#it would fucking help if my family used my fucking pronouns after i've told them to so many times

[thedemonknownasbilly]

Howdy! I've got another poly AziraCrow x reader request for you, if you're interested

Ineffable husbands with a non-binary s/o who constantly gets misgendered and deadnamed during the holiday season since they're around family n stuff?

Ik its not malicious and it's out of habit but man, it's not great for dysphoria. Trying to disconnect myself from that so I don't hold it against anyone but. Idk. Sorry for rambling lol.

Sending love 💚

Their Name - Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Boy, oh, boy this hit close to home. So basing a lot of the house descriptions/holiday traditions on my family.

Ineffable Husbands snapping at Reader’s family

He/Him for Aziraphale || She/He/They for Crowley

Great Room - the spare room usually adjacent to the living room, typically where the foyer enters into.

There was a lot you couldn’t tell your family. How your husbands were actually ethereal beings well over six thousand years old, how Aziraphale found a miracle that would help you to live forever alongside them, or how Crowley was the serpent they so often cursed in Sunday Service. But there was one thing you made crystal-fucking-clear, your name and gender identity. You came out as non-binary almost four years ago, telling your family how you wanted them to refer to you in only neutral terms.

You had met Aziraphale and Crowley a year after that, marrying them in secret two years later, just the past spring. Crowley had told you how they used all pronouns, so your favorite pastime was to call him your wife when using he/him pronouns. Aziraphale told you that he preferred he/him but wasn’t opposed to they/them if it was to put a bigot in place. That if he chose to present as a woman again for the first time in thousands of years then he would update such choices. Just a small family the three of you were.

Meeting them had been perfect for your mental health, you weren’t ready to date anyone, and a rainy day led to you stepping into the red and gold bookshop, with plants scattered about, books older than time itself, an angel and a demon running it. And they took you in without a second thought.

“Darling, you seem lost in thought,” Aziraphale broke you from your thoughts, your bottom lip sore from chewing it in stress. “What is it that troubles you?” You looked at him in the rear view mirror, smiling softly as you felt Crowley’s hand on your thigh.

“Just nervous, and feeling bad. I want to tell them about us, all three of us, and yet I’m too scared…” your family wasn’t the most open to anything outside of heteronormative, including polyamory unfortunately, leaving Aziraphale to be the “best friend/co-worker”, he had actually volunteered the title, saying it would look better for Crowley to be your husband since he appeared closer to your age than the white haired Angel did.

“Don’t fret, I know it’s not ideal, but we can pretend for one night.” Aziraphale reassured, his blue eyes seeming brighter despite the dim light in the Bentley.

“We’re here, love.” Crowley said, parking behind your uncle’s familar white SUV. “You two ready?” You looked over to Crowley and nodded, unbuckling and turning back in your seat to give Aziraphale his final kiss of the night.

Immediately you wanted to slink back into the Bentley when you heard a chorus of your deadname being yelled through the house, directing Aziraphale to the dessert table to place the Eccles cake while you set down the ancient wine bottle with the other drinks.

“This is Anthony,” you introduced your husband to your family, he was dressed in their gray button up with his red tie, black blazer and slacks. “And this is our dearest friend Azira.” Aziraphale was done up in his usual outfit except he traded out the faded waistcoat for a newer one.

“What a pity we couldn’t attend the wedding, but I suppose (s)he’s always done things his/her own way.” Your mom said, feigning innocence as your hand tightened on Crowley’s.

“Ah, yes, I suppose that’s what drew me to them. Their fierce determination.” Crowley glared slightly, a faux grin on her lips as they enunciated your pronouns. That was how the night would continue, both Crowley and Aziraphale determinedly trying to correct your family through their own speech.

“That’s it!” Aziraphale was the first to snap, seeing tears in your eyes as he sat across from you at the dining table, luckily the children were eating in the great room, the tv playing football flickered at his outburst. “I have absolutely had it with you lot misgendering them! They told you four years ago that they preferred gender neutral terms and informed you of their very legal name change, what is so hard to accept?”

When your mom went to speak, Crowley interrupted. “Nope, wrong answer there, see it’s not that hard, maybe in the beginning, to adjust, to try. But you lot never tried, did you? Instead our partner here is almost in tears, they were stressed about even coming, but unlike you all, they value you. And yes, I said our partner. Azira is not just a friend, in fact he’s as much their husband as I am.” Crowley rose from her chair and offered you their hand, which you gratefully took, letting him guide you out of the house with Aziraphale following behind you.

“I’m sorry, that was improper and I know that-” Aziraphale stammered out, feeling like he messed up but being cut off when you suddenly hugged him, laughing softly against his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare apologize, did you see their faces? That was so worth it, I have you two, and we’re a big enough family for me.” Aziraphale hugged you back tightly and kissed the side of your head, you felt Crowley press against your back, joining your hug and kissing Aziraphale.

“Happy Christmas, loves.”

“Happy Christmas, dear.”

“Happy Christmas, little devil.”

[zvdvdlvr]

teacher remus noticing reader is upset and asks them what's wrong after which reader basically comes out as trans (ftm)?

acceptance; remus lupin

synopsis: remus's student confides in him something that's been plaguing them.

warnings: PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP, father figure remus ong, trans (ftm) reader, f/n: friend name, f/n doesn't know y/n is trans

reader's pronouns: he/him

"y/n?"

y/n looked up. he had been stuck in That Feeling for the third day in a row now, and it was hurting him. he was forgetting to do basic tasks such as eat and make your bed. he was barely talking, and had no will to go to classes.

"yeah?" he croaked, suddenly aware of the class's eyes on him.

f/n eyed him. "are you okay?"

y/n nodded. "yeah, yeah i'm fine."

turning f/n nodded to professor lupin. "she's fine."

y/n visibly shrunk back at being referred to as "she". the fucking pronouns followed him everywhere, tormenting him and telling him he wasn't a "him", but a "her". it made him feel a way that he couldn't describe.

at least the lesson continued, and all eyes moved back to lupin.

y/n spent the rest of the class in an uncontrollable daze. his head was spinning, but not quite enough to want to get up and leave. though not soon enough, class was dismissed.

the milling of students past him finally grounded y/n back, but his name being called alarmed him.

"y/n? will you stay for a little bit?" professor lupin asked, scarred face patiently awaiting the answer he knows he'll get.

y/n swallowed. "yeah."

once the last pupil was out of the room, remus turned to his desk and waved his hand. within moments, two steaming mugs appeared side by side.

"cocoa?" the professor asked with a smile. "i know it isn't really the season for that, but i think you'd like this better than the tea i've been drinking lately," remus explains. y/n slowly stands up, and takes the cup from the professor's hands.

"oh don't worry. there's no truth serum in this, i solemnly swear." remus stated before taking a sip.

"so, dear child, what's been on your mind as of late?" remus finally asked.

y/n looked down, back slouched violently. "i- it's truly nothing. just stress, i guess."

it was a pity y/n was a bad liar when upset. "i won't judge. i simply want to know what the change in attitude is about," remus explained, eyes trained on the teen in front of him. "if this is a family thing... well, i had a friend who... if it's a family thing just say so and i'll leave you alone of you so please."

y/n felt horrible. he felt like the professor genuinely cared. and all the emotion in his voice was stabbing y/n in the heart. "i'm trans- transgender," y/n whispered, eyes to the floor.

he barely registered the mug being taken from his hand, or remus leading him gently to the floor, but he didn't realize he was openly bawling into his professor's arms. "i'm trans, professor," he sobbed, gasping on air.

remus soothingly shushed his cries, and patted his back in a fatherly way. it pained remus to see one of his favorite students so upset.

five minutes flew by. y/n sniffed miserably as he harshly wiped tears from his eyes. "are-are you gonna t-tell dumbledore?"

"would you like me to?" remus asked.

y/n shook his head.

"what do you go by?" remus asked quietly.

"still y/n but i'm thinking of going by something else. my, uh, pronouns, though, are he/him," y/n explained, fingers knotting together. he hadn't told anyone that he was trans. this was huge.

remus smiled. "would you like me to use your pronouns in front of the class?"

y/n nodded. he hadn't thought of that question, but maybe hearing his pronouns from his favorite professor would help validate him.

remus grabbed the desk to help him up. grabbing the teen's hand, remus pulled y/n up. "i may have... something that could help make your voice lower..."

y/n looked up, wide-eyed. "really?"

the professor smiled at y/n's glee. "yes. it's a potion that i can give you the recipe too, but i don't have the ingredients," remus explained, summoning some potion book.

flipping through pages, remus finally found the page. grabbing a piece of paper, remus enchanted a quill to copy down ingredients, the process of making the potion, and when and how to drink.

y/n gingerly accepted the paper. "i- i really don't know what to say, professor...'' he trailed off.

"just a simple assurance that you'll be smiling tomorrow is all i need," remus chuckled, nudging y/n gently in the arm.

y/n felt wholly accepted by professor lupin, and the feeling made him want to cry again.

but all y/n could do was smile in gratitude and hope lupin knew how much this meant to him.

[lovehoarder]

Larry seems interesting, could you tell me about him?

Oh Geez. Thanks for asking.

Uh so, sparksnotes version: gay radioactive mummy who i love so very very much. I hold him in the palm of my hand so gently and I help him catch up on like 70 years of no human contact.

Me rambling abt the mummy under the cut

A longer version would be that he's a pilot and a repressed gay man from the 50s & after an experimental flight he gets exposed to the Negative Spirit which gives him powers but he also becomes Super Radioactive, like, being near him is the equivalentto a nuclear blast radioactive. The bureau of normalcy (best way I can describe them is Weird Cops. They arrest people who are Weird and run tests on them.) Takes Larry and runs just. The most brutal tests on him.

Eventually he gets out and Niles (Niles is Complicated. We're not talking about him) gives him his bandages which keep the radiation in and is also Why He Looks Like That, but have the downside of not being able to actually touch anyone. He can be near them now, but he can't be close to them :( so he is very angsty about that but he's getting better.

Some highlights

He really likes botany. He's got a greenhouse he manages.

Hes gay. Canonically gay and during the first season they cover his relationship with his old flame and its told through dreams and it turns out that its not just Larry Dreaming its his bf (John) too and the negative spirit was giving them a empathetic link and. Larry got to see him and like. Gain some closure and its so so beautiful and I love it so much

I am very emotional over that whole plot line. But. Continuing.

One of my Favorite episodes is the intro for Danny, an explicitly Genderqueer street who uses they/them pronouns and houses queer people.

In this episode, there is a fantasy sequence where Larry imagines doing karaoke with a drag queen (Her name is Maura and her and Danny both become semi-reoccurring characters on the show)

This is another thing about standing up to his past bc he confronts the bureau and fucks them up & i love him for that.

He frequently Fucks Off and does his own thing. This leads to Three Things, all of which are amazing and I love them.

Another favorite episode of mine (Any Larry centered episode is a Great episode in My Mind) He fucks off to space with the negative spirit and that means that he's not there when the team goes on vacation and DIES. He gets home and their bodies are delivered to him. He has to go into the afterlife and get them back and it is terribly sad but I love angst and it ends well.

Because of the same space adventure. He... he he gets pregnant. The negative spirit... impregnates him??? He has a grub child that eventually becomes Keeg & that. Is a plotline. He is wearing a Hawaiian shirt the whole time.

Finally, he fucks off to go find Mr. 104, or Rama, while the rest of the team is Going Thru It. Keeg essentially sets them up & they are vaguely boyfriends by the end of the season :)))

Hes so so dramatic. His body actor is really good at giving expressions thru his body but it just makes him look so so dramatic and I love it dearly

He... sits like this v almost always

He also sits on surfaces that shouldn't be sat on

He has Cartoon character syndrome. He rarely ever changes his clothes but its fine bc his outfit fucks.

And I've gotten a bit silly but I love him so so much I want to hug him and give him kisses and I love the show so so much for just making him gay. Doom patrol was the first piece of superhero media that I saw that addressed queerness head on and not just vaguely imply it so its really special to me I really like fucked up "superheroes" who fail at actual superheroing. I love my weird little dysfunctional found family so much and I love Larry so much.

[absolute-lithops-effecting]

Raise your hand if you're a binary trans person but you feel completely disconnected from your gender because you don't fit even one of it's social expectations 🖐️🥰

[crazy-bxmbo-bxtch]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕆𝕟 𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟 H𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

I'm only writing for the characters I know, I'm rewatching the series.

Hange\hanji has they\them pronouns

～(^з^)-☆

Eren: Possesive, he may have anger issues, and just because he chokes you does not mean he hates you...he just is a little upset at the moment.

He first met you while training, and he was stunned by your beauty and dedication. You always distracted him, but he pulled together just fine. When he is in his titan form, the obsession is still there, always looking for you. He'll put you in his mouth and rest you on his tongue. NOT SWALLOWING.

"When this is all over, you are going to marry me. I mean it."

Mikasa: She is very patient with you. She knows how it feels to be taken against your will. Scared, confused, but not to worry, you only there for her to love on.

Protective as hell, you think you can handle a fight, ha, don't make her laugh, she loves to hurt people in your favor. She is prepared for anything in order to protect you.

"Y/n, c'mon, let's go to bed, im tired. This bitch thought she could talk abou you behind our backs, that cunt."

Armin: Bro is a top tear. TOP TEAR. Manipulator. He out thinks you by using his intelligence, and it fucks with your mind. He could convince you that you have known each other from when you were younger. And you would believe it.

Don't even try to ask for help. you're not gonna get it. Man can catch you by surprise with his strength. He can whip ass when he needs to. And whoever gets in his way can catch his hands.

"Y/n, don't you remember the promise you made, we are supposed to be together forever."

Jean: this arrogant ass mf, always following you, like bitch personal space, do u know her? He'll befriend you so u have no suspension of him being a creep.

Is he pervy, yes, and he's aware that he is pervy, i mean, it was no accident when he walked up and just so happened to trip over air and grab your chest. But he thinks ur dumb so...

"My bad, didn't mean to bump into you, I'll be more careful next time."

Sasha: I can personally see she wants someone who can and will feed her, so prepare to be the house wife of her life.

Very obsessive. Likes to spoil you, tho. Whether it's a massage, a special day out, or a special day in the room... she loves you to bits and peaces.

"I'm home, look Y/n, i killed a deer, this will taste amazing for dinner."

Connie: Mans is delusional, thinks you love him back, he wants to build a family with you, he adores you.

Now he can get cocky, so you just gotta ingnore him till he gets all mad and begs you to look at him. Works every time.

"Y/n, c'mon, you can't be this angry right. I didn't mean it."

Annie: Agressive, always watching, but you never know. She love to see you smile, you are her weakness. And her only reson for living.

She always looks to your needs instead of her own. Loves to just listen to you speak. It warms her heart to see you taking about something so passionately .

"Hey, Y/n, what are you doing? Please tell me, it seems interesting"

Crysata/Historia: As Crysta she was kind careing sweet, and always looking after you, very submissive and would do anything you asked her to.

As Historia tho, she takes the lead and is in charge of your whole life. What you eat, wear, when you sleep, when you wake up, its all up to her. You have no freedom except your thoughts.

Crysta" Y/n we sould get to bed, you need energry for tomorrow"

Historia"Bed NOW, this is the sceond time I've told you. Next time i wont be so nice"

Yamir: Cocky as hell, and bitchy, always bossing you around, makeing fun of you becase you can't be on your own without screwing up.

Always by your side. Wants to marry you, be with you the rest of your life, there is no escape.

"Why did you even join the force if you can't do shit for your self"

Levi: Agressive and awkward, he does not know how to express his feelings, so he could give you a compliment and you would think it's an insult.

Does favors on the down low. You could ask one of the cadets to do something, levi over hearing it, does it. And no one knew who it did. Especially if it's a personal favor.

"Wow cadet, seems like your not a complete fuck up after all"

Hanji/Hange: always has you with them at all times. They just can't get enough of you, they have many nicknames for you.

Thinks you are the cutest thing to have ever walked this earth. So adorable. They have you wrapped around their finger, with their charming smile, you can't scence the crazy...well except their natral crazy.

"Ah, Y/n my dear, you are just the cutest thing, such a sweetheart.

Erwin: In charge. That's it, no back talk. Wants you by him at all times. At meetings he would have you sit beside him or in his lap as he does paperwork. Asking your opinions, and praiseing you.

Don't disobey he is fond of punishment. He can always put you to bed early. And not let you go outside for a day. It won't bother him.

"Y/n, how do you feel about this, for our next expedition. No, you cant come this time, im sorry."

🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋🖋

REQUESTS: open

I will only write who is on this headcanons list for now.

[musings-and-moans]

pillowtalk

features: assassin!kento nanami x fem!reader (afab! reader, she/her pronouns)

submission for: @spooky-diluc's “Go Fuck Yourself” Collab (@spookydiluc thank you so much for organizing this, i'm so sorry i got confused as to which blog to tag 😭)

setting: modern au, mafia au, enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience (sham marriage to be precise)

synopsis: a spinoff from the Knock You Down one shot, what if instead of escaping to Italy, to protect your lover, satoru gojo, you ask kento nanami, a trained assassin for the gojo family, to marry you? does your relationship evolve over time? does satoru gojo stay alive? what if gojo were to come back for you while you’re married to nanami?

song: pillowtalk by zayn | wc: 5590 (yeah, it's long, please read it 😭)

warnings: porn with plot, slight angst, hints at an abusive parental relationship, fighting- mentions of bruises and brutal treatment, mentions of the use of gun and killing, explicit smut, oral (f! receiving, cunnilingus, dom! nanami behavior at the beginning), f! gagging (he fashions his tie into a makeshift gag and shoves it into your mouth), impact play (pussy slapping, and ass smacking), rough sex, squirting, overstimulation and creampie (in the beginning), daddy kink, breeding kink, brat taming (if you squint through) (also please do lmk if i've missed anything or not tagged appropriately thank you <33)

beta reading: @islascafe @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (you three helped me BIG TIME so thank you so so so much ily 😭)

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A/N: Okay, first of all, Kento Nanami, as a villain, whaaat? Well, you can either read the Knock You Down story I wrote for reference or you could read it a stand-alone. Although, I prefer the former. Secondly, if you see the interchange in the usage of his last and first name, it's for a reason. So, don't mind me. Thirdly, Mor and Far are Danish for mother and father, and this is owing to the fact that Nanami's maternal grandfather is Danish (as learned from the manga, although if I’ve got it wrong, please don’t hesitate to let me know), and last of all, the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami but the storylines belong to me. Reblogs, comments, and likes, especially reblogs are highly appreciated, but reposts are not allowed. ALSO, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, BLANK BLOGS, STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM THIS POST OR MY BLOG IN GENERAL PLEASE, AND THANK YOU <33

Satoru Gojo was the heir to Gojo Industries, a well-known multinational conglomerate with a variety of businesses. When he left everything behind and began a new career as an economics professor at Tokyo University, he had no idea how important you, (Y/N) (L/N), a mathematics professor at the same university, would be to him. You two would squabble until one night, when you were locked in a staff room and decided to release your frustrations by immersing yourselves in each other. After six months of being friends with benefits, you two became a couple for the next few years. You two got into an argument one day about how he met your parents but you didn't get to meet his, and that's when he told you about his family's history: as a child, his family was always rude to him, mistreating and abusing him, and he couldn't act like it was all right, so he just walked out on them with his luggage.  In reality, Gojo Industries is actually a front. They trade drugs with people from all over the world. His parents wanted him to eventually take over the company and the trade, but he refused. 

You heard a loud bang on the door; Kento Nanami, the Gojo family's hired assassin, and Kiyotaka Ijichi, his accomplice, had broken into your apartment.  Nanami grabbed you, while Ijichi snatched Gojo and began mauling him. You were flailing your legs in the air and crying out “Satoru” when Nanami covered your mouth as he dragged you into a room, muffling your screams. You could hear a myriad of punches on the other side of the door. Fear gripped hold of you, feeling like your heart jumping out of the ribcage, sweat profusely escaping down all over, and your breathing being staggered.

The moment Nanami loosened his grip on your mouth, you screamed out, “Satoru,” until the blond-haired, blue shirt, beige trousers, and green tie-clad man covered your mouth again tightly and whispered in your ear, clicking his tongue, “Tch, tch. Did you really think Ijichi would stop? Just because he looks weak doesn’t mean that he isn’t a trained assassin. He very much is, just as I am. And I, Kento Nanami, come to bear news from Gojo’s family. They can't get him married to anyone else to further their control of the trade because he's dating you, and you must be the one to call it off. If you don’t break up with Satoru, his parents are capable of disowning and disposing of him, quietly and quickly. You don’t want that, do you? So, I suggest that you run as far away from him as you can.” This sent shivers down your spine, as memories of Satoru flashed before your eyes. He didn’t deserve to be involved in the midst of nefarious activities. All he wanted was to start a new life.

You nodded your head in agreement, and before he could walk out of the room, you called out to him with an air of frustration, “Nanami.” This caused him to stop in his tracks as you continued on, “I have a proposition for you!”

He turned back and walked over to you, kneeling. “I usually don’t do propositions, but go ahead, what do you have to say?” he asked. Clearing your throat, you said in a trembling voice, “Nanami, I know of a way for me to stay away from Satoru. I think we should get married.”

An uncomfortable silence loomed across the room for some time, until Nanami broke it by rejecting your proposition. “No,” he said, “are you out of your mind?”

You took a deep breath and replied tersely, looking at him with tears in your eyes, “Look, here's the thing. Even though it hurts to break up with Satoru, I have to, for his sake. It is still too early for me to leave Japan, though. Despite how much I think it would be the best thing to do, I can't leave my students and go in the middle of the academic year. They are very important to me, okay? Plus, you already know that I'll never stop loving Satoru, and under no other circumstance would I put our two other friends, Shoko and Suguru, in danger. It's, however, a win-win situation for all of us. The first is that I avoid the Gojo family; second, you keep your earnings if things go wrong; and third, that I will never abandon my students. Deal?” 

While this somehow didn’t make sense, since this was technically a success in his books, he nodded. “Come to the city hall as soon as I leave,” he said to you as he walked out of the room. You followed him, only to find Gojo’s face battered and bruised but smiling at you. You rushed to his side and hugged him. Nanami and Ijichi escaped, leading you to call for Shoko and Suguru to come to the rescue. 

While Shoko was treating Gojo's bruises, you told Suguru everything that happened earlier. “I don't know what to do, Suguru. I love him, but…,” you added.

He put his hand on your shoulder and said, “I know you do, (Y/N), but I have heard of Nanami from a couple of my relatives who have rewarded him with a good sum of money. The guy never misses a mark. He always shoots at the target with perfect accuracy.” 

You looked at Suguru with sheer confusion and inquired with a concerned look, “Then, are you saying I should go ahead with the plan?”

Suguru then held your shoulders, nodding in response. “It is absurd, but if it makes you feel at peace… Trust me, if you don’t break up with Satoru, Nanami will not stop chasing after you, and you’ll become collateral damage in the pursuit.”

You sighed and turned to a still-recovering Gojo. You told him sternly, with your chest aching, “We need to talk.” 

You told him that this relationship is too much for you to handle and that you want to break up with him while Shoko and Suguru were witnesses to a beautiful relationship that had to be forced to end. Gojo unexpectedly agreed, and all four of you embraced and cried in response. Later, you packed your bags, Suguru helped you book a cab to a bridal store and the city hall, and you left the apartment oblivious to Gojo's silent sobs and emotional crumbling behind you.

As your hands flitted across the dresses, you came across this lovely white square-neck dress and purchased it. When you paid the money and got in the cab to the city hall, your vision blurred and your eyes moistened with tears. Nanami was dressed in his groom's outfit when you got out of the cab and entered just as the city hall was about to close, and you were taken aback by the way he looked. You swear you felt your heart skip a beat as you walked up to him, and you were completely oblivious to the fact that his heart was skipping a beat as well. 

Only the two of you knew the wedding was a ruse when you said your vows in the hall and eventually exchanged rings. 

you two got married, you walked together out of the City Hall and to Nanami’s car to place your bags inside the trunk at the back, and he drove you. You and Nanami walked out of City Hall together and to Nanami's car, where you placed your bags in the back trunk and he drove you. While driving you to his house in his black Mustang, no one uttered a single word. 

Both of you removed your shoes and placed them on the shoe stand as you moved into your new home together. He then cleared his throat and said curtly, “Your room is to the right. You are not required to wait for me. I'm going to sleep after I freshen up. So, just go.” 

With a scowl on your face, you carried your belongings to your new room and began unpacking. After you finished, you went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. You then undress and stand under the shower. As you knelt in the bathtub and sobbed uncontrollably, the metaphorical burden on your shoulders seemed to lift. You were broken about the whole predicament you were in. After freshening up, you crawled under the covers, closed your eyes, and drifted off to sleep in your black nightgown.

The first few days of your marriage went expectantly like a dredge. Both of you met each other with glares, and the only polite words that you spoke to each other were “Good morning”, “I’m leaving”, “I’m home”, “Welcome back,” and “Good night.” The rest of the time, you two scoffed at each other because you knew that if you were to utter any other word, all pleasantries would be thrown out of the window. So, you two were still rude and mean to each other, but you took it in and didn't say anything. 

You returned to the university after a while and continued teaching. Since everyone at the university noticed Gojo’s absence, they kept on bringing him up. Having assumed he had already resigned from the university, this tugged at your heartstrings. Even so, you continued to communicate with Suguru and Shoko who would keep you informed of everything that was going on. 

You arrived at the staff room during lunchtime one day to find Suguru and Shoko working on their laptops and greeted them. “Hello, buddies! What are you guys doing?” 

Shoko answered tentatively, “Nothing important, just working,” which caused your doubt to persist until you heard Satoru's voice from Suguru's laptop. 

You felt fear gripping your body as you remained clueless about what was happening. While looking through Suguru's laptop, you noticed a video in which a bandaged Satoru explained that he would be working from home from now on and that he would make sure students had the necessary materials.

"Before taking a leave of absence from the university, Satoru had been working on making videos for the classes, and he had especially made one for you. Shoko and I were busy organizing all of the videos,” Suguru replied.

When you gulped in some air, Suguru played the video where Satoru softly mentioned, “Y/N-chan, if you’re watching this video, that means two things: Suguru’s with you now and that you’re married to Nanami.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise as he continued, “I got to know. I hate my parents for doing this to us. Sometimes I feel like shoving the drugs up their noses, you know? But give me some time. I’ll speak to my parents and come for you. We’ll figure out a way to annul your marriage to Nanami, and we can then elope. I miss you, Y/N-chan.” 

You thanked Suguru and ran out of the staff room, letting your bosses know that you wouldn’t come to work for the second half of the day, causing you to book a cab home early and cry incessantly. 

No sooner than that, you reached home and prepared dinner for the both of you. Nanami then came home later that evening, and silently freshened up, before going to the kitchen to eat the food you have prepared. He liked it, he realized while eating, and was about to say something when he saw you slump your shoulders and take in a deep sigh.

You started ranting, “I miss him. Satoru, I mean. Apparently, he’s requested to work from home, and made videos for his students, and made one for me.”

You were about to cry when he retorted, “Would you shut up? No one’s interested in what you’re saying.” 

Nanami’s remark caused you to feel enraged, turning yourself in his direction, and unconsciously slapped him. He felt the stinging blow of your slap against his skin, looking at you gritting your teeth and breathlessly looking back at him.

Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders and dragged you across the hall to your bedroom, your screams echoing in the corridor. You took a deep breath after he pushed you onto the bed, oblivious to what was to come. He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his white shirt, forcing you to stare deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered even further across the shape of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell he had been working out constantly. Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out his tie, rolled it into a makeshift gag ball, and shoved it in your mouth, muzzling your screams. Nanami then stripped you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy. As he took off his pants and boxers next, a wicked smile adorned his face, letting your eyes fall on the appearance of his hardened length, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as you became wet at the sight.

Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs. I will not repeat myself.” 

With your feet on the bed, you dragged yourself up to the head of the bed on your elbows, spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. 

You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight. You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. 

Your screams had turned into moans as he kept pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up, but they were still muffled by his tie. 

You were in the middle of your release when Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, causing you to whine into the tie. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat like you doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. 

His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. As soon as you paused to rest your head on the pillows, he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pulled it back, while reaching out your breasts with the other and holding them to pull you closer, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

He was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, taking out the tie gag from your mouth and whispering, “Dear, I want to hear you as loudly as possible. Scream for me.”

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good wife you are, taking in everything for me, your husband.”  

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spot, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, I won't let you cum.” 

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back. 

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and picked you up, carrying you to the bathtub and turning on the warm water before he joined you in the bath.

As you two relaxed in the bathtub, he then apologized to you with a sad look on his face, “(Y/N), I’m really sorry. For what I said, for how rough I was with you, for separating you from Gojo. For this situation that we’re in. For everything.” 

You sat up, your sore muscles gaining a sense of reprieve from sitting in the water. You replied, “Nanami, I’m sorry too. I’ve been a real brat to you, haven’t I?” 

Nanami shrugged his shoulders in reply. “It’s fine. But now that we are married, I think we should get to know each other and try to at least make this marriage work. Don’t you think so?” 

Nodding in agreement, you approached him, and turned to lie on his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

Both of you quietly acknowledged the other's presence over the following days and weeks. The two of you eventually slipped into a routine: Nanami would cook dinner whenever he came home early, and instead of you opening the door yourself, he would open it for you, and vice versa. Each of you always waited until the other was ready to eat when the other was late, no matter how late they were. There were times when you two had sex, but it was more of a stress reliever than anything else, and you ended up stocking on Plan-B's and birth control pills as every slight touch of his sent you into a feverish frenzy unlike any other. Satoru had a way of eating you out, but Kento had a way of getting into every hollow and crevice of your body. As he kissed you along every crack and crevice, and especially on the permanent bruises that you acquired in your childhood, he seemed to be calming your heart in an unexpected way, not the way Satoru did, but in a unique and comforting manner.

Eventually, you two began to open up to each other. You told him how you didn't have a good relationship with your family and how they always talked down to you and hit you, making you feel like you were not good enough. Additionally, you told him that your family wasn't in favor of you becoming a teacher in the first place, and that your grandparents believed that women should remain at home and learn household chores. This incident caused you to rebel against your family by sneaking out of the house on the day they planned to set you up with someone and running away. You applied to be a teacher at the university at that time and actually dated someone before Satoru, but he never seemed to care about you that much, so you called it off and focused exclusively on your job. Satoru came into your life, and the rest is history. 

When the two of you were talking on the couch, Nanami looked at you sadly and said, “I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that.”  

You shook your head. “I'm married to you now, Nanami. At least I should tell you about my life so far.” 

Nanami cleared his throat and said, smiling at you, “Don't forget you're Mrs. Nanami now, so you can call me by my first name.”. Even though you smiled back, you were scared as you started to feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and then decided not to call him by his first name yet until your feelings for him changed.

He sighed and told you about his background: his ancestors came to Japan under dire circumstances from Denmark. Before his family experienced an economic crisis, he stayed close to his family, particularly to his parents; consequently, he had to find odd jobs and work to provide for his parents. Then he met Toji Fushiguro, one of the assassins hired by the Gojo family. After being taken under Toji's wing, Nanami became a skilled marksman, self-taught at archery, and a great student of mathematics. Satoru’s father noticed how skillful he was in his line of work, and offered to pay off the family loans in exchange for Nanami to work for him. Thus, Kento Nanami was admitted to a well-respected school that provided top-notch education while working part-time; as a result, Nanami went to a good school and a good university, all the while perfecting his marksmanship not only with arrows, but also with guns and knives. After establishing themselves financially, his parents moved back to Copenhagen.

The catch? His family didn’t even know what he was doing; they thought he was working a white-collar job after he graduated. He’s doing this so that they can live peacefully, and should he walk out of the job, his parents would die as well. At one point, he was brought to a dilemma when he had to shoot his best friend, Yuu Haibara, because he inadvertently saw Satoru’s father making a trade. Mr. Gojo told him, “He may be your best friend, Nanami-kun, but if he ratted us out, the mission would crumble.” As Nanami spoke the words, “I'm so sorry, Yuu,” with tears in his eyes, Yuu was shot in the heart, thus becoming entwined with the fate of the Gojo family.

Hearing all of this pained your heart and brought tears to your eyes. You approached him and tried to console him by holding his hands in your own. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, and I’m assuming that you didn’t want to break Satoru and me up, did you?” 

Nanami shook his head, “No, because I didn’t want you to go through the same pain I went through, but deeper.” 

Something in you compelled you to hug him tightly for a few moments before pulling yourself away from the embrace; there was a moment when your faces were only a few inches apart and you couldn't help but stare at each other's lips. A ping on your phone startled you both, and you realized it was a text from Satoru inviting you to meet him sometime. While an awkward silence caused you both to shuffle on the couch and you debated whether or not to meet him, you secretly downloaded some language apps on your phone to help you learn Nanami's language.

One Saturday morning, while you were cooking breakfast, Nanami’s parents FaceTimed him and exchanged pleasantries. He then called out to you while talking with his parents, and you ran to him. You were wearing your pink apron on top of your red sweatshirt and black leggings when you waved at an elderly couple on the other side of the screen.

 “Hello, I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Very nice to meet you!” You greeted them chirpily.

Nanami threw a side glance at you and shook his head. “Nanami, you’re (Y/N) Nanami,” he corrected you. He turned across the screen, smiling. “Mor, Far, this is (Y/N), my wife.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Nanami covered their mouths with their hands in shock upon hearing this. “Why did you not tell us?” his mother slightly chided him in Japanese.  

You interrupted your husband just as he was about to continue talking, and said with a smile in Japanese, “It happened so soon that we didn’t get a chance to tell you. We’re so sorry, and I hope you and I get along well.” His parents and you then started a nice, sweet conversation, with Nanami looking at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Excuse me, but I have to go into the kitchen,” you told them before getting up and walking back. You subconsciously listened to their family conversation, but as you paid more attention to it, your stomach sank at what you heard.

“Kento, we don't appreciate you marrying her, let alone not telling us anything about her,” Mr. Nanami said. “I need you to leave her immediately and return to Denmark so that we can marry you to someone else of my choosing.”

“Far, I don't like the way you're talking about (Y/N),” Kento scowled. “She's a strong, independent woman who’s well-educated, loving, caring, kind, and compassionate, and she's clearly better suited to be my wife than anyone you could ever choose for me.”

Their conversation made you angry at his parents, yet, at the same time, it made you smile at Kento for defending you.

You turned off the stove and walked back to the table where Kento was sitting, and surprised the three of them by admonishing both his parents in Danish, “While I appreciate you looking out for your son, Mr. Nanami, you don't know what your son has gone through for the both of you. He's sacrificed a lot for your sake, and now you're criticizing him for making this life-changing decision for himself. He needs your help as we move into the next stage of our lives together.” This caused Kento to look at you in awe, and that's when he saw you in a new light.

After the call with his parents without saying a word, you finished eating your breakfast with Nanami before heading to your room to change. As you were heading out of the house, you told him, “I’m going to meet Satoru. I’ll be late, so don’t wait on me.” You left and closed the door, leaving a concerned Nanami behind. 

Satoru immediately saw you as you reached the cafe where you were both supposed to meet and hugged each other. You then realized that his embrace doesn’t feel warm anymore. It felt like something was missing, or rather, you were missing a certain someone. 

When you two sat down to have lunch together, he put his hand on yours and said, “(Y/N)-chan, I’m so sorry it took me this long. However, I’m going to talk to my parents and leave them behind for you. We’ll run away and spend our lives together, but you have to leave Nanami for this. You’re not to be with him, but with me.” 

For a brief moment, you reflected on the previous eight months of your marriage with Kento, and despite the way it began, eventually, you felt a pull towards him and wanted to dive deeper and deeper into the depths of his heart as you two slept with each other and became vulnerable and raw about your lives with each other. 

You pushed the cerulean-eyed man’s hand aside and, showing your ring, spoke in a sad tone, “Satoru, I truly appreciate what you’re willing to do for me. But, I’m married now, and I’m in love with my husband.” This sudden realization shocked the both of you as you got up from the table. “I have to go. I’m sorry,” you apologized before going back home, leaving a forlorn Satoru behind.

Minutes later, as you were still trying to get home, your mind was filled with thoughts of whether Kento would hate you for leaving him like this. But as you approached the front door, panting, it burst open before a crying Kento came out and engulfed you in a tight embrace. He then cupped your cheeks and kissed you hard, your teeth clicking and tongues swirling around each other. He picked you up by your ass, hooked your legs around his waist, closed the door and took you to your room, still kissing you. You two then fell onto the bed, and, between kisses, you told him moanfully the three words you didn't realize he needed to hear: “I choose you.”

“(Y/N)!” Kento exclaimed, quickly pulling himself away from the kiss. “Do you really choose me? Please say it again if you do.”

You nodded again in response and, with a genuine smile, whispered, “I choose you.”

He smiled back and kissed you again, taking his time with your lips and imprinting the newfound declaration of love in his mind. Kento put his hand on your waist and tried to pull it away, but you kept it there and kissed him more passionately. You were both running your fingers through each other's hair, kissing, embracing, and feeling each other's love radiate from your bodies before you knew it. Kento started kissing your neck, descending slowly until he reached your collar bones and complimented you on your beauty before moving on to your cleavage. You, on the other hand, peppered his neck with kisses and raked your fingers through his blond hair and the undercut, smiling and loving every moment of it.

You then climbed up on top of Kento and removed your light-blue shirt, while he continued to kiss you around the waist. You began pulling up his white t-shirt, running your fingers from his stomach to his chest, as he stood up. Now that you were both feeling passionate, you looked at each other and gave each other another deep kiss. After that, Kento kissed your shoulder and then pulled the straps of your black lace bra down while continuing to kiss you on your shoulders and up to your neck. He then unhooked your bra, which made you smirk naughtily.

“Oh, and Kento, can I tell you one more thing?” you asked, interrupting him from going further, and you heard him hum in reply. You then burst into a smile as you looked at him and said, “I’m not on the pill.”

His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden announcement. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“I’d like you to breed me, Daddy Nanami,” you whispered before you pressed your lips hard unto his, kissing Kento on his head and smelling his doused hair that smells of musk. He kisses your breasts and gently kneads them with his hands as he fervently descends on you. He continued to kiss you, moving his lips down to your navel and pushing you onto your back as he did so. 

Before going down, he began smearing kisses all over your stomach while unzipping and pulling down your pants. He then noticed your lacy black panties, which are his favorite type, and smiled wickedly at you as he kissed your thighs. He then picked both of your legs up and peeled your panties off of you, kissing your toes and slowly working his way up to your thighs. 

“I love you,” you softly moaned, causing your husband to look into your (E/C) eyes and smile.

“Baby, say those three words again for me while I have my sweet dessert,” Kento whispered, and pressed his face in between your wet nether lips, placing kitten-like licks on your clit and sucking on your folds. You let out a string of pornographic-sounding ‘I love you’s as he tongue-fucked you, looking into his brown eyes and intertwining your fingers with his.

As the coil in you started to build up, he removed his slick-covered mouth away from your pussy and wiped it using the back of his hand, before looking at you with pleading eyes. “(Y/N) baby, it’s okay. I’m still here,” he assured you while stripping off his pants and boxers, hissing slightly as his fully-erected cock sprung free and hit his stomach.

“You’re so perfect for me,” Kento muttered, looking at you with doting eyes, as he crawled back onto the bed and in between your legs spread wide. He lined his dick with your entrance and cupped your cheeks.

“I love you too, Mrs. (Y/N) Nanami,” he growled as he thrust his hardened cock inside you, eliciting another moan from your lips. His soft lips then crashed into yours for another passionate kiss, making you want more of him while he continued thrusting inside you deeper and faster. 

As you thought about how you could live this moment forever, Kento whispered in your ear: “(Y/N), my sweet angel, I’m going to make up for lost time and make love to you all night, filling you up and treating you like you deserve to be treated… like my queen.”

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ROGUE-DURIN-16 PROMPT LIST FOR REQUESTS

Disclaimer: you don't have to use these ones specifically, you can send your own prompts and scenarios too. Also, feel free to reblog if you're a writer.

GUIDELINES:

Write down the prompt numbers and/or letters (up to 3)

Write down the character(s) you want in the fic

Choose the fic genre

Specify the reader's pronouns

Optional:

Add a more information on the plot if you want

Specify who's saying which quote

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"Hey, you're bleeding!" "Oh my god— really? I didn't fucking notice!"

"Please get up."

"I like you." "Don't do that to yourself."

"Quick— kiss me!"

"Your lips are getting really close to mine."

"My family thinks we're dating."

"We have a problem." "No— you have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting in trouble."

"Please, don't let go of my hand. I'm scared."

"Dance with me?" "There's no music." "We'll hum."

"You look like you could use a hug." "Now, that's embarrassing."

"If I don't get coffee soon, someone's gonna die." "I'm 'someone', am I not?"

"How's the day going?" "Well, no one died." "Those are your standards?"

"Don't you dare walk away."

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation!" "And I'm trying to avoid it!"

"Now that I made it weird, I'm gonna leave."

"I don't like saying 'I told you so' but—" "the hell you don't, it's your favorite phrase."

"Are you sure I can't break his nose?" "Depends. Do you wanna get court-martialed?"

"Ten bucks says you don't make it to the door before passing out."

"I've lost the will to fight."

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything that night."

"Come here." "Why?" "Just come here." "No, you're gonna hit me."

"Shut up." "Make me."

"You know we're meant to be." "Yeah, six feet apart at all times."

"I'm gonna marry you someday."

Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?"

"It was just a joke." "It wasn't funny!"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Yes, I have feelings for you. Moving on..."

"Were you dropped on your head as a kid?" "As a matter of fact, yes."

"Rumor has it, I make you nervous."

"I can't get up." "I'll carry you."

"we should cuddle— platonically, of course."

"are you crying?" "... No." "Wow, that sounded so convincing."

"Look at me— you're gonna be okay."

"You have a heart of gold." "But that's not enough for you, is it?"

"Are you asleep yet?" "..." "I love you."

"I've actually practiced this." "Asking me out?" "Yes."

"I'm not easy to love." "Who told you that?"

"You're so adorable." "And you're ruining my reputation. Stop."

"We're just friends." "Oh, c'mon! the only ones who buy that are you, Y/n, and that poor idiot they're dating."

"I have a solution." "Thank goodness." "It involves fire." "Absolutely not."

"Don't you trust me?" "Uh, yeah, with my life, not with my hair!"

"If you ask me, I'd say we deserve a happy ending."

"Can you please keep stroking my hair?"

"We'll get through this. Together."

"You're like a sister/brother to me." "What a sweet way of breaking my heart."

"We could've died!" "Yeah but we didn't." "No thanks to you."

"I don't think I'll ever be ready to lose you."

"What if we kissed?"

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things up."

"Oh, you're still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me."

"How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

"I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?"

"Go to hell." "And leave you here all alone?"

"You feelin' alright?" "Peachy!" *passes out*

"I'm happy with them." "That's not fair!" "Why?" "'Cause I loved you first!"

"You're very pretty." "And you're very drunk."

SITUATION PROMPTS:

A. One falls asleep on the other's shoulder.

B. First kiss.

C. Last kiss.

D. Cooking together.

E. The reader gets hurt.

F. The character gets hurt.

G. They're stranded (alone or with more people).

H. A breaks down, B comforts them.

I. A fixes up B after B gets into a fight.

J. Drunkenly confessing their feelings.

K. Heated argument leads to a kiss/confession.

L. First date.

M. Fake date.

N. Trying to keep each other warm.

O. A is drunk and B takes care of them.

P. Dealing with a friend's death.

Q. A asks B for a dance.

R. Bumping into each other after a long time.

S. The character realizes they're falling in love with the reader (or viceversa)

T. Starcrossed lovers.

FIC GENRES:

Fluff

Angst

Angst-fluff

Hurt/comfort

Friends to lovers

Rivals to lovers

Lovers to friends

Unrequited love

Mutual pinning

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eyes off you ( hermione granger )

this is for kelly’s 3k writing challenge!! @anchoeritic ily kells<3

pairing: hermione granger x slytherin!reader ( half blood prince )

gender neutral! reader ( if there is a mistake or i accidentally used she/her pronouns let me know and ill fix it! )

warnings: small mentions of abuse at home, other than that just fluff and awkwardness.

notes: inspired by the song ‘eyes off you’ by prettymuch, the lyrics are bolded and italicized. y/n is the biggest simp. please ignore my grammar mistakes and my horrendous sentence structure. this also gives off major jily vibes, so do what you will with that information. I kinda went off with this I'm so sorry if it starts to get boring. images are from pinterest.

word count - 1.9k

hermione granger was a stubborn girl, that was one thing you knew for sure. when the two of you first met she had been adamant on hating your guts, excessive flirting and all. it was your persistence is what really got through to her; like starting to hang out in the library because you knew she would be there, and helping her pick up her books when some asshole seventh year—adorning the same infamous emerald green you did—tripped her up in the hall ( although not before threatening the bugger in her honour first ).

at the end of the day, the little acts of service were the things that made hermione swallow her pride and finally go on a damn date with you. at first, harry and ron were in utter shock that the girl was even considering going on a date with “the enemy” as they oh-so-subtly put it. but she just told them they were being overly dramatic, and that their input into who she decides to date was simply inadequate. so was it ever the surprise that one day when you finally worked up the courage to ask her, she actually said yes.

“are you serious?” you had expressed your complete disbelief of the words you just heard come out of the curly haired girls mouth.

“yes y/n, i am dead serious.” she had echoed back to you, looking thoroughly amused.

you were astonished, the girl that you quite frankly couldn’t take your eyes off of since fifth year actually agreed to go out with you. the gryffindor girl specifically that you had set your sights on, ignoring the warnings from your friends and backlash from your family, it had all paid off. becoming more defiant with your family last summer was no easy deed, but you knew the yelling and even the hitting was better than whatever they were scheming up for you this summer. lord voldemort was getting even closer to making sure he had a solid, fucked up, but loyal fanbase and you knew you would soon be a part of it if you didn’t get your shit together. you pretty much had a foolproof plan to get the hell out of your psycho household, you just needed to wait for the right moment to act on it.

amidst all of this, you knew it was dangerous to get involved with a muggle born, and you knew you were being selfish by risking yours and hermione’s lives. but there was something about her. the way she would make you feel when your insistent nagging got her lips to turn up just a little bit, or when you did something particularly embarrassing and finally got a boisterous laugh to erupt from her mouth in the middle of potions ( snape was not happy with the two of you ).

so you knew it was dangerous, you really did. but as soon as you saw hermione in the corridor right outside of the slytherin common rooms, waiting for you like you had anxiously asked her to after dinner yesterday, you knew you were down bad. you knew you were down bad because as soon as you saw her face drop when draco malfoy approached her, your heart lurched and you basically sprinted to where she was standing. she was in the middle of telling malfoy to shut up when you slid up beside her and threw an arm around her shoulder ( because protective instincts.... duh! ), somehow managing to simultaneously tell him to “sod off” and flip him the bird while hermione sunk into your side like there's no place she’d rather be.

as the two of you ran off, you couldn't help but mutter into her ear “mione, i'm not sure.....but i think his father will be hearing about this.”

you had a feeling that the laugh she let out was one you’d be hearing in your dreams for a while.

“so, where would you like to take me y/n.” she spoke, the air of the previous laughter still heard in her voice.

“tell me anything you wanna do.”

she hummed  “i don't know. how about the three broomsticks?”

while you were mulling it over, she slipped her hand in yours. your head immediately turned to meet her eyes.

there's no touch or feeling

pleasure or pain

anything like the way you're runnin' through my veins

the sudden affection had you choked up, and you had to clear your throat before continuing “um, that sounds great.”

as soon as the consent left your lips she was dragging you up the road and into the warmth of the pub, where madame rosmerta greeted the two of you at the front door. hands still intertwined, you ordered two butterbeer before wandering off into a booth. it was cozy, and you found yourself ravishing in the feeling of it all; going on hogsmeade dates, holding hands, and curling up in a booth with your drinks. it wasn’t long before you and hermione were mindlessly chatting about anything and everything, falling so deeply into conversation. only breaking out when you make her laugh, or when you go speechless at the broad smile that completely lights up her face, something that you noticed was specifically reserved for silly stories about harry and ron or her parents. you hoped that someday she would be able to talk about you with that marvellous smile on her face.

“you’re staring.” she looked adorably embarrassed at the sentiment, heat rising to her cheeks.

“I just can't take my eyes off of you.” it was a bold ( albeit true ) statement, and hermione swore to merlin you looked like you never meant any other utterance more.

“that's very generous of you, but i'm afraid i'm not that attractive.”

you looked at her in complete disbelief, “okay, okay, i’m going to wholeheartedly disregard what you just said,” taking a pause for dramatic effect “because you are the single most beautiful girl i've ever laid my eyes on, hermione granger.”

if the girl wasn’t blushing before, she was now. the way she was scrunching up her nose was the cutest, and you found her obvious inability to take a compliment quite charming. it actually boosted your own confidence, and you found yourself wanting to shower her with praises for the rest of your life just to see her reaction over and over again.

“what?” you teased, a sly smile making its way onto your face, “don't tell me potter and co deprive you of the flattery you deserve.”

the way she tilted her head and had her eyes narrowed ever so slightly told you everything you needed to know, she watched as your eyes widened in shock but shook it off because of the awkward air that was suddenly formed over the topic.

you were quite literally panicking, what if you just ruined everything? curse your slytherin ambition, you must’ve gone too far with your allusive comments. hermione hadn’t talked for about five minutes now, opting to finish her butterbeer, and the energy full of endless conversation dissipated long ago. your mug was still half full, sitting in front of you. you were just sitting there, staring at it, frantically searching your brain for something to talk about but you were fucking blanking. you were failing at pretty much the only thing you pride yourself on, and it happened to be the thing that got hermione to even go out with you in the first place.

once hermione was finished nursing her drink, you decided to speak now before she decided to make up an excuse to leave. “I'm sorry if I went too far, I do that sometimes and I made you uncomfortable, and i'm so sorry.”

then, she did the one thing you would have never even fathomed. she laughed. the girl was chortling, her head thrown back and when she finally came down from her fit she had tears running down her face.

“I'm sorry,” she said, noticing your eyebrows furrowed in concern “i've just never had someone apologize for complimenting me.”

you let out an anxious chuckle, “well you did kind of stop talking there, i figured i hit a nerve.”

“oh no! i just used to, um, fancy ron and he hasn't complimented me nearly as much in 6 years then you’ve had in an hour.” she stumbled over her words a bit as she spoke, evidently uncomfortable discussing her previous crush on weasley.

“well,” you dragged on, “i think you deserve all the flattery in the world.”

you swore to salazar slytherin himself her smile lit up the whole room, and your heart swelled when she reached over the table to grab both of your hands and link them with hers.

“how about we go for a walk, the black lake maybe?” the suggestion brought your attention to how dark it had gotten outside, you estimated that you had about an hour till the sun set. you smirked.

“I see you’re trying to snag a sunset kiss by the black lake, granger.”

your smirk turned into a full on smile as she got flustered once again, biting her lower lip.

“it's absolutely barbaric that you would allude to that, l/n.” the sarcasm was clear in her tone as you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

leaving the three broomsticks hand in hand once again, the two of you made your way down to the lake. you take off the sweater you were wearing to spread it across the grass for you and hermione to settle yourselves on. it wasn't very big, but neither of you seemed to mind as you snuggled into each other against the nights breeze. your arm making its way around her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder.

you two watched the sunset in silence. it wasn’t awkward like a few minutes ago, there wasn’t a need to fill it with dialogue, it was completely comfortable. hermione adjusted under your arm and turned her head to look at you, the sudden change in direction making a few curls get caught in her glossed lips. before she could even lift her arm, you were already there, brushing her hair behind her ear. your hand found its home behind her neck as you angled your head to brush your nose against hers, her lip unconsciously making its way in between her teeth again.

you took a sharp breath and spoke, “every little thing you do drives me wild.”  

“are you gonna give me that kiss, or keep talk-”

you could feel her words melt away against your lips as you took action and pushed her head towards yours. her hands tightening around your waist and her soft sighs as your lips connect act as reminders that she wants this as much as you, and you are so damn thankful that she leans back in after you separate to take a breath.

and the sun sets with the two of you, hanging onto each other like you were each others lifelines, previous thoughts about your family or the stupid slytherin/gryffindor feud are long gone by now. 

you decide that you can deal with all of your problems in the near future, because now you have hermione safe in your arms, and that's more than enough motivation for you to stay right where you are.

[creepypocky]

Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

[starvels]

9, 17, 20 :)

answering questions from this fic writing meme!

so sorry for the delay on this, oluka. windows closed this tab for me and i lost my responses and got frustrated and off-put by it khsdbhjgd. thanks for patience !

9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

did this one already but here's 4 more!

carol/rhodey/tony poly fic! giiiiive it to meee. i don't think i know enough of the intricacies of their dynamic but this trio would both fuck and FUCK and i hope i get to see it one day. maybe this will actually encourage me to write it, ha

okay okay y'all remember that fic where tiberius a boyfriend leaves tony out for public use and steve fucks tony and tony KNOWS its him and its ANGSTY AND SAD. i would love more of that ty

was just talking w dora abt this but, honest to blog rewrite fix-it of all of mcu after avengers - I’m not ashamed to say I thoroughly enjoyed 2012 and really wish the mcu had done right by all their promises in avengers to make it abt found family and teamwork

exploration of how rhodey is an incredible pilot and using the war machine/iron man armor is really fucking hard and how much he must be able to multitask just like tony in order to do it ghhghgh (maybe i will write this actually one day, good shit)

17: What has been the proudest moment for you so far since you started writing?

what a big question! the first thing that comes to mind is the times when someone has told me that my writing has changed them.

there are some moments when i've tried to challenge preconceptions or write about underrepresented things like doing trope subversion, gender-full or pronoun-less fic, complex poly, trauma recovery or consent OR shared my own original writing/poetry with people, etc. - and i've gotten some really incredible feedback that sticks with me. feedback about how those things changed people.

my writing! changed how they thought about these topics or what they thought was possible for their own selves! i've actually had people approach me and say that my fic helped them understand their own gender or asexuality or how consent works, and more. i've had people say that my writing lingers with them and shapes how they perceive poetry or prose and that's just! so!

to enact change on a person fills me with an utmost reverence - it is an exchange and an entrustment i don't and won't ever take lightly.

20: Which fic have you put the most work into? Which fic have you put the least work into?

ooof. gonna limit this to marvel fic, tho i think my overall answer would probs for a different fandom haha.

most work: are we satellites feels like a cop-out answer somehow? bc this wasn't a challenging story to discover. i cherry-picked what canon i cared about and i wrote it in blistering fervent sprints where i literally couldn't keep up with the words flowing out of me. but it was 4 days of 6k+ writing to get there and some individual scenes did require untangling.

most work on the opposite end of the spectrum is: cat's cradle etiquette (i haven't forgotten it!!! i swear...) i technically have a 16k file for it, but i have to work for every inch of it. it gets very plotty and that's not actually my strong suit as a writer and balancing everything - especially the royalty and court aspects of it is...a lot. anyways, i want to finish it! i think i just need to spend some time delving into it and not giving myself an excuse to not.

least work: we were meant verse. someone once responded to it saying that reading it felt like seeing the love that i share with my rl partner and i would say that's v accurate. i wrote my own loving joy and just gave it to s/t.

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thanks for the Qs, bee! ✨

[sheresh0y]

Mar'eyce Introduces:

Ro Donetta-Awaud: He/Him, 30-ish

Along with his family:

Dagon Donetta-Awaud: He/Him, 28-ish

Tann Donetta-Awaud: 11-ish

Kato Donetta-Awaud: 5-ish

Ellis Donetta-Awaud: 5-ish

A/N: I decided to go balls to the wall with the rest of these characters. So much backstory. All of it. I'm dumping it right here. Drabbles will added, moodboards whenever the fancy strikes. The rest of Arumorut has had their stories told at this point in the story so, fuck it, whatever. I love these OCs too much and I'm screaming it from rooftops, baby. I know suck at writing children and these Awaud children are definitely come across as way too old but go with me on this. I also left the children's pronouns empty because I'm not entirely sure what they're all trying to tell me yet. I'll update it when they let me know.

Warnings: This fic and AU is 18+ for a reason. Mentions of parental death, swearing, slavery and unwanted children mentions. Ro's a little sad boy under all that armor.

Read from the beginning: Mar'eyce Masterlist

Ro Doneeta was born to Volya and Rol Doneeta, Twi'lek freedom fighters turned Rebels. When Ro had turned four, his parents went a on a routine trip for supplies and never came home. He was adopted shortly after by Kai and Ilyah, a quickly and quietly whispered pact made by the only two parents in their corner of The Rebellion after one too many close calls.

"Take care of them, for us. Please."

The Awauds openly encouraged Ro to participate in Twi'lek culture. Just because he was a Mandalorian now didn't mean he stopped being a Twi'lek as well. The entire clan learned Ryl and Kai and Ilyah found mentors for him to teach him the things they couldn't. They were never sure if they did right by their son, but they tried their best.

After the Awauds retired from the war and were sent back to Arumorut, when Ro and Kaiyah were sixteen, Ro threw himself into the deep end of medicine. It wasn’t humble in the way that Ba’buir was, he didn’t want to train the clan in first aid or help children with their sniffles. Ro had lost so much to the galaxy and this was his fuck you.

First, his ryma and kora, then his lek, now his buir. Kai’buir was physically there, but mentally, emotionally they were nowhere to be found. It was like he had died without dying. Ro decided he was going to fix it all, no one in his family was dying again. Nobody was getting left behind. For everything the galaxy took from Ro, he was going to drag back to this life with his bare hands.

After a few months of shadowing Ba'buir Nejaa, Ro was decided to pursue medical school on Naboo. It was a relatively peaceful planet, since tourism was most of the economy they were malleable to whoever was in charge. This meant that Ro couldn't just walk around anywhere. The Empire was still standing and he was a Mandalorian who may or may not be wanted.

Ba'buir Nejaa said no immediately. Their reasoning was the armor. Armor was important, every Mandalorian wore it all the time. The only reason Nejaa didn't anymore was because Kaiyah needed a new set and they had gifted their set to her. Ro didn't have this exception so he tried a compromise: he would wear the chest plate under his clothes. The plate was the biggest piece of armor he had and helped the most with regulating his temperature anyway. It wasn't comfortable but it was the best he could come up with.

About four years into his medical education, Ro met Dagon through some mutual friends. It was terror at first sight, the poor Zabrak man was missing nearly all of his right ear and Ro knew it was his fault. His stupid plan to fight an Aryx head-on had consequences he didn't full think of at the time.

Try as he might to avoid Dagon, it didn't matter. It was like the up and coming designer was everywhere, Dagon seemed to have his own gravity and Ro was quickly pulled in.

It didn't take long for them to fall in love, by the third official date Dagon was asking Ro to move in and by the fifth they were married. For his part, Dagon took everything Mandalorian related in stride. He barely blinked when Ro explained soulmates and the reasons they were both all scarred up on the first date. He just asked if 'his Mandalorian' had anyone to take care of him.

When Ro graduated school, not quiet a doctor but close enough, the couple had a long talk about the future. They both knew they wanted kids but The Empire was still looming. It wasn't safe for Mandalorians to be openly walking around and they were both faced with the thought it might never be. Dagon understood that his children would be raised Mandalorian. It was close to the way Zabraki culture was. Clans, fighting, it made sense for the most part. Even though he had parted he had parted ways with his family, Dagon knew Ro couldn't do that.

He had been officially introduced to most of the Awaud clan when Ro had graduated, Dagon threw a little get together in honor of his riduur and the only people on Ro's must invite list was his family. They had a bond that went closer than blood and Dagon knew his clan of two needed to do.

He moved the clan of two back to Arumorut, using the ship that Nejaa and Kaiyah brought to move the stuff that Dagon couldn't or wouldn't sell, Ro never seemed to hold on to much.

Ro was furious, initially. Dagon had plans, big plans, to be a designer and he was right at the cusp of finally getting his own line. Moving back to Arumorut would be a step back for his career or end it entirely. In Ro's mind, he could at least play security while Dagon chased his dreams and then they could settle down wherever. It didn't matter to Ro as long as he got to see his family regularly, somewhere Mid or Outer Rim, he didn't want to be too far in case of an emergency.

The move ended up being the best thing to happen to them, not a month after settling in Kaiyah brought home a little Twi'lek girl. She couldn't have been older than five, but with her malnutrition it was hard to guess and she didn't know. She didn't even have a name and barely spoke Huttese.

They named her Tann, for hope.

A year later, while debating on putting their names with an adoption agency now that The New Republic existed and Ro could get his record expunged since his Rebel activities were no longer deemed as 'treason' or 'terrorism', the twins fell in their laps. A woman had shoved the babies on Jax, who was working on a bounty at the time, she said she couldn't take care of them and knew that the Mandalorians could. Jax didn't have a soulmate at the time and knew that the Donetta-Awauds were thinking about adopting again, so he asked if they would like to add the Zabraki twins to their family. The boys couldn't have been more than a few months old, their skin was more pink than the vibrant red it now was.

Kato, for Dagon's father. Even if they didn't talk he still liked the name.

Ellis, for Ro's buir. It was her clan name before she joined Kai.

Ro knew he made the right choice when Kai-buir cried. It sounded terrible at the time, like he enjoyed making his father cry, but it was such a relief to find out that he could. That Kai wasn't entirely gone, just not always there.

Ro still asks Dagon if he regretted it. Losing his fashion line, being a boring tailor to people who didn't really need a tailor. On those days Dagon holds Ro closer, his chin resting on his Mandalorian's head, "Never. Not once. I've never been happier than when I'm with you. 'Boring tailor' and all. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare."

^ Ro in his full armor. Isn't he a handsome boy?

Translations & Other Headcanons:

Ryma: Ryl, mother

Kora: Ryl, father

Buir: Mando'a, parent

Kai-buir: Mando'a, masc parents typically go by the first three letters of their name followed by 'buir'. The Donetta-Awaud children don't really follow this rule since they have one Buir and one Edalinare (Zabraki, family).

Ba'buir: Mando'a, grandparent

I headcannon Ro as a doctor who did all the bookwork, but never the internships which I believe is eight-ish years of school? Correct me if I'm wrong I just wanted to keep the timeline in some kind of order for myself (leaving Arumorut at sixteen + eight years of school leaves Ro somewhere near 24 when they have Tann, 25 for the twins). I also know that half the stuff Ro does in Arumorut a unlicensed doctor could never do in real life, but in his mind it got him close enough to what he wanted to do, hence the joke about 'not a doctor but close enough'. He was pretty over med school, honestly. Besides, he learned the good stuff from Nejaa (who is nowhere near doctor status, think closer to field medic/EMT who has Seen Some Shit).

Riduur: Mando'a, spouse

Tann: Ryl, hope

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare: Mando'a, I know you forever, beloved.

In my brain, Dagon is like 6'4", 6'5"-ish and Ro is a short king comparatively coming in at a hot 5'8", 5'9" (he swears up and down he's a solid 5'10". He's not.) Ro is almost always little spoon and doesn't mind it one bit.

I feel like I need to add a disclaimer: did I accidentally create Numa and her uncle with Tann and Ro? Yes, yes I did. Do I really care at this point? No, because it makes moodboards easy. Numa and her family belong to Disney and Lucasfilms, I did not create them and I don't want anyone to think I did. That arc plus the fact she shows up in Rebels makes me cry.

[givgersnaps]

( LANA CONDOR, 21, FEMALE, FERROKINESIS 〕╰  CHARLOTTE ‘LOTTIE’ BUI just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  TYCHE  who  was  claimed  FOUR years  ago ?  i've  heard  chiron  say  that  she  is  EXTROVERTED & BUBBLY ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they'd  say  they're  RECKLESS & TROUBLESOME .  i'd  say  they  remind  me  of  freshly squeezed lemonade, the smell of gingerbread, the ringing of laughter, windchimes in the breeze, a deck of playing cards & the shimmer of gold drachmas. ,  especially  since  they're  NEUTRAL ABOUT THE NEW CABINS .  (  ✎  NICKY ,  24 ,  she/her ,  est .  )

Hi everyone! I’m Nicky and I’m here to introduce my bby Lottie! If you want to plot feel free to dm me here on tumblr or like his post and I’ll come to you!

Some characters that are similar to Charlotte are as follows:

·      the Stoll twins from the Percy Jackson Series 

·      Fred and George Weasley

·      Megan Parker from the show Drake and Josh

·      Jinx from the Teen Titans Cartoon

name: charlotte bui

nickname: lottie

birthdate: May 24, 1999

zodiac sign: gemini

gender/pronouns: female - she/her/they

ethnicity: vietnamese

nationality: american

appearance: lana condor

height: 5′4″

hometown: las vegas, nevada

demigod abilities: tychokinesis, aura of predictability, ferrokinesis, natural ability for gambling

cabin # + godly parent: cabin ninteen, daughter of tyche

favorite colors: pink, gold

Info/backstory

Charlotte was born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her Grandparents having immigrated to the States with their children when her father, Danh Bui was the age of five.

Her father grew up in Southern California, living in Fullerton and even attending college there. In High school he developed a strong interest in mathematics and probability theory. After graduating college instead of becoming a mathematics teacher as his parents hoped he would, he puts all his interest into card counting and becomes an expert in the craft. Moving to Las Vegas, he entered various competitions and frequently won large games on the strip. He eventually earned himself enough money to be able to buy his own apartment and have a comfortable lifestyle, using the extra money to help out various small businesses and people down on their luck. His large amount of good fortune caught the attention and interest of the goddess Tyche one night while he played cards, in disguise as a casino goer whom had just lost a large sum of money. Not thinking twice, Danh offered to help her with a large sum of money, winning her heart. This began their relationship which was glamorous and exciting. Her mother mother left after her birth, long having told Danh of who she truly was, he let her go with a heavy heart.

Charlotte grew up on the strip and joined her father to his games, both the ones he had in the city and the ones around the country and overseas. (whenever she could of course). When not with her father she was taken care of by her aunt Thi. Her aunt would do her best to control Lottie, but there was only so much she was capable of doing. Lottie would often get into trouble, at first pick pocketing from people for the fun of it, finding that she could easily make coins and gems come to her by simply wanting them to. That is until it began to give her a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach and a strange voice in her head which would scold her that she could swear wasn’t her own. Although she did it less she began to pick pocket only the rude or horrible and use the money towards good deeds. Later she would turn what she learned from her father and other gambling tactics she learned on her own into a small hustle on the streets, soon finding that she didn’t have to eve try to win at all, simply winning whenever she wanted to. Finding this interesting she began testing this out when going along with her father to games, sitting off outside of the gambling area in the casino watching people play. This was wen she found out that if she wanted someone to win, they would, and vice versa those she wanted to lose, did. This became her greatest hobby.

Mischievous at heart, Lottie’s family quickly learned that she is a completely unpredictable force. She enjoys puling pranks, causing accidents, messing with people and occasionally surprising people with good luck. Motives working on sheer whim, it is unable to predict whether she will do things simply to mess or toy with others, to make herself laugh, simply because she is bored or out of the goodness of her heart. Somewhere along the lines of doing all her deeds she learned to perfect her lying, making it almost impossible to know when she is being truthful or blatantly making things up as she goes along. The only one so far being her father, having known her the most. 

phrases she often says (you’re welcome): “noice” “that’s what she said” “ya nasty” 

She can be completely childish one moment and then super girly and emotionally deep the next, but mostly childish lets be honest.

super smart because c’mon, the girl can construct a massive domino effect pranks,  plan a heist she will never actually commit with an escape plan and made it out of high school without ever studying for a single test. (luck had a lot to do with that last one but you get what I mean). But believe me she just acts dumb, it works in her favor, no one suspects the dimwitted.

Uses her cuteness to her advantage with absolutely no shame.

Will fuck with you if you get on her bad side, yeah that’s right, you took the last of the cheesecake? She’ll give you the work luck for the rest of the year. Ridiculous? Over the top? Yes. But no fucks are given.

She is loyal to her family and by family she means her  bà nội (grandma), aunt Thi and dad. Her haf-siblings, she only knows recently so she doesn’t completely trust them per say. Though she is loyal to her friends, the ones that have managed to withstand her whirlwind of a personality.

[lesakuraciel]

trans ask game!

original by @solareclipselgbt

1.) what’s your gender and pronouns?

nb and they/them!

2.) what does your name mean (either literally, or to you personally)

i don't feel a particular connection to my birth name, though it is based off anna karenina (it's anna corinne), but i've been toying w the idea of going by ashe... obv it's based on the tree but to me it means walking through a dappled forest near the end of winter, timeless and strange and perfect

3.) when and how did you realize you were trans?

not entirely sure, def after i figured out i wasn't straight(which was aug. 2016), but as far as accepting my place under the /trans/ flag (i knew i was nb, but was still hesitant bc of the people against enbys iding as trans), that didn't happen until like. end of last year,

4.) what was the most helpful in figuring out and accepting yourself as trans?

my trans friends definitely!! and also doing a report on enbys in the trans community, and subsequently finding what, the white stripe means, i still have trouble asking people who already know me to use they/them though,, (i still say she/her is fine even though it's kinda not)

5.) have you or do you plan on medically transitioning?

i do plan to get top surgery! and soon, hopefully!!! other than that, i eventually want a hysterectomy, but no hrt

6.) what’s something you’re most looking forward to in your transition (or something that was your favorite part of transitioning)?

no! boobs! i hate them!! and not having to wear extra layers (read: binder) in summerr

7.) do you have dyed hair?

sjsjsnd yea it's dark blue right now don't think /that's/ natural lmao i even have The Haircut (tm)

8.) who was the first person you came out to (or plan to come out to)?

i'm pretty sure it was my good friend henry!! i mean, he also basically told me i wasn't straight cause i wouldn't admit it :'>

9.) what’s your favorite season?

fall!! so many pretty colors and finally, appropiate weather for the jackets i wear year-round,

10.) have you ever been to pride?

yep! i went to pride for the first time in tacoma last year!! (plan to go to the seattle one this year)

11.) if you’re on hrt, what changes suprised you the most?

not on hrt!

12.) what gives you the most gender euphoria?

oh being called "sir" definitely, and a xloae second is when strangers use they/them to refer to me!

13.) do you have a specific piece of clothing thats especially gender affirming to you?

hmm i mean my binder obv but other than that, certain shirts when i bind? idk they just Do(tm)

14.) what’s your favorite trans joke or meme?

friend who is very comfortable in their identity: talks abt someone not realizing and being transphobic around them/other people not knowing how trans things work/etc.

(sarcasm) wow i can't believe you're really a cishet

15.) if you’ve had any gender affirming surgeries, how was your experience? what are the biggest positive effects?

not had surgery yet, but kaiser permanante has been great so far in working w me !!!

16.) do you have any piercings?

haha just one in each ear, and i basically never use those

17.) who’s your favorite trans character? or do you have any characters you headcanon as trans?

we stan lup from taz in this house

other than that, i hc a lot of characters as trans! e.x. bakugo, todoroki, and kirishima (bnha), snufkin (moomins), indrid and angus (taz), and like, a lot more,,

18.) what do you wish other people understood better about being trans?

just. it's okay to ask pronouns. god

better to ask than to assume

also use context clues, jesus (like if someone isn't out, they may switch to a diff name for some people. never use it unless they ask you to)

19.) top 5 fav songs?

bohemian rhapsody - queen

oi - carbon leaf

light in the hallway - ptx

ocean city - anthony ramos (this isn't anywhere but soundcloud but it's So Good???? go listen)

wait for it - hamilton soundtrack

20.) what advice would you give your younger self?

you can be more assertive about being trans, most people are good abt it and those who aren't can learn or fuck right off

21.) do you have any pets?

yep! my baby, friend

and my doggo, kody!

22.) do you find yourself fitting into gender roles, or consider yourself gender non-conforming?

def gnc!! i like to be androgynous, whixh usually means wearing masc clothes bc i still present fem, somehow,

23.) are you part of your schools gsa or any lgbt organizations?

nope! i prefer to make friends by just chatting, and they usually end up being non-cishwt anyhow lmao

24.) any trans role models?

not really tbh, i see a lot of people that i want to emulate, but i can't think of any in particular atm.

now that i think abt it though, my friend henry has been a sort of guiding light in figuring out, accepting, and then loudly proclaiming my identity, bc i've def come a long way since sophomore year! (if you're reading this, thank u henry)

25.) did you go through multiple gender identities before figuring out your gender now?

yep! i id'ed as genderflux very shortly, then demigirl for a long time, and finally nb/genderqueer!

26.) what makes you most proud to be part of the trans community?

it's so positive and uplifting!! i love that people are just, kind to others that's v nice

27.) favorite movie growing up?

princess bride was and is my favorite movie, but mulan was my fav disney movie and well, if that was someone's fav movie and they ended up cishet? i'd be surprised

28.) if you went by multiple names before deciding your current name, which was the first?

n/a

29.) do you have any pride merch or pride related tattoos?

i have a rainbow flag (handheld) on my bookshelf, and a genderqueer one behind my bed (big)! i also have a trans flag shawl that i made, pan flag converse, several pride shirts, and a pride hat! i'm not shy about letting everyone know i'm neither straight nor cis lmao

30.) if you experience dysphoria, what do you find helps you the most?

binding definitely helps! i get mild dysphoria wearing anything other than a binder or sports bra, and also on my period :/

31.) do you have any siblings, friends, or family who are also trans?

@dorkryptos is my friend and so is henry!! none of my family is though ):

32.) which gender roles or cis beliefs do you find most ridiculous?

nail polish is feminine?? deodorant and razors are gendered???? flowy things are feminine????? guys can't have style beyond Tux(tm)????????????????? fuck all that noise

35.) if cis people didn’t exist for a day, what would you do?

33.) how did you decide on your current name?

go out and make some new friends! ^^

34.) do you fit any trans stereotypes?

i have dyed hair and That haircut, i'm fairly short and afab, i mostly wear ""masc"" clothes, i'm in high school, etc. etc.

ahah, i didn't? but w ashe i wanted smthn with the same initial, old-timey, and connected to nature

only like, every single trans nb stereotype,

[toastydehmer]

Colors Ask

Original list can be found here! Though some of these were doctored up a wee bit just so I could make better sense of them.

[RED] What are you most passionate about? How did this passion develope?

My passion has been creating these ideas and worlds and AUs or even just overarching plots to stories I'll probably never write. It started with my voracious habit to read - something I probably do WAY too much of if I'm too be honest. As I read I would theorize and extrapolate from what the story told so far and I guess it became a habit. Now I look at fandoms I like or pairings and suddenly and writing down notes, sketching designs, and looking up references for this whole new Alternate Universe just because I can. I love it!

[ORANGE] How many pieces of fruit do you aim to eat per day? What do you actually manage?

Uh, I don't eat often bub. A meal at McDonalds is enough to fill me up for an entire 24-hour period. I eat fruit when my body craves it which tends to be about once a week to every other week.

[YELLOW] What's your happy place? Real or fictional?

Okay. That 'happy place' idea is utter bullshit. When I get an anxiety/panick attack, I don't go to a tranquil place in my mind and start to feel better. That doesn't help because guess what, an idle mind is the perfect playground for personal demons. Happy Places probably exist but they don't do jackshit once you're already in one and besides, I couldn't never keep my thoughts straight enough in the middle of an attack to make a decision.

[GREEN] Do you prefer indoors or outdoors? What's your favorite flower to smell?

Indoors during winter and late autumn, outdoors the rest of the year. I like to just lay in the grass when the sun is high on a clear, breezy day and bask in the light like a cat. As for flower... hell if I know. A flower is a flower to my brain.

[BLUE] What is your favorite mode of long distance transportation? Have you ever been on a plane? If so, what was it like?

Uh, car. I've only been a plane plane twice (nearly passed right out walling to my seat the first time I was so terrified) but both were utterly boring. The book I brought with I finished before half the trip was over. Though it was fun seeing the clouds, I think they would get boring after so many trips. And besides, in a car trip on my own, I can play whatever music I want however loud I please.

[INDIGO] What's your top three names? Would you ever consider having children?

I actually have a list in Google Drive because my boyfriend and I had started talking about the possibility of having kids sometime in the next five to ten years. Looking at it, it's hard to choose but it follows a pattern of a Latin, Greek, or Irish word that had meaning.

Daughter: it would be Eirini (Greek: Peace), Elpida (Greek: Hope), and Nadur (Irish: Nature).

Son: Anam (Latin: Soul), Rioga (Irish: Royal), and Nostrum (Latin: Ours).

[VIOLET] What's your favorite cake flavour? Are you any good at baking?

Chocolate hands down. If it's chocolate you got me. And yes, I am very good at baking. My two favorite recipes are Red Velvet cake with Cream Cheese frosting and Flour-less Chocolate Torte. Both arevcompletely from scratch mind you, frosting and all. So god damned delicious.

[PURPLE] Do you support the Royal Family? Who is your favorite historical figure and why?

Royal Family? Well, I don't know anything about them instead of Royal Family how about President? And no, I do not support a large portion of Trump's decisions mainly to do with his methods and the nuances of those decisions.

Also, I don't really have a favorite hostiorical figure? Or even one I like? To me they're like one big tapestry that details the human race, one which is still continually being added to. They are a part of the whole. Which to put in layman's terms means I like history overall more than any singular person involved.

[PINK] What is your favorite animal? Zoos or farms?

CATS!!! I love house cats, big cats, wild cats, domesticated cats, exotic cats, local cats, cats, cats, cats! But not the musical, lol. But I'd rather see cats in their natural habits. Hells, I'd rather see all animals in their natural habits when considering non-domesticaed animal breeds. I don't like either of them if the purpose is to just visit the animals in them.

[TURQUOISE] Do you like being in the sea? What coastal town is your favorite to visit?

Hm. I was born and raised in the land of ten thousand lakes and have only ever been to the coast twice, the Gulf of Mexico and the Southern Californian coast in specific. I was able to wade into the ocean when I went to the Gulf but I don't think that would be a good choice to base my decision on as I was stung my floating remnants of jellyfish and then didn't risk going in again after that. To make things easier, let's go with large bodies of water in general, to which the answer is a wholesome yes. I love to swim and float in the water.

[MINT] Do you like astrology? Do you consider Pluto a 'real planet'?

Ah. This question. I do occasionally practice witchcraft when I have a good purpose to do so - such as making a charm for a friend, cleansing my home, and other such things. Astrology is part of what I do so yes, I like it in the sense that it helps me work or stronger correspondences. As for Pluto....bot really. Pluto is a dwarf planet by scientific standards. In my practice, there isn't much to tie it to outside of a person's sign related to it. It's hard to work with it because of this as all the other planets (substituting earth with the moon here) have ample correspondences.

[CRIMSON] Have you ever broken and bone before? Do you enjoy going to the dentist?

Hell no to both questions. Next!

[AMBER] Do you have a license to drive? If now, how do you get around?

Yes I do! I have a 2007 Volkswagen Jetta Wolfsberg edition. My first car, used it be my dad. I've had it for just about two years now and I keep her in tip top shape as much as a possibly can! Just wish I had a proper garage so I could do my own small repairs and work on her.

[LIME] Do you like monkeys? Do you believe the theory of evolution?

No, I don't really care for monkeys. And from a scientific standpoint, yes I do.

[TANGERINE] How tall are you? Do you ever wish you were taller or shorter?

I am literally just a hair below 5'11" and for a woman my age where I live, that is really tall. I match height with most men I've met. But I do sometimes wish I was shorter just because my height and stature paired with my resting bitch face tend to intimidate or slightly scare people when they first meet me. I often have to explain that, "No, I'm not angry, this is just my normal look when I'm not really feeling any specific emotion. You're fine, I swear. I just look like this." And I'm a gentle giant. Think BFG if you know it. I'm the one who will jump in to protect and be a meat shield for someone else but am unable to raise a hand for my own safety. People being scared of me just makes me feel really damn sad and depressed.

[AZURE] Which gender and sexuality do you most identify with?

Uuuuuuh. Hm. Well- that is kinda a hard question? For gender I think the closest I can relate to is genderfliud. I don't have any body dysphoria but I do know there are times I feel way more masculine than feminine. The reverse is just as equally true. And then there are times where I don't feel like I have a specific gender. Sexuality can make this kind of hard to pin down for me. Put it this way. I am panromantic but I find males sexually arousing much more than I do females. And for those curious (unlikely anyone) I'll go by any pronoun. He, she, it, they/them, I really don't give a fuck.

[BEIGE] What is your favorite pop/soda? Do you enjoy alcohol?

P E P S I. Coke is an abomination, something which my boyfriend heavily disagrees with the heathen... I don't....really like to drink often. Alcoholism kind of runs in the family and due to that, I'm more likely to form a codependency on it as well. My family on my Dad's side is heavily German if that helps make more sense. But I do enjoy sweet wines the very few times I allow myself a glass, no more than two.

[CORAL] What is your favorite Disney movie? Who does it better, Disney or Pixar?

You- you can't just ASK me this!! I grew up on Disney! To pick a favorite would be blasphemous of me!!! Also, if that didn't make it clear, Pixar can suck my sack. Disney for the win.

[SAPPHIRE] Do you wear any jewelry? What do you think looks best on other people?

I wear a silver ring on me right middle finger everyday 24/7 and only take it off during my job or when I'm going into any amount of water. I used to wear earrings as well but I lost my silver pair and I can only wear gold or silver. Yes, I have tried to nail polish trick and hypoallergenic. No, I couldn't get either to work with me. My ears would still puss around the non-pure metal earrings. Now I only wear any of my other earrings when I'm doing something special and never for more than a few hours or so.

[GOLD] What do you consider your biggest achievement? When was the last time you won (at) something?

Ah, achievements, things that