you have at like 2am when you’re supposed to be sleeping but your brain just refuses to let them go? This is one of those ideas. I hope you like it. Also thank you to @s-tarksintern​ for beta-ing this for me!

As the woman dances across the stage, moving elegantly in time to the music, Steve Kemp watches from his seat in the audience, completely enthralled. He has seen this ballet countless times at this point, yet he’s still amazed at how someone can move so beautifully. Her name is Y/N, and the ballet selected her for this role, Odette in Swan Lake, right out of ballet school. Steve found that out a few weeks ago after scrolling through multiple news and magazine articles, searching for any information he could find on the dancer who had stolen his heart and enticed him so much the first time he saw her. Y/N. Even her name sounded sweet. It fits her perfectly. During his search, multiple pictures of Y/N came up too. Somehow, she’s even more beautiful up close. In all his life, Steve’s never seen someone like her before. That night, he thought about her and all the things they could do together. Especially with her flexibility. As he did, he screamed and moaned Y/N’s name in pleasure over and over, almost ripping his cock off in the process.

From then on, Steve knew Y/N had to be his. His beautiful Odette. Of course, the thought of how much money people would pay for her and her meat crossed his mind once or twice. It is his job after all. And besides, dancers are at the peak of their physicality, and ballerinas are no different. Every inch of her would be in high demand, and she could give him an incredible profit. But Steve knows he can’t kill Y/N. She’s far too beautiful to be damaged like that, and broken beyond repair. A swan can’t fly with a clipped wing, much like a dancer can’t dance with an injured leg. And Y/N dances so beautifully. There’s no way he could destroy her beauty or her talent. Like Prince Siegfried in the ballet, he has to protect her from evil. And that’s exactly what he’ll do.

Ever since he first saw Y/N, Steve returned to the ballet at least once a week, wanting to keep a watchful eye on the beautiful and captivating dancer. Tonight is one of those weekly performances. Thankfully, the money he makes from…the business means that he can afford to see it so many times, and to sit near the front every time. If only he could have a front-row seat. He tries for one every time, but they always sell out before he can get one. Steve throws an angry glance at the way of the people sitting in the front row. If only people knew how much he loved her, how dedicated he was to seeing this show, how many flowers and cards he’s sent to Y/N (all anonymous of course), and how he knows the Prince’s part off by heart, then they’d know he deserves the front row. The fucking amateurs probably don’t even know how to appreciate good art and talent like Y/N’s when they see it. They don’t deserve to watch her. Only Steve does.

“No. No. Calm down. Don’t let Y/N see the anger. She wouldn't want to go with me if I was angry.” Steve tells himself as he takes big breaths to calm himself. “Think of Y/N. After tonight, she’s mine, and nobody else’s. That’s all that matters.” 

Considering Steve’s obsession with Y/N, most would be surprised to learn that he didn’t even want to come to this ballet at first. He only came because Ann dragged him along, insisting that he should spend some more time with her because "it’s good for our marriage". Yet, Steve heard her mutter something about how he was spending too much time with their…pets for her liking under her breath, an accusation that Steve took major offence to. After all, as far as Steve’s concerned, he’d been the only one out of them both who’d been putting any kind of effort into the business. Ann just sat on her ass all day and night. Sure, she was looking after their two sons, but she could at least help him a little, rather than bitch and moan all the time. And besides, so what if he wanted to spend some more time with the beautiful women they’re keeping? If he’s not getting it at home, he might as well get it elsewhere. That’s not a crime. Ungrateful bitch.

Thankfully, though, that was the night he'd met Y/N, and a whole new life opened up to him. She was his saviour, and now it’s time for him to return the favour. Steve can’t help but think that if Y/N had been his wife instead of Ann, he’d be much happier for a start. And so would Y/N. She’d dance for him, and only for him. All day and night long, not a shred of her talent going to waste. However, despite Steve’s attempts to conceal his feelings about Y/N before he could put his plan into action, Ann found out about his little…obsession. He still had no idea how she'd found his collection of ticket stubs, articles and receipts that he had hidden away, but somehow, she did. It was only a few hours ago when she confronted him, screaming and shouting about how much money he'd been  spending, and how dare he try to find happiness elsewhere when she’d given him so much? To be honest, Steve wasn’t really listening. All he heard was whining. That was, however, until she said something that chilled his blood.

“If you walk out of that door, I’ll find that little slut of yours and tell the police everything about what you’ve done.” She warned, her eyes full of fury. “And I’ll make sure you go down for whatever happens to her too.”

As he remembers their argument, Steve’s fist clenches, and he takes a few breaths to calm himself once more. “No. Ann’s not a problem anymore. I took care of her, and all the blood. And besides, it wasn’t my fault. I had to do it. She forced my hand by threatening Y/N. But now, Y/N’s safe, and I completed my role perfectly. With Ann finally out of the way, it all happens for Y/N and I tonight. Finally, I can enact my plan, and our fairytale life can begin.”

Steve looks back at the stage, watching Y/N as she dances. This is the scene where Odette and the Prince decide to die together, as a unification of their love. Obviously, Steve hopes that he and Y/N won’t come to that. Yet, the idea of spending eternity with Y/N wouldn’t be such a bad thing. If that’s how it has to be, then so be it.

At the end of the show, Steve waits outside the theatre. He keeps a steady eye on the stage door, waiting for Y/N to emerge from it. Of course, this isn’t the first time he’s waited for her to leave. By this point, he has her routine down to a T. This time, though, things will be different, and he’ll finally talk to her.

Once Y/N emerges from behind the door and starts to walk down the street, Steve waits a few moments to let others go past him before following behind her. He doesn’t want to scare her. As they walk down the street, every so often Y/N turns, looking around her surroundings warily. She seems to be looking for someone. Each time she turns, Steve’s heart rate speeds up. Not for fear of being noticed but because of just how beautiful she looks when she’s scared. Her eyes are wide like a doe, and her neck curves beautifully as her hair falls around it. Her pictures really don’t do her justice. 

Steve follows Y/N further down the street until she disappears into a bar. His brow quirks. A bar? That’s new. That’s different. It’s not her usual routine. This is so unlike her. And visiting a bar is definitely not what a professional ballerina should be doing. “Bad girl.”

After waiting a few moments, Steve opens the door and enters the bar. Unsurprisingly, he spots Y/N ordering her drink pretty quickly. He walks over, pushing past the drunk people surrounding him. “My beautiful Odette, this isn’t you. You just need to be saved. Luckily, I’m here.”

Once he reaches the bar, Steve gently bumps against Y/N’s body with his own. She jumps almost immediately. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” He lies. “No need to be scared, my love. I’m here.” Y/N sighs, and takes a deep breath, obviously trying to calm herself down a little. When she turns and sees Steve’s face, she visibly relaxes. Steve tries to hide his pleasure at speaking to Y/N. He feels like his legs are going to buckle, and if he talks to her any longer, his cock is in danger of hardening.

“No…it’s okay. I just, I thought you were someone else.” She takes a relieved breath. Her eyes look over Steve, and she smiles, softly biting her lip. “I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” Instead, Steve smiles. “Y/N? That’s a beautiful name.” Y/N’s smile widens. “Got her.”

“Thank you.” She giggles. “What about you? What’s your name?”

“I’m Steve. Listen, I know you said it’s okay, but I am sorry about bumping into you. Can I buy you a drink to say sorry?”  

“I’d like that, thanks.” And Steve grins. Now, it’s time for their fairytale to truly begin.

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[elysianightsss]

Hello there, I really love your work and I was wondering if I could request a c!Technoblade x Witch Reader in which the reader is the SMP’s local witch who lives in the swamp lands. Members of the SMP tend to seek her out for her potions, enchantments, tipped arrows, etc. Feel free to make them SFW and NSFW headcannons if you want

Hope you have a pleasant day/evening/night ^^

Thankyou so much, I’m glad you like my writing! I’ve done both sfw and nsfw. Thankyou for this request, it’s given me a lot of idea for future posts.

Techno x witch!reader

HC

SFW

Techno could listen to you talk for hours. Usually you did, sitting there babbling about making a new potion or a new spell you were working on, but gosh the piglin beast can’t take his eyes off you for even a second, can’t stop listening to you even if someone else had entered the room and tried to start a conversation with him. No, he won’t even turn his head.

He loved to watched you, the look on your face when you found something new. It was beautiful, as were you.

Techno got a little jealous sometimes of the amount of attention you got from all the guys from the mainland, even though he knew they were just there for enchantments and potions, he couldn’t help but feel a little bitter about it.

He trekked everyday from his house to the swamplands just so he could see you. He’d find you making new mixtures in your big cauldron, dipping the tips of arrows in it. “Here. Just don’t shoot anyone you like with that.” You warned handing him a dark red tipped arrow.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He chuckled.

When Techno finally got the courage to ask you to be his, you of course, said yes and he was overjoyed. From then on when the guys turned up for anything his arms would be around your waist from behind or you’d be sat on his lap, a smirk on his face.

He loved the lazy days with you, when you’d both lay in bed cuddled up while you read about new enchantements. They truly were the best type of days. Even the blood thirsty voices inside his head agreed with that.

NSFW

This is where potions became even more fun. You had been on a journey a while ago seeking new ingredients to make potions with and dip arrows in when you came across a temple. Inside was a dark chest, it held a grimoire filled to the brim of inappropriate potion recipes. Such as;

Voluptatem - potion of pleasure

Amare - potion of love

Ossessione - potion of obsession

Sottomissione - potion of submission

Calor - potion of heat

And more. There was too many of them. Each one relating to something sexual. It made you shudder at the thought of drinking any one of them. You took the book with you and hid it within your shelves of books at your home. Disguising it from prying eyes. But unfortunately someone found it...

“What’s this?” Techno frowned pulling out the book you had kept hidden for a few weeks now. With flushed cheeks you explained the grimoire to him not missing the smirk that grew on his face with each word you spoke.

“Have you practiced making any of them?” He asked to which you shook your head ‘no’.

“Well let’s try.” He grinned, ushering you towards your brewing area.

Voluptatem - potion of pleasure

Gosh it was amazing, such intense, heightened pleasure. Your nails scratched down your beast’s back, he thrusted harder and header each time never wanting the pleasure to go away. Your back pressed against the wall, while he made you feel weak with the overwhelming sensations flowing through you. Not once that night did either of you regret splitting that bottle of black liquid between the two of you.

Amare - potion of love

Sighs and moans filled the air as soft love making took place. Techno’s hands on either side of your face, holding it gently while staring into your eyes. No bursts of intense pleasure hit you but continuous waves washed over you. It felt like one constant, unbroken climax. You felt so complete and loved in that moment as did he. Both of your heads clouded by the soft pink potion you had shared.

Ossessione - potion of obsession

“Perfect! So fucking perfect!” Techno growled his hands smoothing over every inch of your body that was splayed out on the bed for him. His eyes holding that deep obsession that had taken over the moment he drank that deep purple potion. “Mine.” He growled biting down on your shoulder, humming at the blood that spilled into his mouth at the same time he spilled into you. Filling you up with his seed. He kept you there on his cock, keeping his cum inside of you for the next hour until he began thrusting into you again. Taking what was ‘his’.

Sottomissione - potion of submission

You tugged at golden chains holding you in place as Techno sucked another orgasm out of you. He hadn’t moved from the spot between your thighs for hours now. He was just as much a mess as you were, cum dripping from his cock that he had rutted against the bed, letting your moans guide him into his high. You had both drank the potion, however it seemed he just wanted nothing more than to please you, than submit to you. He kept you bound in that position until the early hours of the morning, by then his dose of green liquid was waring off enough for him to finally fuck you into oblivion, for not only your pleasure but for his relief too.

Calor - potion of heat

“Too hot. Techie please!” You whimpered. The piglin beast chuckled, picking up an ice cube and running it along your body. It melted too quickly. Another piece, this one he circled around your nipples. Melted. Next one he trailed down to your thighs. Melted. The final piece of ice he used that night, he circled your clit with. Watching as the frozen water melted against your body while your writhed finally getting some kind of relaxation since drinking that fiery orange potion.

From that week onwards, Technoblade’s basement was stocked full of those potions.

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@victory-is-here

[thefanficmonster]

Yes, so I would like to place a request for Rebal D x reader hcs since you aren't doing any fics now. I dont have anything particular in mind but yes it can be nsfw, I definitely don't mind lol. It can be angst/fluff. Whatever. I just want some good Rebal stuff.😭 Hope you have a good day/night!❤️

Hi dear! I'm so sorry for fulfilling your request so late (life got pretty hectic) but here is a set of headcanons I based on a prompt I got from an online generator. Hope it lives up to your expectations and hope you enjoy the read! 💕

Pairing: Rebal D x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentioned break-up angst (very briefly)

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary/Prompt: "Home remedy for a break-up"

Your audience were rightfully concerned about you

You'd been gone for a total of two weeks, breaking your pattern of daily streams on your Twitch which was so out of character for you, it got your fans genuinely worried, not just wondering where you'd gone

That being said, they had every right to swarm you with questions during your first stream back in what felt like forever

Your reasoning felt weak to you, but your fans were super understanding and were simply relieved to have you back

Now, what said reasoning is....

A breakup

An ugly breakup, putting an end to a three year relationship

It hurt, even if you felt like things had already ended months ago

It felt like being kicked out of a home you'd built, falling straight into the pool of cold water that is loneliness

A feeling so dreadful and painful, it rooted itself in your bones and only hurt more when you faked a smile for the camera and feigned a giggle to couple with your: "No, really, I'm doing way better now."

It wasn't a complete lie, but not 100% true either

You deemed two weeks of wallowing in your sorrows to be more than enough so you pulled out your best acting skills and put that last shaky crumb of confidence at the forefront

Honestly speaking, you did have some help...

"How I got back on my feet? Wow, you really made it sound like I was devastated."

You were, but I digress

"Ok, all you broken-hearted bitches take notes! Those of you who haven't had your heart shattered might wanna jot some down as well. You never know when it'll hit ya."

You saw it coming from miles away but did you adorn any protective gear? HA! No!

But I digress once more, I apologize

"Of course, for everyone it's different. For me, it's always been comedy. Hear me out: If you don't take it seriously, if you don't give it power to hurt you, it won't hurt you. If you wrap the spikes in cotton, they won't puncture your skin. My way of dulling the blade's always been comedy. I grew up watching stand-up comedians, and I still do! But if that's not your cup of tea, I have a few YouTuber suggestions for y'all."

You listed a few of your fellow gamers such as PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye and Markiplier but you dubbed them the ‘obvious’ choices

Moving away from the gamers’ community, you listed the following:

“I came to like reaction channels as well. Not your typical ones, though! I enjoy Kallmekris, I think she’s hilarious. And also Rebal D. I’ve had an on-again-off-again relationship with his channel throughout the years, but he’s one of those YouTubers I can enjoy no matter how long it’s been since I last watched them.“

That prompted many fellow Rebal D fans to proclaim their shared love for him and his content in your chat

It made you smile, but didn’t get you thinking far beyond that point

However, as we all know, it’s only when you stop looking for love that you find it

But it really had to hit you upside the head before you could understand what was happening

Like the way your heat leaped up into your throat when you received a DM from Rebal who’d caught wind of your compliments about his channel

Or the way a smile spread across your face whenever you’d get a message from him anytime after that

Took you seven long months of texting and Facetiming before you met up IRL

And another three months of hopeless pining before he gathered the guts to ask you out on a date

Thankfully, the rest is history

Your relationship with his channel maybe did remain on-again-off-again

But your relationship with him couldn’t have been better

And it gave you one hell of an answer to the widely asked question couples get: ‘How did you two meet?’

In response, you simply say: “Well, he was my home remedy for a breakup. And the rest is (thankfully) history ;)”

[blackstarmylove]

The Moon is Beautiful (HC)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Sin, Mokuren, Rindou, Mizuki, Yoshino with fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, (attempted) suicide, death, blood, profanity, HEAVY HCS!

Requested by: @weebslawyer​

Prompt: Ok ok so.. I don’t even know how to start it because first I’m stupid and second just because.. But it’s a request with bsts and they are dating this girl and she’s not fine, but she’s trying to be ok for them, to support them and be there for them. And because she doesn’t have a sleep schedule she send them, every night, at the same hour, ‘’The moon is beautiful isn't it’’ this being her way to tell them she loves him, but they just don’t get it. So after a few days they have a fight because they thought she start ignoring them but she just wanted to be alone because pretending to be fine is just exhausting, but she keep sending the text even if they don’t talk. But suddenly she stop. And after a week or so, her friend is coming to them and give them a note, with obvious, the same message, but this time is really the last one because she had an attempt to commit aliven’t. But like I will let you choose. Do whatever you want with this.

A/N: Not all outcomes are the same, and bestie, you wanted Sin to suffer, and I granted your wish. Sorry in advance. >< I tried something different for all the HCs, so hopefully it worked out. 

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Prologue:

With the last bit of your strength, you carefully writing down the same words for the umpteenth time and folded the paper. As you shifted your eyes to the ghostly orb in the sky, a small smile tugged at your lips. This was it. You no longer had the physical or mental strength to keep pretending - nothing was going to be okay, and you had figured this out a long time ago but still held onto a little hope. You thought he might be able to help you, but he couldn’t even make sense of the simple line you sent him every day.

If only you could have mustered enough courage to ask him for help, but then again, would he have helped you or seen you as a burden? Shifting your eyes to the paper in hand, you forced a smile. “I hope you have a happy life and find someone better.” 

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Sin silently stared at the dark clouds as they engulfed the haunting glow of the full moon. Where did he go wrong? What was his mistake? No matter how many nights he spent searching for answers to his countless questions, he always came up empty-handed. Leaning his back against the stone behind him, he closed his eyes and once again relived the moment that changed his entire life. 

When your friend handed the note to him, he knew something was amiss, but when he saw your usual message on the paper, Sin thought maybe you broke your phone, and the handwritten note was a way of informing him you were fine. Moreover, since you two had a fight, he thought you sent the message through your friend as you were still mad at him. 

Sin was not prepared for the police showing up at Starless, asking him to accompany them without answering his questions. 

In an hour, he found himself standing in front of a pair of desolate white doors. Sin had read the words above the doors and knew exactly what was going on, but his heart and mind refused to accept the truth.

As one of the officers pushed opened the heavy doors, an unpleasant gust of cold air hit his body. “Sir, before we ask you to proceed any further, we have to warn you about the state of the body. She was in the water for almost twenty-four hours. Please prepare yourself for what you are about to see. Sir, do you recognize this woman?” 

Before his mind could visualize anything more, Sin opened his eyes and gently brushed his fingertips across the stone slab next to him, feeling the engraved words. ‘Here lies a woman I loved but failed to understand and protect. Forgive me, my love. I shall never forget you.’ 

“(Y/n), the moon was beautiful when you were with me...but I no longer see the beauty in it.” 

Mizuki was just as much irritated as he was angry. Why did you keep sending that annoying message to him? If texting him that message wasn’t enough, you were now sending him those words on paper. Why the hell would he care if the moon was beautiful? It was just some floating orb in the sky at night. 

Crumpling up the paper, he tossed it into the trash can before walking into the main restaurant area. All the cast members were getting ready for a special show and had a lot of things to do. Thinking about that stupid message was the last thing on his mind. 

Zakuro was listening to a news report in English, further adding to Mizuki’s irritation. Was the entire world out to get him today? Then, he thought he heard your name but brushed it off as his mistake until he heard glass shattering behind him. 

Mizuki looked up from wiping the tables to see some of the cast members staring at him, looking horrified. Why were they looking at him? Wait, so the news reporter did say your name? “Zakuro, why did they say (y/n)’s name? Did somethin’ happen?” 

Not a single ara ara or oya oya came from him, adding to Mizuki’s apprehension. “Kei! What the hell is goin’ on!? Kongou? Kokuyou? Anyone? Why the fck won’t ya bastards say anythin’?”

He struggled to get his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed your number. No answer. Mizuki continued to call you until Kokuyou gripped his shoulders and broke the news to him. “(Y/n)...the police found her...b-body. She is de-” 

“STOP LYIN’!” He pushed Kokuyou’s chest as hard as he could and stumbled backward. “I don’t believe ya! That bastard is lyin’ on tv. Nothing has happened to her, nothing!” 

“Mizuki...no one is lying to you.” Kongou’s words slowly made their way to his head, and in the next second, Mizuki pushed the tables, broke chairs, and ripped every decoration he could get his hands on. None of the cast members had the heart to stop him as they watched him wreck everything in the restaurant. 

Falling to his knees, tears poured out of his eyes as he let out a raw scream. “You can’t leave me, (y/n). You fckin’ can’t leave me. What’ll I do without ya? Why? Why? WHY? Fck you, (y/n). FCK YOU!” 

Rindou read the note over and over again. Why were you sending him this message through a handwritten note? Why had you stopped texting him? Something was not right, and on top of that, you weren’t answering his calls.

As he made his way down the hospital hallway to get to his sister’s room, Rindou couldn’t stop thinking about your message. What did those words mean? Why didn’t he ask you sooner? 

Two nurses walked out of the room next to his sister’s and politely bowed to Rindou before continuing their conversation about a new patient who came into the hospital a few hours ago. When he heard the words “she attempted to commit suicide,” Rindou began to grow anxious. 

He waited for the nurses to turn the corner before slowly approaching the room they exited from. A shaky gasp escaped his lips - this was not happening. 

This was all a nightmare, right? Rindou desperately wanted someone to tell him he was stuck inside a nightmare, and all he had to do was open his eyes to escape it. Team P’s leader closed his eyes, inhaled sharply, and reopened them, but he was in the same hospital, standing in front of the same door with a small window that gave him a glimpse of your lifeless-like state. 

Rindou pushed the door open and dragged his heavy feet closer to your bed, his eyes never once leaving your face. He slowly brought his trembling finger closer to your cheeks but couldn’t bring himself to touch you as if he was afraid you would disappear the moment his fingertips made contact with your skin. 

“W-Why, (y/n)? Did you do this because of our fight? I’m sorry. I’m so for fighting with you. I’m sorry for thinking you were ignoring me. I’m sorry for not understanding your cries for help...I’m sorry for...everything.” Rindou cupped your cheeks, tears filling his eyes. “I want to see your smile again, so please wake up...for my sake.”

Yes, the moon was beautiful, and he sent that reply multiple times, so why were you now sending the same message through paper? Did you want him to write you a decorate hand written note saying the same words as his text? Much to his relief, you had stopped sending that text a few days back, and Yoshino had tried to be patient, but his patience was growing thin. 

After his shift, he called you to tell you he was coming over, but much to his shock, your phone was turned off. You never turned your phone off and always kept it charged, so why now? Feeling uneasy, he hurried to your place, but right as he reached your building, a flash of black filled his eyes. In the next moment, he heard a loud thud, and something slashed onto his clothes. 

The singer froze in place as his eyes lowered to black cloth a few feet away from him. Yoshino’s silently traced his gaze up to see you smiling at him, and even then, he couldn’t move a muscle. He watched as the life painfully drained out of your eyes until there was nothing left. Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to move. 

Screams, sirens wailing, police asking the people to move back, a first responder asking him if he was okay, whispers of the gossipers behind him - he heard everything, but Yoshino couldn’t move. All he could see was your hollow gaze looking into the depths of his soul as if asking, “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Again? Why were you so obsessed with this message? What did it even mean? Mokuren sighed, balled up the paper, and tossed it in the recycling bin. Focusing on the performance was far more important than thinking about you or your senseless message. 

Once all the fans had cleared out, Mokuren got ready to go home, but when they walked out of Starless, they saw a familiar face restlessly pacing on the sidewalk. “You gave me (y/n)’s note earlier, did you not?” 

Your panicked friend hurriedly explained to them that you weren’t answering any calls or opening your apartment door. “Also, I thought (y/n) was acting strange, but when I asked, she said she was just tired. Mokuren...something is very wrong.” 

Hearing those words, Mokuren felt a sense of fear and began sprinting at full speed towards your apartment. Using a spare key, they opened the main door and headed straight for your bedroom, but the second Mokuren’s eyes landed on you, they lost their balance and landed on their knees. 

Mokuren’s mind was blank as they stared at your blood-soaked wrist and hand. Behind them, your friend screamed before rushing to call the ambulance. They gradually crawled closer to you, their fear increasing with each step. Holding onto their breath, Moku brought the side of their clammy index finger to under your nostrils. Realizing you were still breathing, they scooped you in their arms and repeatedly called your name. 

“But...why did you? If you were in pain, why didn’t you tell me! This entire time, I thought you were ignoring me, but you...you were suffering by yourself. (Y/n), you have to stay alive...for me. I won’t let you go...not now, not ever, so please, princess, hang in there.” 

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