#i don't deserve such a pure and sweet creature

[littleapplle]

00:40.

I feel like a lot of people forget just how romantic rafayel is and can be.

Because sensuality comes with ease to him. He's a creature from the deep, incarnated in the body sculpted by the waves that break harshly against the rocks close to the shore, with the facial features of a god, surely hand painted with care by sea nymphs.

And before being something worthy of unending worship and adoration, the kind you'd drop on your knees, pray, praise, and bowl in respect, Rafayel is an artist.

Beside the inextinguishable flame in his heart, there is the burning passion of performing. Not literally, but Rafayel is something big, meant to be seen. Love and seduction come with ease to a being like him. His tongue is sharp but always drips with honey when you need it the most, and his bicolor hues burn with nothing but pure, genuine dedication.

So when you call him after work, voice low and strangled like a tormented sailor during a harsh storm, he listens. Waiting for the right moment to lure you in like a siren. Not out of malice, never, just the urge to tend to your troubled, seafarer mind.

And once you arrive at his studio, dragged in by his lovely voice, he's already waiting for your arrival in a silky robe, a bottle of wine in one hand while the other holds two crystal glasses.

Moonlight peeks through the thin, light fabric of the curtains adorning the tall windows of the studio. He guides you to the bathroom, and you wonder for a moment how much air can his lungs actually hold in. His humming, lullaby like, never stops.

His steps are light. If it weren't for his sweet voice, you'd barely be able to spot him in the dark corridor. The bathroom door is ajar, letting the candles’ flames finally give you a proper view of your lover.

You don't process if it's tiredness, his voice or both that make your brain grow foggy and your eyes droopy but you pay no mind, giving yourself entirely to him as an act of trust, a prayer to the one you worship with fervor.

His hands handle you with genuine care. His lips meet the back of your neck, and his nose fits just right on nape. Like a piece of a shattered porcelain art piece that slowly comes all together once again.

With his help and guidance, your dirty uniform falls on the floor. Your bare body is barely illuminated by the shaky flames burning the candles’ wick.

You're the first one to sink into the warm, scented water on his stupidly large tub. The atmosphere is too cozy, and soon, your mind finds ease and well-deserved rest.

Rafayel's eyes stare at you with a loving gaze. The intimacy that doesn't necessarily need to be sexual to feel good. That's where he feels at home.

His siren melody falters, giving space for a chuckle to leave his throat once he notices your sleepy form.

Silently, his robes come undone, and he joins you on the bathtub, a glass in hand. Sipping the velvety liquid, he guides your limp body closer to his, worried you'll slip and choke on soapy water while sleeping.

Rafayel is a sly, smart siren that lures you in when you need it the most. Rafayel is the artist that has you as his muse. Rafayel is the man who puts on extra performances like this as acts of praise.

And he wouldn't have it in any other way.

I wrote this in an hour while watching tiktok uhmm

[whosashan]

Hi~ Love and DeepSpace girly here

Could you do hc's for the boys where MC is like. Later for dinner or something but before the bois can go and see what's up, MC sends them a text that's like

"Yea I'm gonna be late for dinner. Not sure how late, but I'll be there. I've been trynna find a way out of my room for like 20 minutes, but there's this very big bug between me and the door, and every time I move, it moves. When it flies its wings make this whirring noise akin to some vassal horror. We're locked at a stalemate, I'm at every disadvantage, and I wholeheartedly believe the bug is aware of this."

(I don't hate bugs or anything but this sounds so funny in my head)

BUGGED AND BELATED

PAIRING: Love and Deepspace men x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: You're trapped in your room, locked in a silent battle with a bug that’s far too aware of your fear. Every move you make, it counters. Every escape plan, foiled. Dinner will have to wait—this thing might actually win.

A/N: Thank you for the request. Hope you enjoy!

You were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago. Twenty. For a date. With a man you had just started seeing—a man you actually liked, which was rare enough to be considered a cosmic event. You wanted to make a good impression. Show up on time, looking effortlessly stunning, exuding charm and mystery. Just like the diva you were.

Instead, you were crouched behind a chair like a soldier in enemy territory, locked in a silent battle with a creature that had no business being this menacing.

The bug sat there, unmoving, yet radiating pure malice. To be honest, you couldn’t even tell what species it belonged to—somewhere between a beetle and a winged nightmare—but what you did know was that this thing was an opponent of the highest caliber. Every time you so much as shifted toward the door, it twitched, its wings lifting just enough to emit that sinister, high-pitched whirrrr.

And like a rational, fearless adult, you responded by screeching and diving right back into hiding.

This was a hostage situation. A Mexican standoff where only one of you had the advantage—and it sure as hell wasn’t you. The bug had taken control of the room, standing guard like a tiny, exoskeletal bouncer blocking your exit. If it had arms, you were certain they’d be crossed. Maybe even holding a clipboard with your name on the Do Not Pass list.

To be fair, you weren’t afraid of it, not exactly. It’s not like you thought it would launch an aerial assault and drag you into the vents. No, this was something worse. This was the principle of the matter. You were bigger. You were (presumably) smarter. You had evolved beyond your primal ancestors who once feared such creatures. And yet, here you were—hiding. Defeated. Outplayed by something a fraction of your size with the IQ of a rock.

It was a battle of wits, and the bug was winning.

You were moments away from accepting your fate, contemplating whether it was time to draft a farewell message to society—“Tell my date I died bravely in combat”—when your phone rang.

Loud. Sharp. Invasive.

The bug moved.

And so did you—by nearly launching yourself out of your own skin.

Xavier

You glanced at your phone, still flicking your eyes toward the bug every few seconds, refusing to trust the little menace. It had already robbed you of your dignity—you weren’t about to let it rob you of your life, too.

The screen lit up with a message from Xavier.

"You could've just told me if you didn’t want to meet today. I could be asleep right now instead of waiting 20 minutes for my date, who didn’t show up 😔👎"

You groaned, slapping a hand to your forehead. Great. Just great. His text was clearly teasing, but the guilt still hit like a truck. Xavier was sweet, kind, patient—all things you did not deserve while currently cowering behind a chair, engaged in psychological warfare with a bug.

You shot a death glare at your opponent.

The bug, as if personally insulted, spread its wings again with a menacing whirrr, as if to say "Do something about it, coward."

You squeaked and pressed yourself further into hiding. The sheer audacity of this thing.

Frustration bubbled in your chest, so overwhelming it almost made you want to cry. This was it. The bug had won. You were defeated.

Desperate, you called Xavier. He picked up on the second ring.

"Bug!" you shrieked—because apparently, that was the only thing your panic-ridden brain could muster.

Unfortunately, your enemy took offense to your attempt at reinforcements.

With an unholy BZZZZZZT, it lunged.

You screamed and made a break for it, sprinting toward the bathroom like your life depended on it—which, at this point, it probably did. You barely managed to lock the door before stuffing a towel under the gap to ensure the beast wouldn’t crawl its way in.

From the other end of the phone, Xavier’s voice came through, laced with concern. "Y/N?"

"Xavier! There’s a murderous bug in my apartment! It wants me dead! Oh my god—I'm too young to die!" you wailed, slapping your thigh in frustration.

Which, in hindsight, was a mistake.

"Ow."

You winced, rubbing the sore spot like an idiot.

There was a pause on the line before Xavier simply said, "I'll be there in a second."

You barely had time to process that before the call ended.

Outside, you could still hear the bug, hovering around like a tiny, winged executioner.

"Stupid bug," you muttered under your breath, arms crossed, sulking in your self-imposed exile.

A minute passed. Then—a knock on the bathroom door.

"Y/N?"

You practically leapt up, flinging the door open. Your eyes darted around the room, scanning for any signs of your sworn enemy before finally landing on Xavier.

“…Did you get rid of it?” you asked, breathless.

He simply nodded, expression unreadable.

For a moment, you could only stare at him—your knight in shining armor. And then, overcome with relief, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck like a lifeline.

"My savior!!" you cried, rocking the both of you side to side, your gratitude radiating off you in waves. For extra effect, you even pressed a dramatic kiss to his cheek before pulling back, hands settling on his shoulders.

Xavier was visibly flustered, the tips of his ears burning red. But there was also something else in his expression—a quiet, barely-contained laugh.

And then he did laugh. A soft chuckle, amused and way too smug for your liking.

He reached out, smoothing down your slightly disheveled hair. "You're adorable when you're terrified."

"Don't you dare laugh at me," you pouted, though the small smile on your lips betrayed you. "You don’t understand how bloodthirsty that thing was."

"Mm, sure," he mused, eyes gleaming. "But now that I’ve saved your life, and considering you did ditch me tonight…" He tilted his head, a mischievous smirk playing at his lips. "You’ll need to make it up to me."

You narrowed your eyes. "I’m going to kick you."

"Okay, okay—" He held his hands up in surrender, still grinning.

…You did end up baking his favorite cookies as a thank-you, though.

Zayne

You snatched up your phone with the urgency of someone fleeing an inferno.

“Is something the matter? We were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago,” Zayne’s voice was impossibly calm, though you could hear a hint of something softer underneath—a trace of disappointment, perhaps, that you weren’t there.

“Help!!! Me!!!” you wailed into the phone, your eyes fixed on the fiend in front of you. It was perched in the doorway like a guardian of doom. A creature so vile, it made your pulse quicken with panic.

You swore it was mocking you.

“Where are you? I’ll be there in five minutes,” Zayne responded, his tone laced with concern that might’ve been heartwarming if you weren’t currently engaged in a life-or-death standoff with an insect that seemed capable of understanding the emotional depths of human suffering.

“In my apartment... There’s a bug. It’s holding me hostage, Zayne, I’m not kidding. I can’t get out,” you explained, backing away slowly as the bug twitched. The sheer audacity of this tiny creature to hold you prisoner in your own home had you flabbergasted.

You could almost hear Zayne’s sigh through the phone, a mixture of concern and, dare you say it, disbelief. You could practically picture him pinching the bridge of his nose, probably contemplating the universe's cruel sense of humor. Was this how living a life by your side would look like?

“…I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You tried to wait. You really did. You took a deep breath, lifted a pillow, and threw it at the bug. It fluttered back, as if taunting you, and your confidence plummeted faster than the falling stock market. Next came the slipper, but that only made it angrier. You briefly entertained the idea of throwing the chair at it—seriously, what was the worst that could happen? But common sense prevailed.

Still, the bug didn’t relent. In fact, it seemed to be toying with you, edging closer with each passing second, its wings fluttering like the harbinger of doom.

And then, like a knight in shining armor—if that knight was slightly irritated and impossibly poised—Zayne entered.

He didn’t knock. He didn’t need to. He knew you’d open the door for him.

The scene he walked into was something straight out of a tragedy, but it lacked the nobility and grandeur. You were cornered like a mouse by a cat. The bug sat there, wings spread in a challenge. You, in your finest cornered-animal panic, clutched the edge of the couch as if it could save you.

Zayne surveyed the situation, his brows knitting in disbelief. The word “seriously” almost visibly hovered over his head. He muttered something to himself under his breath—something along the lines of “A grown adult, reduced to this…” and grabbed the slipper you had unsuccessfully used in your battle. With one deft movement, he swatted the bug dead.

It was over. The monster was slain. You were free.

He turned to you, expression still a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

“Are you… Are you quite finished?” Zayne asked, his voice a low, cultured lilt, tinged with something that could almost be construed as amusement. His gaze flicked to the corner where you’d been backed into, and then back to you, who was now clinging to his arm like your life depended on it.

"Oh, thank God you're here," you sighed, utterly dramatic, “I thought I was going to perish in this apartment, alone and forgotten, just me and the bug in an eternal standoff!” You fluttered your eyelashes at him with all the flair you could muster, trying to inject some levity into the situation, though your chest still heaved in relief.

He blinked, visibly softening, but his voice remained stern, a tad patronizing as he gave your cheek a light pinch.

“You and your antics. Unbelievable,” he sighed, shaking his head. “What on earth possessed you to try and fight the insect with a pillow?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” you huffed, pouting as you gripped his arm tighter. “That thing had too much intelligence—I’m telling you, it was strategic.” You let out a dramatic sigh, as though recounting the tale of a great hero's struggle. “But, I’ll make it up to you. You’re my hero, after all.”

A sudden mischievous gleam flickered in your eyes. “How about I treat you to a massage for those tired, heroic muscles of yours?” you said, raising an eyebrow playfully, leaning in just enough to make your intentions clear.

Zayne raised an eyebrow in return, his lips twitching into a small but unmistakable smile. “A massage, hm? How very… unconventional of you,” he said, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “And here I was, expecting a thank you cake or perhaps a trophy for my valiant deeds.”

“I’ll bake you cookies later,” you said with a wink, already turning toward the kitchen. “But right now, I’m focused on making sure you aren’t walking around with tense shoulders from saving me from certain doom.”

Zayne’s smile softened, his eyes glinting with fondness as he crossed his arms. “Well, I suppose there’s no point in disobeying you now, is there?” He reached up and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his voice soft but teasing.

You grinned up at him. “But if that thing ever shows up again…” you glanced at the now-dead bug lying on the floor, “we’re going to need more than just a slipper.”

You smiled to yourself. The bug was defeated, your date was salvaged, and Zayne… well, Zayne was a keeper.

Rafayel

Your phone was practically drowning in notifications from Rafayel. Each ping was more insistent than the last, almost like he thought you were hiding under a rock and couldn't see them.

"Where are you??" "I've been waiting for you for like, an hour now." "The audacity. I'm leaving. Fishes would start walking faster than you would get here." "AND you're not replying." "I'm this 🤏 close to blocking and reporting you."

You groaned, every word a reminder of how you were literally about to die at the hands—or wings—of a bug. You cursed under your breath and, with all the dignity you could muster, typed back: "House. Bug. Come!!!!!" That was all the energy you could spare before the creature—an absolute demon with wings—flapped them in your direction. Your heart skipped a beat. You dove behind the couch, praying it didn't have night-vision, or a complex plot to kill you slowly.

Your phone pinged again.

And again.

And again.

You didn’t dare check it—no, not while the little monster was hovering like it was plotting your demise. It was a battle of wills now, and you weren’t about to let your phone ruin your chance of survival.

You grabbed the nearest weapon: your expensive perfume. Maybe, just maybe, a spritz of it would do the trick. You aimed it like a champion—but the bug? The bug didn’t even flinch. Instead, it got more aggressive, flapping its wings with a smirk, if bugs had expressions. And the worst part? You just wasted your last drop of your favourite, expensive perfume. A tragedy on all fronts.

With no other options left, you waited for salvation. Where was anyone when you needed them? What kind of sick joke was this? How could you be outsmarted by an insect?

And then, the sound of footsteps. Hallelujah.

It was Rafayel.

You couldn’t decide whether you were filled with relief or utter terror. Was he here to rescue you? Or was he about to bail on you and leave you in a dramatic, bug-induced death scene worthy of a low-budget horror flick?

The door swung open with zero drama—Rafayel just barged in. He saw you, crouched behind the couch, practically whispering to yourself like you were in a hostage situation. His eyes immediately locked onto the bug, and for a second, time stopped.

His mouth opened, and you could practically hear the gears in his head turning before he spoke: “You are so in trouble right now, young lady. I—”

But then, the bug made a dramatic entrance. It flapped its wings in a show of pure, unadulterated confidence, like it knew it had just broken Rafayel's spirit. Rafayel froze, his eyes widening in horror, and within seconds, he was out the door, like a man running from a natural disaster.

“Rafayel! Don’t leave me here, you fish!” You whined, your voice pitched high in a way that made you sound like you were either five years old or on the verge of a mental breakdown. You weren’t sure which one it was.

The bug flapped its wings once more, mocking you. It was taunting you. You were being outwitted by something with a brain smaller than a grain of rice.

“I am not coming in there unless you get rid of this disgusting thing!” Rafayel’s voice came from the safety of the hallway, an unmistakable whiny tone in his words. He was refusing to enter, as if you had just asked him to enter a lion’s den while wearing a steak costume.

“You’re a fish! Don’t fishes eat bugs??” You groaned, still peeking out from behind the couch like a small animal in danger of being eaten alive.

“I have never been more insulted in my entire life,” Rafayel shot back, his voice dripping with melodrama. "Never in my—"

Before he could finish his Oscar-worthy speech, the bug made a beeline straight toward him. It was clearly hunting him now, and if you could hear its evil little thoughts, you were sure it was laughing at him. Rafayel yelped in sheer terror, darting behind the door like a child avoiding a splash of water.

“Take it away from me!!” He whimpered, his voice cracking in an almost comical way. If this were a reality show, this would definitely be the most embarrassing moment of the season.

You rubbed your temples in exasperation. This was fine. Everything was fine. Sure, your dignity was shattered. Sure, Rafayel was now questioning your survival instincts. Sure, you were the one who brought a broom to a battle that required grit and determination. But you were ready. It was time to defeat the beast. You needed to. After all, you couldn't get slain by the monster. you still had the whole Lemuria to repopulate.

“If I die right now,” you muttered to yourself, glaring at the bug like it was the villain in the movie of your life, “just know… I think your cooking’s actually terrible. And I once purposefully placed a brush next to your bed so you would slip on it. And—”

You were cut off by the sound of the bug’s wings buzzing, louder and more threatening than ever.

You grabbed your broom with the determination of a warrior and—without hesitation—charged. You swung it like a sword, taking out all your frustrations in one glorious, wild swipe. The bug was in mid-flight, doing its best to dodge your clumsy strikes, but eventually, victory was yours.

The demon bug, defeated, fluttered weakly out the window, and you stood, panting, broom still held high, like you’d just slain a dragon.

And then—silence.

You turned to Rafayel, still holding the broom like you were the hero of the story, waiting for your applause. But no. Instead, he stood there with his arms crossed, his lips pressed into a disapproving frown.

“You did WHAT?” he asked, the disbelief in his voice thick enough to spread on toast.

And in that moment, you realized—you’d won the battle against the bug. But now, a greater danger awaited you - an angry fish.

Sylus

You barely had time to register the sound of your phone ringing before bam, your door was obliterated like it was made of cardboard.

There stood Sylus, a whirlwind of concern and urgency, his brow furrowed, eyes scanning the room with that signature intensity.

He must’ve assumed you were in immediate danger, and, well... he wasn’t entirely wrong.

You were hiding behind the chair, poking your head out like a startled meerkat, a wave of relief washing over you at the sight of him. Sylus, your towering savior. The person who could fix anything, even the most horrifying of circumstances.

The bug, though? It seemed just as startled as you, its wings twitching nervously as though it could sense Sylus’s unyielding presence in the room. If bugs could feel power, this one was now thoroughly aware of its impending doom.

You almost giggled to yourself. Game over for the bug.

Sylus, meanwhile, stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze shifting between you and the bug with an expression that could only be described as... confusion.

"Kitten, what’s the matter?" His voice had that smooth, no-nonsense tone, but there was a definite edge of concern hidden beneath the sternness.

You pointed dramatically at the bug on the floor, your finger trembling slightly as you did. You could feel your pulse racing, that primal fear creeping back. Sylus’s eyes followed your outstretched arm to the bug, then shifted back to you, his expression unreadable. He took a beat, processing the situation. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he deadpanned:

"You’re not actually serious, are you?"

You couldn’t even muster a comeback. Instead, you whined, ducking further behind the chair as the bug flapped its wings once again, preparing for round two.

"It’s trying to kill me!" You squeaked, clutching the chair as though it were your only line of defense against the monstrous thing that was quite literally the size of your thumb.

Sylus’s gaze lingered on you. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—was it disbelief? Amusement? Maybe a little bit of both. He stood there, dead silent, taking it all in. And then, to your horror, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

"Sylus, wait!" You squeaked, your voice rising with panic. The bug was closing in! Would your hero really leave you to face your untimely death at the claws—or wings—of this vile creature?

But just as quickly as he’d left, Sylus returned, striding in like the cavalry had just arrived. In one hand, he held a can of bug spray. No grand entrance, no dramatic speeches, just a weapon of mass destruction for your foe.

Without another word, he unleashed the spray like a warrior wielding a sword of justice, a small but fierce hiss filling the air. The bug’s frantic wing-flapping turned into a lazy, defeated flutter as it crumpled into oblivion.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, cautiously peeking from behind the chair, making sure the battle was truly over. The bug was definitely down for the count. You waited another second, just to be sure, then, with all the grace of a startled deer, you leapt from your hiding place and ran straight into Sylus’s arms.

Without missing a beat, you buried your face in his chest, wrapping your arms around him as though he were your personal superhero—because, in this moment, he definitely was.

"Thank you, my hero!" You chimed, looking up at him, your voice a mixture of gratitude and—okay, maybe a little bit of dramatics. But could you blame yourself? It was a near-death experience.

Sylus’s face didn’t shift much, but his lips curled up at the edges in that trademark sly smirk of his. Oh, here it came.

"My, my... Whatever shall I do with you?" His voice was smooth, filled with an undertone of amusement as his hands slid around your waist, pulling you in closer, his presence overwhelming and comforting all at once.

You couldn’t help but giggle, your heart still racing from the excitement of it all. “Whatever you wish, oh my savior.” You batted your lashes dramatically, trying—and failing—to hold back a grin. "But first, let's get this dinner! All this near-death experience made me starving!"

With that, you grabbed his hand and began tugging him toward the door like a child dragging their parent to their favorite amusement park. Sylus followed, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as he matched your pace.

“As you wish, my lady,” he replied, his voice warm and amused.

“Oh, and by the way, you need to replace my door. You did kinda knock it down.” You gestured at the gaping hole in the doorway, now very much ruined by his heroic entrance.

Sylus raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I can just buy you a new house.”

“No,” you said flatly, shaking your head with conviction. “Not a new house. Just the door. And maybe some new furniture to match the hole you made.”

Caleb

You ignored your phone's ringing for now - afraid to move your gaze away from the bug.

You'd tried everything: pillow throws, shoe swats, even a half-hearted attempt at swatting it with a hairbrush. But every time you tried to inch your way to the door, the thing flapped its wings with an eerie, almost taunting precision. You were fairly certain it was actively laughing at you. The worst part? You couldn’t figure out what it even was—was it a cockroach? A beetle? No, it had the terrifying charisma of a tiny dragon.

At this point, your phone was pinging like crazy, full of messages from Caleb.

"Where you at, babe? :P" "You good? 😬" "Okay, I'm seriously starting to get concerned. Did you get abducted by aliens? XD" "Or worse... did you bail on me??"

You groaned, knowing you had to respond. With one eye on the bug (now doing an actual flyby of your head), you typed out a frantic reply: "Bug. Help. Please. I’m literally being held hostage."

The "send" button clicked just as the beast made a bold move toward you, sending you diving behind the couch. You muttered something obscene under your breath, praying to whatever higher power existed that Caleb would get the message.

You heard the front door creak open, and the sound of footsteps entering your apartment. Caleb’s unmistakable voice rang out immediately.

"You alive in there, or did you get eaten by a mutant insect?" His tone was teasing, light, but you could hear the hint of concern buried underneath it.

The moment you saw his face peeking around the corner, you almost burst into tears, then immediately regretted not thinking of this sooner—why hadn't you just called him earlier? This was a disaster.

"There!" You pointed shakily at the bug, now circling you like a demented helicopter, "It’s... it's trying to kill me, Caleb. Please get rid of it before I lose my mind."

He looked at the bug, then back at you, arching an eyebrow. "So, you're telling me this... thing has been keeping you hostage for 20 minutes? I’d say I’m impressed, but also... I’m honestly a little offended you didn’t call me earlier."

You shot him a pleading look. “I didn’t want to bother you! Plus, I thought I could handle it myself, but clearly—" you gestured at the bug dramatically, "—I was wrong."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I’ll take care of it. But you owe me one for this. You owe me big time."

As if on cue, the bug lunged towards him, its wings buzzing aggressively.

"Look at this thing, Caleb! It knows I’m weak!" you shouted, half laughing, half panicking. You watched him as he calmly reached for the nearest object—a broom—before striding toward the creature like a true warrior.

"Relax, pipsqueak. I’ve got this." His voice was smooth, dripping with that signature teasing tone, but there was a flicker of protectiveness in his eyes. You knew he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

With one swift motion, he shooed the bug out of your apartment, making sure it was well and truly gone before turning to you with a satisfied grin.

You practically threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Oh my god, Caleb. Thank you. I would’ve died in here if it wasn’t for you.”

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing the top of your head as he held you tight. "You owe me, sweetheart. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. I came here expecting a romantic evening, not to play exterminator." His hand gently ran through your hair, a soft gesture of care that made your heart flutter despite everything.

"I’ll do anything," you said, your voice a little too serious.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Anything? Hm, we might need to revisit that offer later, but for now..." He paused, leaning back to look you over. "I think we can still salvage the evening. After all, we’ve got the whole night ahead of us, right?"

You smirked, playfully brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Yeah, and you’re not getting out of dinner that easily. You still owe me a real date after this."

He laughed, pulling you closer. "Alright, alright. But just so you know, next time, I’m sending you a bug-catching kit as your official starter pack for dating me. You’ve been warned."

You couldn’t help but grin, a weight finally lifting from your shoulders as you found yourself safe in his arms.

"And Caleb," you said, trying to hide a mischievous smile, "You look hot when you move around with a broom."

[inkscapepony-art]

Susan my beloved… 🥹 I absolutely love how you draw her and I love her relationship with Ken! Which brings me to ask, what is her relationship with Ken like and how did they first meet? Furthermore, does she have any lore?

Btw I love your art, it’s so amazing!

thank you so much for your support and your love/interest in susan !! her marriage to ken is as sweet and pure as this man deserves, let's be honest. with his temper able to switch, she is able to bring out his softer side with kind words. their relationship is very much around PDA, words of affirmation and gift giving, mostly from ken. since susan is blind, as well, their love is all the more pure. "i don't care what you look like. i love you for you, Kenny." the way they met was what everyone would expect: at the butcher shop, where susan was treated to a fine meal and good company to match. ken has seen her face plastered on billboards and in his collection of "flesh removed" magazines. for a while, he had them just to see susan, as she is one of the more famous in the modeling industry. he was a big fan of hers, and he wanted to show that by treating her like royalty. seeing past that, he did see a real, authentic person. she laughed at his jokes, complimented the sound of his voice, and showed gratitude when he guided her to a seat away from too much noise so she can hear him better. from their conversations over many, many dates before they got married, she explained that her dad abandoned her when she was a kid, and her mother was quite patronizing, forcing her into modeling when she was just a little girl. she didn't have the chance to get properly educated, but put time into it when she can. the modeling industry means one thing: competition. her mother was always condescending and downright abusive about her daughter's appearance. "I'm the one that has to look at a hideous creature, not you." and in her older years, she drifted away from her mother and went into the modeling industry for her own benefit. that's all she grew up to know, and during that, she met a man who was severely abusive, just as much as her mother. he took advantage of her disability and cheated on her many times, making her finally come up with her most favored line: "i may be blind, but I'm not stupid." she left her ex, and became a happier person for it. she does suffer with PTSD from her experiences, though, but ken is always there to calm her down. whether it be with an embrace or kind words, he's always there for the love of his life.

[elryuse]

Store owner Y/N - Regular Customer Eunbi that turns yandere when she notices other customer swooning over Y/N

NOT THE SAME.

YANDERE EUNBI X STORE OWNER Y/N

The sun kissed Y/n's sleepy face as he opened the creaky door to his beloved flower shop. A soft breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming roses, a familiar comfort that had become a part of his daily ritual. His fingers gently traced the delicate petals, a smile playing on his lips.

His flower shop, a haven of vibrant colors and fragrant blooms, was a dream realized. Yet, it was a dream that often felt solitary. Days would slip by, the soft ticking of the clock echoing in the quiet space. But then, a ray of sunshine had entered his life, a young woman named Eunbi.

With each visit, she brought a warmth that brightened his days. Her laughter, like a gentle summer rain, washed away his worries. She would share stories of her life, her dreams, her fears, and he would listen, captivated by her vulnerability. A bond, tender and pure, had blossomed between them, a friendship that felt like something more.

One day, the usual tranquility of his shop was disrupted by an influx of customers. Among them was a woman named Minju, her eyes sparkling with a captivating allure. As she wandered through the aisles, her gaze lingered on Y/n, a subtle spark igniting in her eyes.

Y/n, though initially surprised by the sudden attention, couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him. Minju was everything Eunbi wasn't: confident, vibrant, and undeniably beautiful. As he engaged in conversation with her, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement, a thrill he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Meanwhile, Eunbi's world had taken a dark turn. A traumatic event had shattered her fragile heart, leaving her feeling lost and alone. She sought solace in the familiar embrace of Y/n's flower shop. But as she approached, a scene unfolded before her eyes that sent a wave of icy dread through her veins. Y/n, her beloved friend, was laughing with another woman, their shared joy a stark contrast to the pain she carried within.

A surge of anger, a primal instinct to protect what she believed was hers, consumed her. The gentle, kind Eunbi was replaced by a creature of darkness, a yandere's heart beating wildly within her chest. A dangerous obsession had taken root, a twisted love that would consume her and Y/n alike.

Y/n watched as Eunbi approached, a peculiar gleam in her eyes. She handed him a bag, heavy with expensive gifts. Designer clothes, sleek wallets, and other lavish items filled the bag. Confusion etched itself onto Y/n's face.

"Eunbi, this is too much," he protested, his voice laced with concern. "You shouldn't have."

Eunbi, however, seemed oblivious to his discomfort. "You deserve it, Y/n," she insisted, her voice low and seductive. "You deserve the best, not that...other woman."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. How did she know about Minju? A chill ran down his spine as he realized the extent of Eunbi's obsession. Her once gentle eyes now held a possessive glint, a darkness that frightened him.

"You don't understand," he tried to explain, his voice barely a whisper. "I...I don't feel the same way."

Eunbi's smile turned into a sinister grin. "Oh, but you will," she promised, her tone laced with menace. "You'll only have eyes for me."

As the days passed, Eunbi's behavior grew increasingly erratic. She would stalk Y/n, monitoring his every move. She sent him countless messages, professing her love and threatening those who dared to come near him. Minju, the innocent object of her jealousy, became the target of her wrath.

Eunbi's obsession had spiraled out of control, a dangerous obsession that threatened to consume them both. As Y/n struggled to break free from her grasp, he realized that he was trapped in a nightmare of his own making.

Eunbi's tactics shifted. She began to dress provocatively, her once modest attire replaced by revealing clothes that hinted at a darker side. She would bat her eyes, whisper sweet nothings, and try to seduce him with her body. But Y/n, though intrigued, was resolute. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the madness lurking beneath the surface.

When her seductive charms failed, a sinister plan began to form in her mind. A plan that would ensure Y/n's love, no matter the cost.

One fateful day, Eunbi stormed into the flower shop, her eyes ablaze with a dangerous intensity. She wreaked havoc, destroying the beautiful blooms that Y/n had nurtured with such care. Her laughter, once a gentle melody, now sounded like the cackle of a witch.

Y/n, helpless and terrified, was bound and gagged. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched in horror as Eunbi turned her attention to Minju. The once vibrant woman was now a broken doll, her spirit crushed by Eunbi's cruelty.

As the sun began to set, casting long, eerie shadows, Eunbi turned her gaze back to Y/n. Her eyes, filled with a twisted love, held a promise of eternal torment. "You're mine, and mine alone," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Y/n closed his eyes, accepting his fate. He had underestimated the depths of Eunbi's obsession, and now he would pay the ultimate price.

The room was bathed in a crimson hue, the air thick with the scent of blood and decay. Eunbi, her eyes wild with a manic glee, stood over Y/n's bound form. Her laughter, a macabre symphony, echoed through the silent room.

"Look at you, Y/n," she cooed, her voice dripping with venom. "All mine, just like I always wanted."

With a chilling precision, she began her macabre work. Each cut, each tear, was a declaration of ownership. She marveled at his body, tracing the contours of his muscles, the curve of his lips. Each touch, each caress, was a twisted expression of love.

Y/n, his spirit broken, could only weep silently. His once vibrant eyes were now dull and lifeless, reflecting the horror of his situation. He was a prisoner in his own body, a puppet controlled by Eunbi's twisted desires.

As the night wore on, the room became a macabre tableau. Blood pooled on the floor, staining the once pristine tiles. Eunbi, oblivious to the carnage, continued her gruesome work, her laughter growing louder with each passing moment.

Finally, she was finished. Y/n, a shell of his former self, was bound to a chair, a grotesque masterpiece. Eunbi stood back, admiring her work. "Perfect," she whispered, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

From that day forward, Y/n was no longer his own. He was a possession, a plaything, a victim of Eunbi's twisted love. His life, a living nightmare, was forever intertwined with hers.

- The End -

[vorchagirl]

Injury prompts 13 for Illario x Bellara?

I couldn't find the injury prompt list, so I've written a general injury prompt. This is part of my longer Illario x Bellara fic that I'm writing. Tagging @himluv @skullypettibone since i now you like this ship.

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Illario watched as Bellara slid from Elgar'nan's grasp and collapsed to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut. She shivered, curling in upon herself and crying - all resistance stripped away, and all traces of her earlier bravery and courage obliterated by the harrowing hours spent in Elgar'nan's tender care.

He flinched as she rolled into her side and her wide brown eyes met his. His stomach contracted and his heart sped up, adrenaline surging through him. Her eyes were that of a rabbit waiting for the fox to finish it off. They reminded him keenly of eyes of the terrified halla that the Venatori had brought to Minrathous and slaughtered before Elgar'nan.

Innocent.

Helpless.

Pure.

Those eyes pinned him - not with power, but with emotion - and Illario felt something stir inside of him. Sluggishly, as though waking from a very long nap, an almost alien sense of guilt rose up in him. Guilt and horror and a desire to ease her pain.

Bellara did not deserve this fate.

"Take the little mage back to her room," Elgar'nan ordered Illario. "I think she learned a valuable lesson today about obeying her God. Didn't you my dear?"

He leaned down and gently brushed a lock of Bellara's hair off her face. She flinched and moaned in terror, squeezing her eyes shut in fear. Illario wanted to slap Elgar'nan's hand away from her - an absurd reaction considering he barely knew Bellara.

"I'm a very loving God," Elgar'nan spoke gently, almost crooning. "All you need do is accept my gifts - like Illario here. I could make you powerful beyond reckoning, gift you knowledge that was lost to the ages. All you want could be yours. Just love me. Obey me. Worship me-"

"Go to hell!" Bellara's voice was hoarse from screaming, and she glared up at Elgar'nan like a helpless angry kitten.

He just laughed and straightened. "Still some fight left in you yet. Interesting." Elgar'nan caught Illario's eye and flicked his fingers dismissively at Bellara. "Take her away. Do with her as you please. I'm sure you must know all kinds of ways to make people talk."

Hurt her? Torture her? Maim her? He would sooner destroy a work of art than damage her further. Illario fought to keep his face blank as he bowed and waited for Elgar'nan to move off, then he knelt by Bellara, who was crying softly again.

He started to reach for her, then stopped. "Can you walk?"

Her eyes opened, and she stared at him fearfully. "Get away from me!"

"Gladly, but I assume you don't wish to stay here with your "God". If I'm wrong..." He started to stand and heard her make a sound of pain as she tried to sit up.

Bellara sobbed and collapsed back to the floor. "I can't get up. It hurts!"

I know. He wanted to tell her. I know, but it gets better once you give in and accept his gifts.

Illario knelt with a sigh and scooped her into his arms, trying to ignore the coppery scent of blood and blight which clung to her like a perfume. Under that scent, he could smell something soft and sweet, something like cinnamon and sugar. It reminded him of his childhood, of sneaking to the kitchen with Lucanis to eat churros and drink cioccolata calda-

His stomach twisted painfully, and he shoved the memory away, swallowing it down and focusing instead on Bellara. Her bravery in the face of Elgar'nan's wrath was admirable, but she had fractured today and would break soon. And then, when she was vulnerable, Elgar'nan would blight her and make her into his creature.

Like him.

He deserved his fate, she did not.

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> PROLOGUE | CHAPTER ONE

•| you just wanted to buy groceries ,, though it seems you made a contract with the devil instead. strange how things happen, especially when an angel is after your life. maybe god truly has it out for you?

•| taglist :: empty

it wasnt often that his creations could see such beauty. the garden, full of life and everlasting love. visions of creatures that hadn't existed until now. greenery growing from the ground, covering the area in vivid color. beings covered in soft warmth, spotting different colors and roaming free with one another. they had no names, the being unsure what to call any of them.

and then came man. the first of them, made in his own image, adam. his heavenly father had called upon a few of his previous creations to view such beauty. gabriel and satan, two of his favorites. he would have called lucifer, though said archangel was preoccupied with other angels.

" isn't it beautiful?" his father asked, smiling upon the garden. adam had started naming the different creatures, running around freely among the garden's grass as he called it. " look at them all. they live in pure harmony and love, everlasting peace." he said.

" why is he alone?" satan asked, pointing at adam scavenging for berries provided by bushes. plump and sweet, the berries filled adam's stomach. hunger was of no concept to him, yet he enjoyed the purity and sweetness the berries provided him. he thanked the bush, than his heavenly father for such a treat.

his heavenly father hadn't answered satan, thinking amongst himself. he had given the creatures all another of themselves, yet adam remained alone. it wasnt right, how the lions had more of their own, or how the elephants roamed together as one. "i shall make adam another, one of him. as any of my children, he deserves to have another to love," he said.

        gabriel to the side of his heavenly father only glared down at adam in disgust. he wasnt sure why his father decided that having man would be good. he knew father could see all, the whole future lying ahead. gabriel wondered what would happen should man be corrupted, tempted away from his heavenly father. would he look down in disgust like him?

        as the sun in the sky started to settle and the moon rose, gabriel watched as adam scurried away to hide in a burrow. how cowardly, he thought, for a creation of father to hide away from darkness. how man could never see the everlasting light of heaven. maybe man would never see the beauty of heaven. there was no green or vivid flowers. there were no animals, no towering beings other than his heavenly father and the archangels themselves.

        this garden of eden only reminded gabriel of hell. the wretched place itself only soured his mood more.

        " i'll protect mankind," satan spoke. " i'll protect adam and eve. i'll protect garden of eden, father." the large being beside them, taller than that of a mountain, only smiled down at satan. compared to adam and eve, his heavenly father was enormous. satan and gabriel were large in size, that of what would be the chariot his heavenly father rides upon. to them, man was only a tiny creation.

        "thank you satan, but there is no need for protection. the garden is of everlasting love and purity. though, there is knowledge that they don't know of, there is no need for protection. it is their own choosing whether to continue living in purity and love, or to discover knowledge of impurities. it is their own free will," his heavenly father explained. satan only tilted his head to the side, but nonetheless nodded to father's words.

        gabriel only pondered about what father said. knowledge of impurities? would man betray father and fall to corruption? he looked to the largest tree in the garden, towering over all of the land. fruit bright and red grew from it, shining in the glow of dawn. the new man walked around the garden, naked and shaped differently than of adam.

        this must be eve that satan mentioned. what an interesting name for that of man. gabriel watched as adam and eve talked, unsure of what they were saying. he could tell that they loved each other immediately, tending to the garden together. how interesting it would be to see them crawl upon their bellies, wriggling around and limbless. would father love his creation then?

        how strange of father, to create mankind.

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        "eww, what even is this?" you grumbled out and pinched your nose, pulling a strange and wet clothe from a wooden box. minhyeok only raised an eyebrow at the object before gagging at the stench it gave.

        "im not sure why mom had that, but that is absolutely foul," you quickly put the wet clothe in the trashbag beside you, careful not to touch it with your other fingers. you continued to scrumage through the box, looking for anything of value. you werent sure why minhyeok insisted on spring cleaning today, but you were dreading him for it.

"anything over there by you?" you asked him as your eyes squinted into the box. apart from the cobwebs and spider sacks full of eggs, there wasnt much in there worth anything. or anything interesting for that matter.

minhyeok only sighed and shook his head. "i've only found a small handheld mirror worth keeping. most of the stuff here can be donated." he shrugged before leaning back on his heels. "same here, unless you want to donate spider babies," you raised a brow at the college student with a smirk. "im sure any kid who picks up this box would be thrilled!"

minhyeok only rolled his eyes, "or have a heart attack." he looked around the attic. most of it had already been cleaned out before, donating most the large furniture pieces that wouldn't be of use to either of them.

"hey, what time is it?" he asked. you shrugged your shoulders, "not sure, why?" minhyeok pulled his phone out of his back pocket, opening it up to view the time; 5:24 pm. "i gotta make dinner here soon. how about you go get us ingredients?" the boy rose to his feet, ducking his head as to not hit it on the ceiling.

you quickly stood up too, ready to get out of the attic itself. it was boring having to go through everything, not to mention how dusty everything was. "sure, it'd get me out of this mess."

"you say that like you were dragged here against your will," minhyeok replied, climbing down the ladder. "um, because i was? or do you not remember ripping the covers off of me when i was sleeping?" you remarked. you didnt here a reply from minhyeok, taking the time to look around the attic once more.

you both got a bunch of work up here done fast, but as the hours dragged on it felt like you were there for eternity. you're sure the spiders would appreciate you not ruining their webs. just as you were about to climb down the ladder, a strange paper stuck out from underneath the box you were looking through earlier.

you crouched down, lifting the box up and grabbing the slip of paper. it had intricate markings all over it, in a language unknown to you. it looked like something you'd see on a jiangshi, covering their faces in those old horror movies you'd find at a beatdown dvd shop. "are you coming?" minhyeok yelled from below.

you stuffed the slip of paper in your pocket, hurrying down the ladder before he called for you again.

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minhyeok placed a $50 bill in your hand, "make sure you just get ingredients for dinner tonight. i'll make whatever you're craving, but don't get anything else." he warned you, his pointer finger up and reprimanding you. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the boy, "dont worry. i'm not gonna bring home a cake again for dinner. i've learned my lesson from last time."

he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at you, as if to say 'really?' "okay okay, i promise i wont," you sighed, "though it would be good for dessert." you murmured under your breath. "what was that?" minhyeok raised an eyebrow at you.

"nothing! im going now, ill be back soon." you waved him goodbye and quickly left, not staying any longer to face what wrath he may have. the last time you brought a cake home for dinner he was outraged and scolded you for a long time. he even went over all the lack of nutrition it would provide and how you need more than just fat and 500 calories. you still wondered how even remembered all the nutrition facts a human being needs.

the sun was starting to set, painting the neighborhood a beautiful gradient of orange to pink. the air was warm but moist, birds chirping softly and flying around. the clouds were streaked across the sky, painting the whole world as though it came from a renaissance painting.

you turned the corner and walked into the small market. memories from when you were younger came to your mind. when your parents had died, minhyeok's were more than happy to take you into their family. most of your own family wasnt alive. your parents were single-children, having no siblings. their parents had died and you had no idea if you had any cousins.

though despite what happened, minhyeok's parents gave you a wonderful childhood. growing up with them allowed you to still have a somewhat normal childhood despite the tragedy of your parents.

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"thank you!" the lady at the register said as you walked out the door. hopefully minhyeok was okay with having chicken alfredo. after all, there wasnt a whole lot you could get from $50 at the store, even the one cheapest and closest to the house.

even thinking about food alone had you hungry, your stomach already grumbling from how empty it was. it seemed working around in the attic took more energy from you than you had thought.

the sky had turned black, the stars appearing softly in the sky. if you squinted your eyes hard enough you could've made out the big dipper, maybe find the north star if you paid enough attention. though you didnt think you'd spent that much time in the store.

the streetlights weren't on yet either, making the road quite dark and hard to see without any source of light. pulling out your phone and turning the flashlight on, you followed the sidewalk and tried to navigate your way back. it was strange, how often you'd come at night and know the way home like the back of your hand. but all the sudden, it was like you had been here for the first time ever.

your skin was cold, goosebumps forming as you looked around. nothing felt familiar, rather everything was foreign to you. you couldn't recollect where to to turn or how far along the sidewalk to go.

"how unfortunate for you." a voice murmured, making you whip your head around. there was no one standing there, yet it sounded as though it came from right behind you. as though someone had whispered it into your left ear.

"hello?" you called, eyebrows knitting together in confusion yet your heart race increased slightly to the paranoia. were you lost? was someone following you?

"be not afraid, child of our heavenly father. thou hast sought protection, and protection has cometh to thee." the voice said as one streetlight turned on. there was no one underneath it, but it showed how foggy the area had become. the fog was so thick you werent able to see any buildings in sight, not even a shadow or two casted upon or from them.

"be not afraid, for i am one of our heavenly father's servants. i shall provide thou light, as thou see fit. i shall provide protection, as thou shall see fit. i shall provide guidance to thee."

you werent sure what it meant, or what exactly it was saying. something about its tone made you uneasy, your feeling of hunger gone and your blood pumping through your veins. something about the whole situation made you feel weird, your gut telling you to run yet your brain was confused. mixed signals were sent all about your body, confusion evident in your legs as to run or not.

"follow my voice, child of our heavenly father. for i am one to guide you home." something about it made you slowly walk forward, your legs ignoring the warning signals you were getting from your heart. your amygdala was telling you to run, yet your legs continued walking towards the voice unwillingly.

it was like your body wasnt even yours anymore, rather you were a vessel within it.

"yes, come to me my child. for i shall provide what you seek most." it whispered, though this time it was as though it was said in both your ears at different times. like someone said it in your right ear first than repeated it in your left. echoing amongst the street itself, it remained softly as though it was spoken in a cave.

"come closer to me, innocent lamb of mine. fear not of me, for thou hast no need." the voice sounded closer this time, almost embracing you. until a harsh grunt came from it, and soon the fog cleared from your vision.

lied in front of you, wings long and covering the whole street itself, covered in white stained with red was a humanoid figure. their head was bent down, gasping for air as their hands held onto their stomach. behind them stood another being, dressed in white and eyes narrowing at the one on the ground.

"disgusting how you call yourself a servant of god yet destroy his creations." the person sneered. they had a saint peter's cross in their eyes and on their forehead.

their eyes flickered from the one beneath them and towards you, widening upon seeing your form. as though a wave of recognition had hit them, they quickly ran towards you. your body was stuck in place, unable to run anywhere or turn your head away.

"is it really you?" they whispered, dropping the scythe in their hand. it was long and red, yet dripping of a red substance. their hands hovered over your cheeks, yet not touching them before the being dropped to their knees. "child of solomon, his wisest and greatest, i have found you at last."

the being started to laugh, almost crying at the same time. "child of solomon, how happy i am to see you. the key to all success and to hell's future!" they praised, grabbing at your shoes and staring up at your face. "please, child of solomon! theres no time! i need a contract with you, please!" they pleaded.

"gabriel will rise again soon! he can only be stopped for so long! please! make a contract with me, child of solomon, and i shall protect you from him!" they pleaded, hands moving from your shoes to your legs as they nuzzled their face into your stomach.

just as they had said, the being called gabriel had started to breath again without gasping. white scythe beside him, he grabbed at it and started to stand. his wings flexed themselves out and stared at you with fury in his eye.

"fine! fine!" you yelled, taking the person's head in your hands. "how do i make a contract?" the person smiled widely, "you draw a pentagram on my tongue, and i shall receive the strength needed to protect you." he said before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out.

you wondered if it was a trick, yet it seemed as though gabriel wasnt going to wait around forever. he was already raising his scythe and stumbling over to where you stood. quickly, you made a messy pentagram with your pointer finger on their tongue. the lines started to glow white on their tongue until the full pentagram was painted.

bright light seemed to cover you both, as their body shook and their eyes rolled to the back of their head. their eyes glowed white as they smiled widely. soon the light dissipated and the being before you jumped to their feet. they grabbed the red scythe beside you and rushed at gabriel.

you looked away from the fight, bright white clashing against red as yells and grunts from gabriel rung throughout the air until their was no more sound.

you looked back, only to find that gabriel was no longer there and the being left stood heaving. a burning pain etched into the palm of your left hand. a sigil displayed itself, a pentagram; the mark of satan. your eyes looked back to the person, before asking, "who are you?"

"i am satan, embodiment of wrath one of the seven kings of hell." he smiled, eyes returning to red with black saint peter's crosses for pupils. "there's no time to explain, come to hell with me! i will explain everything there, but hell needs you, child of solomon!" he held out his hand for you to take.

[breelandwalker]

So a small moment of joy from this weekend -

Friend of ours calls up, asks us if Husband and I can look in on her dogs while she's away overnight with her girlfriend. (This is a semi-regular occurrence, we live close and have swapped keys for pet care purposes.) Sure no problem, Husband drives us over Friday night to meet and greet, since we haven't met the new girlfriend yet and her doggo will also be there.

What Husband DOESN'T tell me is that Friend's Girlfriend's doggo....is a corgi.

Now, at this juncture, it's important for you, dear reader, to understand something about me.

I FUCKING LOVE CORGIS.

You know that gif of Kristin Bell sobbing on television because she's going to meet a sloth? That's my dumb ass with every corgi ever.

So I walk in the door and see my precious pittie-mix goddogs....AND A FUCKING CORGI.

I make a Noise and promptly forget that I have any goddamn knees.

Husband and Friend proceed to cackle while I fuss over this precious baby, this fluffy angel, this darling creature of all time, too pure and precious for this world, twerking her fuzzy little hamhocks with glee at being petted, your honor her name is REPTAR and i would die for her.

Eventually I come to my senses enough to carry on a conversation. Friend's New Girlfriend is an absolute darling, we have a lovely chat, and at some point as I'm sitting on the couch, Sweet Corgi Babydog jumps up and lays her head in my lap.

I ascend to a higher plane and begin to weep with divine ecstasy.

(And then turn to Husband to tell him to shut up bc he's laughing again and calling me a dork in the most loving way possible.)

At some point, he suggests we go home and have dinner. I tell him to shut his filthy blaspheming mouth, I live here now, I am the servant of the fat furry kielbasa on my lap. Doggo is eventually bribed to get down and we leave.

And then we have the Best Weekend Ever romping around with these three doggos and I am once more rewarded with corgi cuddles. (And also a working-dog lapflop from my goddog The Bonafide Boneless Chicken Wing bc apparently my anxiety was high and my blood sugar was low. He is a Very Good Boy.)

I don't know what we as a species did to deserve domestic creatures but it must've been massive.

[s-awturn]

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I'm excited about this story because I love werewolves and witches so I can't stop reading it. This will be the last one posted until I update Underworld Sun, because I've been owing this update for a few days.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die;

Part Two: Monsters

One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive

Her breath caught in her chest as she saw the massive beast emerging from the bushes, its fangs as big as the blade of her dagger, its eyes gleaming like molten gold and stared at him with nothing but murderous fury. Being the first night of the full moon, Y/N could feel the deep magic of lycanthropy within him, vibrating the beast's solid muscles and teasing his senses, making it tastier prey than any animal in the forest.

It was a bad day to be with your magic so weak.

The werewolf began to surround her and Y/N did the same, she couldn't give him a chance to attack from behind, dying wasn't in her plans. Whether from angry villagers or from that hungry werewolf. Her eyes remained glued to the massive creature in front of her, she couldn't take her eyes off the wolf's dangerous fangs; her fingers pressed the dagger and she took a deep breath, asking for wisdom and strength to get out of that situation.

“I’m not going to die tonight, beast, so I hope you don’t mind when I use your fur as a blanket,” she said. Y/N knew how to poke a mindless beast with twice her strength and huge teeth were dangerous, but she had never been a sensible witch, and now was not the time to start being one.

The moon shone even brighter in the sky and an ancient shiver ran down her spine. At that moment, the wind carried whispers in an ancient voice to her. Whispers that she didn't like to hear and Before she could think, her magic core was gone and her body lost its strength. She fainted, dropping her dagger, dropping her bag; the black kitten purred, ignoring the werewolf standing there, much more concerned about his owner. Spix pressed his feline snout to the witch's face, waiting for her to wake up.

Trapped in her subconscious, Y/N looked around, recognizing the tiny kitchen of the cottage she shared with her parents, the smell of her mother's familiar herbal tea made the girl whimper. She missed her mother so much, her advice and love, and that smell made things less unbearable to deal with.

She heard light, rhythmic footsteps and saw her mother enter the room, wearing the raw cotton dress and white stone necklace, so characteristic that they made her eyes burn.

“Would you like some tea, dear? You look hungry,” she heard her mother say. “The rye bread is fresh, have a piece, will you?”

"Mommy?” She spoke softly, approaching fearfully and touching the woman's face, and when she felt the soft texture of the older woman's cheek, Y/N finally gave in to tears. “I missed you, mommy!”

The older one hugged her before Y/N fell to her knees on the floor, the younger witch felt herself being dragged to a chair.

“I missed you too my little sunshine, don't cry anymore, your dad and I are fine, glad you're safe”

“This is so unfair, you didn't deserve to die like this, I w-wanted to help...” she sobbed, her face hidden in her mother's shoulder.

“Shhhh it's okay, there's nothing you could do dear, and I honestly don't regret saving your life, I didn't give birth to you to watch you die, dear, stop crying over things that are beyond your reach,” she said, making the girl look at her and wiped her tears. “Let's not waste this precious time we have with complaints and tears, I need to tell you something... Something important that will change your future”

The young witch's still tearful face contorted in confusion and she saw her mother smile, stroking her damp cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

Y/N saw her mother sigh loudly “After tonight, nothing will be the same, my love, it's time to stop the killing between our people and the lycanthropes”

“M-Me?” she laughed in disbelief “I can barely keep my magic core stable, how can I stop something that has been going on for centuries?!”

“You young people are so impatient, let me explain, we don’t have much time, so be quiet,” her mother scolded. “There are few things in the world that are truly unbreakable, the bond of partnership between a werewolf and his destined one is one of those things and you are on the other end of the cord, my dear.”

S/N stood up, her mother couldn't be serious, it could only be a joke in bad taste.

“I can’t mate with a werewolf! I’m a witch.”

“But you are, and that will change the history of our people, S/N,” the older witch said seriously. “We are being persecuted and killed by madmen who use the name of God to justify their sins” She paused for a few seconds, reinforcing her speech “We cannot protect ourselves on both fronts, my little sun, we need to choose our battles and it is time to stop fighting with the wolves”

“But why me?! I’m not the best option to negotiate peace in a thousand-year-old war!”

“But you will, I can't give you any more details, I know you will do the right thing, just follow your heart, it always knows the right direction” the woman said, getting up to get some tea.

“Then I will have to kill him, because that is where my heart is going.”

Y/N grumbled in disbelief. As if her life wasn't already busy enough.

“Don’t be petulant, girl, and accept the goddess’s designs, she knows what she’s doing and I know you’ll be happy.”

Y/N sighed, feeling like she was waking up, so her time with her mother was close to ending.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, take me with you”

“I would never do that to you, my love... You have a beautiful life ahead of you and I know you will be happy, trust me, okay?”

The little witch sniffed and nodded.

“You are never alone, and live your life the best way you can, your father and I love you, dear.” Y/N felt a kiss on her forehead and saw everything fade before her eyes.

— ☽ —

The werewolf watched the witch fall to the ground unconscious. It was a strange thing, because he hadn't even intended to attack her—yet. In other times he would have taken advantage and satisfied his hunger, but his instincts told him otherwise. The werewolf approached slowly, but stopped when he saw the cat bristle and growl in his direction. That cat was a totem linked to the unconscious witch, and if he tried to attack her, he would probably have to deal with that stupid cat.

The wolf licked his teeth, he couldn't kill the witch, but he couldn't retreat either, his paws kept moving forward even though the cat was ready to scratch his snout. The moon grew brighter and a bit of rationality came to the werewolf's mind, the creature poked the witch's cheek, receiving no response.

As delicately as he could, he gathered the belongings that had fallen out of the bag with his nose and teeth and thought of a way to put it on his back. The cat watched the whole process and He gave a meow that, to the werewolf's ears, sounded like mockery, and before he could grab the kitten, the werewolf saw the cat digging in the ground near the witch and understood what the little animal wanted. Within minutes a large hole next to the witch's unconscious body was opened, the werewolf entered the hole and pulled the witch by the cape with his teeth, making her fall onto her back. With the girl unconscious, the wolf jumped until he was out of the hole, being careful not to knock her over and shouted carefully, being closely followed by the black cat, the moonlight flickered slightly before hiding behind a cloud.

The werewolf kept his pace short until he reached his small village, only children, some pregnant women and elderly people were present, all the rest spread out into the forest to hunt and give in to instincts. He entered the furthest cabin from the village, and laid the witch on the bed, she remained unconscious and he left, leaving the cat at the door. He wasn't happy about having a witch so close to his people, but his instincts screamed to catch her and keep her close.

He left the unconscious witch there and ran back into the woods, he needed to eat and he needed to stay away from her, or he would end up killing the girl and something in his bones told him to keep her alive.

— ☽ —

The sun was rising when she finally woke up. She knew that experiences like this were possible, but she never expected to experience one in person. Y/N she felt the fluffy weight on her abdomen and ran her fingers through Spix's silky fur, the kitten purred, rubbing his little face against her hand, clearly relieved that she had woken up; Y/N blinked slowly, catching glimpses of a wooden and straw roof above her, only to snap up, she was no longer in the forest, she was in an unfamiliar cabin. Alone with her cat.

She looked around, finding her things thrown in a corner, stained with diluted blood.

“By the grace of the Goddess, what happened last night?” she muttered to herself, looking at her things, the candles were broken, but the rest seemed intact thankfully. None of her grimoires had been lost. Little by little, memories of last night came back to her mind, the escape from her home, the search for shelter in the woods, the werewolf in her path and the strange conversation with her mother... Y/N rubbed the back of her neck, feeling strangely tired, even though she slept through the night. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was, but nothing gave away who the cabin belonged to or who had brought her there. but if Spix was cool with it, it must be a good sign.

She avoided thinking as much as she could about the conversation with her mother as she rummaged through her belongings in the cabin, she could never be a werewolf's mate. They had been enemy races for so many years that she didn't even know the reason for the enmity, and she didn't even mention that her insides were turning over at the idea, no, her mother was delirious. She was sure of it.

She found some still-good bread and a canteen of beer, it wasn't the best breakfast, but she was starving and couldn't afford to refuse food; S/N devoured the bread in three bites and She downed her beer in one gulp. Maybe now she could leave, pretending her mother hadn't said anything as absurd as that. It would never work, she was a witch, that bond was unnatural, it couldn't happen.

Quickly, she gathered her things and picked up Spix, but the cat jumped off her lap and remained on the bed.

“Let’s go, Spix, we don’t know whose house this is, we’re not going to stay to find out” she said as she reached out her hands to grab the feline, but Spix jumped away, making Y/N frown in confusion. “Now, don’t be like that, Spix! I know this bed is comfortable, but we’re not staying here! It’s dangerous!”

The kitten meowed in protest and Y/N asked the heavens for patience, or she would take the cat by the tail. “Come on Spix, I'm in charge!”

She couldn't be ignored any more than that, the black cat raised his own magic and became invisible, making Y/N curse. Y/N felt around on the bed, finding the cat among the woolen blankets and before it could get loose, she put it in the leather bag and ran out of the cabin, she couldn't stay there, he didn't know who might arrive and he wouldn't risk himself like that and it wouldn't be a cat that would dictate her actions.

As morning arrived, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief when the beast allowed him to control his body again, he had few memories of last night, but he knew there was a girl lying in his bed, a girl who was probably his companion.

A witch.

He could feel her scent impregnated on his body, it was a cruel joke of fate, the Moon could not unite him with a witch. It was absurd that he wanted to laugh, as if his life wasn't troubled enough, he still had to deal with a damn witch in his house, a witch who was his predestined. He was on his way home when the scent of lavender and lemon reached his nose and it wasn't long before he heard quick footsteps breaking branches on the ground. Before he could understand, Carlos ran in the direction of the scent, his body transforming mid-run, he could see the witch's thick cloak fluttering in the air as she walked away; It wasn't as if the little witch could run faster than him and in a short time, Carlos was just a few meters away from her. His muscles tensed and he leapt at her, knocking her to the muddy ground until they ended up rolling down a local ravine. She screamed in fright, trying to pull away from him, but she was trapped between him and the ground.

Carlos growled, holding the witch under his body, was she leaving? How dare she?!

She began to punch and kick the wolf above her, but he growled, leaving his teeth exposed, making the smaller girl retreat as far as she could on the ground.

“Get off me, help! Help, someone help me!” she screamed, but all she heard was the birds squawking and the trees crashing against each other. The werewolf got off her and grabbed the witch's ankle, dragging her back to the cabin. "Let go of me!" she tried to kick the creature, but it sank its teeth into her skin, making her scream.

Behind them, Spix trotted along leisurely, dragging his leather bag carefully as he followed.

Carlos wondered if it was really the right thing to drag that witch back to his house, she was a witch, she could kill his entire family, he gave up.He didn't understand why the Moon had chosen a witch to be her companion, this couldn't be serious, it had to be a joke.

She kept struggling and kicking, trying to get free, which made Carlos grunt with laughter, her efforts were laughable and it was clear she didn't have enough magic to break free, otherwise he would have already been thrown against a tree.

It wasn't enough to be a witch, she was also useless.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Carlos let go of her ankle and walked around the house, the girl didn't need to see him naked, he transformed and picked up a pair of pants hanging on the clothesline next door, listening to her whine about the bruises on her ankle. When he came back inside, the witch was rubbing her ankle, muttering a strange chant that he didn't understand.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed here until I got back,” he said, surprising the girl, the witch screamed in fright, throwing a broken candle at him, which he dodged without any further problems.

“I have no reason to stay here!” she scolded, trying to stand, ignoring her sore ankle.

“You have nowhere to go, girl, or you wouldn’t be running through the woods in the middle of the night.” He landed a wound on the witch, who took a deep breath, trying not to think about what she had lost in such a short time.

“That’s none of your business, mutt,” she retorted rudely and Carlos clenched his jaw, irritated by the insult.

“That became my business from the moment you became my companion!”

“I AM NOT YOUR MATE!” she screamed and the rafters of the hut shook, her magic gradually returning.

Carlos looked at her even more stressed, this really shouldn't be happening, he should be connected to a wolf from his pack, following the natural course of things. But no, he was there, destined for a witch.

"You can scream all you want, little witch, you are my companion, whether you like it or not, and you will stay here.”

“Never! I’d rather die!” She marched towards him so determinedly that she didn't even groan in pain and stared at him without fear. “You'll have to tie me up!”

He tilted his head back, laughing deeply at the girl in front of him. “That’s not a problem, little witch, I’m very good with ropes.”

She screamed in anger and backed away from him, feeling her body tremble, abruptly her magical core had completely restored itself and she refused to believe that this was due to the bond with the werewolf.

“Even though I haven’t marked you yet, we’re united, little witch,” he said mockingly, “there’s no way you can leave here, because listen carefully...” he approached her, feeling the angry vibration that the witch emanated so strongly. “I don't care if our races have hated each other for centuries, I don't care if you want to disembowel me now, the Moon has decided that you would be mine, and that's what you are from now on, so don't even think about running away from me, witch, because I'll hunt you down to the end of the world”

Neither of them even realized that they were inches away from each other, Carlos only noticed when the scent of lavender and lemon disoriented his senses.

“There’s no point in running away, you’re mine now and you’re going to stay here”

“I don’t belong to anyone! Much less to a mutt like you!”

In one quick movement, Carlos wrapped his arms around the witch's throat and they both fell onto the bed.

“Don’t call me a mutt, you filthy little witch.”

He felt her swallow hard and take a deep breath, struggling to get away from him, but Carlos pressed harder on the girl's throat, seeing her choke a little, but that didn't last long, because he was thrown against the wall, knocking over some shelves.

“I’ll kill you!” they shouted together.

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And I Like You

Title: Houses Don't Change Words: 3,631 Rating: M (language, fluff, kissing, hand job) Type: Chapter (6/10) Previous Chapter

They say time flies when you’re having fun. Harry would have to agree with that. Another week had passed since Harry and Louis took that leap with their relationship and they walked down that long corridor. To their surprise, the world didn’t stop, or break, or whatever they thought would happen. 

In fact, when Harry walked up to his locker, Louis next to him, his friends didn’t even bat an eye at them holding hands. Harry didn’t know what possessed him at that moment but he found himself blurting out. “We’re dating.”

To which one of his mates, Alex, responded with, “Uh—yeah, we kind of figured that, mate.” He laughed softly and if Harry could describe his face. It was shock and pure terror. 

“You guys are okay with that?” Harry didn’t even notice how low his voice was, how the whisper echoed in the hallway, filled with uncertainty. 

Three of his friends stood in front of them and they all held the same expression. “You think we’d have a problem?” Alex asked, another chuckle, a shake of his head even. “Just means more ladies for me, cause these two doors couldn’t land a bird if they tried.”

Harry laughed but he wasn’t sure if that was due to Alex's comment or the relief that filled his chest. He might have been Louis consumed, but maybe he had really good friends after all. 

He made it a point. He’d have to hangout with them soon. Maybe bring Louis along. They didn’t deserve to be neglected. Even if they didn’t seem to mind. 

His friends continued their way down the hall and Harry felt Louis chin press to his shoulder, his voice low as he spoke. “That went well.” He commented before pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek and the younger boy thought he might just pass out. 

“I think we’ll be okay, Haz.”

That was a nice feeling. They’d be okay. 

***

It was now Thursday night and the boys were back at Louis’. New update, they had officially started to hang out at each other's houses. They still went on their drives but now they ended up back in each other's arms in one of their beds. 

It was great. Things were going swimmingly and Harry couldn’t be happier. He had a boyfriend. A real boyfriend. However, Harry still hadn’t met any of Louis' family. He almost met one of his sisters once, but it didn’t work out. Louis insisted that he wasn’t trying to hide Harry from his family and that they knew all about him.

It was just that the younger siblings stayed with Louis' step dad often because his mom worked late nights and that explained it enough for Harry. Louis hadn’t met his mom either, but Louis had met Gemma. That was unavoidable once Harry told her he was in a relationship. Her face when he told her it was Louis? Priceless. 

***

“You cheeky bastard! Were you not going to tell me you're gay?” Gemma asked, brows pushed together as she stuffed cereal into her mouth. She was a creature. A sweet one but, still. 

Harry sighed and gave a small shrug. “I don’t know if I am—well, fully.” He admitted with a small smile and Gemma gave him a kind look. One that showed he was proud. “I’m here, you know? Sexuality can be terrifying but if you really like Louis—“ 

Harry was quick to stop Gemma there, giving a strong reassuring, “I do.” And that caused Gemma to smile. They had a sibling understanding. Gemma knew that when Harry cared about something, that was it. He would protect whoever or whatever that was for life. 

“So, do you top or—“ Gemma asked with a cheeky grin, looking at Harry longways as if that would give her an answer. “Gemma!” Harry shouted, if their mum was home, she would have busted into the kitchen by now. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I don’t want to know.” Gemma then made a face of disgust which Harry threw back at her.

She demanded to meet Louis the next day. So, they planned it. 

“That’s her.” Harry said as he saw Gemma approaching where Louis and he were waiting for her. “Harry, she’s bloody you with slightly longer hair, of course that’s her.” Louis said through a laugh, and Harry’s face instantly fell flat. 

He already knew how this would go and his suspicions were confirmed around thirty minutes in. Louis and Gemma were practically best friends and they made Harry a target of their entire conversation. 

“I wished he’d get a haircut.” Gemma had said and Harry rolled his eyes at that. “I quite like it long.” Louis murmured as he ran his fingers through Harry’s hair. He blushed. Gemma gave him a knowing smile. 

“Yeah, well, people don’t think you’re twins.” Gemma muttered. 

That was a good day for them. All three got along swimmingly and even talked about making it a regular thing. Harry had also talked to Louis about spending some time with his friends. Louis agreed. He was absolutely perfect. 

***

“Why are you so far away?” There was a whine in Harry’s voice as he laid back on Louis' bed. Louis had been pacing the room talking about football. Their first game was coming up and Louis was stressed. Even if he was the best on the team. 

Louis tilted his head, rubbing his jaw as he looked at Harry but he was sure it was to mask the smile on his face. “How are you not nervous?” Louis asked Harry as he finally came to sit on the edge of the bed. 

Harry was quick to pounce, although he tried to do so gracefully. He sat up, his arms wrapping around Louis' waist from behind and he rested his head on Louis' shoulder. “Got the best bloke on the team to teach me. That’s how.”

“Harry.” Louis said, his voice playfully tense, and Harry hummed out a chuckle but when he turned his head slightly to look at Louis there was a new look in his eyes. Desire. 

And Harry slightly freaked because they hadn’t crossed this line yet and god did he want to but he was nervous. Because this was Louis and Harry had a fear of disappointing him. 

“We don’t have to.” Louis was quick to say, thinking he had crossed a line. One that Harry wasn’t ready for. He couldn’t have been more wrong and Harry was quick to correct that. “I want to.”

When did Harry become so breathless? It was official. Being with Louis put his life at risk, death by lack of oxygen, and he’d die the happiest fucking guy. 

“Have you ever—?” And Harry knew what Louis was asking. It made Harry softly blush. “Kissed someone?” He asked hastily, his head ducking into Louis neck a bit, he was such a bashful thing. “Yeah.” Harry whispered onto Louis’ neck. 

“Yeah?” Louis said for a pause and a beat. Then his brows furrowed and he pursed his lips. “I think I just got jealous.” Louis pouted and Harry laughed softly, reaching forward and grabbing the collar of Louis' shirt. “Shut up and kiss me you idiot.”

He did and Harry forgot how to function all together. Louis' lips were soft and full and he tasted like sweetness mixed with sin. Louis slipped his fingers into Harry curls and Harry whimpered and didn’t regret it.  

He could have sworn he saw fireworks. The way their lips caressed each other with a care that shouldn’t be experienced at this age. It was like magic. It was like fire. 

Harry felt like as soon as it happened it was being taken away from him, a small pout in his face without even realizing it. “How was that?” Louis asked with a rasp to his voice and Harry wanted to scream from the room tops. 

How was it? Life changing, heart cleaning, desire driving. The list was continuous. There were no words to describe how good that was and Harry feared that he’d never feel anything so perfect again. Nope, he’s just going to have to kiss Louis for the rest of his life. 

“Not sure, might have to try again.” Smooth Styles. Harry thought to himself and Louis seemed to think so too because the next thing Harry knew, Louis was mumbling something along the lines of “Cheeky bastard.” and was pulling Harry right back into a kiss. 

But this one was different. 

This time Louis shifted, turning his body to be facing more toward Harry, which gave Harry more access, and he took that for all that it was worth. He was hesitant at first because Harry didn’t know what Louis liked — hell, he wasn’t even sure he knew what he liked. So, he took it slow. 

As their lips were busy, Harry’s hands started to get busy as well. He ran his finger tips down Louis' shoulders to his back. A shiver. Then he let his nails slightly dig into his back. A whimper. And then, Harry felt Louis move and next Harry was pressed back into the mattress with Louis hovering over him. Not flush, still providing room just in case. 

However, Harry didn’t know what to think about or focus on because Louis' tongue was asking for entrance and Harry felt easy with how quickly he accepted. It was a bit messy at first, teeth clashing, both a bit too eager. A couple of giggles from Harry, but nothing could have prepared him from the way Louis made every experience feel extraordinary. 

Even if they were figuring out what each other liked, even if this should maybe be awkward but it was all so natural. Like when Harry took the chance to bite Louis bottom lip and Louis moaned for the first time. The way it sent a heat coursing through him that he’d only ever experienced alone.

Or when Louis tilted his head a bit more and started to suck on Harry’s tongue like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Fucked. Harry was so fucked. 

Louis pulled back some and Harry gasped. Even through his half lidded eyes, he could barely see any blue in Louis' eyes. Pupils blown. Louis didn’t pull back far though. Harry thought the moment was over, but he was so wrong. 

Louis’ hands from this point have been very innocent. So have Harry’s in the fact they stayed above clothes but his hands had still been roaming while Louis found places that he liked and stayed to caress. Particularly Harry’s waist, which is where Louis' hand is at now. 

Of course, from all their kissing and slight movements Harry’s shirt had ridden up some and right now Louis fingertips were slowly ghosting over the flesh. His eyes glued to his own administrations and Harry had to close his eyes, had to bite his lip and stifle a moan. 

His stomach. It was only his stomach but that soft touch made his cock twitch in his jeans and in that moment he became very aware of just how hard he was. Maybe he had been so gone into the kiss that he didn’t notice his growing problem. 

Or well, was it a problem? Harry decided to lift his head and take a chance as he took a glimpse of Louis’ crotch as well. Didn’t seem like it would be a problem, Harry could tell. Maybe it was because Harry was also a guy or maybe it was the fact Louis was wearing sweatpants but fuck, Louis was hard too and that’s when it clicked to Harry that this might become a bit more intimate than he originally thought. 

“Lou—“ Harry started and he closed his eyes immediately because his voice broke, full of weakness. He didn’t want to admit he was a wreck for Louis, but he also knew he didn’t have to. Louis knew. The best part? He felt the same. 

Louis nodded, tearing his eyes away from Harry’s skin and looking straight into his. “I know.” He replied and Harry couldn’t explain it, but Louis’ voice did a thing sometimes. Where it was grumbled and soft and sweet and it made Harry want to kiss him senseless. 

“Should we—“ Stop. That is what Harry was going to say. He should say, right? Was this moving too fast? Are things even capable of moving too fast if both people wanted it? Did they both want it? Harry did, he knew that but he wasn’t sure about Louis. Bodies are bodies with reactions but that never meant anything. The world would be a better place if people just realized that. 

Louis kept his eyes on Harry’s. Not wavering for a moment.  “If you want.” He was putting the ball in Harry’s court. Which made sense. Louis was gay. Louis had probably done things before. Harry had not. In the slightest. Not even with a girl. 

“I don’t think I do.” He did make sure that he actually thought over his response. Knowing there was a strong possibility that this could lead to a whole new experience for Harry. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Harry asked with a soft relief to his voice. Happy that the other boy didn’t want to stop either. There was something about feeling wanted by someone you cared so deeply about that was next level. Freeing, really. 

“Just let me know if you want me to stop, yeah?”

Harry opened his mouth to say something but then Louis' lips were on his neck and suddenly he forgot how to form a simple sentence. His eyes went wide and one of his hands flew up to cradle the back of Louis' neck, and then that small gap that Louis had done so well at keeping between them was gone. 

Flush. They were pressed into each other and Harry could feel the bulge in Louis sweatpants graze against his in his jeans and he moaned. A bit louder than he intended, the simple contact drove him crazy. 

Don’t even get him started on what Louis was doing to his neck. It started off as soft kisses, pressed around, trying to find a sweet spot and when he did Harry gasped and Louis knew. Gentle kisses became heated, then Louis started to suck and Harry was panting, soft little breaths exiting him while Louis bit the skin and soothed it over with his tongue. Yeah, he was definitely going to have a hickey after this. Good. 

Harry let out his first intentional moan and Louis stilled for a moment. He liked that. Tables reversed. Harry felt Louis' fingertips start to hastily move underneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the muscle tense, relax and then tense again. Harry felt like fire and ice all at once. 

The sounds of Harry's shirt hitting the floor was muffled due to Harry’s heartbeat currently playing its own personal love song for Louis in his ears. Louis’ gaze is not helping. He looked at Harry like he was art. Imperfections and all, it didn’t matter to Louis. 

“You’re so incredibly gorgeous Harry, it’s not fair.” Louis' voice broke the near silence and Harry blushed. A blush that flowed up his body, even gracing his chest. Louis groaned at the sight before him and then his lips made contact once again but this time it was to Harry’s chest. 

Now it was Harry’s turn. As Louis started leaving marks on Harry’s collarbone, Harry’s hand started to move up the back of Louis' shirt and the older boy was quick to discard his own shirt without a second thought. 

It was official. They were both shirtless. Then Louis moved back up to Harry’s lips and he finally pressed their bodies together deliciously. Even this kiss was different. More forward. Eager and hot. Then, the best thing happened. 

Louis shifted, just slightly and in that moment their hips met and Harry gasped while Louis moaned. The pleasure that shot through Harry’s body almost made him dizzy, even while laying down. 

Louis did it again, and Harry quickly realized this was intentional. Louis rolled his hips down onto Harry’s and Harry’s bucked back involuntarily. The friction was next level. Louis seemed to think so too because they set a pace. Hips colliding slowly as lips planted kisses wherever.

Then Louis stopped his movements and moved his hands down to still Harry’s hips that seemed to be desperate and Harry’s eyes shot open. He’d been so into it, did he do something wrong? Maybe he was ready to stop. And if so, Harry would respect that. 

However, Louis looked down at Harry with lust filled eyes and his stomach was not okay. Butterflies had turned into hawks. Louis removed one of his hands from Harry’s hips and moved it to Harry’s chest where he started to ruin two fingers down the center of his chest agonizingly slow. 

Harry’s mouth had been parted this whole time, his breath back down to those slow and drawn out breaths. His eyes were locked on Louis face as Louis were locked on his own hand, because it was on a mission. His fingers stopped directly on the button of Harry’s jeans. 

“Please.” Harry couldn’t stop the word from leaving his mouth because Louis looked hesitant and Harry couldn’t have that. Once the word left his, Louis' eyes automatically shot up to Harry’s. 

He could’ve asked questions but he didn’t, Louis seemed to want this in a way that made Harry tremble. Louis’ fingers worked the button, popping it open and then the sound of his zipper echoed through the room mixed with the shallow breaths coming from Harry and confident ones coming from Louis. 

“Lift your hips for me, baby.” Harry was trying not to absolutely lose it already. His hips lifted and Louis was quick to push Harry’s jeans down until he was in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klines. Louis licked his lips. Harry wasn’t going to survive whatever happened next. He was sure of it. 

Harry then felt not traces along the waistband of his briefs. Soft sighed leaving him as the feel was intimate but caring and—- “Fuck.” Harry groaned. Louis' hands pressed firmly against Harry’s cock through his briefs without any type of warning, his hand slowly sliding up his length and Harry’s back arched. 

“Eager boy.” Louis whispered in Harry’s ear and he nearly melted into the bed. Louis let his fingertips slip into Harry's underwear slightly, testing, and Harry gave Louis what he wanted. The indication he needed more. 

So, Louis gave him that. 

Louis kept his eyes on Harry’s as he pulled the other boys' briefs down, not all the way but just enough. Then, his eyes traveled and his breath hitched and Harry felt even more heat all over his body but especially in the pit of his stomach.

“Mmph.” Harry let out a whimper and his eyes shot down as Louis hand wrapped around him. Louis’ eyes stayed on Harry’s face. 

Harry felt warm and heavy in Louis' hand and he felt like he could become a little bit obsessed with the feeling. What Harry didn’t know was that this wasn’t Louis' first time but it was the first time with Harry, so he took things slow. Because Harry mattered to him and he wanted to show him that. To find what pleased him and focus on that. 

Which would prove to be a bit easier than Louis probably thought. As soon as Louis’ hand started to stroke Harry, he was a mess. Instantly moaning, body withering, panting, cursing. It was a fucking sight. His precome felt endless but it provided the perfect slick to help with the glides of Louis’ hand.

Harry tried to focus, but his mind was a mess.  He wondered if Louis jerked himself off like this with alternative speeds and flicks of his wrist that should be illegal. “Louis—I can’t—I’m not going to last.” Harry didn’t know what time it was, but he was sure it had been less than two minutes. 

Louis, so calm and understanding whispered back into Harry's ear.“S’okay, baby, just want to make you feel good.” His voice was damn seductive and that was it for Harry.

He didn’t give a warning—couldnt—before ropes of hot come painted his skin and he found his release with a strangled cry. He was pretty sure he said Louis’ name as well, it was all a blur. Whipped. He was whipped and he was fine with that. 

“S-sorry.” Harry choked out after a moment, when his breath was finally even. Louis had grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand — Harry never noticed that before. Now he’d never forget it. 

“Don’t ever apologize for boosting my ego.” Louis said with a chuckle as he cleaned up the mess Harry had made and he just laid there. Boneless. Satisfied. 

Harry did his best to smack Louis' chest but it was weak and more of a rub than a hit. “Shut up.”Harry mumbled and Louis smiled. Harry smiled too. A blissful moment between them. 

Then, in Louis fashion, he cocked his head to the side and asked: “Speaking of, where the hell do you hide that thing?” Even in such a moment, he never failed. Harry threw his head back against the pillow and placed his hand over his face. “Stop saying words, please.”

Harry wasn’t even thinking about that. Didn’t even think about how that was probably a thing. Of course it was. And now Harry couldn’t stop wondering what Louis cock looked like and how close it was and dammit.

“I hate you.” Harry muttered but it held no animosity. Not in the slightest. 

Louis smirked, “I don’t think you do.”

“I don’t think I could.”

[review-anon]

Hajime you for Jason kicking Nikei in the crotch area!

So you think its funny to just kick my best friend in the crotch like that?

Heh well you have another thing coming as thanks to Emma and her being in horror films all the time, I'm not scared of you!

*Jason raises his machette up in defence*

*Hajime then starts to pummel Jason with a rapid series of punches*

Wow...that slasher sure can take a lot of punishment.

Generally they do to justify why if the victims fight back, they don't go down easily. Jason being undead doesn't help here.

Well seeing as that monster tried flirting with Akamatsu earlier I say this counts as sweet karma for him.

By the way Nikei, are you okay? I and the other Voids haven't seen you for a week so what happened.

DON'T. GO. THERE.

I had to endure a week of pure hell thanks to what Akamatsu did to me. And I WILL get my revenge on her.

Look I'm sure what happened isn't nearly bad enough to warrant this reaction so what did she do to you?

Me and Saihara got captured by some tentacle monster and Akamatsu managed to find us. She decided to save her boyfriend but left me at the mercy of that thing, who forced me to watch 100 seasons of Pupa while spanking me in the process.

100 times you have to watch Pupa? That's...quite bad actually.

But still maybe she didn't have a choice when she found you and Saihara, and she was always gonna prioritise someone who she has a emotional connection over. You know how close Akamatsu and Saihara are.

No she did have a choice. The creature told her it could release only one of us and she didn't even hesitate for a second when choosing Saihara. And then she went to claim I deserve this for how I behaved towards her.

I didn't even ask her that invasive of questions and haven't done anything to annoy her so what gives?

Maybe you should talk it out with Akamatsu? She was in a stressful situation and her boyfriend was targeted as well. Besides I'm sure she's had time to figure out what to say to you.

She better get on her knees and beg for forgiveness when I next see her or else-

*Suddenly Jason can be seen flying past Nikei and Emma*

Woah! He's out cold, did you manage to defeat him Hajime?

It wasn't easy...that guy has a lot of stamina but it seems like he's down for now.

Well at least one thing has gone right for me today.

[alihightowers]

Hi.

-What made you ship rhaenicent?

-is Alicent your fav hotd character?why?

-Are you team green or team black or none?

-is there any character you hate in hotd?why?

-shipping aside, do you think Rhaenyra deserves Alicent?

-who's your favorite targtower child?why?

-your fav hotd episode?why?

-if you could be a hotd character,which one would you be?why?

(Only If you want to answer.no pressure)

this took me forever oopsie, I'm sorry, but here ya go! :)

-What made you ship rhaenicent?  

how long do we have...lol, but honestly, in short, it was the tragedy of their relationship that hooked me. It's quite heart breaking to see such an innocent, pure love decay over time. They were doomed from the beginning, they just didn’t know it at the time, and as the fallout progressed, they really had no time to properly process that heavy loss. Then to have to spend the next ~10 years living in the same place, haunting each other while existing worlds away is just...it's a constant reminder of a past they can never recover, of everything that was lost, but never truly buried, staring back at them whenever they crossed paths. And still, through everything, there’s that underlying desire/need to reconnect. It's a delicious kind of pain to pour fuel on that love and watch it burn, but still want to reach for it. Plus, the palpable tension and insane chemistry really seals the deal. 

-is Alicent your fav hotd character?why? 

she is! My girl has never known a moment of peace since she was like 14 and I think she’s extremely misunderstood, which just makes me love her more. She’s constantly surrounded by people, yet she’s always alone. Everything she does stems back to love, but she has a difficult time expressing it. She's been forced into situation after situation she has no control over but somehow still manages to be resilient despite the struggles. She’s a flawed character, imperfect and troubled, but she’s just trying her best and that’s something I find relatable.  She's also intelligent af and ruled the kingdom while her deadbeat poor excuse of a husband slowly rotted into compost.

-Are you team green or team black or none? 

team green babiiieee.

-is there any character you hate in hotd?why? 

viserys and daemon are tied for first. Simply put, they're entitled wife killers and child groomers with god complexes.  makes my skin crawl. I also don't like otto for obv reasons.

-shipping aside, do you think Rhaenyra deserves Alicent? 

no I don’t.

-who's your favorite targtower child?why? 

helaena. My sweet, summer child dreamer who’s never done anything wrong in her whole entire life. She’s the innocent in this story, always tucked away in her own little world and she deserved so much better than what she got. I just love her lol. 

-your fav hotd episode?why? 

probably driftmark because that’s the first time we see Alicent crack and unleash years of pent up hurt and rage on behalf of her children. It’s such a poignant moment for her, her fears personified in the realization of how little both she and her children truly mean and how easily they could be killed. Also olivia’s performance is just captivating. 

-if you could be a hotd character,which one would you be?why? 

sunfyre bc I would be the most gorgeous LOL. Jk, probably helaena I guess. I'm pretty soft spoken and keep to myself. I also enjoy dreaming and am v fond of nature/creatures.  

[estrellacercadelvolcan]

Absolutely cute, adorable and 🥰

Loki closed the door of his room quietly behind him. The sound of heavy footsteps running in the hall outside towards the quinjet thundered in his ears as his heart pounded, looking down at the envelope in his hands.

She wrote him a little letter/ note. I love this!♥️

He held his breath as he slid a finger under the fold of the thick paper, not wanting to rip the evidence of your fleeting thoughts of him. Loki was surprised that his fingers were trembling; but then, whenever he had received a letter in the past – it was always bad news.

Oh no baby, not this time. Can someone hug him please, he needs it🥺 The way you write this... it's perfect! His nerves, the sadness, the way he doesn't want to destroy the envelope.

He heard raised voices calling for him in the hallway. “One moment.” he thundered, cursing these infernal creatures who simply wouldn’t give him a moment’s peace. He inhaled through his nose, opening his eyes on the exhale.

This is important guys, don't interrupt him.😤

Loki,

Just a quick note to thank you for helping me out with training yesterday. You didn’t need to do that and I really appreciate it, especially with everything else you have going on. I know it’s been a lot recently.

If I can ever return the favour, anything you need – let me know. I’m always here if you need to talk.

Lots of love,

Y/N

That's so sweet! I love it when someone is writing letters. And writing a letter to Loki? That's perfect. He enjoys reading his books so I am sure he values this. He helped her with training! He cares and you can't convince me otherwise.

He didn’t know how many times he re-read the short note, analysing every word, until his thoughts were broken by a loud hammering at the door. “I’m coming.” he yelled, drinking in the words one last time before duty called.

Like I said...

He is thinking about this, he loves it, he is happy. That's the best good luck charm before a mission one can get.

Loki felt his heart rise in his chest, warmth spreading like liquor through his blood. Had he ever received something like this for something so...trivial? So sincere. So pure. Had he ever received anything like this at all? He thought not.

He paused, placing a kiss against the folded card before it vanished. The faint smell of your perfume still hanging in the air. Had you sprayed it intentionally? He thought you had.

His first thank-you-note. He would keep it safe, always. In the safest place he knew – his heart.

The last line, the kiss and the way he keeps the letter safe!😍

Wait that's his first?! That simply won't do (Let me get started...)

@lokisgoodgirl Thank you so much for writing this. I absolutely LOVE it!💖♥️ Loki deserves to be happy and to get all the Thank-you-notes in the world 😌

Okay, I have to leave now and write my one letter to Loki.

Have a good day/ night!💜

And another little thing

None of those GIFs are mine. Credits go to the creators here in Tumblr.

And a last one: Loki being smitten by a gesture of the Reader bc no one has ever done something like that for him

Fluff-Drabble Marathon A link to my FLUFF Library is here Warnings: None (w/c 525) A link to my regular Masterlist is here [18+]

The Thank-You Note

Loki closed the door of his room quietly behind him. The sound of heavy footsteps running in the hall outside towards the quinjet thundered in his ears as his heart pounded, looking down at the envelope in his hands. You had slipped it to him during breakfast, before the call for whatever fresh hel waited for him. He knew they were waiting, but something told him that this should come first. He held his breath as he slid a finger under the fold of the thick paper, not wanting to rip the evidence of your fleeting thoughts of him. Loki was surprised that his fingers were trembling; but then, whenever he had received a letter in the past – it was always bad news.

Loki exhaled deeply as he slid the card from its holder, a simple gold design imprinted on the front. He moved it side to side, reflecting the light; admiring the shimmer of the foil as he acknowledged that he was stalling for time.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his heart-rate as he opened the card; its message displayed brazenly for whenever he drew the courage to look. It was nothing, he knew it was nothing. Was he sure it had his name on the envelope? Yes. He was sure. He remembered because of the way you looped your L’s and curved the top of your K’s. He heard raised voices calling for him in the hallway. “One moment.” he thundered, cursing these infernal creatures who simply wouldn’t give him a moment’s peace. He inhaled through his nose, opening his eyes on the exhale. Loki, Just a quick note to thank you for helping me out with training yesterday. You didn’t need to do that and I really appreciate it, especially with everything else you have going on. I know it’s been a lot recently. If I can ever return the favour, anything you need – let me know. I’m always here if you need to talk. Lots of love, Y/N He didn’t know how many times he re-read the short note, analysing every word, until his thoughts were broken by a loud hammering at the door. “I’m coming.” he yelled, drinking in the words one last time before duty called. Thank you Appreciate it I know it’s been a lot Anything you need I’m always here Lots of love love

Loki felt his heart rise in his chest, warmth spreading like liquor through his blood. Had he ever received something like this for something so...trivial? So sincere. So pure. Had he ever received anything like this at all? He thought not. The god turned and flicked his head to the side, the leathers of his combat uniform rolling over his body as he prepared for action. His softened features turned stern as he flexed against the fabric, pulling his long overcoat tighter around his frame. He walked to the door with your note still in his hand. He paused, placing a kiss against the folded card before it vanished. The faint smell of your perfume still hanging in the air. Had you sprayed it intentionally? He thought you had. His first thank-you-note. He would keep it safe, always. In the safest place he knew – his heart. Marathon Tags

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[rapmunstar]

whenever I complain about being cold, my dog jumps onto my bed and snuggles next to me to help warm me up and if that isn’t real love idk what is

[pacifymebby]

the peaky boys with their own personal nurse/cheerleader that can handle violence but doesn't fight themselves just patches them up and tell them how good they did with a smile on their face

Loved this idea thank u for sending it in anon ❤️❤️❤️

Tommy

🌿 Not used to having a woman encourage him to violence? The first time he hears you say it "You are gonna kill em aren't you Tommy?" the "Aye love, I am gonna kill him..." he breathes, is almost incredulous. And when you say "Good," with a satisfied little smile his lips actually part and he's speechless.

🌿 He always discourages you "Shouldn't wish violence upon others angel, it goes against god..." but secretly he enjoys hearing you mumble "Fuck god," likes the way you cross your arms defiantly. "Atta girl,"

🌿 But he does always question you, he can't understand how a delicate creature like yourself could be so impressed by the violent things he does

🌿 You are though, it turns you on, being with a dangerous man, makes you feel dangerous yourself.

🌿You did once ask him to teach you how to shoot but before the sentence had fully left your lips he'd covered your mouth with his hand.

🌿"no, fuckin no... Don't you dare finish that sentence and don't you ever ask me again..."

🌿You could tell from his sharp tone and the knife like look in his eyes that you would regret defying him, so you accepted your place beside him, cheering him on but never committing an act of violence yourself.

🌿And over time Tommy grows to appreciate your violent streak, the way you never beg him to spare someone, the way you never cry when he says he has to go away... You're never scared he won't come back because you have complete faith in him.

🌿 And he especially appreciates that your fearlessness means that no matter what state he comes back to you in, you're always ready to stitch and patch him up. The sight of his blood doesn't make you feel faint or sick.

🌿"Bloods just evidence you put up a good fuckin fight," "Aye angel, reckon i did..." "That means you won doesn't it," he likes the devilish little smile which tugs on your lips whenever you find out the details of a fight.

🌿 But Tommys still Tommy so he doesn't share all the details with you.

🌿And if he didnt "win" and hes come back to you pissed off and all bloodied up you still patch him up with a smile on your face, telling him next time will be different, next time they wont be so lucky.

🌿He likes having someone believe in him so completely but he worries that one day he'll let you down.

Alfie

🐻 Isn't going to tell you about what happened, is going to tease you about the fact youre so interested.

🐻 "now what youve got me wondering here y/n, is... Right... Is why someone like you ey... Someone who's good and sweet and... Pure" "Not pure," "yeah alright alright sweetheart... Not exactly pure.. But still good right... why would someone as sweet as you want to know about somet as rotten and bad as all that..."

🐻 Enjoys the fuss you make over him, likes that youre his personal nurse, definitely pretends it doesnt hurt as much as it really does, but definitely always pretends hes youve missed somewhere you havent just to keep you there a little longer...

🐻 "well hang on a minute sweetheart what about here right? Whst about here?" pointing to his cheek, or his crotch...

🐻 But he's done so well and you think he deserves rewarding for all his hard work, even if he is a bad bad man.

🐻 A lot of these patching up sessions become intimate... You trailing your hand down his chest, past his now packed up wounds, to his trousers, nimble fingers unbuttoning and slipping inside.

🐻 All the more passionate if the trouble had anything to do with you...

🐻 Youre always telling him how proud of him you are and he loves to hear you say things like "My Alfies so strong and mean, he can do anything he likes..."

🐻 "Is that right sweetheart is that right... What if what i like... Is you?" hands on your hips pulling you back towards him.

🐻 Hes your big strong teddy bear who's mean to everyone but you and you know youre always safe with him, because he always wins a fight, one way or another he'll never lose.

Arthur

🍂 Doesnt need encouraging really does he...

🍂 For so long he was terrified of you seeing him be violent, he'd hold himself back in front of you for fear you'd be disgusted by the 'monster' he felt like he became.

🍂 But one day youre with him down the Garrison and a fight breaks out. You can see Arthur desperately trying to withold his animalistic instincts...

🍂 So you squeeze his hand, stand on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear

🍂 "Don't hold back on my account Arthur Shelby, know you want to kill him... This is your fuckin garrison eh?"

🍂 So he lets loose and he does exactly as he wants to... Restores peace in the most violent of ways and you'd be lying if you said it didn't excite you just a little seeing how formidable and fierce your man can be

🍂 But when he comes down from the adrenaline, he feels that familiar shame again, the guilt of what he's done, questioning whether he really is just a good for nothing animal. He tries to get away from you, out of your sight because hes so ashamed but you rush to him

🍂 "Arthur Shelby where do ye think youre going?!" you grab him by the shirt collar and before you do anything else you plant a passionate kiss on his mouth, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

🍂 "Did so fuckin good arthur, bastard had it coming, you did so fuckin good."

🍂 Patching him up involves struggling to keep your hands off him, taking his face in your hands, deep kisses.

🍂Fucking him slowly to calm him down

John

🌼 You've been patching john up after scrapes and tumbles since you were both just kids so you're both used to the routine by now.

🌼Even if the injuries are somewhat more serious now... You were never one to squirm at the sight of blood. Only change from your childhood is that now when John comes back with a bloody lip, he doesnt have to beg you to kiss it better.

🌼 You arent averse to violence but you do get scared when you see a fight break out... You've guns and knives to worry about, youre not kids anymore.

🌼So youre always relieved to be cleaning him up after a fight, at least youve got him there with you to clean up.

🌼 You get worried one day he'll bite off more than he can chew but whenever you tell him that he just makes a joke out of it... "what with this big mouth? Nah love" gnashes his teeth at you to prove the point and make you laugh.

🌼His adrenaline from the fight and your adrenaline from worrying leads to some passionate scenes once hes bandaged up.

🌼 You think hes a fucking idiot but hes your idiot and you wouldnt change things for the world.

🌼 And you always tell him youre proud of him, hes never going to let you down, youre sure of that.

🌼 Your voice has been heard on more occasions than one to be shouting from a crowd of onlookers... "come on John boy, where it fuckin hurts!"

🌼And sometimes youre the reason he decides not to hold back... "I'd throttle him for that if i were you..."

🌼So half of small heath fears youre just as wild as him...

🌼 And you might have a wild flame burning inside you, but for the most part youre a gentle soul who always takes care of her man with a smile on her face.

Bonnie

🍀You just couldnt be a fighters girl if you got upset over a bit of blood... Thats something youve had to remind Bonnie of many times

🍀Because he always expects you to wince when you see him after a fight, or get scared when you watch him in the ring, especially when hes fixing a match for tommy and hes practically letting himself get hurt.

🍀But no, youre not bothered by a bit of blood, you're a gypsy girl and youve seen worse..

🍀And you're the loudest voice yelling encouragement for him from the crowd, youre always bursting with pride for him and you wouldnt miss one of your boys fights for the whole world.

🍀 Its your voice which really gets him riled up, gives him that extra shot of adrenaline to get him through a tough fight.

🍀You always patch him up after a fight, he won't let anyone else do it. Likes how careful with him you are.

🍀 "youve got healing hands little dove,"

🍀Pretends to be more hurt than he is because he enjoys how you spoil him with affection and sympathy.

🍀The other reason youre the only one who is allowed to patch him up, is that no one quite stokes his ego like you do. Telling him how amazing he did, how proud of him you are. How good he looked up there in the ring.

🍀Aberama thinks you're daft and tells you as much "That boys got you wrapped round his little finger love..." and you know its a little true.

🍀But after awhile Bonnie will send everyone else away, leaving just the two of you alone... Because all your careful little touches and your sympathy makes him needy for his little dove.

🍀" show me how proud of your fighter you are dove..."

🍀Its different if its Peaky Fighting though, that does scare you a little. You are scared he'll get himself killed one day and you don't like Tommy Shelby, you dont trust him and you don't think Bonnie should either.

🍀It doesnt stop you giving him that encouragement though, it just sounds a little different. "You're not gonna let em get you Bon..." "Make sure you come back to me in one piece," and when he does come back to you and the injuries aren't too serious and hes definitely alright, you put your head against yours, all relieved smiles and say things like "thank you, thank you for coming back to me,"

🍀You're very proud of him/to be his and youre always reminding him that you're his girl. "My fighter boys gonna be the most famous fighter in the world,"

Isaiah

🐀You knew what you were getting yourself into dating a peaky boy so youre not shocked when he comes back to you with the odd split lip or brow.

🐀Most of the time youre there to witness the fighting anyway, you never flinch when you see him getting hurt, you never scream or make a fuss, you wouldnt want to distract him from his work

🐀Youre not a violent girl but youre supportive of your mans work and if theres peaky enemies on the streets its him you trust to get rid of them, you make no secret of that amd you tell him all the time.

🐀"Don't show em any mercy," "You show em, you don't fuck with the peaky blinders..."

🐀If Isaiah isnt worrying then you don't either, no matter how many cuts and bruises there are, unless he tells you to worry you never will. You dont know if that means youre just as reckless as him, or whether it means you just trust him completely and without question.

🐀Either way, he doesnt have to worry about scaring you and when youre patching him up he tells you he's proud of you for being such a brave/strong girl. He loves that youre fearless.

🐀He also loves knowing he wont get into trouble with you for fighting, that you'll want to know all the details.

🐀He enjoys telling you exactly whst happened, your excitement inflates his ego and he might even exagerate his own role in the fight just to impress you more.

🐀Is very cheeky to you, "Aren't you going to thank me for keeping you safe from all those bad men..." and by thank he means fuck.

🐀And youre always happy to oblige, you especially like getting down on your knees and taking him in your mouth.

Michael

☘️Between you and his mother he's sick of being fussed over actually. He rolls his eyes at the two of you and is sullen the whole time youre patching him up

☘️Mostly because his mother is going mad at him for even being involved in the kind of peaky business that gets you shot at.

☘️But youre not mad at him, youre proud of your man for making a name of himself as a blinder.

☘️When you first rush to him youre smiling, you want to know everything that happened and hear him tell you about how good he fought

☘️But one look from Polly shuts you up and wipes that smile clean off your face.

"Silly girl! Michael don't you listen to a word that child says, you don't fuckin get yourself into anymore of these bloody fights alright?" "Aye alright mum alright"

☘️But he shares a look with you, a cheeky little smirk which tells you to be patient, thst he'll tell you everything just as soon as his mothers gone.

☘️Polly doesnt leave until shes satisfied he is alright, "And don't you go putting any ideas in my sons head, no encouragement!"

☘️Youre scared of Polly Gray but not scared enough to stop you asking questions the second she leaves the room.

☘️ He tells you everything but he definitely exagerates his part in the fight and how well he did just to impress you and get you excited.

☘️Whilst hes telling you hes touching you, carressing you, trying to excite you in more ways than one. Takes you to bed and fucks you hard, taking all his frustrations out on you.

☘️Afterwards you straddle him, looking down at him, begging him to tell you again about how good he fought, how strong he is.

[always-andromeda]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some enemies to lovers blurb with Percy Dolarhyde?? Like they hated each others guts but after Percy gets abducted and comes back to town the reader hugs him?

Sweet Pea | Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,490

Author’s Note | hee hee, you guys are getting FED this week!! I was gonna keep this as a sweet little blurb but then I felt too many things! Oopsie!

Warnings | Percy and reader bully each other lol, just a smidge of angst and fluff, nothing I can think of!

For almost twenty long years you’d dealt with Percival Dolarhyde’s bullshit. From the second his daddy started spurting gold out of every orifice of his body, the universe decided that Percy would never grow up knowing poverty. On his own, however, he decided he’d never know a moment of good, pure silence either.

You and him developed a routine. By the time you were both twelve, Percy came to the conclusion that you gave the best reaction when he pulled on your hair. And kicked dust in your face. And threw rocks at you. And called you ugly, smelly, gross, stupid, silly, and any other easy word that could pop into his head. He tended to use a lot of the same ones since no matter how many tutors his father brought in to raise him up right, he still couldn’t read very well.

That was the first thing you’d ever teased him about.

All the money in the world and still you can’t read for nothing, Percival Dolarhyde.

That was another thing he hated. You called him Percival. Sure, it’s his full name. But you say it like he’s a toddler, running around and making a mess of everything. And on the day he gets abducted, he acts exactly like he is one. Throwing his tantrum in front of the saloon and shooting his gun off. You’re almost glad to see the new stranger in town give him a fraction of the wallop he deserves.

“Heard they’re cartin’ your sorry ass all the way out the Santa Fe tonight.” You chuckle, approaching his jail cell. “Terribly wasteful trip for those horses. They should make you walk instead.”

Percy lies on the cot in the corner, hat tipped over his head as if he was actually intending to sleep in the musty old cell. He looks up at you from underneath the brim and grimaces before rising to his feet.

“Not if my daddy has anything to say about it.” He steps the short distance between the bed and the bars, almost pressing his face against them.

You inch closer, “Your daddy doesn’t care whether you rot in here or in Santa Fe, I can assure you that. Just as long as you don’t come home, everyone will move along with their lives just fine.”

“You don’t mean that, do ya’, sweet pea?” He argues back in that deliciously low twang of his, tongue between his teeth in a teasing manner that drives you positively insane.

The stranger snaps from his own cell, obviously not humored by the back and forth, “Are you two done with your lover’s quarrel over there?”

You’re the first to glare at him and say, “Lover’s quarrel? You must really be new around here, mister.”

“Yeah, if my sweet pea had a lover, that poor sap would be getting it twice as hard as I do.”

“You shut your mouth, Dolarhyde, or I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Smack me? C’mon now, I thought I wasn’t your lover?”

Percy smirks slyly and you sigh. No matter how many times he sneered at you...he never failed to infuriate you. If only you could grab him by the collar and smack him. And maybe give him a little kiss.

No. Absolutely not. Don't fill your head with that load of bull.

“Enjoy your stay in Santa Fe, Percival.” You give him one last smile with pursed lips, entirely sure that this is the last time you’ll get to see his sniveling, beautiful face.

Then he got himself abducted. Those horrifying creatures descended from the sky and snatched him away. It's a fate that you’d been praying upon him for practically your whole life. And instead of being grateful for this blessing, you’d kill to have the Percy from your childhood throwing pebbles and kicking up dust and doing his best to irritate you. Because at least he would still be there, vying for your attention.

Against your better judgment, you worried about him. You never wanted the last time you saw him to be him screaming.

If anyone was going to drag his sorry ass out of the mess he was in, it would be you. You kicked up a fuss, demanding that Woodrow Dolarhyde let you join the ragtag posse who would attempt to save those who'd been abducted. Though he'd been confused at how committed you were to finding his drunkard of a son, he let it be. They needed as much help as they could get. And, frankly, he didn't care what guilty conscience was fueling your ferocity. As long as you wanted Percy to be safe and sound, that was enough of a common goal to consider you an ally.

Once it's all said and done and the adrenaline fades, one person is on your mind. 

"Percy?" You search the crowd desperately for his stupid face, convincing yourself that it's because you'll give him that smack across the cheek that he's always deserved. You'd helped kill a handful of aliens now. Giving Percy a taste of his own medicine was nothing compared to the hell that you'd been through almost losing your life for him.

But that idea is gone with the wind as soon as you spot him, eyes wide and darting from person to person. For a second, you smile, thinking he must be looking for you.

"Percival!" you run to him like you never have before and throw yourself into his arms. You smile when you feel him wrap around you. His hand his hesitant, but ultimately rests on your head and holds you to him. The affection is unnatural, you’re well aware. But it's there. And since Percy has always hated you, it's more than enough.

“You really have a habit of getting yourself into trouble, huh?” You ask him, trying not to get too misty eyed as you pull away, “Just let me get a good look at you.”

Woodrow Dolarhyde appears beside you and rests a solemn palm on your upper arm. Percy got all of his cockiness from his father, but in that moment, Woodrow shows none of the loathed trait.

He simply clears his throat and says carefully, “He’s still a bit…shaken up.”

“Shaken up?” You glance back and forth between the men, waiting for their awkward silence to manifest into a satisfactory answer until Percy finally pipes in.

“Who are you?”

You tense up more than you want to. “That’s not funny. Don’t you dare start with me.”

“Kid. He doesn’t remember…anything.”

"No, no, no. You can't forget," with your hands on his shoulders, you stare into his eyes, searching for some reluctant recognition of your existence. "You despise me. I'm the only one who calls you Percival because I know how much it upsets you. And I'm terrible because I love upsetting you. But you love making my life hell too so it all evens out."

"It sounds like..." Percy trails off, gazing off someplace in the middle distance before refocusing his attention to you, "Why would you want to remember me?"

The question takes you off guard. At every twist and turn, Percy was there to make sure that you were miserable. Teasing you with that silly little name because it made you blush every time. He probably had no clue why it got you so. Was probably painfully unaware of how badly you wanted to hear him say it with just a hint of care in his tone. Sweet pea. He taunted you with the name; held it above your head like a child with a toy you so desperately wanted. Why would you want to remember how he was?

"Because— because I don't know who I'd be without you." The choked sob you let out makes you suddenly self conscious. Woodrow already looks uncomfortable watching the scene play out. So you turn, wiping the stray tear off of your cheek with a knuckle. As soon as you step away, Percy's hesitant voice utters something that makes you freeze. 

"Sweet pea?"

You wonder if you'd just hallucinated it. Your lovesick mind was playing a trick on you just to cope with the obliterating reality that you'd done all you had for nothing. Then he repeats it. Like he's finally sure of the sound. Like he knows that name belongs to you.

Within seconds, you're back in his arms. But this time, it's Percival Dolarhyde holding you like he's afraid to let go. You seem to anchor him to the ground. Arms tightening around his nervous frame, you return the warm embrace. No alien is ever gonna snatch your Percival away ever again.

"I don't remember you. Not exactly. But I remember that." His voice shakes with a vulnerability you're not used to from him, "You're my sweet pea."

With your thumb caressing over his dirty cheek, you look into his muddled green eyes and smile wistfully, "That's good enough for now."

[spiritualbambi]

pick a card: future partner's feelings for you channelled into messages

pile 1 -> pile 2 pile 3 -> pile 4

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MASTERLIST

MY KOFI

INSTRUCTIONS: breath in, breath out and choose whatever picture that draws you in the most!

NOTE: it’s completely fine if you are attracted to more than one pile - the universe probably wants you to see some other messages. this is also general reading, not everything may resonate! enjoy!

PILE 1

"she is the light of my life. she is everything that i'm left with in this damned world. she is truth, she is justice, she is hope; my hope to do better, to love better."

"she motivates me to love the world more, to appreciate the little things, even the ones i hate. but i just want to love her more, i just want to love her more..."

"she is the world. she is my god. she is my religion. i look into her eyes, she smiles brightly. she doesn't know that now, in my mind, i'm kneeling in front of her, praying for her love. and i pray, i pray everyday for my god not to abandon me."

"her heart is pure, and i'm afraid to taint it. i'm afraid the world will taint it. i just want to protect her, protect from all the evils. just let me be your shield."

"my love for her is never-ending. i'll build a temple in her name, i'll build thousands of taj mahals. our love will be greater than all those magical indian tales."

"i know i'm not the best. i know i'm not the best she can get. she deserves so much more. i don't know why you chose me, but i won't dare to question my god's judgement. if she's happy, i am too."

PILE 2

"she is a cherry-blossom spring. my joyful dandelion, my precious daffodil, my untouched magnolia. she is my garden of eden."

"she tastes of the sweetest strawberry vanilla shortcakes, cherry cream eclairs and apple cranberry galettes. she is the finest china and softest silks; she is my marie antoinette."

"in her presence i hear the songs of angels - and, oh, i feel elated!"

"someone has gifted me her - there's no way she chose willingly to step into my life. and, oh, i'm so grateful."

"her heart of gold cherishes my miserable being. her touch can heal thousands of wounds; one word uttered from her lips, and i'll come back to life. ah, life is so easy with her."

"i hope this dream of ours never ends. it can't, it can't!"

"fuck orpheus and eurydice, fuck paris and helen of troy, fuck all of them - my love for her can't be even compared to these silly legends, it's greater than all of them combined!"

PILE 3

"my love is dangerous."

"she is a siren - a mind-blinding beauty, forever luring me into her traps."

"she is a mermaid - a mysterious enchanting creature, whom i'll wishfully follow to the depths of the bermuda triangle.

"she is a nymph - a childishly playful, lively lass, who, to my pleasant annoyance, loves to tease me till death."

"she is a succubus - oh, i won't tell the things she do to me..."

"she is my mischievous rusalka - an amazingly cunning but nurturing entity, who shines with her generous heart."

"she makes me feel trapped. i feel absolutely helpless, but i don't think i can even fight her powers. i surrender to her love, to her wishes, to her."

"and i worship her. i don't have a choice - i'm just that bewitched. there's no cure, and i would never search for it - this is my destiny."

PILE 4

"she is my angel of the whole universe. she is grand; she makes me feel like a king."

"her love is so sweet, she feels like a fantasy dream."

"she is my princess, my princess that hopefully needs to be saved from a dragon. i wish to be her knight in shining armour; i want to save her, to protect her and to love her eternally."

"i want to be her hero of the day. if she needs anything - i'm here by her side, patiently waiting for her orders."

"she can insult me, degrade me, betray me, and i'll still come back to her like a damn fool."

"she is one in a trillion, i'll never find anyone like her."

"every night stars whisper to me, saying that she is one of them, she is one of the stars. they whisper to forgive her no matter what, to understand her whimsical nature. and i dearly listen... and obey."