#he was sooooo happy my bloody heart

[rainbowharadise]

The extreme levels of hadorable going on here 💖

[fourmoony]

hi! i just thought of this and i think it's sooooo cute. so imagine james and reader get married, the ceremony ends, everyone goes home and reader and james go home as well and they just order take out and eat in their wedding clothes with bunch of fluffy dialogue!! thanks!!

this is such a cute idea! thanks for requesting <3

james x f!reader | 1k words | masterlist

James is pressing buttons on the television remote, mumbling angrily to himself when it won't switch to the channel he wants. You smile over at him, heaving a breath, collecting the white tulle beneath you so you don't step on it.

"Gimme," You make grabby hands, ring glinting against the lamp light in the corner of the room. "You're too heavy handed with it."

James rolls his eyes playfully, but hands the remote over with a look so lovey and dopey, so sticky sweet that it halts the breath in your lungs for a moment. Never in your life did you think you'd end up being the girl lucky enough to marry such a handsome man, with a heart so big it consumes his entire being, who is so passionate and caring and hysterically funny. But here you are, ten minutes home from your beautiful reception at Potter Manor, married to your amazing, lovely, handsome husband, and your heart feels so full it could burst.

James is still dressed in his suit, buttonhole flower bent at the head and his hair messier than usual. His shirt is rumpled and his tie is half loosened, his glasses askew, but he has never looked more handsome. He lifts his left hand, runs it through his hair and the gold of his wedding band catches your eye. You smile, a secret little smile just for yourself, and change the channel. James switches to rummaging through the paper bag on the coffee table, pulling out boxes and bags of food.

"Did you order chips and cheese?" James asks, frowning into the tub in his hands.

"No." You hum, sitting in your previous place on the floor.

Your dress puffs out around you, a sea of white and tulle and James smiles over at you. It's a knowing smile, a smile that you've shared multiple of all day. The 'I'm so happy, I love you so much, this is the best day ever' kind of smile. James slides down from the couch to sit beside you, setting the mystery container of chips and cheese onto the coffee table.

"Well, they sent us some." He shrugs.

"Nice."

It's domestic and it's nice. It's better than the 'thank you for coming' and the 'oh, I'm over the moon, it turned out beautiful' conversations you've been having all day. It's chill and comfortable and it's just you and James in your tiny little cottage after a busy day filled with love and laughter and energy.

"Here." James passes you your container, a donner kebab.

You smile, "Thanks. Don't get me wrong, I loved the menu we picked. Seriously, best Balmoral chicken I've ever had. But I have been craving this all bloody day."

James nods in agreement, mouth too full of chicken pakora to say anything. He's leaning over his container to avoid spilling on his suit, but you don't have the same thought, biting into your kebab and gasping when the sauce spills out and onto the white fabric of your dress.

There's a moment of stunned silence between you and James where the TV show you both love drones on in the background and you just stare at each other. You assume James is waiting for you to have some sort of meltdown. Instead, you purse your lips, eyes alight with amusement and James cracks first.

You're both laughing so loud it overshadows the sound of the television, collapsing in on each other until you can't breathe.

"Oh, baby," James sighs, "Your dress."

He has the decency to sound deflated for you but you shake your head, smiling like the cat who got the cream. "It's okay, handsome. I already had the perfect day in my perfect dress."

"It was a pretty good day, huh?" James asks, returning to eating straight after.

You follow suit, leant over your container this time, "Yeah, it was. You know what beats it, though?"

James hums in acknowledgement.

"This. Right here."

James looks at you like you've lost your mind and you laugh.

"Today was perfect. I love you so much, and I couldn't wait to be your wife. I love our friends and our families, I loved celebrating with them. But my favourite moments always end with us back here. Me and you, sharing a kebab, watching shitty TV, and laughing until we can't breathe. That's what I couldn't wait to spend the rest of our lives doing." You tell him, eyes shining with emotion.

James sets his box on the coffee table, reaches out for you and you go because there will never be a time when James Potter calls and you, his wife, don't go.

"You looked beautiful today, you know?"

"I did?" You muse, settling into his lap, his arms warm and strong around you.

James presses his lips to your shoulder when he nods, sure and firm, "Yeah. But you look etheral right now."

"Covered in kebab sauce?" You ask.

James laugh, low and sweet and your stomach flutters, "Oh yeah."

"Hm," You hum, "You look pretty handsome."

"That's 'cause you're on my lap."

His eyes are big and brown and full of love and all you can think to do is kiss him. It's sweet and soft and it's all of your love for each other wrapped into one. He squeezes your waist, pulls you further into him and it all just feels perfect. You're so full of love you could burst.

"I love you, Mrs. Potter." He tells you, eyes so open and honest and it brings tears to your eyes.

"I love you, too, Mr. Potter."

It's sickeningly sweet and cringey and you wouldn't have it any other way. The guests have all gone, the wedding is over, you're home, with James, your husband, and you're married and you're happy and content and in love.

"Eat up before it gets cold." You urge James, handing him his pakora before reaching for your kebab.

You stay there, in his lap, curled in on each other, for hours. You'd stay there forever. And now, you can.

[rosepascal]

Vampire || Asshole!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Everything about Joel screamed for you to stay away but you just couldn't.

Warnings: LIGHT SMUT, it's a small section but still smut and therefore this is 18+ ONLY, NSFW, asshole!Joel, no happy ending, angst, toxic relationship, afab!reader, fingering, groping, rough sex.

A/N: So here's my fic very loosely based on Olivia Rodrigo's Vampire. I fucking love her whole album and I finally wrote this. It's loosely based so don't come at me if it doesn't line up with the song. Anyways I don't normally write asshole!Joel but this song required that sooooo. Hope you enjoy!!

You should’ve known. Really. Every red flag was right there. Every warning, every bad feeling was there. And you ignored it. You ignored it because the allure of Joel Miller was too much. What about him was so mesmerizing, so intoxicating that you wanted more and more of him? You don’t know. There was just. Something there.

Joel Miller was not a good man.

The rumors that were spread about him only told stories of a cold, heartless, cruel man. He cares about one thing and that’s himself. He’s lied, stolen, made deals with FEDRA. Taken advantage of people’s weaknesses for their own gain. He’s killed. A lot. Some say without even flinching. Everything about him should scare you. Terrify you.

You’ve heard other things about him too. Stories from women who swore up and down he would use you and toss you out like nothing. Take their hearts and chew them up. Stomp on them like they’re nothing but the dirt beneath his foot. So why did you ever think it would be different?

The first time you ever saw him was when he saved you. Why? For his own selfish reasons. 

“Thank you.” You said softly. Your wrist was still throbbing from the force the stranger held it with. The same stranger who was curled up into a ball. Groaning in pain from the beating Joel gave him. Apparently this man had crossed Joel and thought he had gotten away with it. Joel had to show him otherwise. He rubbed his hands, his knuckles were bloody from the numerous punches. He looked over at you and said nothing. He just looked at you.

“I don’t have much but I have ration cards.” You reached into your pockets, your hands were shaking as you held them out to him.

“I don’t want your damn ration cards.” He said flatly. As if you had insulted him by offering them. You just wanted to say thank you.

He looked up and down at you. You would call it a look of pity but you don’t think Joel had that in him anymore. Instead he just walked away. Leaving you alone. It took a few seconds for you to snap back to focus, standing up and hurrying back to the shit apartment you called home. With Joel lingering in your mind. 

Your first encounter with Joel left you more curious than before. You asked around more and everyone told you the same thing. Stay away from him. If only you listened. The next time you saw him, you ended the night under him. It all happened so fast. One shitty day and a quick drink led to you and Joel making out in the dark alleyway. 

“Fuck, Joel!” You moaned as he pushes you against the cold wall. There’s a small feeling of pain as your back scraped against the harsh brick but Joel didn't let you catch your breath for a moment.

“Shut up.” He mumbled as he slipped his hand up your shirt. Groping your boobs through your bra.

His other hand wandered down to squeeze your ass harshly. He was frantic in his movements. You closed your eyes as his hands slipped down in between your legs. Electricity shot through you as he rubbed your clit through your pants.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt like this. Been with a man who sets your sense on fire with everything he does. You squirmed under his touch and you begged for more.

“I told you to be quiet.” He covered your mouth with his hand to quiet the noises escaping your lips. He tilted your head up and sunk his teeth into your neck making you gasp. Sucking and biting until he was happy with the mark that was left.

“Come back to my place baby.” He purred in your ear and you happily followed him like an eager little puppy.

Clothes get tossed off carelessly the moment you enter his apartment. He laid you on his shitty mattress and wasted no time in shoving his fingers into your pussy. Your moans bounced off the thin walls as he relentlessly fucked you with his thick fingers.

“So tight.” He groaned as he spread your legs wider with his knees. You whined when he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the cloth beneath him. But your whines get cut short when he shoved his cock into you.

It punched the breath out of you as he slid in. Thick, long, heavy. Your brain went fuzzy as he grabbed your ankles and pushed them to your head, leaving you in the perfect position for him to use you as a little toy. Not that you were complaining.

He pounded into you over and over again until you came hard. The pleasure overwhelmed you until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Joel grinned and you noticed a fire in his eyes.

“Hope you’re ready for more baby, cause I ain’t stoppin’” He growled in your ear as he pulls out and flips you on your stomach.

True to his word he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied. He took you on your stomach, shoving your head into the mattress and propping your ass up just for him. Then flipped you over and rolled you on top.

“Come on, m’tired. Give me a show.” He said with a smirk. Your legs felt like jelly and he laughed as you struggled to ride him. It doesn’t take long for him to take mercy on you. Grabbing your hips and fucking up into you.

“Fuck fuck!” You wailed as you brace your hands on his chest. Silently hoping he'd never stop.

When morning came he was gone. Having left for whatever job he was assigned the day before. As you dress and leave you could feel the ache in your body. When you close your eyes you see the night replay in your head.

And it hasn’t left your mind since. 

After that night you swore things had changed. That he was different, that everyone else was lying. They were wrong. Joel is a nice guy. He cared about you, he loved you. He kissed you. He walked you home.

Sure he wouldn’t call you his partner, wouldn’t tell you things, wouldn’t do anything in public…but that’s okay right? He’s just not an affectionate man, he’s private. That’s all. 

For months you chased after him. You thought that maybe he felt the same connection you did. You fooled yourself into thinking he wanted you the same way. That he loved you the way you loved him.

He threw you a bone every now and then. Kissing your forehead, calling you baby. Just as you were losing hope he’d reel you back in with something. But his eyes always wandered. His nights got longer and his mornings got earlier. You kept his bed warm but that didn’t matter when his blood runs cold as ice.

You had enough and when you confronted him, yelled at him until you couldn’t anymore he just laughed.

“Really baby, you think this was something more than a quick fuck?” It was like he slapped you in the face.

All those nights. When he held you close and promised he cared. Everything meant nothing to him. Was it for fun? Did he get bored and pick you as his new play thing? Without thinking you slapped him hard across the face.

“Fuck you Joel.” You stormed out and refuse to look back.

You were distraught when you finally reached the comfort of your own home. Filled with so much anger as you let out a scream. Angry at Joel for what he’s done but angrier at yourself for letting him do it to you. It was so obvious, so clear from the start that Joel was trouble and you ignored them all for a chance that everything was wrong.

The final time you see Joel he’s here, at the bar. After days of staying inside, nursing a broken heart you decide to go out. You wander until you find yourself at the bar you hooked up with Joel at. He's sitting in a booth, talking to some poor girl who’s falling for his false charm and dominating personality.

It made you sick to your stomach to see that look in his eyes that was so familiar. He glances up and sees you. For a second you freeze. The feelings come rushing back and the pain penetrates your heart. You look away as fast as you can.

Turning back and walking away from him and from everything he’s done to you. Still when you close your eyes he lingers in the back of your head. He just won’t go away.

No matter how hard you try, Joel Miller has ruined your life. 

[willthewise85]

Sprolden fic master list!

I know many people have trouble finding sprolden fics so here’s a list! I will continue to update when I find/read more! Most of these are one shots so be aware! If you have any more, let me know and I’ll make sure I add them! (Purple=favs!)

Angst

Weeping angel- liverhaver

MICHAEL ANGST AHHHHHHHH

Safe with you- charliestopper

I love them so much it’s sickening

There for you- anonymous

MORE MICHAEL ANGST

Life Is Hard- kelyiar

MICHAEL ANGST HEHEHAHA Tw: suicide

Not the Skater’s Best- Strangling_Figs

This isn’t really Sprolden it’s just PURE MICHAEL ANGST RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

god’s very simple and love shouldn’t burn- Frommybedroom

There’s been no new fics in so long that this is like water in a desert

I’ll never drink again- charliestopper

THE MOST HEARTBREAKING SHIT THIS FANDOM HAS EVER PRODUCED!!! Literally everyone ever needs to read this. Tw: alcoholism

Fluff

Lightning in Our Fingertips Today (I Jump Each Time You Touch Me)- lavender_grav3yard

This is for everyone that agreed with me when I said that snow was Sprolden’s thing

Across the tracks- charliestopper

I never thought about Michael not being able to drive bc he’s blind but it makes sm sense

A night for us- charliestopper

Can you tell that I really like charliestopper’s fics?

Her eyes and Words are so icy( oh but she burns)- oceanchild/sofileall

Insomniac!Tori is so real

First kiss and it’s only because I love you- Sprolden

These are technically like a series or smth idrk

Loverboy and hatergirl- fusioon

Yeah they cute what about it

Your Head (and Hair) in my Hands- lost_to_words

Michael says “bloody hell” or smth like that in this and it reminded me how fucking British they are

Green and blue- kore538

Tori and Charlie being THE siblings ever

Matching Costumes- AboveTheFold

Cutie patooties

Post-Cannon

sprolden’s first pride- charliestopper

The tags honestly say it all

A very Sprolden Christmas- otherpeopleareallthereis

ITS CHRISTMAS TIME BABYYYYY

Days better together- writerbitch_letsgooo

I am a hurt/comfort person @ heart

The Aftermath- ForeverBrainrot

I read this and then immediately subscribed bc I need to know the second a new chapter comes out

there's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me- ALilSakuraBlossom

I almost cried reading this ngl

Invisible String- Sprolden

I’m sooooo excited to see where this goes and so happy that the author is back

World Junior Speed Skating Championships- Sprolden

LITERALLY MY FAV FIC EVER OML I LOVE THEM AHHHHHHHHH

[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

So I’m again on my Once Upon A Time rewatch and I just finished watching season 4, and y’all, this season is sooooo chaotic. And so freaking funny.

Like:

Introducing Frozen but no one in Storybrooke knows anything about Frozen

Elsa almosts kills Emma in the ice castle and instantly feels bad about it

RUMPLE AND BELLE HAVE A BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MOMENT AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL

trying to find the author of a magical storybook

“I knew there was a good reason why you kept me locked in there for all those years, waiting for the time you needed me most.”

Regina puts Sydney back in the mirror

Anna meets Charming who has long hair

“I’m not bossy, I’m the queen.”

Basically any time Kristoff and Elsa are on screen together

The Snow Queen and Elsa coexisting AND ARE RELATED

Sooo many moments that are references to the original Frozen movie scattered throughout the Arendelle plot making it feel like one big inside joke that we are let it on

“You’re the mayor now.” “I am?”

“STOP SAYING LETTERS”

The stunned silence at Mary Margaret finally losing it

“Can I have ice cream, Mommy? REGINA let me get ice cream.”

Will Scarlet. Just. Will Scarlet.

“You seem like a decent sheriff. I trust you’re not the sort to shoot a man in the back.” “What…?” *starts running*

“TWO sheriffs?? That’s just bloody unfair.”

Belle frantically calling Emma because a drunk man passed out in her library and she has absolutely no context and is definitely freaked out by it

“I may be a thief, but I’m not a liar. Let me show you.” *immediately starts trying to break in* *fails to break in* *EMMA BREAKS IN INSTEAD* “Neal taught me a few things.”

ANNA BESTS RUMPLESTILTSKIN WHEN SO MANY OTHERS FAILED

The character arc of Hook’s left hand

Emma finding her parents waiting eagerly for her to return home + Mary Margaret who wants to hear EVERYTHING about Emma’s first date vs David who thinks that some details are okay to be left out

Mary Margaret finding Will Scarlet and thinking that David set it all up and Will being So Confused

“I’m the sheriff’s wife.” “You’re married to the blonde?” “No that’s my daughter. I’m married to the other one.” “What now?”

“So…the sheriff’s wife can pardon me?” “I’m also the mayor-” “He did it.”

“I’m an idiot.” “Finally, something we can agree on.”

“Regina, I was hoping we could talk.” “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m about to storm an evil ice cream truck.”

“It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with you and Captain Guyliner making eyes at each other.” “We don’t make eyes.” “Ready love? 😃”

“Have I ever told you the story of how I met Marian?” “Only about 3 dozen times.” *starts recounting the story* “3 dozen and one.” *tell the story together*

“My whole life I have stuck to my code of honor.” “So why are you here…?” “Today is not one of those days.”

Mary Margaret telling Regina to button her shirt before she goes to check on Henry

“Wow you royals REALLY go through exhausting lengths to ignore your issues.”

Frozen Hans in the closet

“I think it’ll be easier to break into the library now since I’m not drunk and taking punches!” *Robin opens door with ease* *points to sign* “Open till ten.” “Well that’s generous.”

“Guess what! You’re my oldest friend!” *rips Hook’s heart out*

“Now it’s Elsa trying to find her sister that’s screwing us all!!” “…Coming from you that’s terrifying.”

“Kristoff!” “David!” “You cut your hair!” “So did you!”

Ingrid convincing Emma to stay in the foster home instead of running away by encouraging her to terrorize a kid with rubber spiders

THE SPELL OF SHATTERED SIGHT

…The spell of Shattered Sight, and all Snow and Charming do is roast each other

“I AM NOT HAPPY!! 😡😡😡”

“Sealed in My Own Vault?! UGH!!” *looks at outfit* “what the hell am I wearing??” -> the evil queen is back!!

“Emma, you’re prickly, but I don’t hate you.” “…I’m prickly??”

I’m sorry but Regina just has THE most comical face when she realizes Emma is coming, and any time she’s acting like the evil queen in this episode, all of it is just over the top and such a caricature and comical and I can’t take it

Poor Anna trying to make everyone feel love

*sing song-ish voice* “Snow White is a murderer. I killed the evil queen’s mother. And I said I was sorry when I wasn’t.” …Snow??? What???

“YOU said you could keep a secret!!” “I! Was!! TEN!!!!!!!”

Basically all of Snow’s and Regina’s sword fight

Plus David watching uselessly (except for when he teams up with Snow briefly to disarm Regina)

Henry making Hook trip on marbles when he enters the mayor’s office

Will wants another go at Hook, charges, misses, Hook knocks him into the wall, Will crumbles

Anna: *hits Kristoff over the head* *reads note* “*gasp* Kristoff! Do you have any idea what this is?! *pause* Oh, right, I knocked you out. *moves closer* wake up! We have to take this to Elsa. *kisses him* I love you! You’re amazing! …You’re unconscious. *gets up* I’ll be right back, okay? Stay there! I mean I know you’ll stay here but I’ll be back anyway!!”

Ingrid sacrificing herself and the music going on in the background at that point OH MY GOSH

WHEN THE SPELL IS UNDONE THEY LAUGH AND THEY HUG AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

*very confused* “…what am I wearing?”

Regina, David, and Mary Margaret laughing, like,, authentically laughing, like so much that it almost looks to me like they’re Lana and Josh and Ginnifer just having fun, and they’re all falling over laughing too, and it’s almost a blooper reel

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you.” “With a cross bow! You tried to kill me with a crossbow!”

“The door to Arendelle must be around here. It’s just a matter of finding it.” *magic broomstick finds it instantly* *silence* “…there it is.”

Maleficent, Ursula, and Cruella DeVil’s first entrance like wowie that is cool and ahhhh they look so good

BELLE STANDING UP FOR HERSELF AND COMMANDING RUMPLESTILTSKIN TO GET OUT OF STORYBROOKE LIKE YEAH THAT WAS PAINFUL BUT HOOO ALSO WELL DESERVED AND IT WAS DEFINITELY BOUND TO HAPPEN AT SOME POINT

They just. Released Chernabog. From the hat. Freaking Chernabog was just. In the hat.

Regina and Emma’s phone call with Ursula and Cruella

*Chernabog turns to Maleficent* “I knew it.”

“I hope you choke on my bones.” THAT IS SUCH A RAW LINE WHAT THE HECK ASFJJJGJDS

“The Chernabog was looking for the heart with the greatest potential for darkness…but it was not looking for Regina. It was after Emma Swan.” AHHHH CHILLSSSSSS

“If you say a word about this to anyone, especially Emma, you won’t have to worry about Regina. I’ll rip out your hearts myself.” …SNOW??? WHAT??? DUDE??? HUH???

Snow finding out she and Maleficent will both be mothers and she’s straight up like “nah, I don’t wanna work with you. I won’t darken myself by associating with you.” And Maleficient is like “you…wouldn’t want to make a better world for our children…just because you don’t like me??”

Regina crushing the glass after taking the shot as if it was a heart, like. What. Regina how did that prove you are villain it just proves you have a strong grip (you’re lucky you were wearing gloves or else your hand would be pretty messed up)

“First one to save us loses.”

Basically Regina is trying to join a gang

“I said we needed to meet covertly! You brought the whole Charming Softball Team and their pirate mascot??”

*Regina without warning possesses Mary Margaret to communicate where she is and what she’s doing*

Robin Hood stealing a horse in New York

Actually right before that as the camera is panning into the scene you can hear someone shout “I’m walkin’ here! I’M WALKIN’ ‘ERE!”

…I don’t even wanna get into the Zelena is Marian plot because that’s a really icky part of the plot

Ariel: *sees Hook* *immediately slaps him*

The Apprentice putting Isaac in the book without warning

Pinocchio being turned back into August

August being wood and then being a person again but then his nose grows

“We have a lot of questions.” “I bet you do.” *brings down curtain ONTO A WOUNDED MAN and runs away*

It looks like Cruella is going to get a heartbreaking traumatic backstory to show why she is how she is…but really she’s just a bad person

Emma and Regina go on a road trip

The wolf making them crash, giving everyone watching déjà vu to season one (including Emma)

“You know me from the diner, right? Smile and hold my hand and walk around the block for a little bit and you get free burgers for a week.”

*teen Emma is depressed on the bench waiting for a bus* Lily: “heyyyyy 😁😁”

The Apprentice thinking it’s just Okay to sit next to a teen girl and address her by a name she didn’t tell you. Like. My guy. I know YOU mean no harm but you REALLY gotta think about what it looks like to HER

Lily’s conspiracy board

Lily steals Emma’s bug -> Emma grabs a wrench, smashes a car window, and steals a car

Regina looking freaked out when Emma starts talking like she herself would

Regina holding on for dear life when Emma is angrily chasing Lily

*spreads arms out* “go on. Kill me. Put me out of my misery. Put an end to this.”

“There have been many authors, from the first cave painter […] to a man named Walt.” *1966* “Our last author…he passed away recently.”

Rumplestiltskin almost dying (again) (you know, just his seasonal near death experience even though he’s immortal)

Seeing Isaac write “Once upon a time…”

THE LAST TWO EPISODES OH MY GOSH I COULD WRITE A WHOLE POST JUST ABOUT THE CHAOS OF EPISODES 4x22 AND 4x23

Henry standing up to Isaac

Rumplestiltskin the light one.

RUMPLESTILTSKIN THE LIGHT ONE.

“This does not come with a price!” THAT FREAKING BROKE ME

EVIL SNOW

Charming saying “I will always find you” but it sounds Wrong

The dwarves do in fact whistle…but it is Unsettling

Regina is the outlaw with a bow and arrow instead of Snow White…and she’s aiming at Henry

“My name is Henry. I’m your son.”

Regina and Robin’s meet cute that is just like the first time they met and AHHHHH I LOVE IT

Zelena is Robin’s … fiancée

Episode 22 ending with Emma locked in the tower

HOOK BEING A TIMID LITTLE MAN

Henry breaking into the castle using a Star Wars reference

“Why isn’t it rum?” “Rum? I’m allergic to that stuff.” “Of course you are.”

Hook is jealous of himself AGAIN

“Now you’re down to six. Would you like to make it five?”

Regina and Emma meeting again

“What does your heart say? I know what my heart says. But what if his doesn’t say the same thing?” “Isn’t that a risk you’re willing to take?”

Emma confronting her parents with such a brilliant speech and amazing expression…but if you watch in the background you see Hook holding the sword above his head, pointy end going being him, gritting his teeth, bouncing forward and backward, trying to look brave but actually just looks like a scared doofus (in the most endearing way)

Hook sacrifices himself for Emma

They all go to crash a wedding

REGINA SACRIFICES HERSELF FOR HENRY EVEN WITHOUT FULLY KNOWING WHAT HE MEANS TO HER

Henry becoming the author

Hook scaring Emma because he’s not where they left him

Henry breaks the Author’s pen

Rumplestiltskin isn’t doing so hot

Belle storms into the shop yelling at Rumple but is immediately concerned when he falls to the ground

The Darkness overtaking the Apprentice

Regina is about to be taken by the darkness

Emma becomes the Dark One.

I’m pretty sure I’m missing a few things too.

Anyways, like said, this season is chaotic as HECK.

[panandinpain0]

Birthday Date

Howdy, fellas

Percy Weasley x Male!Reader

Don't judge me- I've always liked (*cough* simped *cough*) his character, sooooo...

Also, it's been a while since I've read the books or watched the movies so I'm a little hazy on the actual plot/what happened with Percy and his family...

This really was just a whim.

It's really fluffy

Warnings: Swearing, Spying?, it's lowkey stalking ngl, but not in a super creepy or obsessive way...

Hope you enjoy!

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The Weasley family sat around the dinner table. But it wasn't right. It was eerily silent, especially for the Burrow. The only sounds were the silverware scraping on the glass plates.

It was Percy Weasley's birthday, and none of the family had contacted him in years.

"Bloody hell, have you really not talked to him for years?" Hermione burst out, putting down her silverware and looking at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, then to each sibling.

"No, 'Mione, we haven't," Ron responded, not even he held the heat he used to when his brother was mentioned.

"I know what Percy did was wrong, but..." Harry trailed off, not having the heart to look up from his plate.

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears, covering her face with her hands as Mr. Weasley wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I- really, I just want to know how he's doing! Is he safe? Is he even alive?!" Molly sobbed, her voice dripping with tears. She was bordering on hysteric.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" Hermione asked, leaning forward with a sympathetic look on her face as she regarded Molly.

"He won't want to talk to me- to any of us," Mr. Weasley responded, rubbing Molly's shoulder.

"You know more spells than most of us, 'Mione, do you think there's one that could help us now?" Harry asked, looking over at his childhood friend.

Hermione thought for a moment, biting her lip as she contemplated.

"Oh!" She perked up as if a lightbulb had went off in her head. "I do have one..."

After dinner, which had been more lively after the solution was suggested, they all crowded into the sitting room.

"I'm not sure if this'll work, but it should, if I do it correctly. Any ideas what he could be doing on his birthday?" Hermione asked lightheartedly as she double checked the spell book she carried.

"I'm not sure, but I hope we can find out," Fred responded, exchanging happy looks with his twin. They'd never been to fond of Percy but you never knew what you had until it's gone.

"Alright, hold on tight," Hermione warned, casting the spell over them all. They went from standing on their creaky wood floors to being in the middle of a street, standing on the damp asphalt, seeing as it had rained previously. They were standing in front of a restaurant who's light flooded through the tall windows and cast over the street.

"Just to be clear, we can see them, but they can't see us," Hermione informed the group, everyone looking around them to see what was going on.

"Where are we?" Ron asked.

"Is this that new street they built off of Diagon Alley? I'm pretty sure one of our old Gryffindor mate's own this restaurant," Harry observed.

The group's attention was quickly caught by the sound of talking coming in their direction. Laughter...

"I'm not joking," Percy Weasley said through his laughter.

His family all stared at him. Percy Weasley was walking in a nice suit, holding hands with a man, both of them seemingly very happy.

"It seems like it would be a joke," the other man replied, not being able to stop smiling.

The group was taken aback by the American accent. They never expected Percy to be in a relationship, much less with an American man. The two walked until they were in the middle of the windows, though the customers inside payed them no mind.

"Hey," the man caught Percy's wrist and gently tugged him into his arms, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding his jaw.

"(Y/N)?" Percy asked, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s middle.

"Happy birthday, my love," (Y/N) whispered, smiling and pressing his forehead to Percy's, their breath visible in the cold.

Percy's face dusted a light pink as he smiled at the man in front of him.

"I love you," Percy whispered back.

"I love you more." (Y/N) swooped down for a kiss, capturing Percy's lips in his own. "Now, come, I got reservations and it's cold." They both laughed and (Y/N) held open the door, entering after Percy.

Mrs. Weasley was crying again, holding a hand to her mouth as she tried to keep it in. They all watched as (Y/N) took off Percy's coat, leading him to the table and pulling out his chair for him. After ordering (Y/N) leaned his hand across the table and joined hands with Percy in the middle, rubbing his thumb over Percy's knuckles. The two were entranced with each other, it was beautiful to watch.

The spell wore off then, and they were all back in the Burrow's sitting room. It was mostly silent, until Molly broke it.

"He seems happy, right?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"Very happy," George agreed, wrapping an arm around his mother.

"You should write to him," Hermione advised, wiping away a few stray tears. She had been touched by the sweet display.

"Who do you think that was? His boyfriend- husband? Surely he wouldn't have gotten married without telling us?" Molly asked frantically.

"Come on, mum, we'll get you things to write to him," Fred said, helping George lead her to the desk.

"Maybe we all should. Write him, that is..." Mr. Weasley proposed, trailing off. He felt like he was the worst father, casting out his son for such a trivial thing, looking back.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, patting him on the shoulder.

If they had watched for longer they would see you pull out a box with a ring inside, and Percy frantically nod his head yes. You weren't his husband, not yet, and Molly was right. He wouldn't get married without telling her.

End

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I'm gay :)

-Author Max <3

[nerdy-talks]

Do u read webcomics? If so any recommendations? I need new stuff to read so I’m asking around lol thnx!

I do, lovely anon! ^u^

My top three favorite webcomics/manwha are Killing Stalking, Bloody Sweet, and Dreaming Freedom.

I actually just started reading Dreaming Freedom a few days ago. And I'm hooked! Maybe it's just me ... but every time I look at Siyun's adorable face, I can't stop myself from imagining Yandere!Solomon (from Obey Me! obviously lol)

I am simping HARD for this man! And not just because he's beautiful... I am seriously in love with his entire personality! I tore down the red flags and raced towards Siyun without looking back lol

There's also the fact that Siyun is a lowkey(?) Yandere, which is a major selling point for me. Honestly... He reminds me of an overprotective puppy dog, which is actually a huge compliment even though it may not sound like it

Not to mention the fact that I ALWAYS have a thing for characters with tragic/sad backstories, especially characters that have white hair at one point or another (for some unknown reason... it usually just works out that way xD )

Plus Siyun says things like this :

Oof! My heart!~ 💙

Next : I was extremely happy to find out that Bloody Sweet is getting a physical release. And you can bet I picked up Volume One the first chance I got!

Naerim is super relatable, and Fetechou is beyond adorable. He can have my blood anytime >:3

I've only read Bloody Sweet once before online, and as far as I can recall.... Fetechou also has a very tragic past.

He also says things like this ~ :

Oof!! *clutches my chest* My heart!!! 💙

Fetechou's heterochromatic eyes and lil' fangs are everything. And I ADORE his personality <3

Then there's Killing Stalking. Not exactly a wholesome, heartwarming story by any means. It's actually loaded with plenty of potentially triggering content. But I still love it.

Killing Stalking is another manhwa that I was sooooo surprised to hear was getting a physical release. I'm all caught up (three volumes have been released so far), and I cannot wait to finally own the entire series! ^^

To be fair, I was rooting for YoonBum the entire time. I wanted the absolute best for him. I wanted him to get a happy ending. YoonBum deserved someone who could give him a stable, loving, nurturing home filled with patience, acceptance, and understanding. Someone who could shower him with positive affection, boost his confidence, and give him a sense of self worth in the best ways possible.

Sangwoo, on the other hand... I have mixed feelings about him lol

I really do feel bad for him. But thinking in a realistic sense.... Sangwoo's personality would keep me on eggshells, I don't know how I would be able to comfortably manage a situation like that.

Although, when he comes off with lines like this :

Bad enough you shatter legs, but then you have to go and mess with my heart and mind too?! 💙

Not gonna lie.... I'd rather stay with YoonBum. At least I'd be able to trust him better and rest easier near him haha xD

Anyway! Judging from my picks and these characters, can you see the overwhelming desperation that resides within me to receive any form of genuine intimacy and the crushing desire to feel truly needed due to being deprived of such things for so long? Because it's there! Just look closely and you'll definitely see it! Hahaha! Haha...ha.... T^T

[secretarykang]

"for once in your life, what is it that you want" gilbert x devyn ofc 💖💖💖

“For once in your life, what is it that you want”

I am actually happy with how this turned out, I may hate it tomorrow but I haven’t written shit in a while sooooo

and i hope i wrote gilbert well 😭if not, PLEASE feel free to correct me

“You can't ignore me forever, Devyn.” Gilbert's voice could be heard from the other side of the desk. Devyn stopped writing for a moment, not looking up in his direction though and not responding.

“You know we need to talk.”

“You said you wanted to ‘hang out,” she said, finally she muttered a few words to me thought Gilbert and stood up from his chair and stepped closer to the portraits displayed behind her desk. Kangs and Sakamakis together century after century... What are the odds of these two truly ending up together, he thought to himself, averting his gaze from the portrait displaying Devyn’s and Karl’s fathers to the one displaying her and Karl.

“You know, this portrait doesn't give you justice, my darling. You're far more beautiful,” said Gilbert with a smile, turning to her.

“Gil, I am working and you said you'll be quiet.”

“Did I say that?”

She sighed and kept on scribbling down on the paper, can't he just... leave, I embarrassed myself enough the last time, and now here he is wanting to talk. The last time she dreadfully spoke of was a dinner party held last week where she and Gilbert were quite glued to each other and almost had a tipsy kiss on the balcony.

“Devyn,” he began, “Devyn, serious business now, please let's talk about—”

“There's nothing to talk about, we were mostly drunk.”

“Oh shush, you never get drunk drunk at dinner parties, me on the other hand, yes, but we were barely tipsy.”

This time she stopped and faced him, a serious expression on her face. “It was enough alcohol to make fools out of ourselves.”

“It's not the fucking alcohol, Devyn...”

“Gilbert...”

“Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel it too.” He lowered himself closer to her, brown hair falling in his face.

“No. No, that's not a real thing. I can't do that or have that ‘feel’”

“But you want to?”

“No, Gilbert... It doesn't matter what I want anymore,” she said and stood up from her chair. Having him in such proximity only made the situation worse, as if there wasn't enough air for her to breathe and her mind was getting foggy and heavens forbid she'd have her mind foggy at that moment.

“It matters to me. It matters so for once in your life, what is it that you want?”

“It does not matter what I bloody want Gilbert!” she said with a raised tone, “Matters of the heart do not concern me anymore, I can’t afford to let them concern me.”

“But they do concern you because I bloody well know what I want,” he replied, slightly mirroring her tone.

“No, no you don’t,” said Devyn, turning her back to him and making some space between them.

“Devyn, my darling...” he whispered as he followed her and closed the gap between them, taking her hand in his, “I want y—”

“No, Gilbert... You're being mean. Don't do this to me.” she whispered back, not being able to raise her voice anymore, “I am not her and this will only lead to disaster.”

She could feel him getting even closer, using his other hand to grab her arm gently and keep her in place, please Gil, don’t do it… It’s not worth it and you know it, she thought to herself, unable to mutter the words to him.

“Lady Kang, the servants brought—“ interrupted one of the guards, bringing both Devyn and Gilbert back to reality, “…your dog, he has his bags ready as well so you may take your leave whenever you want.” he finished and bowed his head to the both of them, muttering a ‘Lord Feinze’ before exiting the study.

“Leave? Where are you leaving?”

“Summer holiday. Scotland to be exact.” Why did you mention it? “I bought a new estate there and seemed like a good choice to go in the summer.”

“Scotland?”

“Caithness, far north.”

Gilbert smiled, and he let out a giggle even, “That's at the end of the world, but it is most like you to choose that.”

Devyn smiled too, happy that the tension left the room even if their current discussion is somehow awkward.

“I, um... I need to get back to work.”

“Of course.” he stepped back, “The faster you finish, the faster you leave.” he gave her another smile, trying to give her some sort of reassurance. “I'll come to visit you if you don't mind.”

“You don't like Scotland, Gil. It's too cold and wet and muddy for you.”

“Yes, but I like you,” he said, the same playful smile on his lips, yet his eyes had something serious about them. “I'll take my leave now.”

She only nodded and let him go, avoiding looking at the door as he closed it behind him.

What is it that I want? I don't think I want to know that Gilbert.

[regrettablewritings]

Hi!😁 I'll give you another ship with my dear Lucifer morningstar from Lucifer cuz as it turns out I'm a hoe for a lot of characters but what can ya do? Thank you!

Aw hell yii, somebody's talkin' my lingo! 😎

Who the fuck put the Peeps in the microwave?: Lucifer. And no, it's not because he actually likes them or is curious about what would happen; he's seen plenty of Youtube videos enough to know exactly what happens. No . . . It's far more malicious . . . Generally speaking, you don't like the constant comparison of cats to the devil. But after getting to actually meet The Devil, you think that those believers might be on to something. Lucifer's whorey ways bleeds into his need for attention like red bleeds into white in the wash, and he's completely shameless about it. For example, if he feels like you may be focusing too much on work or, gasp, other people besides him, you run the risk of encountering a very . . . mischievous Luci. Not that he's not already a prankster, but he somehow becomes a bit more childish. Catlike in some respects. He puts your mugs up higher than what you can normally reach without having to climb on the countertop. He joins you at your kitchen table while you're reading over files for work and puts on his most angelic face, insisting he just wants to keep you company and will be as quiet as vermin in Dear Old Dad's house . . . then proceed to obnoxiously click a pen while pretending to solve a word problem, or eat cheese puffs obnoxiously loud. And then . . . the Peeps: The absolute prettyboy bastard used your microwave as a casualty of war, plopping the unplated, mutant-colored marshmallows directly on the glass and letting them go. To be fair, it technically didn't ruin anything. But at least he had your attention now -- because after fussing at him for making a mess, you were currently supervising him scrubbing not only the effected areas of the glass dish, but the rest of the microwave as well. Unfortunately, you can't say a lesson was really learned because now Luci knows that if he wants to get a rise out of you, what he needs is a bunch of candies from the bargain bin.

Who forgot to put the cat out before sex?: It's not that either of you forgot the cat was there -- it was that Lucifer wanted the bloody animal to give the both of you some privacy. And because Lucifer forgot the cat was there. He was simply too busy embracing you in a liplock and laying you down on the couch to notice the glaring eyes of the cat you had rescued from the shelter. Thankfully, you two didn't get very far before the lovingly-named Lucipurr released a meow, indicating that he had become flesh and bone in the few hours it had been since you'd last fed him. Suffice to say, after a startled Lucifer flung himself off of you and onto the floor, nearly breaking his ass on the coffee table (and the laughing fit that had induced on your end), the mood was killed. For the next fifteen minutes, that is. The next time he tried anything, Lucifer made sure that his efforts would be continued in the bedroom (but not before he did a complete check of every nook and cranny in there to make sure the furry bastard wasn't trying anything).

Who posts Vines/TikToks of the other doing embarrassing shit?: Lucifer absolutely lacks boundaries. The moment he discovered smartphones, social media, and all their potential, he was all in and recording as many videos of friends and coworkers as he could in as many awkward or unideal situations as they came. You felt bad for Dan being his constant target, but you were somewhat sure that Dan felt bad for you in a way: After all, you were dating the freaking guy and yet Lucifer had few qualms about posting a video of you, drunkenly singing karaoke in what was supposed to be a private room? Harsh.

Who breaks the most phones?: Lucifer does. He's not necessarily careless, but his part-time occupation does lead him to circumstances that tend to put his phone in danger. You, Chloe, Dan, literally everyone has told him to just leave his phone in the car if he's going to get it broken that often while on the job, but the dumbass never learns. Not that he really seems to care all that much: With his wealth, he can always buy a new one. Though, the only times he gets frustrated is when photos or videos don't quite make it to the transfer and things get lost along the way. Funny photos, suggestive videos, photos and videos of you . . . Photos and videos of you being funny or suggestive . . . Downright pornographic videos he had recorded of you -- Though don't worry: He's sure you'll be more than happy to help recreate the latter. He'd gladly help you . . .

Who dies first?: It should go without saying. It really should. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. Lucifer was always one to get caught up in his indulgences, after all: Somewhere along the way, he must've gotten too swept up in the thrill, the feeling of adoration. He tells himself this but it's really just denial. Closer to the truth is that it all really was just denial: He denied the idea that you would ever leave him, that you would ever die. Luci was never good with his own thoughts and feelings, but the way you made him feel was nearly enough to convince him that, in some way, you would just plain live forever. But of course, this was not the case: It didn't matter that you were fantastical enough to love and be loved by the Devil; you were still very much a human. Very much mortal. So susceptible to things like time and illness and injury. Lucifer was the King of Indulgences. It was extremely rare for him to experience regret. But when your time inevitably ran out, remorse filled him like smoke filled his lungs with every cigarette he ran through from the moment your funeral arrangements were decided. He could never regret knowing you, as much as part of him thought doing so would spare him this pain. He tried to think of how much better he might've been had he never met you, and it always felt like he was stuck in his own personal Hell Loop with everything going wrong over and over no matter how hard he tried to change it. He regretted that for as much time as he lived up with you, he felt like he didn't use nearly enough of that time to just . . . enjoy you. You in your mortality, your fleeting beauty and love that would nonetheless haunt him for however long he might go on for. So maybe . . . for eternity? This didn't feel like his own personal Hell Loop: This was his own personal Hell Loop. And until he learned to forgive himself, it would never end. So he'd be stuck here for maybe . . . eternity.

Which one I could see as being lactose intolerant: Neither. Unless they get brought down to mortal enough, Celestials generally don't suffer ailments, let alone from things like food allergies.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't?: Lucifer . . . It's not that he's not smart. But by Dad, he is lacking in so much self-awareness that it can be maddening. He thinks he's pretty good at following Dr. Linda's advice (and, to an extent, he's progressing). But the fact of the matter is, he's incredibly troubling at best. Not nearly as bad as some patients, mind you, but when Linda admitted to you that one or two sessions of Lucifer completely misinterpreting her advice nearly drove her to consider adding a secret bar into her desk, you believed her and didn't blame her for one bit.

Who is more likely to get kicked out of bed?: Lucifer is a changed devil. But it's a very slow change. You're more than happy to understand and accept this, but that doesn't mean you have to let him and his issues walk all over you. Sometimes, the big dummy just says or does things without thinking -- or because he thought too hard and thought this was the best decision to avoid further strife. And you try to be patient with him about these tendencies, you really do. But that doesn’t erase your ability to be upset by these habits, or your right to be. And no amount of him buttering you up is going to be acceptable, even when he comes by your place, armed with a dish he so thoughtfully prepared for you. Nope, he can literally go to Hell with that (really, you’re sure the demons there would appreciate a nice beef wellington); you just need some space. Ironically, this may create a cycle wherein his need to make you happy again and have your attention on him drives him to constantly hover around you and attempt to win you over, which in turn just further frustrates you. It’ll likely keep going until you either snap or a loved one pulls Luci to the side and gives him a heads up that maybe he should respect your boundaries. After all, intention isn’t the problem here: It’s the actions taken. And as much as it hurts him knowing that he accidentally hurt you, he has to respect your need for time to cool off. He forces himself to go back to his place and tries to think less about how he feels and more about how you might feel, and try to work out ways to avoid similar incidents in the future. And even though the conclusions he comes to may not be perfect, you at least respect the effort -- particularly when he next sees you, no longer armed with snacks from your favorite bakery or bouquet-carrying teddy bears. Instead, all he has is an apology. It’s sheepish, and it feels foreign to someone who rarely experiences shame or regret, but you know his whole heart is in it even if he himself doesn’t understand entirely why that is. Which is good because that’s just part one of the process; part two involves him warming up that spot in your bed that’s reserved for him!

Who uses the computer the most?: You, absolutely. Lucifer's adorably but altogether completely crap when it comes to technology. Besides, he can easily find other things with which to amuse himself, and doing the paperwork is for other people anyway.

Thank you sooooo much for participating again!!! It really means a lot!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

[magalidragon]

Mags, you are amazing. And I know you love fluffly but girl, you need to know how amazin you are writing angst, it breaks my heart, but I love the happy ending.

Aw thanks Anon! 🥰 I know people do like the angst, I am just so particular over what angst means to me versus others. There’s some Jonerys fics I know people love that I will never read or couldn’t get through because there’s angst and then there’s overdone unhappiness and trauma or something (IMO).

That said, some of the angst fics I’ve written were my favorites to write. I know @youwerenevermine occasionally submits herself to rereading “Life or Death” for fun 😭🥺 I did like that one. It was cathartic.

Sooooo because you are a nice Anon, how about a tease for the upcoming angst fic? 🤭

Missy nodded uncertainly. "It's why I don't know what to say, Dany. You're heartsick, you're in grief, but this is too much. It's not good for you, to be reading that file and maybe that's what Olenna was thinking, blocking you from it. There's nothing that could be done and you know it. You've known it since the moment he came into the hospital. It's not a good answer, there's no answer, but you have to know this is so unhealthy."

"But I have to know," she whispered. Why didn't anyone understand that? No one got it, they all thought she was a mess. She didn't care, not even what Missandei might think. Defensive, she pulled back, tucking her arms together in front of her, slouching in the chair, glowering like a surly teenager. "I need to know, it's my coping."

"You're a doctor, Daenerys and you know that's not a healthy coping skill."

"But it's mine!" They didn't get it. No one did. She pushed back from the table, knocking the chair behind her. "It's mine, Missy, and that's all that matters right now. I don't care about the rest of the world. I don't care about the holidays and that's why anyone gives a shit anyway. Olenna didn't stop me last week or a month ago or even right after Rhae died!"

It was all the cheer and joy, the happy families, the need to start new and look back on the year. Well her year fucking sucked. Her Christmas fucking sucked last year and it would suck this year. It would for awhile, if not always. It wasn't like she even cared much about this holiday. She was raised to believe in gods that belonged to dragons, by her weird Valyrian family, and even then they hardly celebrated. Rhaegar loved Christmas though. He liked the goodwill nature of it.

Honestly, her brother was too good for this world, that was probably why it took him out of it.

She didn't want to be here anymore. She had shit to do.

"I'll see you later Missy," she whispered, too tired to carry this further. She knew her friend meant well, knew that she was only helping, and loved her, and hated seeing her like this, but she was just...tired.

To her credit, Missandei didn't fight it. "Call me," she pleaded. "Please Dany....let me know how this date goes, huh?"

Oh yeah, that fucking date. She rolled her eyes, grateful for a new topic. "Satin is a little shit, did you know this guy is Margaery's new boyfriend's cousin?"

"Small world."

"Too small. Whatever, he's probably just as perfect as that white-toothed suave Northern magazine model." Robb Stark looked like he belonged on the cover of every outdoor lifestyle magazine, book, blog, whatever. He was as photogenic as Margaery. They were disgusting, the photos she saw on Ravengram made her want to vomit, their perfect faces and grins. They even did a bloody photoshoot in a fucking Christmas tree farm.

This guy was probably just like that and Satin thought he'd cheer her up and be funny about it all. Some sick joke.

She checked her watch. A few more hours left on shift. "I have to do charts and then rounds."

"Promise me you will stop trying to get into that file."

"Sure."

"Dany," Missy drawled, warning.

Eyes rolling sideways, she shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about it anyways, Missy. Just forget it."

"I suppose that's something."

"Suppose so."

[kirieshhhka003]

AbbaGio interacting? I totally live for Abba warming up to Giorno, maybe doing something that shows that he cares for him (even if in silence) like he (secretly) does for the other members of the gang... I read that you want to write about them, sooooo... here’s my request!

Thank you for your request, my precious anonnie💚

Warnings: NSFW

Leone Abbacchio x Giorno Giovanna

It’s really a mystery how those two ended up dating

You’ll never see them holding hands, kissing, hugging or anything related. They barely talk to each other when the whole gang gathers, and it kinda looks like Abbacchio still hates Giorno

Everything changes once they’re in private. Giorno is touch-starved and clingy, he craves for Leone and his attention and becomes pretty intrusive if doesn’t get it from his boyfriend

Abbacchio loves to quietly come to younger man from behind and grab Giorno’s ass, squeezing soft pliable flesh in his palms. The way green-eyed scowls at older man and says his “Stop it, you stupid” Leone’s chest fills with warmth and utter adoration

Giorno, on the other hand, loves Leone’s chest and often grabs those legendary tiddies. He even gave his boyfriend a special name, meant only for him - “sugar tits”. Oh, how mad Abba gets at this: “Stop calling my chest muscles tits, you fucking dunce!”

They both love indoor dates. Leone is a great chef, he always cooks fancy delicious dinners for two of them. When all the food is eaten, men do dishes afterwards and go watching TV. Abba loves horrors or documentaries about serial killers, meanwhile Giorno prefers comedies or some romantic stuff (but cartoons are his absolute favorite)

Giorno is a young man, he has a ton of energy and vigour. His vivacity is so contagious, even always sluggish Abbacchio starts dorking around with his boyfriend. Usually their little frolics end up with real fights, bloody noses and lots of bruises all over the body

Leone loves it when Giorno is all soft, warm and sleepy in the mornings. Giogio is a night owl so waking up early is a real torture for young mafioso, and the sight of his sulky cheeks and furrowed eyebrows thaws Abbacchio’s heart. And hell yes, does Leone love it when Gio becomes all snuggly in his arms

Leone looks all tough and cool, but deep inside he’s a dumb 21 yo himbo. When he finally warmed up to Giogio they started doing a lot of stupid things. They often have fashion shows, making new looks and pretending to be models walking on a podium

Their conversations before sleeping is one of the forms of human stupidity. Those dumbasses talk about literally everything - unicorns, insects, knitting, corgis, holes on Fugo’s suit and lots of other stuff. One of their deepest conversation was about “Where the hell does government get so many newborns to produce this amount of baby powder?”

Nobody knows about their relationships, even Bruno. They’re so good at hiding it, no one could even suspect that Giorno and Abbacchio are dating. Nara still thinks that there’s something between Mista and Giovanna (moreover, they’re best friends)

Giorno is very close with Mista, they grew liking each other from the first mission, and quickly became good friends. Because of that Leone often has bouts of jealousy, what’s so good about Guido? Giovanna looks so happy around brunette, does he look the same when he’s with Leone?

NSFW

Abbacchio loves watching Giornos juicy ass bouncing on his stiff cock. Grabbing those hips, slapping and massaging soft pudge of Giovanna’s thighs. Seeing a pulsing swollen hole descending onto his dick sends Leone right to heaven

Those two are kinky af. Blindfolding, degrading, hair pulling, face slapping, face fucking, bondage, deepthroating, edging, choking - they’re all into this. Giorno is a little horny slut and Leone is no better

Because of his bad childhood Giorno doesn’t like making any noise, and it’s most noticeably during sex. His moans are really quiet and when he’s about to cum GioGio hides his face into a mattress or pillow to mute his voice. And it pisses Leone off. He loves hearing Giorno, wants to hear him, but he stubbornly keeps his voice back

Giorno loves when Leone dirty talks him. His wide palm slightly rubbing Giovanna’s groin and a few filthy words, whispered passionately in his ear, make Giogio completely ready or older man. “You little filthy whore, want me to fuck you right here? When all the guys are in the next room?”

Their sex is mostly harsh and intense, with countless bites, scratches and hickeys. But sometimes, they just want something romantic and cheesy, with lots of soft kisses and sweet words of love. It mostly happens in the mornings, when they’re both warm and drowsy from the sleep

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[weasvlys]

hiii, can i make a request? One where a hufflepuff goes on a date with fred to the astronomy tower to stargaze but at the end they kiss like real fluff and then he asks if she wants to join him in the shower and since she is a prefect they go to the prefects bathroom but like she is a virgin and yeah.

Hiii, sure dear! Here you have it.

And yes, i know it have sooooo many grammar mistakes, so yeah, sorry

And just a little reminder: I TAKE REQUESTS, even the really naughty ones? Yes! Even de multifandom ones? Yesss, even the orgy or threesome ones? YESS! Even the queer ones? YEEEEEES, so go on, and request!

- Xoxo, Vennus.

Stargaze.

Fred Weasley x Y/N (Female! Hufflepuff! Reader)

Warnings: Fluffffff, smutty, fingering, oral sex(kind of?), Sexual grafic content, and that's it, enjoyyyy

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"Pssst" You listened as a ball of paper fell on your shoulder, you turned to see what it was about, it was Fred "Whaaat?" You responded looking at him acting annoyed at his interruption, but you didn't get mad at him, he was the nicest and funniest person that you've ever meet, he was sweet and cute, always walking around the school corridors with a big fluffy smile that makes your heart race every time you saw it, with that charming personality and that beautiful laugh that fascinates you. "See you in the Hufflepuff common room at midnight, I've got a surprise for you..." He said in a whisper, he seems nervous, as if something in your question was a lie, not all, but at least a part of it "In the Hufflepuff common room?" You asked to check, the voices of the other students overshadowed Fred, something that was very strange, he nodded "Of course" you said flirting, he only responded by spinning his eye in a certain way, a way that made you tremble, and now the idea of ​​stopping him just for you was exciting, encouraging more specifically.

The day began to pass and the wait became tortuous, you were wondering what the happy surprise would be, would it be a new joke now annoying Ron? or could it be a new product from his store? You had been in love with Fred since your second year, and now that they were at 6th, things were starting to feel more tense, and now that Fred had been a couple of months since he broke up with Angelina, you felt that you could finally reveal your feelings to him, however no moment was the right one, besides, if you did there was a great possibility of being rejected by him.

"Really? Bloody hell Y/N, this is your chance!" Hermione said excited after hearing your words "Shhhhh!" Ginny replied, equally excited "Mione, my brother will listen, shut up for once!" Whispered the redhead "I don't know girls... Possibly it's something else, I don't want to ruin the moment by saying something so uncomfortable to her, what if I ruined it forever?" You said puzzled, in your head there was no possibility that Fred Weasley was lovingly interested in you "Y/N, I know my brother, he definitely wants to go out with you, please! Just look at you!" Ginny said, in that motivating tone that she always had in her voice "Do you think?" You answered unsure "I know it, honey!" She answered, Those words had motivated you in an exceptional way, who better than Ginny would know her brother?

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It was already midnight in the Hufflepuff common room, where you were waiting for Fred, you had to want to go anywhere else in the castle, this boy used to haunt the corridors at night and surprisingly he was never caught, he had an interesting taste for passageways, and it was not the first time that he came to your room late at night just to give you some stink bomb or gum with potion of truth, tangled in your thoughts you were taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of Fred under one of the barrels that was in the common room, "Come ... I have to show you something very special" he whispered and called you with his hand "Fred ... They will catch us" you said whispering in the same way "I promise it will not be like that ... Just come, you will love it." You snorted in exasperation, you couldn't argue with this boy. You got into the barrel and suddenly commented to slide down, as if it were a slide, You barely digested the feeling of falling suddenly when you felt that what was below you disappeared and you fell on a padded basket, it was clothes, were they in a laundry? Wow, definitely the castle would never stop surprising you "What are we doing here Weasley?" You asked the redhead who jumped out of the basket and held out his hand to help you out "You have to wait a while more beauty..." Fred replied, you took his hand to get out of the basket, still taking his hand, he guide you a couple of steps forward to a door, they left the room and started heading to a nearby painting, why anything seemed familiar to you? You had been studying and living the castle for almost seven years and you did not know this part of it? The painting was large, it was a girl reading while eating a strawberry, "Blow here" said Fred pointing to his bracelet, you did and suddenly the girl moved in surprise "If you want to enter just ask! Agh Weasley, it's you... Come in!" The girl repeated as she moved, letting you see a hole behind it, they entered and began to walk "How does she knows you, Fred?" You asked the redhead "You ask a lot of questions dear" he answered in such a charming way, boy did this boy make you shiver, you reached the end of the hall and Fred pushed the wall in front of you, it opened to reveal the astronomy tower.

It was not the first time you were there but if the first time for your own pleasure, it was beautiful, and on all the other occasions you had never noticed the many details that were in it, it was beautiful, you were so distracted admiring the metal structure that was in the center of it that you did not notice that Fred was no longer with you "Y/N! Come!" You turned to look at him, He had a beautiful smile painted on his lips, he was on the edge of the tower, where he looked at the stars, you thought you had never seen anything more beautiful than that boy, You approached him and he pointed to the sky, more specifically the stargaze that was there, it was beautiful, all that combination of colors and how each of the stars shone, it was wonderful, You have never looked at all this with such detail before as now, it was perfect, you could see how at the edge of your eye Fred was looking at you in such a beautiful way, it seemed that he was in love, What you did not know is he thought that he had never seen anything before and beautiful like you, so exceptional and irremediably beautiful.

He put his hand inside the pocket of his sweatshirt, you looked at him and he opened his hand, it was a paper bird, he began to fly around you, singing with his melodious voice, until it landed in your hands, "Open it" whispered Fred, you unfolded the paper bird and inside it was written "Look at him" You turned your gaze to Fred, and he took you by the face, you felt a mess in your stomach, like butterflies, you felt him slowly approach you, you could feel his minty breath brushing your lips, he got even closer, and you felt his lips brush against yours, all the thoughts and worries in your head disappeared, it's as if now only you and him existed, and nothing else will matter now, you felt how slowly his lips were sticking to yours and tenderly he moved them giving you a soft and needed kiss, her lips were clean and soft, they tasted like a sweet and refreshing lemonade, she smelled of cologne combined with a sweet and Christmas like ginger smell, you said your hands to her soft and long hair, you felt her long fingers slowly caress your cheeks, it was perfect, exceptional, like your dreams, it was just as you imagined, the taste of his lips was minty and refreshing, you could lose yourself in that soft kiss, when he suddenly detached himself from the kiss, you instantly felt an emptiness, as if something was missing.

You looked into his eyes and you knew, just by looking at them, that he felt the same as you felt "I-I always wanted to do this... Y/N I have to tell you now, and if you don't feel the same as I do, it's totally fine but I can't continue with this secret... I... I love you." His alley words about you like a bucket of cold water, but for some reason, these were not what he promised they would be, it was perfect, it was just what you needed to hear, his voice was full of nostalgia and sadness, disappointment, as if what he said earlier was not going to please you, you could not prevent a smile from escaping from your lips, "Why are you laughing?" I ask, he seemed even more shocked "Is that... Fred, didn't you see it?" You said separating a little from him, he now also looked at you with condition "See what?" She said, separating herself further from you, "That I'm in love with you! Damn I've been for so long and this... It's just sublime." You said, this reasoned your words and began to smile, again he went to your lips and another sweet kiss left on them. Nothing could be better than this.

That last kiss little by little raise everything, first, with Fred's hands slowly going down to the small of your back, that took you by surprise, His began to go down even more, taking your butt, where he began to caress, and then, he squeezed it, you jumped into his action and he instantly removed his hands from hi and detached himself from the kiss, looking at you, "It bothers you?" He asked with concern, you liked that reaction one more, and without asking again you kissed him, this kiss even more wild, you took both of his hands, and again you directed them to your butt, he seemed to understand the message and made his kisses even deeper, leaving you almost breathless, with one of your hands you began to lower until you reached his abdomen, it was hard and you could feel the exercise in it, you put your hand under his clothes, feeling a thread of hair, You felt like your touch his skin crawled, wow, it was really exciting, his kisses began to intensify even more, if possible, He raised his hands again and they were on your waist again, they did not last long there, since he inserted them inside your shirt, touching your naked "You are so hot" he said, that made you shiver, His hands were slowly rising while his tongue made its way into your mouth, it was perfect, "We should go somewhere else... Filch usually makes rounds here, it is the favorite place of lovers" he said laughing, you shook your head, you took his hand, and again he led you to another passage, this led us to the prefects bathroom, you had only been there once, and it had been to play a joke on Percy, Fred approached the large tub and waved his wand, suddenly water began to come out of all the taps, bubbles came out of one of them, It was a huge tub and in front of it there was a pair of stained glass windows where you could see a mermaid, who when you saw Fred seemed to act sexy, or at least that's how it seemed to you.

"What are you doing?" You asked "I thought I should take a shower, the corridors were very dirty." He said that taking off his sweatshirt, he just did it and you were stunned, all that made you tremble, you could feel how little by little your center was getting wet, "My eyes are up here" Said Fred approaching you, making you blush, he placed his hands on your hips, making you gasped, he took you and pulled your body to his, he kiss you again, his kiss was wild and hard, slowly began to raise his hands, grabbing the edge of your shirt and pulling it over your head, when I take it out my chest, as if it were imnotized, you are embarrassed to see his gaze fixed on your chest, you immediately tried to cover yourself "You-You don't like it? we can stop if you liked to, you don't have to do anything you don't want ..." he said again, he seemed to be as nervous as you "No, Freddy, it's not that, just ..." You said you tried to dissolve the thought he had, "What is it?" ask taking your shoulders, trying to comfort you, "Nobody, nobody ever touched me ... Like this." You said, he stared at you, he didn't know what to say, "Fred, I'm a virgin" you said, he seemed not to have heard, He brought his hands to your cheeks and gave a raised kiss to your forehead, "Thanks for sharing that with me, I promise to be kind, if you still want to" he replied in a soft whisper, That tone in his voice made your heart pound.

You withdrew your hands from your chest and directed them to his neck, brought him close to your lips and kissed him again, under his hands to your butt, squeezing him and making way for his tongue between your lips, you sighed at his action, and again he raised his hands to your chest and naked, he gently touched your breasts and your skin crawled, you've never felt anything like that before, with his thumb he began to caress your nipple in circles, making you moan, he began to lower his kisses to your chest, where he introduced one of your nipples to his mouth, where he began to suck, you could feel how your legs were shaking, he was distracted for a couple of seconds there, but then it continues to go down until it reaches your pants, where I take the spring and slowly lower them, making eye contact, you felt like boiling inside, he pushed his way between your legs and left a sweet kiss in your center on the fabric of your panties, "I didn't know you liked bunnies so much ... And hearts, and pink" He said mockingly, making you blush, again he smiled in that cute and tender way, lowering your panties, and again he left a kiss on your now naked pussy, that hedgehog until the last of your beauties, he got up again, and dressed as under his pants along with his boxers, as soon as his cock hard as a rock came out bouncing against his abdomen, he let out a loud sigh, almost a desperate moan, he was red and sore, needed to enter you, you were about to touch him, period Fred separated from you and stepped into the huge tub.

"Aren't you coming baby?" He said, you barely got in the tub he Fluched your entrance, making you let out a needy moan, he raised his finger to your clitoris, where he began to give pleasure, "You are a very dirty little girl, you are soaked" said, those words made your center throb again with pleasure, she began to pick up speed, eliciting several muffled moans, "You're not happy love, I want to hear how you moan." Said the redhead, that unleashed a couple of moans that echoed throughout the bathroom, again under his fingers at your entrance and inserted one to the bottom, that made you moan even louder, slowly began to pump and just did it and entered in a second, "I love to how mi finger slide into you" he said, "do you think my cook will to?" that was enough to get yo to the edge.

He took his cock and put the tip of it in your entrance, playing with you "Fred ... Please" you said desperate for his big cock, "Please what?" He responded by sticking it in a little more, but not enough, "Please ... Fuck me" you said, that was next for him to enter you, causing you noticeable pain "Are you okay?" I ask concerned, you loved seeing him like this, so sweet, "yeah ..." You answered, he slowly began to pump, making a desperate moan, slowly began to go faster "you are so tight love ... It fascinates me" he said in a moan, you thought you had never heard anything so sublime in your life, put your hands on your hips and started to pick up speed, the moans in the bathroom was like a porn movie, the sound of their skins colliding and the water bouncing was fantastic, you felt so close to the edge "I'm ... I'm cumming" You said "Me too ... Oh fuckk you feel so good baby" he replied, taking one of his hands and directed it to your neck, hanging you gently, that was next, you felt how the heat swirled on your lower stomach, the thighs of your legs were tense, you felt on top at the same time as him, and when he came out you felt a thick and warm liquid coming out of you, you lean on his chest tired, you could hear her heart beat fast, that had been for the best.

You wondered what Hermione and Ginny would think when you told them.

[laitoslittlemacaron]

Some Laito Appreciation!💚💚💚

So, What do I Love about him:

Honestly, what do i not love about him? He makes me feel so so happy, for over 6 years now. I love him from the bottom of my heart and with all my soul.♡´･ᴗ･`♡ He's so unbelievably precious, important and special to me, I really want to make him feel happy too, he deserves so so much. And I hope that someday i can find someone in real life who can give me such strong lovely feelings..

Anyways, for me, he's such a well-written, amazing and the most interesting character. He has so many layers and sides, there is so much personality and so many hidden thoughts and feelings inside him. There are so many details. So much to love. And to understand, comprehend and analyze what's going on inside his mind, not to mention just how intelligent he actually is. I cant really say what it is but there just is something about him i cant explain, which makes me just super addicted to him.

Especially his way of using and playing with words. There often is this Dark Poetic way of talking, with quite a bit of Horror in this Aesthetic way, i loveee it. Just, dark poetry, but more bloody. Cruel and twisted but still beautiful in it's own way. These specific metaphores he uses, these comparisions he makes, those references, sometimes he gets philosophical and i love a lot of the specific words he loves to use. (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣♡♡ And have a special mention for when he goes Yandere/possessive please ovo♡

But right next to his sadistic word play he can also get really romantic, not that often, but it stuns me everytime he does it. How can you make such beautiful sentences and comparings♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (And theen destroy them in the next few seconds to keep your mask x'D ) And for example the fairy tale references he sometimes makes! There are so many favourite moments i have as well!

Or when he finally opens up and not locking away his heart and feelings anymore, which takes so much time and work, how truly and genuine he means his love then..o(╥﹏╥)o❤ And how, Protective, he is then!!💕 and how he is able to handle serious and dangerous situations(to protect you..)!! Its so amazing. also oml his "ideas" and date ideas,, owo And I love how sensual he is and what he does and likes to do (okay most of it XD boi can be psycho) , you would'nt believe me how fast i get hug starved, i think i would have died by now if i didnt have all this cuddle stuff of him XD And hell yesss to when he calls you a princess and carries you like one!♡♡♡

Also he's the one you can have the most fun with and do the most stupid things with. Just think back to the halloween cd for example xD Or the make-up cd! (And pranks pff) He's pretty often the only one or one the few who's up for fun stuff, or how he was the one who planned your birthday party while trying to convince all the other ones:'3 Oh to go over a fun fair with him or to my favourite theme park qwq❤ He also can be sooooo adorable sometimes i cant even.. And he makes me laugh so much! He can be so funny. This also includes some of his ideas(and being fully confident in them) (its also stuff like him calling himself a gentlemen which cracks me up; or him being whiny for attention or pretending to be sick)..x"D Especially in scenarios with his brothers, oof i cant. Also him, teasing, his brothers, for example putting a bow into Subarus hair?? omygod.. And then other times he plays the big bro.. :') or sometimes plays the little brother, making them feel horrified xD

Ah andddd i can take PuriKuras with him!! That was way too cute (╥_╥)♡ And i can drag him with me on every rollercoaster!! hehehe ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ ♡♡ Aand into every cute cafe as well since he enjoys them as much as I do! He can also dance the waltz 🥹💖💖

Can we also please appreciate his voice?? It's so smooth and absolutely beautiful. Thank you for making me feel happy, making me laugh, calming me and making me nervous as frick, strongly giving me the doki-doki's, goosebumps and many many heart attacks. (and for the Voice Drops!!!♡♡ hehehe ovo and these dangerous sounding breath-ins (???idk what to call it but i luv) ah and the little giggles x'D) also wtf hirarin how are u so good at this, like, way too good,, ??¿ ?????

I also want to mention that his eye colour (Green-Turquoise, "Viridian") is exactly!! my favourite colour (◍•ᴗ•◍)💚 also goddamn, his beautiful eyes. Way too pretty, with that gaze in them. And he rly does have style👀 And oof his beautiful autumn coloured hair. i want to run my fingers through it and make him a ponytail. Maybe braid it a bit or give him twin tails for fun👀 Ah i know he doesnt play it very often but i lovee the sound of Piano, so when he does i would love to just listen to him play♡´･ᴗ･`♡ And i reallyy reallyyy want to give him a smooch on his cute birthmark 👀❤

What also makes me happy is that he loooves Macarons! They're my favourite thing to bake and ive gotten really good at them (´∀｀)♡ I would love to bake them for him whenever he asks for, and whatever flavour he wants ♡´･ᴗ･`♡💚 And I want to take him with me to my favourite Patisserie!

Okay i think that's enough for now😂💚 I tried to keep it short xD there are quite a few things im too embarassed to admit lmao but in conclusion; Laito I love you so goddamn much, I'm going to explode. 🥺👉👈💚

//I know today is favourite moment/quote day but there is way way too much i dont want to spam whole games and cds😭😂💕/

[willow-salix]

This is going to be out of the blue and there's no need for a response to it, but I guess I feel like some of you deserve to get a peek behind my armour.

Facebook just gave me a memory from 7 years ago, showing me an album that I'd rather not see quite honestly, but you know when you're just drawn in even though you know it's against your better judgement? Yep, that was me just now.

The album is full of screenshots of the absolute shit ton of crap that I've had on the Internet over the years.

I was in the RP world for ten years, and in that time I was verbally and mentally attacked a lot, I was mentally abused, I was stalked, I was blamed for things I never did, I was used as a scapegoat for things I never did. I was the victim of unwarranted attacks that had my accounts deleted by fb so that I lost YEARS of writing.

I got my heart broken over and over again by people that claimed tk be my friends, people that claimed to love me but that were all too happy to dump me the second a better option came along. People that I sat up all night with, that I lost sleep over, that I went out of my way to help and support.

Some of them lied to me so throughly that they lied about who they were, where they lived, their job, their gender, their nationality, what other characters /accounts they had and everything else you could think of for over TWO years.

I've had one that claimed to be my best friend, sit on my couch, my actual couch, in my house and lie to my face. Lie to me and his long term partner and mother of his three kids that he wasnt cheating with a cheap bitch he met online (the third person he'd done it with I found out after) I only found out about her when she messaged me to tell me.

I stopped talking to him, after their friends started a smear campaign against me, and even then EVEN THEN, I talked it out and started talking to him again. But he turned it around and started blaming me and guilt tripping me again. So I cut him off. He stalked me. Like messaging my friend, posting things to me (actual letters through the mail) making new accounts to message me, buying new phone sims to call me. This was 6 years ago. He called me at the start of lockdown and left a message on my voicemail.

This man mentally abused me. He'd force me to talk to him when I had a problem and then he'd not like what I said, so he'd go silent and ignore me for up to three days, to the point that I'd worked myself up so much that I was apologising, that I was taking the blame for having feelings, only when he got that would he talk to me.

He was an alcoholic who worked in care if you can believe that, I supported him through him getting sober again, he still did all that to me.

I gave up on role play and let my character, my home, the one place I felt comfortable and safe, up. And I didn't go back for two years. I got talked around by someone, they made promises, I stupidly fell for it.

I then got used to bring their character back and to help them sort out storylines. I was then told they didn't want to work with me anymore because they had too much going on in their personal life, they blocked me and I then got screenshots that that had another writing partner already.

That broke me. That broke me and fandom and people and everything really.

I vowed never to go back.

Then I stumbled upon you lot. And I told myself not to get involved, not to start talking to anyone, not to start trusting again. Now look! Now bloody look!

I'm what... 500k + in a story that was never meant to be, I'm actually writing and collabing with people again and I have a character that I adore and feel just as comfortable with... And that is fucking scary.

It's sooooo scary. Like terrifying scary to me.

Because I'm having to trust again. Selene is like public property now, and I love how much everyone has accepted and adopted her and how they use her and write her too, that warms this cold, dead, suspicious heart of mine.

Because I can honestly say that Selene and John saved me and my sanity.

I am quite a sociable person, I love to chat to people and if I'm your friend I will go out of my way to do my best for you, to be there for you and to support you in every way I can. But I know I can be used and I dotn always see the bad in people. So I cut myself off and refused to allow myself to make friends again.

I was writing my novels and that was it. No interaction, no fun really. Then this loud mouthed witch blazed into my head, took one look at the spaceman and said "that one, he's mine, wrap him up I'll take him to go" and here she is.

They made writing fun again, they made it spontaneous and exciting, I suddenly had ideas again, people to talk to about the characters I love and it was hard. Because it was also good.

I had to trust the process, trust Selene.

But I'm also so wary. I'm wary that I'm gonna piss people off, that I'm going to annoy people with her and that people hate her. I know people don't like OCs' and I get major anxiety about that.

I've never had this amount of anxiety over stories before, never. Not my rp, not my novels, not the ones I did for class or competitions, nothing. This is singularly the most stressful writing I've ever done. Because these boys, they mean the world to me, they always have. They have always been my happy place since I was 5/6, they have always been my heart and home.

The problems I had in rp made me not like the books that I loved, the fandom I was in, because of peoples interpretations of the characters, the way they played them and the fact that they were so nasty to me. And I really really don't want that to happen here.

A few weeks ago I noticed that an account had bene set up that was clearly a piss take of me, of this account. And all the old fears and anxiety came rushing back. I instantly went running to Squiddy and Olliepig and basically tumbled around the group chat in a mess for a few minutes before I calmed down and realised what was going on and had a guess at who it could be.

But it's scary. Because I've been stalked, I've been badmouthed, I've had people make fake accounts of me to cause trouble, and it weighs on me.

Willow Salix is my author name, I had to choose that because my Pagan name (which I was writing under and still do on ff and a03) was too well known and my stalkers were reporting it every time I made a new account.

I had to come to love this name, come to see it as myself (willow is my actual real name btw) and feel comfortable with it. It's taken a long time, I've built my brand from it. I have five novels out under it. And to think of someone having an account with even a parody of that name gave me all sorts of chills.

I'm OK now, but yeah. Fun times.

So I guess... I just want people to talk to me. And I don't mean shine by ego lol, I mean that if I ever do anything to piss you off. If I ever say anything you don't like. If I ever annoy you with Selene or anything at all, PLEASE just come and talk to me.

I might put on a tough mask, and in general I am pretty hardy, but I'm a typical cancerian, hard outer shell, squishy inside.

Selene is my sanity in a home life that is far from easy, I won't go into major details but disabled husband, I'm a full time carer, he's majorly depressed and it's just... Yeah. Anyway, she's my refuge, she's my escape right now.

Actually making a side blog for her took so much guts, to allow her free rein to speak and act is scary as heck for me. Because I've been there and vowed to never go back.

The only good thing I took out of all my years of rp, apart from being able to make up a story pretty much on the spot, spontaneous replies, dialogue skills and character development, is my best friend in all the world @endellionaeternus who has seen it all and stuck by me through it all.

I have no real idea why I just typed all this, I guess I needed people to see where I'm coming from, and why Selene exists.

Yeah...

[theweasleysredhair]

Bloody Lovely [R.W.]

Character: Ron Weasley

Word Count: 1257

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: A Malfoy and a Weasley... who knew?

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: Reader is a Malfoy, but it is not specified her house sooooo yall can be a Malfoy in any house you wish (ps I love the idea of a Hufflepuff Malfoy n idek why). Hope the requester enjoys!

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“She’s bloody lovely,” Ron sighed dreamily, staring over at the end of the Y/h table as he absent-mindedly started piling his plate up.

Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly, opting not to reply as he’d heard Ron go on about you for hours upon hours before now.

“She’s a Malfoy,” Seamus commented pointedly, “She’s related to Draco.”

Ron looked over at the Irish boy, his face dropping, “Please stop reminding me... I can’t help it. She really is bloody lovely.”

“She’s not bad you know, nothing like her brother,” a voice piped up. Ron looked over at his sister and raised an eyebrow, “Oh you have an opinion on this?” “Yes I do. I get on well with Y/n, she’s my potions partner and a damn good one at that. Never heard her say a bad word against anyone,” Ginny insisted, tucking her red hair behind her ear, “I’d go as far as to say she’s way out of your league... as are most girls come to think of it.”

As the group started laughing at her words, Ron scowled, his face reddening as he shoved some chicken into his mouth angrily. “Shupt uftp,” he spoke through chews, making Hermione grimace. “Swallow your food before speaking, Ronald.”

Ron rolled his eyes, before his attention moved back over to you. He rested his chin on his hand and tilted his head a little as he watched you laughing with your friends.

He decided in that moment that you laughing was his favourite sight - you were absolutely radiant.

“You know, if you stare at her any longer you might burn a hole through her,” Harry nudged Ron, whose blush had now reached the tips of his ears, making them blend in with his hair.

“Poor girl, I feel sorry for her having a git like Ron pining after her,” Dean said from his place beside Seamus.

“Sod off,” Ron threw his half-eaten chicken at him in retaliation. Just as Dean was about to throw some peas back at him, Hermione spoke, “Right, we’re going to be late for the meeting!”

She stood up, grabbing the pile of books she had with her and waiting impatiently for the boys and Ginny to finish with their food.

The Room of Requirement was the perfect place for the DA meetings, found by Neville a few weeks previous. The room was big enough to accommodate duel practising for all the members, the number of which had grown quickly due to students wanting to learn properly, rather than having to rely on Umbridge’s ridiculous theoretical teachings.

Students began arriving, including you and your friends, who were deep in conversation as you entered the room, unaware of the wolf whistles and nudges Ron was getting on the other side of the room - particularly from Fred and George, who had made it their mission to make Ron’s crush as obvious as possible in front of you.

“Today we’re going to be working on an advanced type of magic - The Patronus Charm. Now don’t worry if you can’t quite master it on the first go - this is extremely high-level. A patronus can protect you from different things, such as a dementor attack. Your patronus may take the form of an animal, or may otherwise just be wisps of white, depending on your skill level and practise. Work in pairs, I’ll be here to help,” Harry explained to everyone as he stood in front of you all, “Fred and George if you two want to work together, Ginny and Neville, Seamus and Dean, Hermione and Luna... Ron and Y/n....”

Harry continued to pair up the rest of the students but Ron couldn’t focus on that. His best friend had done this on purpose, and now he was going to make a fool of himself in front of you.

What if he couldn’t produce a proper patronus? What if you laughed at him? What if-

“Hi Ron!” You greeted as you pulled out your wand, “Guess I’m your partner today.” Ron’s voice caught in his throat as he tried to reply, his heart racing as he stood before you.

“Ron? Are you... okay?” You asked with a small frown, “I can ask Harry to switch partners if you want.” “No!” He said quickly - or rather, shouted - then winced as he continued, “I mean, no, no. I’m happy to be your partner.”

“Okay, good! I was worried for a moment there,” you grinned, before raising your wand.

“Remember, think of your happiest moment!” Harry called out to everyone.

“Do you want to go first?” You asked Ron. “Yeah sure, I’ve done this before anyway so I know what I’m doing,” Ron bragged and then as he turned away widened his eyes in horror. Why did he say that? He’d never tried this spell before in his life! He was bound to mess it up now!

He took a deep breath and prayed to all the Hogwarts founders and Merlin himself that he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.

Thinking of his happiest memory - and trying to ignore the fact you were watching him - he attempted the spell, “Expecto Patronum!”

Nothing happened. Ron��s cheeks instantly flooded red as he refused to look at you. Wow, this was embarrassing.

“Try again, Ron, you can do it!” You said kindly, smiling at him in encouragement. Ron nodded, though he didn’t believe you and could feel his heart pounding against his chest.

“Expecto patronum!”

A small Jack Russell terrier bounced from the end of Ron’s wand and ran excitedly around the room. You let out an excited laugh as you watched it, then looked over at Ron and gave him a quick hug, “I knew you could do it!”

“Yeah, yeah of course I could. I just, had to have a practise go first,” Ron nodded, puffing out his chest and making you laugh again.

“Alright, my turn. Don’t laugh if I can’t do it though, I’ve never produced a patronus before,” you said as you took the correct stance and raised your wand, “Expecto patronum!”

Almost instantly, your patronus flew around the room, making you stand back in disbelief. “That was... that was bloody brilliant,” Ron breathed out, his mouth wide open.

“Thank you! Oh wow it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” You gushed in awe, watching as it made its way around the room.

“Has something in common with you then,” Ron said without thinking, before his eyes widened in realisation.

“Aww Ron Weasley, do you think I’m pretty?” You teased, stepping close to him. “I-I... I might? Just a little bit. I mean, you are bloody lovely you know,” he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

You grinned at his nervousness, “Fancy accompanying me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Ron felt like his heart had stopped, “Yes of course.”

“Perfect!”

“Who knew I’d be going on a date with a Malfoy of all people?” He joked with a half smile as he glanced at you.

“If my last name is your only hang-up on us being together, maybe you should work to change it,” you replied, twirling your wand in your hand.

“And how would I do that?”

“I don’t know... Y/n Weasley has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” You grinned, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you later, Weasley.”

You waved at him before heading back over to your friends, as Harry arrived at Ron’s side.

“How did it go?” Harry asked him.

“I think I’m in love.”

[darling-i-read-it]

Amuse-Bouche

1x02

Will Graham x reader, eventual Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, blood, gory murder talk 

Author’s Note: I’m really enjoying writing for this and all the feedback I’m getting is really boosting my happiness that you guys like it. It takes sooooo long but honestly? Worth it. I’m already excited for episode 3. Actually I’m already thinking about season 3 but that’s beside the point. 

I took lines directly from the script so some may seem familiar.

Official Episode Summary : Will Graham helps Jack Crawford search for a killer who buries his victims alive to grow mushrooms; Will, starting to trust Hannibal, opens up about killing Hobbs; Freddie Lounds lurks around the investigation.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif) 

Jack looked over the antlers all over the room. It was a sight. If anything screamed obsession it was the room he was in right now. Will kneeled beside one of them, looking over the bloodied and dripping antlers across the wall.

“What if Hobbs wasn’t eating alone?” Jack asked. His voice was distant and the tone inferred that he already knew the answer to his question. Will looked over at him and shrugged. The implication wasn’t jarring. Will had briefly thought of it as well. “A lot of work. Disappearing these girls, butchering them and then worse. All without leaving a shred of anything outside of this room.”

“Someone he hunted with?” Will suggested. His mind was wandering at the dream he had earlier about Garrett Jacob Hobbs. He was sure to have more dreams like it in the future however this time he didn’t wake up with you beside him. It was an odd feeling, expecting the comfort he didn’t get because he was napping in the car.

“Or someone in a coma. Who happens to also be someone he hunted with,” Jack led. Will closed his eyes and at the back of his eyelids he could see Abigail in her hospital bed, asleep. His heart ached for her or perhaps just the fact that he had left her orphaned. He had been stuck in conflict for a long while and the recent events didn’t help him in the slightest. He tried not to think of her frail and broken body that no longer had a home to return to. The implication that Abigail was being looked at as a killer made his stomach churn.

“Abigail Hobbs is a suspect?” He wanted to make a comment about how Jack just wanted blood. He wanted someone locked up for these girls' deaths. Will had already given him blood. What more could he possibly ask for?

“We've been conducting house-to house interviews around the Hobbs residence and this property.”

“What’s the gossip?” Will had already practically disregarded Jack's words before they even left his mouth.

“Hobbs and his daughter spent a lot of time together. They spent a lot of time together here. She would be the ideal bait, wouldn't she?” Will stood up. His voice remained far away and uninterested.

“Hobbs killed alone.”

Jack shook his head but didn’t say anything more on the subject. He looked over at Will and pursed his lips. Will could feel his gaze, always watching and inquiring.

“What?” Will asked.

“I’m surprised that Y/N let you out here,” he said simply. Will let out a dry laugh.

“She tried to tie me to the bed and go to work. I told her I was going with you and she almost got a shotgun that we don’t own.”

“So I’ll be hearing from her?” Will was comforted with his answer before it left his mouth.

“Likely so.”

-

The door opened and Hannibal's last client of the day left. Hannibal said something you didn’t care to hear and once the door shut behind the client you looked up from your computer. Hannibal walked over to your small reception desk and you looked up at him.

“How is Will?” he asked. The sheer subject made your blood boil. You came into work to keep your mind off of Will. You couldn’t fault Hannibal for being curious but your emotions came nonetheless. You were still reeling about the death of Hobbs and the coma induced daughter that Will pretended he wasn’t obsessed with.

You couldn’t shake that Hannibal had been there and done nothing to stop it.

“Not great.”

“Jack Crawford has contacted me about doing a psychological evaluation on him.” You raised an eyebrow. It was odd thinking about Will talking to Hannibal so intimately. Your work life and home life were so separated that having them meld together seemed unnecessary. You knew Hannibal was a good therapist and you genuinely believed that, despite your reserves. You just weren’t sure if you wanted Will in on the anomaly that was Hannibal Lecter. Not to even brush upon the anomaly that was Will Graham.

“Is that so?”

“Do you think he’ll be interested?”

“If he has to be. He doesn’t think any form of therapy works on him,” you said. Hannibal nodded, noting that in the back of his mind.

“I’ve had a time allotted for him tomorrow, if you could write it down.”

“I’ll connect the payment to my credit card so you can send the cost there,” you said but Hannibal shook his head.

“The first one will be a courtesy.”

“You don’t do courtesy.” Hannibal gave you a thin, knowing smile that left you ill at ease.

“You haven’t been here that long.”

-

The next day you took Will to his session with Hannibal. You tried not to show any reservation about the situation, for his sake. You assured him that you worked for the man and trusted him, in some capacity.

After the session you took some time out of your day to drive Will to the shooting range where evidently he was still thinking about Garrett Jacob Hobbs.

“How are you?” you asked. He let out a sigh and adjusted his glasses. You were driving so he was able to look over at you and study your face.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. You nodded. You had expected the answer but it wasn’t any easier to hear.

“But the session went okay?” you questioned. You were curious about it. You would never force him to tell you but you had never actually been in session with Hannibal. You had only heard the legends.

Will shrugged.

“It’s alright. Helps Jack sleep at night.” You scoffed.

“You shouldn’t be worried about what that man says or how he sleeps,” you said, voice bitter.

“What, you don’t like him?” Will asked dryly, laughing. You nodded and glanced over at him as you pulled into the shooting range.

“I don’t. I don’t trust his motives.” You parked the car.

“And you trust Hannibals?” You were taken aback by the question. You should have known that Will would pick up on whatever it was Hannibal was giving off. You didn’t want to feed it though, not until either of you had something credible.

“I trust how much he intrigues me,” you said. Will nodded.

“That sounds about right.” He opened the car door and got out. He walked over to the door then stopped, turning around and walking back to you. He leaned over your opened window and kissed you.

You smiled, letting the day go away and hope that he didn’t shoot anybody in the range.

“I love you,” he said.

He was gone again before you could say it back.

-

The following day you drove Will back to Hannibal’s. You had to go too anyway. Will teetered back and forth in the passenger seat and you looked over at him, trying to think about what he was thinking about.

“Dead bodies,” he muttered.

“I didn’t ask anything.”

“You were wondering what I was thinking about,” he said.

“Stop reading my mind. It’s weird.”

“I can’t help it, I know you too well,” he said. You glanced over at him and pulled into Hannibal’s office. You got out of the car together.

“Now we’re both thinking about dead bodies,” you said as you walked in together. You were both lingering on the murder that Hannibal had signed off on Will going to see. It was a bad one, mushrooms or something. You got information from the papers, from Will’s broken words, from Hannibal’s observations. The puzzle pieces made a picture you couldn’t imagine seeing in front of your eyes.

Hannibal was inside waiting.

“You let him back out there?” you asked, immediately. Hannibal’s face didn’t even move.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles,” Will said. “But I will say that I am in somewhat of an agreement.” Hannibal shrugged. “It may have been premature.”

“They’ll revoke my rubber stamp.”

“Maybe they should.”

You didn’t want him to go behind the door you couldn’t follow. You couldn’t protect him there. You were out here, cut off from the conversation, unsure of the influence being projected. Despite your worry, the two of them disappeared into the office. You walked back to your desk and let out a sigh, still annoyed at everyone who was allowing Will to mentally injure himself like he was.

The fear plagued your mind. You knew Will’s ability to keep himself sane was a thin line. You could never truly tell when he was about to fall off the deep end. It scared you.

You were going to get work done when your phone rang. It was a musty day in the office and your shirt clinged to you. You picked up your own personal phone, as opposed to the one for calling for an appointment.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” The voice belonged to Alana Bloom. You knew each other decently well, only because she was so curious how you managed to lead a life with Will so successfully. You stood up and walked into one of the back rooms of the office to take the call.

“Are you calling me about how terrible Jack is to Will?” you asked with the intention of joking but it came out too dry. She laughed and you leaned against the wall. You put your head back, looking up at the ceiling.

“I was just checking in on the two of you. He is sleeping?”

“Not last night no. But we’re trying,” you said. “In all honesty, I think this is bad for him. I hope that Hannibal is able to help out wherever he can.” Your voice had a vulnerability that you hadn’t expected. Alana hummed.

“I’ve been watching Jack on this side. I hope Hannibal can help too.”

“Do you think it’s necessary he’s out there?” She was silent for a moment. You knew the answer you wanted to hear.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen those people. I haven’t talked to their families.”

“Have you talked to Abigail Hobbs?” Her presence remained elusive to you.

“No, not yet. But I intend to when she wakes up. He saved her life.”

“He took one in order to save hers.” You went to bed with a murderer every night. His hands had dealt the last breath of a man. The man deserved it but the feeling was hard to shake. If it was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine how it was for Will. “I don’t know if he can come back from that.”

The door opened and you peaked your head into the main office, where you were supposed to be working. A woman with curly red hair stood at the door.

“I have to go Alana, I’ll call you later.” You hung up before she could answer and walked into the room. You knew that Hannibal had a patient soon, after Will. She had been a pain on the phone, wanting no other time but this. Something Kimball. She was leaning against the door and something was in her hand.

“Excuse me?” you called. She turned around, quickly taking off some headphones.

“Sorry! I’m early. Just listening to some music,” she said with the best fake smile you had ever seen on someone who wasn’t Will Graham. You nodded, knowing she was lying.

“You can have a seat over here,” you said, gesturing to the couch. She nodded and followed your direction. She looked over you in the same way Jack Crawford did. Like you were being observed, as though you were under a microscope.

“You’re Will Graham's girlfriend aren’t you?” she said. A journalist, you thought. Clearly. She wasn’t very good at hiding it.

“Yeah,” was all you answered.

“What’s that like?”

“I really have to get some work done.” She nodded and receded back into herself, even as her gaze lingered. You both waited in silence until the door opened and Will exited through a separate room. Hannibal came back through the door near you and you gave him a look. The girl stood up and he gestured for her to come inside. She passed him into his office.

You walked over and grabbed his arm.

“She’s a journalist,” you mumbled. He looked over at her and nodded in agreement.

“Thank you.”

He shut the door.

-

Will took the car home. Hannibal offered he would drive you home, not wanting to inconvenience Will.

You got into the car with him and felt at ease. You had been doing this a few times and it had always been a pleasant experience. There was light classical music playing over the stereo and the whole vibe felt very peaceful.

“What are you doing for dinner tonight?” you asked, trying to make small talk.

“I’m making a pork loin. Jack Crawford is coming over for dinner to discuss Will.” Your eyes went wide.

“I know it’s extremely rude but may I inconvenience you to pop in? I can call Will to pick me up but I really wanna give Jack a good talking to.” Hannibal chuckled. He enjoyed seeing this side of you. He had never known you to be fiercely protective but liked the way your teeth seethed like a wild animals when Jack Crawford was brought up.

“That would be wonderful. The more the merrier.”

-

You called Will to let him know where you were. He had some quips about you speaking alone with Jack, he was unable to stop what was already in motion. He told you to be safe and refrain from touching any sharp objects when you were angry.

Hannibal had set the table by the time Jack entered. You seated yourself as you heard the conversation floating from the front door. Jack’s voice set you on edge. You stared at the silverware before you. Hannibal walked in first. He was wearing a gray, almost dark blue, suit. He looked handsome. In the moment he was your ally, which made your heart warm at the sight of him.

When Jack walked in his eyes went wide seeing you at the table, just beside Hannibal's spot. You smiled. You were sure he could sense the ferocity behind it. You had your hand around a wine glass that was half drunk. Hannibal gestured for him to sit. He made a point to sit on the other side of Hannibal where you would be less likely to slit his throat.

“I hope you don’t mind, I overbooked dinner,” Hannibal joked. Jack shook his head, trying and failing to hide his discomfort.

“Sometimes work comes home with you. I can understand that.” The mere insinuation that Hannibal had brought you home for nefarious purposes made you even more angry. The knife was looking all too good .”I don’t imagine you’re quite happy with me,” Jack said. You shook your head, cutting into the meat and taking an angry bite.

“I’m here to eat. Hannibal cooks an amazing dish and it’s always something I’ve never heard of.,” you said. Your voice was floating. The threat wasn’t overt but it filled the room regardless.

“Thank you,” Hannibal chimed in pleasantly. He had always liked dinner and a show.

“I’m also here to tell you that Will became a teacher because he couldn’t pull the trigger in hard situations.” You had lost all fake sincerity in your voice. “He’s worked with you for one week and he’s killed a man. He has nightmares, he’s seeing a therapist, he brought home another goddamn dog.” Jack opened his mouth. Your stare shut it. “Will is now a murderer because of you.”

“It was necessary,” Hannibal said. You held up your fork. The sudden movement startled Jack, though he didn’t show it.

“Hannibal.” He nodded. He cut at his food. “If he breaks under you, I’ll be very unhappy,” you said, eyes back on your target. Jack nodded, nervously swallowing a bite of loin.

“Understood.”

You ate another bite, eyes locked with Jack, just in case he hadn’t gotten it through his head quite yet. You would sit here and have a whole dinner with them if you had to, just for him to realize what he was dealing with.

-

You were sitting behind your desk when Hannibal called you into the office. You were already on edge. Will was at work, trying to catch a killer. You walked into the room and Hannibal gestured to his tablet that had a newspaper article on the screen.

“What is it?” you questioned. Hannibal handed it over and you looked over it. You didn’t have to read more than the headline. “Takes One to Know One,” you muttered in disgust. He shook his head and pointed at the picture of the author on the side. Familiar red hair. Her name was really Freddie Lounds, the journalist you clocked earlier in the week. The sight of her made you seeth. You briefly wondered if you should take some anger counseling. “I should have punched her when I had the chance.”

“I would have had to fire you.”

“You wouldn’t have.” You looked up and met his eyes. He was already dismissing you.

“Go to him. Call me later.” You handed it back to him.

“Thank you Hannibal.”

-

You drove to the hospital because that was where you knew he would be. You called Jack on the drive in.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Are you on your way to ruin her career?” you asked. He snorted.

“Since when are you on my side?”

“I’m on Will’s side. And Hannibal’s depending on the situation.”

“Don’t worry about her anymore.” Unbeknownst to you he was just outside her door, ready to threaten to charge her with obstruction of justice if she didn’t comply. You hung up the phone but you didn’t feel any better. The hospital was daunting and the situation inside was more so. When had your life become so quickly off the rails? Why were you calling Jack Crawford on the regular, making threats that could likely send you to jail?

You got out of your car and walked up to Abigail Hobbs' room.

When you got there you saw Alana, reading quietly. Will was asleep on the couch, a blanket draped over him. You acknowledged each other with a nod of the head as you walked over to Will. You ran a hand through his hair and he woke up enough to see you and grab your leg with his arm. You sat down beside him, his head resting on your leg but now awake.

You were vaguely glad to have Alana there. She would mention the topic and you could be there as a buffer, rather than an antagonizer.

“I'm about to broach the subject of that "Takes One to Know One" article,” Alana said, putting the book she was reading down.

“I’m apparently Jack Crawford's crime gimp,” Will muttered groggily. He sat up now, realizing Alana was in the room.

“I can’t believe she wrote that,” Alana said.

“I can’t believe Y/N isn’t actively murdering her as we speak,” Will joked. It clearly hadn’t phased him as much as you anticipated. You and Alana laughed but your hearts weren’t in it

“I thought about it,” you assured him. “Jack promised he would handle it.”

“I heard you handled Jack,” Alana said. You shrugged.

“Some help from Hannibal.”

The conversation floated along, following avenues you only half understood. Eventually Alana had to go and you and Will were standing, mumbling something about coffee. Your voices were quiet and finally calm before Will got a call. He listened for a moment and you watched his expression as it felt. He put his hand on your arm and shoved his phone in his pocket, replacing it with a gun. You were amazed they let him keep it. You were amazed you hadn’t noticed it before.

“What is-” you started but he cut you off.

“Stay here.”

He was gone after that, running back to Abigail's room. Then he was gone, running out of the room and yelling at a receptionist. You followed him, despite his warnings.

You were just behind him as he stood in front of a man, presumably the killer of the week. Will had his gun pointed at the man and he looked up at you at the end of the hall. Following you was security and they quickly apprehended the man as Will showed identification.

It all happened so fast. One second you were fine and then Will was pointing a gun at someone again. How often would he be doing that? Would he get used to it? The thought was daunting and worrisome.

You rushed up to him.

“What-”

“Don’t ask.” You nodded. People moved around you, apprehending a man whose story you only half knew. You watched, security rushing past you as you stood firmly beside Will. He turned back to you, chests flushed.

“I’m just glad you have a check in with Hannibal tomorrow,” you whispered. He chuckled.

“You know what? Me too.”

1x03