#look i never said he was the wisest guy out there

[lordprettyflackotara]

till dawn || eyeless jack || the finale

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. this one’s a lil fluffy not gonna hold you guys. i’m so sad to see till dawn end :’) but all good things must come to an end eventually. i think down the line i will create a bonus chapter, but for now this is the end of till dawn. love you all. mwah!

bonus part is here

Knock knock knock!

A groan of annoyance left your lips, your senses resuming as you regained consciousness.

“Wake up fuckers! You owe us waffles!” Ben’s cheery voice flooded your ears, his voice echoing down the hallway outside of Jacks room. You sighed, rolling over and shoving Jack awake. A confused snore escaped his lips, his eye sockets finally opening.

“Huh?”

“Ben wants waffles,” You sighed, flopping back down onto your pillow. Unfortunately you both had lost one too many rounds of mario kart, resorting in a wager of cooking breakfast to end in Ben’s favor. Jack groaned. “Okay Ben give us five minutes!” He called. You rubbed your eyes, looking over at the window. The sun had just reached above the trees, the sunlight beams streaming across the room. A triumphant Ben continued down the hallway, whistling proudly.

“Holy fuck, what time is it?”

Jack chuckled, sitting up against the headboard.

“I told you we’d only have till dawn before someone showed up at our doorstep about breakfast.”

He was right, but converting to rising at the early hours and staying up late was exhausting. You rolled over lazily, your back turned to him. “Have none of them ever heard of sleep schedules?” You grumbled. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle, your settlement into the mansion one that occurred with ease. Your charming personality and ability to cook won everyone over, even the proxies.

“We live in Slender’s mansion babe, we’re lucky the sun even rises here,” Jack replied, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your head. Slenderman’s reaction was a completely different story, the explanation of your existence the longest tale Jack had ever had to explain. Letting humans know about creeps existence was grounds for exile. It was forbidden to make spectacles out of themselves, even if the long term plan was for you to become a creep. (Which, it was not even an option to Jack.)

Becoming one, losing that grasp on sanity or facing an unfortunate fate of torture and death could never be planned though. Unless of course you were Jeff, then you knew how to create an arch nemesis. Jack would never want that for you, which he explained to Slender. Out of all of the mansions residents and outsiders, there was not another creature like Jack. A creature that went into an animalistic heat and needed to mate. Slender knew this and that led to his approval.

Another factor that Slender considered was that Jack was the oldest and wisest. If he was to entrust anyone to bring a human into the house, it was him.

Jack curled up beside you, your back pressing against his chest. “Sleepy this morning are we?” Jack asked teasingly, peppering kisses on your neck and shoulder. You chuckled, moving yourself closer to him. “I would’ve gotten better sleep if someone hadn’t kept me up all night,” You replied. A mischievous smile spread across Jacks lips, his hand slithering down to your hips.

“If it makes you feel any better i’m sure Clockwork didn’t get much sleep either,” Jack said, his lips refusing to stray far from your skin. His hand slithered further up your skin, slipping under your nightgown. You bit your bottom lip, Jacks fingertips lightly tracing your skin. “Thats gonna make a terrible first impression,” You sighed. Clockwork didn’t frequent at the mansion, leading to you never officially meeting her. Having her room be next door and hearing you beg for more? Not exactly the best first impression.

“There have been worse my love. When Jeff first came here Slender tried to make him a proxy. He tried to burn the mansion down,” Jack said, cupping your heart. Your thin panties blocked him from complete access to your cunt. Your breath was becoming shaky, your thighs opening more for him. He inhaled deeply, the smell of your arousal hitting his nostrils. “You just can’t get enough can you?” Jack teased. You groaned softly as he rubbed more harshly against the fabric.

“Of you? Never,” You replied, satisfied to feel Jack push your panties to the side. His lips attached themselves to your neck, his boner poking you from behind. You could feel him suck at your skin harshly, purposefully littering your neck with as many marks as possible. “I’m going to keep looking like a wounded puppy if my neck stays forever purple,” You chuckled, gasping as his fingers rubbed up and down your wet slick. You bit your bottom lip, two of his digits dipping into your cunt.

“My wounded puppy,” Jack snickered. He curled his fingers inside of you, your hand finding its way to his aching cock. He gasped as you palmed at the fabric of his basketball shorts, slipping your hand underneath the waistband. “Not sure if we’re doing to have time for this love,” Jack admitted, even if he didn’t want it to be true. You moaned in response, pumping his shaft as he finger fucked you. “It can be quick,” You offered. You bit the inside of your cheek, refraining from moaning louder.

“Please,” You whimpered, sealing your fate. Jack grinned, the two of you eagerly switching positions. Jacks back hit the soft mattress, licking his lips as you straddled him. Your panties had been discarded, his shorts and boxers pooling at his ankles. Jack was never one to not be in control of sex, even with you riding him. Sometimes he’d let you pretend you were in control, if he was feeling nice enough. But each time you got a bit out of line, Jack was quick to put you in your place. However, he couldn’t deny how ethereal you looked riding him.

You lowered yourself onto his cock, both of you exhaling in relief as he bottomed out inside of you. The shape of his cock bugled from your stomach as it always did, a subtle, very hot reminder that he was much bigger than you. Jacks hands found your hips, leaning forward to kiss you as he guided you. You groaned into his mouth as you rode his cock, his tip hitting your g spot. Playfully you grabbed his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. Jack admired your breast bouncing as you chased your high, riding him like a wild animal.

Your body over time came to crave Jacks almost identically to the way he craved yours. (He couldn’t help but wonder if scientifically his cum had altered your hormones.) You smiled lovingly as you looked down at Jack, his facial expression one of contentment. The sun had risen higher, hitting his face at a flattering angle. It highlighted his sharp jawline and round nose. “What’s so funny?” Jack asked. You shook your head, continuing to hold your sinful noises in the best you could as you rode his cock. “You just look so handsome like this,” You complimented.

Jack blinked, “What, under you?”

You giggled, playfully slapping his shoulder. “No EJ, with the sun shining on your skin,” You replied, rolling your eyes. Jack leaned forward, wrapping his arms around your back. He completely and utterly adored you, your flattery and complimentary of him meaning the world. “You look even better, so beautiful taking my cock like this,” He huffed, snapping his hips upwards. You whined as he began to move faster, taking control. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on his skin to control your noises.

“Thats it, bite me as hard as you want love. Mark me,” Jack panted, his cock abusing your cervix. He was tempted to say hell to breakfast, flipping you over and fucking you senseless like the animal inside of him craved. But he knew you cared about his roommates opinion of you, even if to Jack he wouldn’t consider them friends five out of seven days of the week. Your teeth sank into Jacks shoulder, a subtle growl escaping his throat.

Something about seeing you so primal, but so desperate to keep quiet made him pound into you harder. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, a trail of saliva dripping down Jacks shoulder as your teeth clenched around his skin. You whimpered, your hands tangling themselves in his hair as you came on his cock. Your walls spasmed around his shaft, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he came inside of you.

You released his shoulder, grimacing down at the bite mark. “Holy fuck, I don’t know where that came from,” You panted. Neither of you had moved, Jacks gaze moving to your breast. “Neither do I, but it was pretty fucking hot,” He admitted, kissing your breast.

‘Waffles! Waffles! Waffles!’

The sound of Toby and Ben chanting from downstairs made you chuckle. Jack could hear them slamming their silverware down on the kitchen table, the sound making his ears twitch. You slowly slid off of you, whimpering as your walls squeezed the air. His cum slowly dripped down your cunt, the sight the most satisfying sight to Jack in the world. He laid back on the bed, propping himself up with his hands behind his head.

He admired you as you brushed your hair, throwing on clothes. You were so focused, Jacks staring going over your head. It wasn’t until you were ready, turning around to find Jack undressed and unbothered. “What are you doing? Ben’s gonna come through our radio any minute now if you don’t get dressed,” You say. Jack rose to his feet, bringing your back against his chest. He towered over you easily, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your head. You giggled, examining your stomach. “Do you think you’ll ever get me pregnant one of these days?” You asked curiously. Jacks eyebrows furrowed, his large hands resting on top of yours. “You do know that’s scientifically impossible right?” He asked. Yeah, maybe his cum was seeping into your hormones. Or maybe your brain.

“Yeah it’s still a nice thought though,” You shrug. Turning around you wrapped your arms around his neck, admiring him from below. Your eyes were dancing with curiosity. Tilting your head to the side a simple question left your tongue, “If I somehow did, you’d want to keep it right?”

Millions of thoughts soared through Jacks mind, ones mixed with the joy of parenthood and ones of terror. Would the fetus become a demon just like him? Or would it be as beautiful as you? What would it eat? Would raising a child in a mansion full of monsters from its worst nightmares be sustainable? But as he looked down at your puppy dog eyes, your orbs flickering back and forth as you awaited an answer.

Creeps had never procreated before, successfully anyways. It would be a first for all of them, especially Jack. He wanted to believe there was a piece of him that wasn’t an organ eating monster. One that could raise and love a child that was a mixture with the person he loved the most. He was almost sure he would’ve gotten you pregnant by now, with the amount of times he’d locked you into the mating press alone.

Truth was Jack would give you whatever you wanted, even if it was most likely scientifically impossible. “I want whatever you want my love,” He purred, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

Bang bang bang!

“EJ learn how to keep it in your pants and pour some batter in the waffle maker instead!” Ben called.

You giggled, Jack sighing as he pulled on his pants.

“And in the mean time we have Ben.”

“We most certainly do and that’s enough for me.”

[ppnuggiex]

hiii!! i saw that your reqs are open <3 i'd like to req a mephi headcanon where the reader is a rlly busy & active student and they barely have time to meet even at school but reader can do meetings and work stuff with others! and he gets all jealous n sulky HEHE i think it would be a silly cute fluffy hc... thank u 💗🫶

　　　　　　MEPHISTOPHELES x gn reader

　　　　『　mephistopheles ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> mephisto getting jealous and needy when reader gets really busy

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, angst w/ comfort ,, some insecurity and doubt from mephisto ,, jealousy from him as well

　　— omg i just realized it said headcannon right now ,, and i was in the middle of writing a oneshot for it 😭 so ill link the oneshot that goes with it to this :3 ! these are kinda long ,, but tysm for requesting ! i love this guy sm ,, hes quite literally the text book definition for babygirl prove me wrong 🙄🤚 feel free to request anymore for mephisto :D !! hope you enjoy these headcannons <3 !!

| • its not rare for mephistopheles to feel left out when around you . after all ,, you did have pacts with all the avatars and were more than acquainted with two angels ,, a reaper ,, one of the wisest and strongest humans the human realm had to offer and were chummy with diavolo and barbatos .

| • it did make him question why you hung around him some days . he didnt mean much ,, just the son of a wealthy noble family within devildom . he may have known diavolo as a child ,, but it wasnt the same . it never felt the same ,, especially after lucifer had shown up in devildom .

| • what did you see in him ? compared to everyone else you knew ,, he wasnt much to you . at least ,, thats how he felt and what he thought . somehow ,, you saw more than just his wealth and title . you saw more of him ,, his interests and dislikes .

| • he didnt think of himself as that interesting ,, but he never let it get to him . though the fact you two were in a relationship meant more to him than you'd every know .

| • days turning to weeks that slipped into months of pining after you . money spent on gifts to give ,, only to be shoved into your hands as he looked away to hide his desire in his eyes ,, mumbling something about how he saw it and thought a human like mightve wanted it or whatever excuse he could fish out .

| • so mephistopheles understood that you get busy . after all ,, being apart of the exchange student program while being a student council member and doing your best to keep the brothers (namely mammon) in line was tiring . and ontop of it all was a shift you usually worked with mammon to help him with his debts . anything to get him to start working towards having less bills and debts to pay off .

| • he knew you worked hard ,, but it didnt stop his mind from being plagued with not the nicest thoughts . he couldnt stop himself from wandering if youre purposely taking on more work to keep yourself busy and away from him . was it true ? he hoped it wasnt ,, but he wouldnt be surprised . he wasnt as interesting as the seven brothers were . nor did he have money or power like diavolo and barbatos ,, or solomon . he was far from being holy and pure like raphael and simeon . he wasnt as funny or affectionate as thirteen either ,, he knew that .

| • but every time you would text him an apology ,, he couldnt help but bite the vile feeling in his heart . how it clenched in his chest whenever he would read the message and reply with reassurance that it was okay . even if it didnt feel okay .

| • it didnt help with how he would see one of the brothers clinging to you in the halls the next day . how you seemed to go unaware of his sorrows ,, yet it would be rude to march up and demand your attention ,, relationship or not .

| • at least ,, you werent aware of it until you dropped by the newspaper club room with a gift in hand for your lover . you realized you had gotten busy and carried away ,, barely seeing him in the halls and missing his texts when he'd send them during class or work .

| • a small treat from madame scream's and some matching jewelry you had saved up for held close to your torso as you opened the door ,, eyes catching mephistopheles as a smile curled on your lips .

| • you would apologize for neglecting him ,, presenting him with your gifts as you awaited for a response . it took him a few moments to realize the situation ,, emerald eyes wide with emotion and heart beating frantically within his chest .

| • a pout formed on his lips ,, standing up from his chair and pulling you into his embrace . his arms snug around you ,, trying to prevent himself from showing anymore weakness than he already was . especially in r.a.d. where anyone could walk in and see how vulnerable he was .

| • " thank you my dear ." he whispered ,, pressing a kiss to your head and opening the present box . inside were two necklaces ,, resembling hearts and two different letters on each one . a 'm' on one for his name ,, and another to match the first letter of your name . intertwined together ,, he unraveled the necklaces from each other ,, witnessing the half heart they made when taken apart .

| • “ i can help you put it on !” you offered with a smile ,, hand held out . he placed his half in your palm ,, leaning down to let you put it on . he shivered slightly when the cold metal brushed against his warm neck ,, your hands rustling lightly against his hair as you clipped it on .

| • he would forever treasure your gift ,, hiding it under his r.a.d. uniform but sometimes you could see the chain peak out around his neck . it would take more communication between you two ,, but you would help with his insecurities and make him feel as loved as you could .

| • whether he would tell you or not ,, after this incident you were quick to figure out when he felt isolated and left out ,, alone with his jealousy and sorrow . you promised not to let him get like that again ,, letting him know you would always be there for him whenever he felt this way .

[wavypotatochips]

Heyyy

Could you do one wereas you've liked Kylain for the longest time but you knew he would think nothing more than you as a friend. Him and his girlfriend break up and she moves on quickly. So he needs to aswell and chooses you to be his fake girlfriend for the meantime. You say yes ofc and it only just makes your feelings for him grow even more. Slowing so does his. Good ending please!

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 4.9k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: So sorry for the wait! I really enjoyed writing this so I may or may not have gone a bit overboard c': teehee hopefully you don't mind the length/ Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You've known Kylian for years and you've always had a bit of a crush on him. 

There's only one issue.

He is in a relationship, and you would never want to get in the way of that. Therefore, you make every effort to keep your emotions hidden and act as though nothing is wrong. But it's not always simple. Every time you're near him, your breath quickens, your palms become sweaty, and his presence takes over your thoughts. You try to divert your attention by concentrating on other things, but it's challenging when he's constantly present. You even find yourself inventing excuses to spend more time with him, despite the fact that it is only making things worse for you. You feel guilty for having these feelings and being unable to control them. You are aware that keeping your distance and attempting to move on are the wisest course of action, but it is much easier said than done. You can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had turned out differently, but you know you'll never know. So, for the time being, you know it's best to continue to mask your emotions and pretend that everything is alright. You'll smile and laugh with him, while secretly wishing that he could see you in a different light. You know that this is the best course of action, despite how it saddens you.

One night, Kylian texts you to come to his house urgently, and like a minion, you drop everything that you're doing and head to his house instantly. Different scenarios cross your mind as you drive to his house, wondering what is happening as he usually never texts you in such serious ways. When you arrive, Kylian greets you at the door with a frustrated expression on his face. "Hey," he says, leading you into his living room. "Thanks for coming over."

"What's going on?" you ask, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Is everything okay?"

Kylian takes a deep breath before speaking, "It's about my girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend.” You widen your eyes, wondering if you heard him correctly. Ex-girlfriend? You wait for him to continue,  "Amora and I broke up a week ago," he says, his voice filled with irritation. "She broke up with me, but didn't give me any reason why. And now, she's already posting pictures with another guy on Instagram." He pulls out his phone and shows you the photo, and your heart sinks even further. Amora is hugging a guy, and they look incredibly close. You can see the anger and frustration in Kylian's eyes, and you wish that there was something you could do to make him feel better.

"Yeah, they're definitely a bit close to being friends," you say softly. You wish that you could do more, but you know that you need to be careful. You've had feelings for him for a long time, and you don't want to do anything that could jeopardize your friendship.

"I'm sorry, Kylian," you say, your heart aching for him. "I can't imagine how frustrating that must be, especially after dating for a year."

Kylian looks up at you, and you can see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes. For a moment, you forget about everything else and just want to wrap him in a hug. But you know that you can't, not when his heart is still broken and his emotions are raw.

Kylian gestures towards the couch, indicating that he wants to sit down and share more. As you both settle in, he begins to confide in you about his relationship troubles. He expresses his frustration and disappointment that despite being together for a year, she became distant after just five months and started going out more frequently. Kylian acknowledges that her celebrity status could be a contributing factor, but he can't help feeling hurt and irritated about the amount of time and money he invested in the relationship. You listen as he talks, and you do your best to be there for him by responding with your insight when you can. You know that it won't solve all of his problems, but at least for now, you can be a shoulder for him to lean on. Kylian leans back into the couch and lets out a long sigh. You can see the exhaustion in his face and the weight of his emotions. "I just don't get it, you know? One day she's all in, and the next she's out. And now, she's already moved on with someone else like I meant nothing to her," he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

You reach over and place your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay to feel hurt and frustrated, Kylian. Breakups are never easy, especially when you invest so much time and energy into a relationship. But you have to remember that you're not defined by your relationship status or who you're with. You're an amazing person who deserves to be treated with respect and love," you say, trying to offer some words of comfort. Kylian looks over at you and gives you a small smile. "Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate you being here for me. You're always such a good friend," he says, his eyes reflecting gratitude. You smile back at him, but inside, you feel a pang of sadness. Moments like this, you wish you could be more than just a friend, someone who could make him happy and be there for him in a more intimate way. But for now, you'll continue to be the supportive friend that he needs.

Kylian stands up and looks down at you, "Which brings me to a plan I have in mind." You raise an eyebrow and ask, "What plan?" He nods and continues, "There's an event coming up next weekend and I was wondering if you could be my fake girlfriend for the night." You are taken aback and not sure what to say. "Fake girlfriend?" you repeat, trying to understand. Kylian nods and explains, "Amora already moved on with another guy so I  just want to make her jealous, show her that I have moved on too." He shrugs as if what he was proposing was not a big deal. You were left stunned and incredulous as you processed the words that Kylian had just spoken. He had just made an unexpected proposition - he wanted you to act as his pretend girlfriend for a single night. It was a bewildering request, and you struggled to comprehend why he would ask such a thing. However, despite the confusion and bewilderment that you felt, you couldn't deny the fluttering excitement that began to rise within you. After all, you have been crushing on Kylian for what feels like an eternity. The mere thought of being able to spend a night by his side, even if it was only pretend, was enough to make your heart race with anticipation. It was a risky move, considering that your feelings for him were real, but the opportunity to live out your wildest fantasy was a tempting prospect that you couldn't ignore. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hold his hand, to laugh at his jokes, and to feel his arm around your waist. The idea of playing the part of his girlfriend, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, sent your mind into overdrive. Was it worth the risk of potentially ruining your friendship if he found out your true feelings? Or should you play it safe and decline his offer?

"I don't know, Kylian. What if people find out it's all fake?" you say, trying to weigh the pros and cons.

"Don't worry, it's a private event, and there won't be any paparazzi around. We only need to present ourselves as a pair," he says with a smirk.

Despite the internal conflict that waged within you, the prospect of indulging in a fantasy with Kylian proved too enticing to pass up. You take a deep breath and give him a nod, agreeing to his request. It was a decision that could change everything, but for now, you couldn't deny the thrill that pulsed through your veins at the thought of what was to come.

“And when should we start pretending to date?” you ask with a hint of amusement in your tone.

He leans down to take your hand, causing your heart to race with anticipation. You try to calm your nerves and hope he can't hear your pounding heart. "Let's start now," he says as he pulls you towards him, pressing your chests together. You're taken aback by the sudden closeness, and he notices. "You're too nervous. We need to make it look natural," he says as he moves even closer, almost to the point of kissing. Your mind races as you try to control your breathing. After a few seconds, he laughs and steps back. "This is going to be great," he says, giving you a thumbs up. "If we pull it off, I'll take you anywhere you want."

You let out a small laugh, feeling relieved that the intense moment is over. "You better, because being your best friend is enough. Being your girlfriend is gross," you joke, trying to mask your true feelings. You're still reeling from the way he pulled you in and held you close.

He waves you off playfully. "You know you love me," he says as he heads towards the kitchen.

You follow him with a smile, feeling giddy inside. "Make me a snack, will ya?" you ask, knowing he won't say no.

"Why should I do that?" he asks playfully.

You sit on a bar stool, grinning at him. "Because you're my boyfriend, duh."

He chuckles at your response and heads to the fridge, grabbing some ingredients for your snack. He moves around the kitchen with ease while you observe him, loving the handsomeness of his features. As he prepares the snack, you can't help but steal glances at him. He looks up and catches you staring, causing you to quickly look away, feeling embarrassed.

"You okay there?" he asks with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and play it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just admiring the chef at work," you say with a teasing tone.

Although you find Kylian's motive for pretending to be in a relationship with you a bit unusual, as he is only doing so to evoke jealousy in someone else, you try to avoid dwelling on it too much and instead focus on the pleasure of having him as your pretend boyfriend. Besides, you've harbored feelings for him for quite some time, so being able to play the role of his girlfriend, even if it's just for show, is undoubtedly an enjoyable experience.

 Over the course of the next couple of days, you and Kylian persist in portraying yourselves as a couple, taking several opportunities to immerse yourselves in the romantic ambiance by going on a few dates together.  One day, you and Kylian went to the park for a picnic, and he brought along a basket of your favorite food. You two sat on the blanket, basking in the sun and talking about anything and everything. He even brought a futbol, and you two kicked it around until you were both out of breath. Another day, he took you to a fancy restaurant in the city. You dressed up for the occasion, and he looked dashing in a suit. You both ordered fancy dishes and talked about your dreams and aspirations. You felt like you were in a movie, and you savored every moment of it.  You're loving the fantasy relationship that's happening, as it's something you've always wished for.

Kylian seems to be enjoying it too, and the more you spend time together, the more you start to notice how comfortable he is with you. You've known each other for years, but it's as if you're getting to know him all over again. The way he smiles at you, the way he touches your hand, the way he looks into your eyes - it all feels different now.

As the weekend of the special event approaches, the excitement in the air is palpable. You and Kylian have been getting more comfortable with each other with each passing day, and the prospect of being seen as a couple in public is exhilarating. Kylian had insisted that you get ready at his house instead of meeting at the venue, just in case someone sees the two of you arrive separately and questions the authenticity of your relationship. You obliged and now you are in his guest bathroom getting ready. You hum to yourself as you place the finishing touches on your makeup. You've opted for a natural look, accentuating your best features with just a hint of shimmer. You take a deep breath and turn to your outfit, laid out neatly on the bed. It's a Whitney Sequin Maxi dress in black, with sparkles all over that catch the light and make you feel like a star. The dress drapes down the middle, allowing just a little bit of cleavage to show. It's a perfect balance of sophistication and sexiness, and you know that Kylian will love it. You slip into the dress and check yourself out in the full-length mirror. It fits like a glove and makes you feel like a million bucks.

As you slip on your black red bottom high heels, you feel a sense of confidence wash over you. You know that you look gorgeous, and you can't wait to show off your outfit to Kylian.

“Y/N The driver is here!,” Kylian's voice echoes through the hallway, you hurriedly grab your phone and earrings before heading towards the living room. The clicking sound of your heels against the marble floor is the only noise that fills the air. As you turn the corner and meet Kylian's gaze, you feel your cheeks flush at the intensity of his stare. Despite the fact that you've been spending more time together as part of your fake relationship, you can't help but feel a jolt of nervousness whenever he looks at you like this.

"Wow," he says, his eyes roaming over your figure. A smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the sight of you. "You look absolutely stunning, Y/N."

Even though you know this relationship is only a facade, it's difficult to resist the way his words make you feel. You've been trying to keep your true feelings for him hidden, but the more time you spend together, the harder it becomes. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself before replying, "Thanks, Kylian."

He steps towards you and takes your hand, leading you towards the front door. "Let's take a few photos before we head out," he suggests, pulling out his phone. 

You both approach the large mirror that is located near the entrance door and start to arrange yourselves. As he wraps his arm around your waist, you lean into him, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over you. To add a touch of mystery to the photo, you decide to hide behind the phone so that only your body is visible in the mirror picture. As you strike a pose, Kylian's hand moves from your waist to your back, pulling you in closer. The warmth of his body against yours sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but wonder if he feels the same way. But you push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that this is just for show. 

Kylian's hand lingers on your waist, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging. As he admires the photo on his phone, you nod in agreement that it looks fantastic. Watching him post the photo on his Instagram story, you realize that his arm is still wrapped around you. The touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you wonder if he feels the same way you do. "Annnd posted," Kylian chuckles, looking down at you with a gleam in his eyes. "Ready to go, my beloved?" His endearment catches you off guard, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. You smile in response and nod your head, feeling a surge of warmth spreading throughout your body. Kylian removes his arm from your waist and takes your hand, leading you outside. While walking you say, "Kylian, you don't have to hold my hand, you know. It's just the driver,"giggling softly. He simply shrugs before opening the car door for you. "I know, but I wanted to," he replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You smile and roll your eyes playfully as you step into the car and buckle up, still feeling the warmth of Kylian's hand in yours. As the car pulls out of the driveway, you can't help but feel a tinge of sadness knowing that this will be the last time you'll be pretending to be Kylian's girlfriend. But for the moment, you push those thoughts aside and focus on the present, enjoying the feeling of Kylian's company.

"So, are you excited for tonight?" Kylian asks, breaking the comfortable silence in the car.

You turn to face him and smile, "Of course, You know I'm never one to back down for free food and drinks."

Kylian chuckles, "So that's why you always ask to come over to my house,huh?"

You smile, "Maybe, maybe not. The world may never know."

The rest of the car ride is spent in comfortable silence, with the occasional small talk between you and Kylian.Your excitement and nervousness increase as the car approaches the event location since you can already see the glamor and beauty of the occasion. You didn't anticipate the size of the event to be that large when you anticipated attending a private one. Of course, you should have anticipated it would be a significant occasion when it comes to Kylian.

Kylian steps out of the car and offers his hand to help you out, "Shall we?"

You smile, nodding your head, “Yes we shall.”

Together, you both make your way inside the venue, with Kylian's arm around your waist once again. You can feel the eyes of the guests on you as you make your entrance, and you make sure to keep your head held up high. That's something that you did not have to fake, of course you would look prideful knowing that the man of your dreams is by your side. With Kylian's reassuring presence by your side, you feel confident and ready to face whatever the night has in store for you. With Kylian's hand still resting on your hips, he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter with warmth. You smile up at him, admiring how his features soften with the small gesture. "I'm going to head over to see Hakimi for a bit, okay?" he says, pulling away from you. You nod in understanding, though you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You love spending time with Kylian, and you two  just got there, so you thought maybe you two would at least spend some time together for a bit before separating. As he turns to leave, you watch him go with a twinge of longing. You know of Hakimi, of course, but you don't know him well enough to be considered friends. You sigh, pushing the thoughts away, and turn your attention to getting a drink. Walking over to the bar, you smile at the bartender and order a strawberry margarita. While you wait, you hum a tune to yourself and glance around the room. Your eyes eventually land on Kylian, who's now deep in conversation with his friend. Your gaze lingers on him for a moment, taking in how attractive he looks tonight. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes make your heart skip a beat. You can't help but think about how lucky you are to be dating such a wonderful person. 

you mean, be friends with such a wonderful person.

Lost in your thoughts, you're startled when someone clears their throat beside you. "Oh, I'm sorry," you quickly say, realizing that you might be in the way of someone else trying to order a drink. When you turn to face the person, you're surprised to see Amora standing there. You're a bit taken aback by her sudden presence, but you try not to show it.

"You're together with Kylian, right?" she asks, getting straight to the point. You nod, still feeling a bit confused as to why she's approaching you this way. Doesn't she have a new boyfriend? She simply nods her head and turns around to look at Kylian. You watch her for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy, but then you remind yourself that Kylian is with you, not her. 

Just then, the bartender hands you your drink, and you thank him before turning to leave. You can feel Amora's eyes on you as you walk away, but you try not to let it bother you. You make your way back to Kylian, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you see him waiting for you with a smile on his face.

"Wow, thank you for getting me a drink," Kylian says, teasing you with a playful smirk, as he takes the drink from your hand and takes a sip, leaving you pouting in mock indignation. "Heyyy, I didn't even get to taste it yet!" you complain, playfully tugging at his arm to retrieve your drink. He chuckles as he watches you take a sip, enjoying the moment with you.

Kylian chuckles lightly as he watches you drink, but then his gaze shifts, and you follow his line of sight to see what has caught his attention. You see her, the girl from his past, standing across the room. Your heart skips a beat, and a pang of jealousy flares up, but you try to brush it off.

Kylian continues to stare at her, and you can see his jaw clenched in frustration. It's clear that she's on his mind, and you feel a mix of emotions - insecurity, doubt, and a desire to comfort him.

In an impulsive move, you reach out and grab his hand, leading him towards the dance floor, hoping to distract him from his thoughts. "Come on, let's dance!" you say, quickly downing your drink and placing it on a random table before tugging him along with you.

You dance with abandon, not caring if you look silly or not, as long as it makes Kylian happy. At first, he watches you with amusement, but eventually he joins in and begins to have a good time. You smile, grateful that you could make him forget about his worries, even if it was just for a moment.

At first, Kylian watches your "horrible attempts" at dancing with an amused grin. You laugh and give him a playful nudge, urging him to join in. And gradually, you start to see his mood shift as he lets loose and starts moving to the music. As you dance together, you can feel the chemistry between you two, and it's like the rest of the world fades away. You catch glimpses of Kylian's smile, and it warms your heart to see him having a good time. It feels like he's only focusing on you, and it fills you with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The music pumps up, and you both lose yourselves in the rhythm, spinning and twirling, laughing and smiling. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you're grateful for this connection you share with Kylian.

After what feels like an eternity of dancing, the song ends, and you both catch your breath, still smiling at each other. Kylian pulls you close, his eyes locking with yours, and you can see the gratitude and affection in his gaze.

"Y/N, you truly mean a lot to me," he whispers softly, his voice filled with sincerity. You brush a stray strand of hair from his face and smile back at him. "And you mean a lot to me too," you reply, feeling a surge of love for him.

Kylian and Amora walked over to one of the tables situated around the dance floor and began to engage in a heated conversation. Kylian's eyes scanned the surroundings, not wanting to look at her directly. "Shouldn't you be with your new man right now?" he asked, his tone laced with disdain.

Amora snapped back, her voice tinged with jealously. "Shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend? Yet, you are here with me," she retorted sharply. Kylian was taken aback by her response and was about to leave when she grabbed his arm, whining, "Kyky, I'm jokinggggg," and grasping his hand. "Babe, why don't we go somewhere more private, huh?" she suggested, cupping his cheek. "I miss you."

Kylian was lost in thought, his eyes wandering around the room. He spotted you on the dance floor, dancing alone while waiting for his return. Memories of the past few weeks flooded his mind: the picnic you both shared, the way the sun had hit you, making you look even more beautiful, and the fancy dinner where he couldn't help but find you cute while shoving your face with mashed potatoes. These thoughts made him realize that his feelings for you were growing stronger, even though your relationship was supposed to be fake. He had never felt the happiness and love with Amora that he felt with you, even though you were only pretending. Suddenly, Amora's voice interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head slightly, focusing back on her. "Amora, we are done, just like you said. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my girlfriend." He quickly scanned the crowd, but this time, he couldn't find you. "But-" Amora tried to say, but Kylian didn't stick around to hear her out. He pushed his way back into the crowd, determined to find you. As he searched for you, he realized how much he truly cared for you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you and promised himself that he would tell you how he felt as soon as he found you. Finally, he spotted you in the distance, swaying to the rhythm of the music. A feeling of relief washed over him, and he made his way towards you, his heart beating with anticipation. As Kylian reaches you, he gently takes your hand and pulls you towards him. "Hey, do you mind if we go outside for some fresh air?," he says with a charming smile in an attempt to not make you feel too nervous..

Of course his smile does not help though. You nod, feeling slightly nervous about what he might say. Will he talk about Amora? Are they going to get back together?, your mind begins racing with questions. As you both walk outside, Kylian takes your hand in his and leads you to a more secluded area. He turns to face you and takes a deep breath before he starts speaking.

"I know this might sound crazy, but I've been thinking about us a lot lately. I know this started as a fake relationship, but...I've realized that my feelings for you are real," he says, his voice soft and sincere.

You look at him in shock, not quite sure what to say. Did you hear that right?

"I know this might be sudden, but I just can't deny how I feel anymore. Being with you, even if it's just pretend, has made me realize what I've been missing all this time," Kylian continues, taking a step closer to you.

You feel your heart racing as he leans in, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've never felt this way with anyone else, not even Amora. You make me so happy, and I just can't imagine going back to pretending that we're not together," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You take a step closer to him and reach up to cup his cheek, feeling a warmth spreading through your body at his confession. "Kylian, I...I had no idea you felt this way," you say, feeling a smile spreading across your face.

"But now that you've told me...I don't think I can go back to pretending either," you say, your voice soft and filled with emotion.

Kylian smiles at you and leans in, closing the distance between your lips. The kiss is gentle at first, but quickly deepens as you both wrap your arms around each other. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you can feel all the tension and confusion melting away as you realize that this is where you're meant to be.

As you pull away, you look up at Kylian and see a look of pure adoration in his eyes. "Even though this started as being fake, Y/N, Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I don't know…. Will you make me more sandwiches?,” you tease playfully.

He smiles,” Of course, anything for you,” he teases back,  leaning in to kiss you once more.

 You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders. It's not often that you get a chance at true love, but you know that with him by your side, anything is possible. Kylian wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You rest your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and you know in your heart that you want to be by his side, no matter what challenges may come your way.

[velvateen]

i am your singer (zoro x reader) smut

minors DNI.

fem bodied reader, no pronouns used!

warnings: sex. unprotected sex. idk

pt1 pt2

after meeting zoro and joining the strawhats, you and zoro spend the next days getting to know each other…

“So this is where you’ll sleep.”

“Oh, this is nice! It’s really all for me?” You asked Nami, gently setting your bag down on the bed..

“Yeah, even though I’m sure you’ll be sharing eventually,” she responded with a wink as she headed to the door, pausing to lean against the frame.

“Cut it out!” you turned around, laughing at her insinuation. She smiled.

The moonlight filtered in from behind her as she watched you continue to explore your new bedroom. “He really likes you, you know,” she motioned back with a nod, “I do too. All the crew does.” She began to walk out of your view “You’re just what we needed around here, someone to liven it all up!”

You smiled at her words and sighed. Hands on your hips, you evaluated the room with an air of content. This really was a huge change. Leaving to go live with some guy after making out with him at a bar was definitely not the wisest decision you could make, but you were so glad you did. If what Nami said was true about the crew liking you around, you were happy to know the feeling was mutual.

Being stuck in a stagnant town on a small island was stifling at best. Now on the open seas, with no guarantee of what tomorrow would bring, you were filled with excitement, and every doubt you had about leaving vanished. Before you could get too wrapped up in your thoughts, you heard someone clear their throat by the door. Turning around, you met soft gray eyes.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Zoro responded, lifting himself off the doorframe to walk to where you stood. You took a deep breath in and raised your arms to gesture around the room.

“Can you believe it! All mine!” You smiled, still thinking about your old life, abandoned for the better.

Zoro hummed a response and watched you while you walked to your bag and started putting clothes into the drawers next to your bed. He took a seat on the bed next to where you were working. In the moonlight spilling from the window across your face, he began noting your features. Beautiful, he thought.

He never really pursued people, always prioritising his goals in favor of romantic endeavors. But you. Maybe you caught him in a moment of weakness. Or maybe you were becoming the weakness itself. He was excited to find out which one it was. Either way, the silence between you two was comfortable as you worked to make the room your own.

“So, and I know we’ve done this all out of order,” you chuckled, breaking the silence, “but tell me about yourself.” Zoro moved, laying down on your bed and looking up at the ceiling, starting to tell you about himself, what he’s doing on the crew, how he met everyone, stories of their adventures so far, and eventually you’ve paused your tidywork, opting to sit next to him as you became more and more engrossed.

The hours slip away and the moonlight is replaced with that of a few lamps placed around the room. Quiet laughter and jokes that made the time pass until you noticed the sky start to brighten.

“No way! The sun is rising already,” you said, picking your head up from where you were laying next to Zoro, still talking all of the night away. He tore his gaze away from your smiling face and towards the dark blue sky.

“We should probably sleep,” he said, plopping back down next to you.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, staring from his eyes back to his lips, “we probably should.” Smirking, he cupped a hand around your jaw and pulled you into a sweet kiss. You broke away, giggling, you couldn’t help it. And he couldn’t help it either when he broke into a quiet laugh with you.

“What!” he chuckled, pulling away and looking at you, his eyes searching yours. You pulled him in for another series of light pecks, starting from his lips to his cheeks and jaw while you giggled incessantly.

“You’re delirious,” he stated, a wide smile cracking through his voice.

“I am so not! I’m just happy!” You calmed down from your fit, sighing and moving so the top of your head was tucked under his chin. “So happy,” you repeated.

His arms surrounded you and pulled you closer. Zoro wasn’t one for words, you realized, it was more through his actions that he displayed care and affection. With his arms around you, and to the sounds of his deep breathing, you fell asleep.

Waking up on a ship was different. The rocking sensation stuck to your body, and the larger waves that hugged the hull of the ship begged you to stay in bed. You stretched out, half expecting Zoro to have left at some time after you fell asleep. Your outstretched hand met his face with a slap and he shot up, half asleep and mumbling. You couldn’t repress the laugh that came from your lips.

“Sorry!” he turned to look at you and laid back down, pulling you to him as you had drifted throughout your sleep.

“Mm, morning” he grumbled.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” you ran a hand through his short green hair and he smiled.

A few minutes passed before you dared to break the silence, “We probably should get up.”

“Probably” he mumbled into your neck.

“I wanna be friends with everyone and get to know these pirates I live with for some reason now.”

“Some reason,” he repeated with a playful tone. Yawning, you got upout of his hold and rummaged through your clothes to find an outfit. You left your bedroom and went into the bathroom to change, looking in the mirror to check yourself. Presentable for your first day as a pirate, you’d say. A pirate! How exciting.

When you came out, Zoro had left. You peered to your bed where a note sat.

Crows nest.

Breakfast might be weird BTW.

Just ignore it.

-Z

Okay. Breakfast might be weird. Whatever that means. Zoro must’ve opened your window before he left because a warm breeze swirled around your room.

Breakfast was weird! Not weird in a bad way, just strangely extravagant. Sanji had prepared you a giant breakfast since he wasn’t sure of your preferences. Thanking him and leaving him to tend to a nosebleed, you left the kitchen and headed for the crow’s nest.

You walked in to see a very shirtless, very sweaty Zoro. You turned to leave, afraid you had come in at a bad time, even more afraid of what you would do or say if you stayed.

“Where you going!” He called, slightly huffing as he continued to lift some weights that looked like their weight should not be able to be supported by this ship. You paused, turning around, ignoring the blush that crawled up to your cheeks.

“Uh,” you started, trying desperately not to stare but to also not avoid his gaze. He nodded over his shoulder, “You can sit over there if you want, nice views,” he returned to his weights. You were grateful for the space he was offering you. You walked over and stood facing towards the open windows that extended a breeze into the room.

“Oh, wow,” you mumbled, taking in the scene of crystal blue water stretching for miles beyond you. As a breeze came in, you shivered.

“Cold?” You jumped and turned around, suddenly face to face with Zoro, and suddenly not cold at all. He walked to sit next to you, a white towel hung around his shoulders, the sweat that had been there wicked away. He sipped from a bottle of water while he looked out and some of it ran down his chin and neck. You gulped at the sight as he wiped it away with the back of his hand, and turned away back to the view you were sharing.

“Was breakfast weird?”

“It was, thanks for the warning,” you chuckled and looked around the room, “Are you up here a lot?” Zoro nodded.

“Gotta be if I wanna get stronger, you know.” He looked around too, “I bet we can make an area up here where you could hang out and read or whatever while I train.” You couldn’t hold back the beam that cracked through your lips at his thoughtfulness. He looked at you, shocked at your expression, a smile tracing the corners of his lips.

“What are you smiling at!?”

“You. You’re a big softie under all these muscles,” you prodded at his arm. Totally not an excuse to touch his arm. He laughed and grabbed your wrist, using his hold on you to pull you closer to him as he threw you over one shoulder, his hand settling on your waist.. You erupted into a fit of giggles and light kicks of protest.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” you faux-pouted.

“I swear I’m hearing something,” he scratched his head, feigning confusion.

“Shut up!” you laughed, lightly hitting your fists against his bare back. Not an excuse to touch his back, either. He concecded, letting you down in front of him, the laughter dying down now as a tension-filled silence took it’s place.

You pulled him down for a kiss, and as it deepened, the sense of lust took the place of innocence. Your lips chased eachother and his tongue sweeped your lips and you let him in, drawing him impossibly closer. You huffed as you pulled away, his thumb brushing across your swelling bottom lip.

Locking eyes, you came to a silent decision, and in unison the two of you frantically scurried down out of the crow’s nest.

Landing on the deck, Zoro grabbed your hand as you two attempted to walk very normally towards your room, although the subtle touches and grabs would definitely have given you away if anyone had happened to see you.

The door to your room had barely closed by the time Zoro had your shirt pulled over your head and discarded it somewhere on the floor. He kissed you as he walked you towards your bed, the back of your knees giving out as you hit it. He followed you as you fell gently down, kneeling between your legs.

Pulling away, he brushed hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes. “Is this okay,” he asked, a hand creeping down to your inner thigh. You met his eyes with excitement as you nodded, “Please.”

Your hands worked to pull down your shorts as you kicked them away, leaving you in only your undergarments. Your arms snaked around his bare chest to rest on his shoulders as he dipped down to kiss at your exposed thighs. You let out a surprised sound when he nipped at your skin, immeditely using his tongue to ease the pain. Noticing your growing impatience, he finally ventured to the place you wanted him to go to. Licking through your underwear, his tongue traced your slit, moaning as he got a taste of you. Hearing his sounds, you ran your hands through his hair and pulled him closer to your core. At this motion he smirked.

“You really should use your words, beautiful,” he said, “tell me where you want me to go, what you want me to do.”

“Please,” you looked away. His thick finger began to pull down your underwear, pulling your attention back towards him, his eyes pleading for you to say what you wanted.

“Please…?”

“Please Zoro, please fuck me–” you cut yourself off with a moan when his finger plunged into you without warning. He smiled, watching your face intently when his thumb came up to circle your clit. The expressions that were etched on your face were heavenly, and the hard on in his pants twitched with excitement.

“You’re so beautiful,” Zoro mumbled into you as his mouth replaced his thumb and he kissed your clit. You couldn’t help but groan when he slid another finger into you, the rough calluses on his fingers providing fraction enough for you to approach your high quickly. Feeling you tense around him, he pulled his hand away. You groaned at the sudden loss of stimulation coupled with the fading of your high. He stood up, taking off the remainder of his clothes.

“Not yet, okay beautiful? I wanna feel you around me first, and then I’ll let you come as many times as you want, that sound good?” You nodded as you pushed yourself towards the middle of the bed, him climbing over you. Zoro dipped down to kiss your neck, making sure to leave marks there for everyone to see at dinner tonight.

“How did I get so lucky,” he whispered against you, his large hands exploring your chest and abdomen while he lined himself up with your entrance.

You felt him shift against you, his dick beginning to give you back the friciton you had lost from earlier. Zoro looked up at you, and you nodded, giving him permission. He pushed in slowly, studying your face as he did, and when hints of discomfort crossed your face, he stopped for you to adjust.

A low guttural groan escaped his lips when he bottomed out.

“You’re doing so well for me, gorgeous,” he stuttered through clenched teeth. “Can I move now or do you need a second.”

Your hands wrapped to hold his muscular back, “Move, please Zoro, need you so bad.”

At your words he began to thrust into you slowly, his pace building as the time went by. He relished in the feeling of you all around him, your nails delightfully digging into his back. He leaned down to kiss you, melting together as the feeling of closeness encapsulated you both. His steady pace slowly became erratic and faster as he was nearing. He brought a hand down to rub your clit to bring you through your high first.

You moaned his name as you tightened around him, a feeling of hot bliss coursing through your veins. After hearing his name exit shamelessly from your swollen lips, Zoro’s hips stuttered as he finally let go deep inside you. He laid down on top of you while still inside, the both of you still breathing heavily. Zoro pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“If this is what being a pirate is like, then I would’ve joined a crew WAY sooner,” you laughed. He smiled and leaned up, your hands rubbing his back while he kissed you again. He really could not get enough of you.

You smiled as he pulled away, looking into your eyes. In them he swears he could see a future with you by his side as the two of you chase your dreams, but he would never say this out loud. Maybe he will one day, but not right now.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked.

“You.”

The giggle that left your lips was contagious, and Zoro couldn’t help but smile with you. You’ve become his weakness, he mused, pushing loose hairs away from your face.

“Oh,” you mumbled looking down to where you two were connected. Zoro’s eyes widened and a blush crept up his cheeks as he realized he was hard again.

“Thinking of me?”

A/N •.* okay first time writing smut be nice but also give me suggestions on what i can work on/ what you want to see from me next!! mwah bye•.*

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy: Chapter Sixteen

(AO3 counterpart here.)

Would the humans never go away?

Fireheart had to admit to his own building frustration as each night had the same answer to if the Clan could go back home: they could not, because the cars and humans were still in the forest. Each announcement from whoever scouted over the moorland elicited a louder and louder communal groan. They could all be grateful for the warm air in the Barn as the slush became snow that did not touch their temporary home, but even that was thinning their patience with how stuffy it could get.

What was also thinning quickly was the rodent population in the Barn. Every night it became steadily more challenging to find a mouse—the wisest of them had hid all this time and were not inclined to be discovered just because there was more room for them to wander. Granted, the added difficulty wore out the apprentices and warriors quicker, giving them all something to spend their energy on. Though, as Fireheart thought with every meal, he’d love to spend that energy on finding a mole or bird.

Bluestar and Speckletail allowed cats to walk around outside after the wrestling between apprentices got too loud and frequent, with the caveat that apprentices were to stay with a warrior at all times. To Fireheart’s disappointment, the kits were not included, and the two litters were stuck inside as the rest of the Clan got to explore the farmland.

“I’m sorry, little guy,” Fireheart said to Cloudkit as he prepared to go out with Greystripe. “I wish I could take you with me.”

Cloudkit, to his credit, did not pout about it as much as he could have. He just looked at the ground with a sigh.

Fireheart gave him a friendly nudge with a paw. “I’ll try to find something fun to bring back for you and your siblings. Is that alright?”

The fluffy kit perked up a little and nodded. “‘Kay. Make it really fun.”

Fireheart used the same paw to ruffle his nephew’s head-fur. “I’ll do my best.”

Bramblekit came up beside Cloudkit, glancing at Bluestar as she flinched walking by him. “What kinda fun will it be?” 

Fireheart ignored the look on Bluestar’s face and said, “It’s a surprise. Try to guess before I come back.” 

He turned and trotted away, catching up to Greystripe, and the pair strode off to the Barn’s right.

“I feel bad for the kits,” Greystripe said, shaking a snowflake off of his nose. “If I’m bored, I can only imagine how they’re doing.”

Fireheart opened his mouth and caught a snowflake of his own, taking a pause to marvel at the ice turning to water on his tongue before answering. “And even if they could go outside, there’s not much to do here. I mean, I know we kind of do the same thing every day at home, but…”

“We get to at least travel all over the place wherever we choose,” Greystripe replied. “And we do it a lot—hunting or marking borders or chasing off foxes—which means the nights we get to stay home and relax are so much sweeter, don’t you think?”

“You have a point.” Fireheart’s paw scraped at the very, very thin layer of snow on the ground. “I hope the humans leave soon.”

Greystripe grumbled, “They better. I don’t even know what they think they’re doing in there. The fire’s out.”

“I still think they’re looking for the dogs.”

“For this long? And they wouldn’t have caught them by now?”

“Well…” Fireheart started, before his eyes drifted over to a pair of cats ahead and to the left. “Ask him.”

“Get him to argue your point for you, sure,” Greystripe said with a friendly (restrained) nudge, and then called, “Hey, Ravenwing!”

Their friend looked up from watching Snowpaw pat and scoop at the snow and frozen earth. “Oh, hi. Where are you two going?”

“Just seeing if there’s anything out here that isn’t a mouse.” Greystripe led the way up to him. “Is this a new training tactic?”

Ravenwing gave Greystripe a dry look. “He’s exploring snow for the first time.”

Snowpaw seemed to just now notice the older toms. He straightened up and gestured with a twitch of his fur, something that Fireheart faintly remembered to mean “cold”, to which he nodded. He used a paw to point to Snowpaw and then to the white-dappled ground: that’s you. Snowpaw gleefully nodded back and scooped at the snow again, pulling it towards him in a molehill-lump.

“I’m glad that he’s enjoying himself,” Greystripe said, giving the little tom a fond look.

“Well!”

Eyes turned to Barley, round and smelling like strange meat, as he trotted over to them from the direction of the house. His patched fur, short though it was, flared out merrily.

“That’s the first time I’ve seen a cat like the snow,” he continued. “I sure hope he doesn’t get tired of it—he’s perfect for hunting in this weather.”

Ravenwing huffed a short chuff and turned to his apprentice again. “He’s going to need that coat, yeah. Hunting outside of the Barn is tough enough as it is.”

Barley blinked, then caught on and sighed sympathetically. “Ah, you’ve gotten the fever. Sick of mice, I take it?”

“A little,” Greystripe said. “Isn’t there anything else out here?”

“Well, sort of, but you don’t have to hunt it.” Barley turned around, gesturing with his tail for the warriors to follow.

Ravenwing nudged Snowpaw, getting his attention again, and was the first to go after Barley. Fireheart and Greystripe walked together, and Fireheart frowned as he sniffed the scent coming off of the loner.

What is that? he thought, narrowing his eyes. I could swear I’ve smelled it before…

He got his answer quickly, when Barley took a turn and trotted for a pair of dishes on the outside wall of the Barn. One dish had kibble in it, and the other had several slabs of pale meat. They were raw and fresh, and they smelled so familiar…

“Chicken!” Barley announced proudly. He took a step back, clearing the path to the food. “I only had one chunk myself. By all means, have at.”

Fireheart chanced a look at his friends, predicting their stunned and revolted faces.

“This is from your humans, isn’t it?” Greystripe said, grimacing. “There’s no way I’m eating that.”

Snowpaw tapped Ravenwing and signaled ‘prey’, tilting his head. Ravenwing shook his and said to Barely, “Er, we appreciate the offer, but… I think we’d all prefer natural-caught food.”

Barley, surprisingly, did not look remotely bothered. He rolled a broad shoulder. “Ah, well. I thought I’d offer. Didn’t want it to go to waste. Surely someone’s hungry enough to eat this, though.”

Fireheart thought for a moment. “Greystripe, help me bring some of this to the kits. They won’t mind it’s not mouse.”

“Seriously?” Greystripe squinted at his friend.

“Seriously,” Fireheart said breezily, and maneuvered past Barley to chomp down on a rather thick slab of meat, pulling it away from the bowl. He didn’t wait for Greystripe, just trotted off back in the direction of the doorway, not wanting to admit that the taste of the chicken was good enough to almost make him eat it himself. Going by the surprised noise Greystripe made, he had the same reaction.

Ravenwing and Snowpaw trailed behind as Fireheart entered the Barn, Greystripe now at his side. He called wordlessly and dropped the meat down at his paws, which Greystripe copied, and waved his tail in greeting as the kits waded through and around a pile of hay to investigate, Goldenflower behind them.

“Got a special treat for you, kits!” Fireheart said cheerfully. “Are you hungry?”

A few squeaks of eagerness, and Cloudkit led the charge as they crowded around the chicken and started biting into it without even sniffing it. Fireheart purred, watching their tails wag.

“What is this, honeymouse?” Goldenflower circled the kits and greeted Fireheart with a headbump. “It doesn’t smell like anything I know.”

“Barley’s humans threw out some extra meat for him,” Fireheart said, and just as she opened her mouth, he added, “I know, it’s from humans, but he’s not going to eat it all and it’d be silly to let food go to waste in winter.”

Goldenflower shut her mouth again with a sigh through her nose, though her eyes were affectionate. “Very well, then.”

“’Wh’zi?” Cloudkit asked, chomping on a chunk.

“It’s called ‘chicken’,” Fireheart replied. “It’s a meat only kittypets eat, because it’s given to them.”

Cloudkit’s rich blue eyes widened, surprised and intrigued. He swallowed his mouthful. “You mean they don’t hunt for food?”

“Right. They just eat what they get.” Fireheart caught the start of a grimace on Goldenflower’s face and hurriedly added, “But their food isn’t very good anyway. It’s way better to hunt.”

Cloudkit hummed thoughtfully as he took another bite.

“Well, at least they have something to distract them,” Brindleface said sleepily, yawning as she came around the corner to join the kits and matriarch. “Don’t tell Dustpelt you got them this, he’ll be furious.”

“About what?” Swiftpaw asked as he popped up around the outside of the door, trotting in with Lizardtail and nearly bumping into Ravenwing just ahead of them. When Fireheart gestured to the kits, he had a briefly confused look at what they were eating before saying, “Oh, yeah, don’t tell him about that. Barley offered me some of that stuff earlier, actually.”

“He didn’t take it,” Lizardtail said, in a tone like that was something to be proud of.

Fireheart decided not to comment on that, instead asking, “Did you go out to hunt too?”

Swiftpaw grumbled a sigh. “And there wasn’t anything out there.”

Lizardtail looked at his apprentice humorously, saying to Fireheart, “He’s trying to prove he’s ready for his assessment.” He tapped Swiftpaw with his tail. “Apparently, catching a lot of prey is the qualifier.”

“Something’s gotta be!” Swiftpaw gave his mentor a frustrated scowl. “You even said yourself that it’s about time for me to get my name! I know we’re not at home, but for crying out loud…!”

“Easy, easy.” Lizardtail gave a ‘quiet’ gesture with his paw. “Your sister doesn’t have a name either.”

“And it’s time for her, too!”

“Well, sometimes seer apprentices take longer.”

Swiftpaw grumbled again. Fireheart watched as his paws tip-tapped and his claws poked at the hard ground. Even with the appearance of mere eagerness to get his name, his jaw was clicking a bit and his tail-fur stuck out.

You just want a distraction while you’re not at home, Fireheart thought sympathetically.

“We’re all a little frustrated and bored,” he said aloud. “I get it. I’d love to see Swiftpaw get his name here, honestly. Think of that: he’d be the only cat in ThunderClan to have his ceremony where humans could see.”

Lizardtail’s lip twitched in distaste. “They better not peep in. We’ve been lucky that they haven’t bothered us.”

“Oh, they looked in here,” Goldenflower said, and though her voice was gentle as ever, her claws sank into the straws. “Earlier, when you all were gone.”

“They didn’t come in, at least,” Brindleface said. “Just looked and then left.”

Greystripe finally spoke up with a snort. “Hey, Swiftpaw, maybe your assessment can be chasing the humans away.”

“I could totally do that.” Swiftpaw chuffed even with the overly confident tone. “They’d see skinny old me and pelt it for their house.”

“You’re not that skinny anymore,” Lizardtail said, gently pushing at Swiftpaw’s side. “Ravenwing is way thinner than you. And you’re not fighting any humans.”

“I could fight Terror right now,” Swiftpaw said, nudging Lizardtail back. “A human’s nothing for an assessment.”

“What’s Terror?” Ashkit asked, lifting his head from what remained of the chicken.

“Oh—” Swiftpaw looked down at him, calming down immediately. “It’s a spirit. Uh, a scary one. It shows up as the most frightening thing you can imagine. Kind of a test, I think.”

“Ohhhh,” Ashkit said, blinking blankly. He tilted his head. “Why’s it test you?”

“A ‘test’ is a way to put it, I guess,” Ravenwing said, adding to Ashkit, “In stories, a lot of cats have to face it down and overcome their fear to continue on their quest. It could be a monster, or a Titan, or a human, or an owl. Whatever scares you the most, it sees, and it turns itself into.”

Aspenkit mumbled something nervously, but Ashkit puffed out his chest. “Well, I’m not afraid of nothing. I can fight it!”

Brindleface nosed his ear. “You don’t fight Terror, baby. You just have to be very brave and stand your ground.”

Tawnykit squinted. “That doesn’t sound very hard.”

“It’s harder when it’s the thing that scares you the most,” Ravenwing said, and gave a dark imitation of Yellowfang’s smirk, muttering seemingly to himself, “I’d love to see my Terror. Big stupid ball of judgement.”

Greystripe bumped his head on Ravenwing’s shoulder. “You’re lucky the thing doesn’t exist, then.”

“It totally exists!” Swiftpaw exclaimed, looking shocked. “Why else would we have stories about it?”

“RiverClan’s got poems about talking squirrels,” Greystripe scoffed. “You don’t say those are real.”

“RiverClan’s dumb,” Swiftpaw said, missing Fireheart’s instant frown. “But everyone talks about Terror. WindClan, ShadowClan, everyone. It’s real.”

“I see it every day,” Ravenwing murmured to Fireheart.

Fireheart turned his head away from watching Greystripe and Swiftpaw argue to whisper back, “I don’t think you see it as much as you used to.”

Ravenwing opened his mouth like he was about to make another sardonic remark, then closed his mouth and turned his eyes to Snowpaw, who was sniffing at the remains of the chicken.

“No,” he said quietly. “I don’t. You’re right.”

Warmth—pride, really—bloomed in Fireheart’s chest and he mimicked Greystripe’s headbump to Ravenwing’s other shoulder. “You’re like a whole new cat these days, you know that? It’s amazing.”

Ravenwing made a very soft and calm version of a splutter. “I don’t know…”

“Would you, as an apprentice, have been able to even try and talk to Snowpaw, much less teach him anything?” Fireheart said. “Or tell a story to everyone in the Clan? Or…”

Or expose murders in a trial?

Fireheart swallowed that thought. “Or anything, really? You were too afraid to even talk to Greystripe when I met you.”

He gauged Ravenwing’s eyes, which had turned contemplative. His face was completely serene—something Fireheart didn’t think he’d ever see in his life.

“I just mean to say I’m proud of you,” he added. “We all are, but me and Greystripe especially.”

Ravenwing twitched his whiskers, his eyes still on his apprentice, tussling with Cloudkit.

“Thanks,” he said, and purred under his breath.

[romanreignseater]

Pottery & Berries

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 17+

Warning: On the verge kind of smut.

This is only your SECOND date with✨thee✨infamous Roman Reigns and boy… does he have you going crazy right now.

A/N: Just another random idea that POPPED into my head. Plus, I miss my old Roman, just sooo sexy 😮‍💨.

GIF: @romanreigns

“I feel as though this date went really well. I’d love to take you out, for a part two let’s say?!” Said the devilishly handsome, Roman Reigns.

“I’d like that very much, you are quite a charmer.” You said smiling at him gracefully as you guys walked hand in hand back to your apartment. “Well, it’s a date. I’ll call you later princess”, that nickname made you melt and your heart swell.

And with that it was a kiss on the cheek goodbye. The last thing you had to remember him by before you are where you were today.

Present Day*

“Raven’s Pottery”, this is where he told me to meet him. It sounded pretty nice, but I’ve lived in this neighborhood for 3 years and I’ve never seen this place before. Well it’s always nice to try something new. I walked in to see to nothing, but his tall, muscular figure draped in all black (the usual). His velvety brown eyes, gorgeous black brown hair wrapped up into a bun, now a tad bit shorter, his classic taste in Jordan’s, laced to the top.

“Y/N”, he said standing right in front of me, waving his hand in my face. “Oh.. h-hey, sorry I think I zoned out”, as I snapped back into reality. He chuckled and reassured me it was okay. He guided me to my seat and sat next to me. ‘GOD… why did I decide to wear this white miniskirt’, you said to yourself. “Bold color to pick for a pottery date”, Roman said smiling dashingly. “Yeah… not the wisest choice”. “Cute skirt though”, he made me blush quickly with his notice of my miniskirt. Quickly after our little moment, the pottery teacher arrived.

Our pottery teacher, Raven, briefly showed us the Do’s and Dont’s of pottery, and we quickly started to make our pieces. With Roman’s gigantic feet, he accidentally spun the wheel to fast and clay got EVERYWHERE. “I’m so sorry”, “It’s okay Roman, this happens more than you think”, said Raven laughing. We both continued on your pieces. I chose to make a mug and Roman decided to make a bowl.

As time went on, the phone rang and Raven excused herself, leaving Roman and I alone. “You really wanted me to notice you in that little skirt”, said Roman. “I don’t know… I kind of just wore, because…”, he looked at you questionably waiting for your explanation. “You know… it’s cute”, you said nervously smiling. “Okay, I’ll believe that you wore it to look cute and not to make me stare at you for this entire date”, Roman said as he got up and walked to the sink to remove the clay from his hands. You let out a deep breath.

“You aren’t gonna put your bowl in the oven?” “Nah… I’ll do that later… right now I’ve got a better idea”, he said whispering that last part in your ear. He went into another room and came out with a bowl of strawberries split in the middle. He sat it on the table next to your station and he decided to sit right behind you to guide your hands. “Now this is a little more fun”, he said smirking at you wildly. “Yeah… those strawberries do look good”, “Well have one then”. He knew DAMN well your hands were COVERED in clay and you couldn’t grab a strawberry without stuffing a mouthful of clay at the same time. “My hands are a little dirty, don’t you think?!” You said sarcastically. He smiled and said…

“Don’t worry, I’ll feed you princess”.

Roman’s hands were only grasping my forearms when he decided to take a seat behind me, so his hands were still clean. My eyes were opened wide as his long fingers took a beating red strawberry from the bowl and put it in between his lips. He moved his face towards me, gesturing for me to take the strawberry from his lips. I opened my lips and darted my tongue out slightly as I took the from his mouth. We slightly kissed as we exchanged the strawberry between each others mouths.

I finally got a hold of the strawberry and quickly bit into the sweet skin as the juices burst into my mouth. “Bet you love that sweet strawberry, hmmmm?!” He said biting his lip, “I know you taste even sweeter though”. I wasn’t gonna shrivel down to the Tribal Chief now, we’re in TOO deep, “Bet you would like know?!” You said smirking. “I would like to know, but we’re gonna save that for another day, I gotta show you how much of a gentleman I am first”, his smile so ravishing. He then puts his big, warm hands onto my thighs and spread them open. “You want another strawberry baby?!”, “Yes p—lesa-e”.

The strawberry was in between his lips once again and this time we exchanged the strawberry back and forth, while kissing. I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed and squeezed my supple thighs. This time he was the one who got to eat the berry. “Awww, bet you wanted that sweet berry, huh?!” I just couldn’t stop staring at his big brown eyes. His hands continued to rubbed my thighs greatly as I couldn’t stop moaning. His hands went in and around my luscious thighs, he edged his fingers right by my cunt. My lace panties absolutely SOAKED. “You like it when I grab your thighs right there?!” Thumbs nearing my pussy, eyes coldly staring at me, and his lips wet with saliva.

His fingers grabbing and releasing the fat of my thighs, making me grind back on him. I couldn’t help how he was making me feel. We started to heavily make out, tongues fighting one another and lips forming together in sync. When we were interrupted by a voice shouting from another room. “Sorry, I was taking a big call, I’ll be out there in a second”. It was Raven, the pottery teacher. As much as I am for women supporting women, but that bitch killed my game. Roman quickly got up and arranged everything back in place. All the while, I am completely flustered Roman says…

“It’s alright. Just know, I’m still gonna get a taste of that berry soon”. My thighs were clamped shut to shafe off that feeling.

God… what did I do to deserve this BLESSING?!

I hope you guys enjoy this one, thanks for all the support on my first two fics 💕!! You can read them below.

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[jmdbjk]

Jungkook Weverse Magazine.

This interview was just a few weeks ago by the same author who wrote the BTS book. These photos are scrumptious...

All those years he's said he is still trying to discover himself....January 2021 New Year's message he said he felt personal growth and maturity but that he still didn’t feel like he was fully there yet, saying that he was still hoping to “find himself” in the upcoming year.

Fast forward two and a half years to July 2023: He basically decided to say "fuck it" and just be himself. Well done, well done, JK.

Its when he launched into a mak-guksu sauce TED talk like he was some sort of Korean Guy Fieri.... that's our Kookie. LET HIM KOOK.

I think he took his down-time seriously, reveled in being alone after so many years of being surrounded by people. I CAN RELATE. But now he's done with isolating himself... we all were wondering what was up with him back in early February. But he was being truthful, he was just enjoying being a lump on the couch.

As I said in an earlier post, I think JK found Seven sometime prior to April and his solo music activities seemed to gain momentum.

He realized in working on his own stuff that he had to be more assertive and he's doing great!

He said he wanted to be a "giant pop star" but in saying that, what he meant was this as he explains: "the ambition to be more appreciated and be even better. In a word: cool. That’s the whole reason I’m doing this. I want to be that kind of pop star someday—I want to be able to really experience that feeling. I hope the day comes that I can look at myself from a third-person perspective and give myself that kind of recognition. I’ll know I’m that kind of pop star once I can do that."

Because he still does not feel like the big superstar he already is. We saw that when he thought he wouldn't be recognized at Coachella. And because he's so grounded, he may never reach that level of self aggrandizing. Maybe he thinks artists like Justin Beiber are giant pop stars and JK has aspirations to be like that. What he doesn't realize is he does not have the sort of ego that would drive him to see himself that way. What makes him a superstar is how WE feel about him and how WE see him.

When he was talking about his performing and dancing and wanting to come off more natural, I wish he could hear this advice from me: keep practicing by feeding off the energy of the member who naturally brings that out in you and eventually it will become second nature. You've been watching this member since almost day one and have learned so much from him already. Your chemistry with him is one of the things that has made you, you. When you decided to stick close to him, whatever day that was long ago, it was probably the wisest thing you could have ever done, Kookie.

Read the Weverse magazine article here.

[ikeromantic]

Omg I’m so glad I saw your reblog bc I would have totally missed it!!! Ikesen was also my first otome game so I have so much love for it as well 🥰🥰

May I request Kanetsugu + Beauty + 🥳

Thank you!!

I hope this fits Kanetsugu well enough. I had this scene in my head and had to write it ^_^ Approx. 1100 words.

Kanetsugu observed the girl in profile, studying her as he might a piece of fine porcelain or a painting. She was lovely. He could admit as much to himself. There were some features another might define as a flaw, but to him, these only made her more beautiful. Like a gemstone with a rare inclusion. Flawed and yet more precious for it. 

She did not notice his careful study. Her attention was on Shingen and his teasing antics. Takeda could be very charming when he wanted to be, and she seemed quite taken with him. Smiling and laughing, her eyes lit up with an inner joy. 

He felt that light like a tidal pull. As if she were a celestial body, and he was being pulled all unwilling into her orbit. The wisest choice would be to leave before she became inescapable, but already he did not truly want to pull free. Instead, he told himself a comfortable lie. 

That he could appreciate her beauty from afar, with only his eyes and a neutral, cold sort of love. As one might have for a favorite scroll or poem. Not with his touch, neither with hand nor lips, though both ached for her beauty and set off an ignoble fire in his chest. 

“Aren’t you going to share a drink with me?” Kenshin pushed a cup of sake toward him. 

“Yeah! This is a celebration.” Shingen’s attention shifted to the vassal sitting uncomfortably at his lord’s left hand. 

He had a refusal already on his lips when she turned toward him. Mai. Her lips were the color of sakura, soft as satin and sin. A smile lifted them at the edges, as gentle and warm as a summer breeze. Kanetsugu forced himself to observe her like a painting. Too perfect in the details, too alluring. 

“Won’t you share just one drink tonight, Kanetsugu? To celebrate with us?” Her gaze held his and he felt the barrier between them shiver and crack. 

“I - fine. One drink.” He lifted the cup Kenshin set for him. The sake’s faint sweetness hit his tongue, warming him all the way down. It was a good wine, strong too. He could already feel his tense shoulders begin to loosen. 

Kenshin gestured for another pour. “Another.” He gave his vassal a flat look. “You never drink with me. You can have at least one more.”

With a sigh, Kanetsugu acquiesced. “One more.”

Mai smiled. “I can pour for you.” Before he could deny her, she was there by his side. Close enough to touch. No portrait, she. Her arm brushed his as she leaned forward to fill his cup and then back out of the way. 

He tried to find his iron will, but it appeared to have fled. Kantesugu knew he should follow it but he wanted to stay. To pull the lovely Mai into his lap and bite her in the curve of her shoulder where it met her graceful neck. It was the sake, he thought, even as he knew the alcohol wasn’t to blame. 

“See Yuki? Kanetsugu can lighten up sometimes.” Shingen laughed. 

Yukimura raised a skeptical eyebrow. “He looks as serious as he always does.” 

Sasuke shook his head. “I can see a .6 millimeter decrease in the height of his shoulders, likely due to the intake of one cup of sake. I calculate it will take a minimum of two liters to reach maximum hilarity.”

“I have no idea what you just said, but it sounds like you think Kanetsugu should drink more.” Yuki’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not sure that’s sa-”

“My ninja shows great wisdom.” Kenshin’s almost smile curled the edges of his mouth.

Kanetsugu drank the second cup with a sense of resignation. 

Mai’s hair tickled his cheek as she reached forward to pick up his cup. “I don’t think Kanetsugu is enjoying this, guys. You shouldn’t make someone - hey!”

He felt his self control begin to snap, recoiling like a broken bow string to sting his cheek. Only, no, it was Mai’s hand. Kanetsugu realized he’d followed through on his desire and now she was on his lap. 

“Did you just slap Kanetsugu?” Yukimura’s eyebrows shot up. 

“It’s rude to just grab someone,” she scolded. The words were cold water, bringing him back to his senses. He stood, dumping her unceremoniously to the floor. 

“My . . . apologies. I must - I need to -” He paused and took a steadying breath. His vision swam as he bowed. “Good night all.” He left, walking as best he could. Foolish to allow himself to be pressured into drinking, especially when he hadn’t eaten yet today. Foolish to let himself lose control for even a moment in her presence. 

Mai. 

The sounds of celebration followed him for awhile, until he made it clear of the castle and out into the cool night air. Above him, the stars shone with silvery light, and just above the eastern wall sat a bright crescent moon. Cold and distant and peaceful.

As he should be. 

The sake burned in his belly and raced hotly through his veins, contesting him with ruthless abandon. Kanetsugu knew if he was not careful, he would lose himself to the beast. He needed to clear his head.

He walked through the quiet streets until he reached a small postern gate. It led to an empty grass field, fallow this season. Perfect to settle himself. Kanetsugu found a rock and sat down. He let the evening breeze ease the heat in his blood. Eyes closed, breath deep and slow.

“Kanetsugu?” Mai’s voice brought him fully alert. 

“Why did you follow me,” he snapped. 

“I . . . sorry. I thought you might need some water?” She held out a jug. “I can set it down and leave. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

He watched her set it on the ground between them and then turn to go. “Wait.” The word left his mouth before he knew it was there. 

“Hm?” Mai stopped, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Thank you.” 

She smiled at him with a gentleness that hurt. “You’re welcome.” 

Kanetsugu clamped his jaw tight against an invitation to her to stay, to sit here beside him. He was afraid of what he might do, here alone with her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted it the way a man wants to keep breathing. A tremor ran through his body as he forced himself to give her a polite wave. A gesture of goodbye. 

“Have a good night.” She gifted him with another sweet smile. “And don’t stay out here too late. You need to sleep sometimes too.” 

And then she was gone, back to the castle, to the party, safely out of his reach. He stared at the place she’d been for a long moment, wishing for things he could not have.

[deranged-chinchilla]

u deserve better, but better isn’t me :( | ellie williams x fem!crybaby!reader

angst, friends to lovers, and some joint smoking 🤫

black shirt ellie brainrot is so bad

ellie couldn’t focus if she tried, no matter how hard she stared at the screen of her laptop, she couldn’t forget the sight of you crying to her about your shitty ex boyfriend who cheated on you before passing out in her lap.

she had to focus, for her sake and yours.

you’d been through enough heartbreak, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she were the reason you cried like that.

she gently moved you over so you were instead laying on a pillow, but she noticed you visibly shiver at the loss of contact making her heart ache.

she quickly grabbed the blanket on the couch behind her, draping it over your sleeping form as she looked at the still drying tears on your face.

she sighed, reaching over to take out a makeup wipe from your bag before looking over the ruined mascara under your eyes.

she bit her lip as she tenderly began cleaning your face, making sure she got every sticky dark piece from your face before looking over your soft features.

“i wish i could show you how much better you deserve…” she whispered, pressing a parting kiss to your head before she got up.

heading outside, she lit a joint between her lips, smoke spilling from her mouth.

she looked up at the stars, remembering how the two of you would stay up til midnight to catch the meteor showers and count all the constellations.

you guys even named a couple after you guys, saying as long as those stars were up there, you guys would be inseparable.

and how right you were for that, but ellie was catching feelings and she wasn’t ready to face that.

or what that’d do to your current friendship.

she took another hit, the door behind her opening making her spin around.

when you stepped outside, she thought she’d relax but she stared, taking in your form as you rubbed your tired eyes.

“thank you for cleaning me up.” you chuckled, leaning against the porch beside her as she passed you the joint letting you take a couple hits. “i’m sorry i’m such a mess.”

“what’s being human if you aren’t a little messy?” ellie smiled. “and no worries. i gotta take care of my girl.”

you passed her back the joint, leaning your head on her shoulder making her smile to herself, taking another hit before leaning her head on yours.

“he’s not even worth the tears anymore.” you concluded, the warmth of being beside her slowly mending your broken heart.

“he never was. he’s a douche, you deserve a guy that’ll give you everything you give him and more.” ellie said, ashing the joint as she brought it back to her lips.

“this is why i love you. you’re so wise.” you hugged her making her stiffen at those words.

“yeah, i’m the wisest…” she sighed softly, hugging you back.

but as she wrapped her arms around your waist, she couldn’t help the butterflies that flooded her stomach as she felt your body press against her, your perfect curves and soft skin so close to her, it was too much to handle.

so before she could permanently attach herself to you, she pulled away making you do the same.

“did i do something wrong?” you asked, sensing her suddenly get distant with you making her shake her head.

“of course not. this is all me.” she chuckled, her grip on the guardrails getting tight as the joint slowly went out due to the crisp night air.

“what is? ellie, talk to me.” she hated how much your words had an impact on her making her turn on her heels to head back inside, not even holding the door for you like she usually would.

you hurriedly follow her, closing the door behind you as you watched her put away her joint and lighter.

“els, i don’t want to beg you for answers.” you said in defeat making her huff, turning to face you.

“then don’t, let’s drop this conversation right now.” she began to walk off but you grabbed her arm.

“no, ellie, look at me.” you said to her, earning her piercing green gaze. “you get distant like this and it’s happening more and more often.”

ellie cursed to herself, not realizing how long she’s been head over heels for you.

“is it something i did?” you asked softly making her want to eat her own heart over how terrible those words hurt her.

she wanted to say “no, baby, you didn’t do anything wrong.” or “no, you’re perfect, more perfect than perfect, i just don’t want to ruin what we have.” but all her words became jumbled as she watched your pretty eyes tear up some more.

“because i was fine with losing my boyfriend, if i lose you, i don’t know if i’ll keep breathing.” you admitted weakly as ellie tried to form the words to reassure you but they didn’t want to cooperate.

so instead, she pulled you into a warm hug.

you sobbed into her chest as her hand rubbed your back and the other played with your hair.

“im not going anywhere..” ellie promised as you wept, reaching down to cup your face and wipe your tears away with her thumbs.

you looked up at her, the tension between the two of you was thick.

her eyes were glancing from your eyes, to your puffy lips, to your flustered face as she collected herself, calming her nerves with a deep breath.

“im not going anywhere because i’m in love with you.” she told you straight up making your eyes widen as you freeze. “and i want you to be happy, and loved, so so loved, more loved than you could possibly imagine and i don’t know if i have the capacity to give you what you deserve, i—“

she’s cut off from her heartfelt ramble when you cup her face and bring her lips down to yours.

you stay like that, your lips connected in a way that healed both of you from the scars of your repressed affection for each other.

you pulled away, looking up at ellie who still had that conflicted look in her eyes.

“you’re the greatest gift this earth could’ve ever given me, so don’t sell yourself short.” you whispered making her bite back her smile.

“yes, ma’am.” ellie pressed you against the wall, her hand gently holding you by the throat making you gasp, but she captured your lips in hers before you could say anything.

you melted in her grip, your eyes fluttering shut with bliss as you kissed her back lovingly.

when she pulled away, you tried following her before you came to your senses and opened your eyes.

“you’ve always been corny, you know that?” ellie smirked, her breath brushing over your lips making you bite them.

“oh, shut up.” you groaned making her grip tighten which caused you to let out a soft moan.

“what was that?” ellie asked softly, leaning in.

“n—nothing, im sorry.” you whimpered making her nod as she tilted your head up by moving her hand from your neck to grabbing your chin.

“that’s what i thought.” she smiled, pressing her lips to yours.

[spacejams]

midnights (3 am) ask prompts

this masterlist of prompts was created as part of the rph server's 2022 gift exchange for @caffeinatedresources / @elitemikaelsonheiressqueen !

lavender haze

"meet me at midnight."

"all this shit is new to me."

"the only kind of girl they see is a one night or a wife."

maroon

"how'd we end up on the floor, anyway?"

"and i chose you."

"how the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

"that's a real fucking legacy to leave."

anti-hero

"i get older, but just never wiser."

"i should not be left to my own devices."

"tale as old as time."

"you got tired of my scheming."

"it's me, hi."

"i'm the problem."

"it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero."

"sometimes, i feel like everybody is a sexy baby."

"i have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money."

"she thinks i left them in the will."

"she's laughing up at us from hell."

snow on the beach

"i saw flecks of what could've been lights."

"it might just have been you, passing by."

"life is emotionally abusive."

"and my flight was awful, thanks for asking."

"i'm unglued, thanks to you."

"weird, but fuckin' beautiful."

"tonight feels impossible."

"to hide that would be so dishonest."

"it's fine to fake it 'til you make it."

"i don't even dare to wish it."

"can this be a real thing?"

you're on your own, kid

"i play it cool with the best of them."

"he's gonna notice me."

"it's okay, we're the best of friends."

"i hear it in your voice."

"i didn't choose this town."

"i waited ages to see you there."

"you're on your own, kid. you always have been."

"i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this."

"you've got no reason to be afraid."

question

"big city, wrong choices."

"fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications."

"can i ask you a question?"

"do you wish you could still touch her?"

"it's just a question."

"what's that that i heard? that you're still with her?"

"that's nice, i'm sure that's what's suitable."

bejeweled

"i think i've been a little too kind."

"putting someone first only works when you're in their top five."

"by the way, i'm going out tonight."

"familiarity breeds contempt."

"baby boy, i think i've been too good of a girl."

"i think it's time to teach some lessons."

labyrinth

"it only hurts this much right now."

"i'll be getting over you my whole life."

"you know how scared i am of elevators."

"you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back."

karma

"you're talking shit for the hell of it"

"karma's a relaxing thought."

"ask me what I learned from all those years."

"ask me why so many fade, but i'm still here."

sweet nothing

"they said the end is coming."

"everyone's up to something."

"i found myself running home to your sweet nothings."

"all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing."

"on the way home, i wrote a poem."

"i'm just too soft for all of it."

mastermind

"what if i told you none of it was accidental?"

"what if i told you i'm a mastermind?"

"all the wisest women had to do it this way."

"if you fail to plan, you plan to fail."

"no one wanted to play with me as a little kid."

"this this the first time i've felt the need to confess."

"i'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care."

"you knew that i'm a mastermind."

bigger than the whole sky

"'cause it's all over now, all out to sea."

"you were more than just a short time."

"i've got a lot to pine about."

"i've got a lot to live without."

paris

"your ex-friend's sister met someone at a club, and he kissed her."

"turns out it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago."

"all the outfits were terrible."

"did you see the photos?"

"i'm so in love that i might stop breathing."

high infidelity

"i didn't know you were keeping count."

"do you really want to know where I was april 29th?"

"seemed like the right thing at the time."

glitch

"we were supposed to be just friends."

"you don't live in my part of town, but maybe i'll see you out some weekend."

would've, could've, should've

"if you would've blinked then i would've looked away at the first glance."

"and i damn sure never would've danced with the devil."

"now that i'm grown, i'm scared of ghosts."

"now that i know, i wish you'd left me wondering."

"but, lord, you made me feel important."

"you tried to erase us."

"you're a crisis of my faith."

"i miss who i used to be."

"i regret you all the time."

"i keep on waiting for a sign."

"I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep."

[smolvenger]

Used Goods, Part Two

Summary: You are betrothed to marry your dear Prince Hal. But you are informed of a law that says that the woman who marries the prince or king must be chaste or else you are committing treason. That is unless someone tells the Prince before the marriage. This forces you to go to your beloved and confess how you were sexually assaulted as a child. How will he react? Is your engagement now over?

Warnings: Discussions of Past Sexual Abuse, Some Angst around the middle but lots of Fluffy and Hurt/Comfort Moments. . Discussions of marriage, and a bit of mild violence at the end. Spoiler Alert: Hal respects women.

A/N: Hi guys! The inspiration for this was that I was reading about Catherine Howard, the fifth of the six wives of Henry VIII, and how it was because of the Law of Contract, that she was not a virgin when she married the king (in addition to her allegedly wanting to commit adultery) that she was executed. So it gets...cathartic and dramatic. The actual assault is never portrayed but discussed.

In case you couldn't tell, I'm on a huge Tom Hiddleston kick so I HAVE to write something with my personal favorite (non-Loki) character of his, my boy/Babygirl Prince Hal. This is super indulgent hurt/comfort and fluff, so enjoy!

“Y/N, are you in danger? Are you being threatened?” he asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“No, I am not…” you responded.

“Are you sick?”

“No, it’s only…I just…I just found out…your father’s advisor, Warwick, he just visited me.”

“Oh, Warwick! The wisest, good fellow. He always defends me before father when I need it most,” Hal commented.

You sat down on a chair in front of the crackling fire. Hal looked back at you.

“What is it, my love- you’re trembling!”

Looking down, your hands were shaking. Your lips were quivering yet no sound came out.

“ And what about the…the Law of Contract. Did he…what did he say to you?”

He sat down on the chair near you. His brows furrowed and there was a darkness in his eyes. Dear God, he was going to get angry, you feared. But it had to be over with. You crossed your arms over, slumping in your chair.

“He only reminded me of it. He said I cannot be an unchaste woman and marry you. But…Henry…Henry, Hal, Harry I…”

The words wanted to come out of you…but it was not quite there. You saw his grip on his knee begin to clutch.

“Y/N…we are alone. You are safe, you can tell me.” He assured you.

“Henry…I won’t be entering this marriage a virgin…” you confessed.

You saw the expression on his face had only changed with his eyebrows raising.

“So you”

The words came out of you, the most important detail of it all.

“But it wasn’t my choice!” you cried.

He froze. There was silence except for the fire. You put a hand over your mouth and backed deeper into the chair.

“You mean…”

Then it went alight, his blue eyes blinked and then went big. His beautiful face turned stark white. He walked up to you. You wondered what he would do- strike you? Chide you? Break you off at the spot.

You flinched a little when his hand went up, but you realized it was to touch yours. He knelt to you as you sat on the chair, in front of the fire.

“My lady…when did this happen?” he asked kindly.

So, his anger earlier was not at you, thank goodness! But there was a seriousness in him.

“I…I was a child. Nine years old, I think…I don’t remember my age exactly…”

“What do you remember? Can you tell me?” he asked.

“I can…I remember…some…”

You looked into the fire. Maybe not looking at him would make talking about it easier.

“It was an Easter gathering. My family was around. So many cousins and children and grandchildren…so many in such a big house, no one would notice if two grandchildren slipped away to play…”

Your heart began to pick up speed. The words couldn’t be formed. Yet Henry’s squeeze of hands gave you strength. It made you turn, look him in the eye, and recount what happened.

“He…my cousin he…he was then a youth, an adolescent…he took me to one of the guest rooms. Then he asked me…asked me to take off my clothes. At first, I said no and then I stopped. I was curious. I wanted to know what would happen. He made me feel special, chosen, lucky- so I said I changed my mind and yes. So, I did. And then he took off his clothes…he took me on the bed and…”

They were stuttering out of you, like a babbling brook trying to ease its way from a crack in the wall.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know what was going on. Finally, I remember crying at the end. I felt his…his…his manhood, you know. Then I begged him at last, crying, to stop…and he stopped. We redressed. He ordered me not to tell anyone…”

“And did you?” he asked.

You felt the touch of his hand on your face, and you turned to look at him. Now tears were welting in your eyes.

“I told my parents and my brother…”

“And what did they do?” Hal asked.

“He was banned from the house for a few months…then all continued as normal. They said he cried and felt guilty and that relieved him of the guilt apparently. He enters our house and prances freely like any other guest. He is married now- the most beautiful, kind, bright lady. I don’t have the heart to tell her. IF anyone else in the family knew, they pretend like it never happened…”

Hal got up; he paced the room briefly. Then with great force he went to the wall and slammed a fist against it, huffing out in frustration. The noise made you jump. You dropped your head into your hands to cry, steadying your breath. He returned to you.

“Which cousin of yours did it?” he asked.

You cupped his ear and whispered a name. You looked up a few of his golden curls were undone. His eyes were large and he ungritted his teeth when he looked at you.

“Henry…go ahead. Let me go. Set me free. That’s the law.”

With ragged breathing, you began to slip the ring off your finger.

“I am not fit to be your wife, princess, much less your queen. That’s what it says. I committed treason against you- you, my dearest gift from heaven, the love of my life- long before I even met you. And I will not be the one who betrays or ruins you.”

Tears went down your cheeks and you did your best to stay still, somewhat calm. You held the ring and offered it to him. His face was white and his jaw was tight.

“So go ahead, Henry- I won’t mind. It is what it is. End the betrothal.”

There was a pause. Silence again.

Then he went up to you and embraced you. He smelled of the horses he liked to ride in the mornings, but you didn’t mind at all. It was all-encompassing and warm. You let yourself relax into it.

“I won’t,” you heard him say.

He then knelt again and put the ring back onto your finger.

You let out a little gasp and then with it let the tears break into your voice. Your face scrunched. You leaned into him. You buried it into the redness of his leather jacket. He didn’t care for any stains it got despite its beauty. You hugged him tight, and he even rocked you a little. You let yourself cry heavier into him, and you felt his hand on his back.

Hal knew of rape, especially from war stories. He was raised to be a warrior as well as a prince. Once he even told his Eastcheap friends one night that during those wars, virginities could be purchased cheaply. That the threat of rape to village women would motivate any defiant town to surrender its gates to an army in a second.

You might as well be one of those village women.

Yet, how little did he think! How foolish he was! Guilt tightened his throat as he felt you shake with crying in his embrace.

How he had yet to not only gain his lady’s trust…but to hear of this. He didn’t think of those “virginities” as real women, real people. He didn’t think what they would go through and live beyond that hour of terror. That it would haunt them all their lives and torment them if they did not die that moment. That every day there were wars being fought and raged over women’s bodies…and that even the most beloved, respected, and treasured, wonderful woman in the world, you…

Those women were just more of you, and more to cry in front of fireplaces in their fiancé’s arms. And that was if they survived! To think if only he had been around to protect you! Had he failed you already?

God Above, he would not fail you again. Not now or ever.

“You won’t?” you repeated his words.

“I won’t. Y/N, I’m going to marry you, no matter what.”

You blinked rapidly.

“But the law…”

“Fie the law- I am the Prince of Wales, and soon the King of England…”

He released the hug, clutching both of your hands.

“Why must we submit to strict, unnecessary laws when we are kings? Rulers? Why should we be old-fashioned when we can make rules of our own? I say…when we are on the throne, we shall make our own laws, our own rules as we want them…” he boasted.

He swallowed. You wiped a few tears with your sleeve.

“I’m a traitor according to the law…” you pointed out.

“It wasn’t your own decision…how can an innocent child know?! All the more reason…I will make sure the law doesn’t touch you. And anyone who says otherwise…I’ll take care of him. Exile at least sounds wise,” Hal pointed out.

He released your hands. You folded them in front of you, eyes dipping to the stone floor beneath you.

“But Hal…I’m spoiled goods…”

He shook his head.

“No! Don’t you dare call that about yourself! There is nothing spoiled or damaged about you…”

He touched your chin and then pressed his forehead to yours.

“You’re a brave woman, Y/N…” he praised quietly.

“I’m not a soldier or a knight, I don’t fight with swords like you…” you denied.

“You just told The Prince of Wales a dark secret that in the wrong hands could have gotten you arrested or worse! And…when we are married, that blessed, blessed day…we will have to learn all about each other. What is good…and what is bad, what is secret, shameful. You gave me your weakness, your shame and…chose to confide in me…and Y/N…”

His own eyes began blinking with tears.

“It makes me even prouder that I’ll be your husband…”

You smiled, the tears starting to dry. You even held onto his arms. Then you began to shake, looking at him.

“Oh, my dear Hal…I was so terrified!” you confessed.

You broke again into sobs, sinking onto the floor. He went down and embraced you again, putting a light touch on your back and whispering assurances.

“It’s alright, you’re safe, my beautiful girl, you’ll always be safe with me…you’re safe, my lamb, you’re safe...”

You pulled away to wipe your tears. He again clutched your hands. His nostrils flared and his eyes steeled.

“I swear to you…I will never hurt or betray you. I will never force you into my bed or lay a hand on you when you do not want It or know of it. I will never take advantage of you as my wife to inflict my will on you…spurn me from your bed, tell me no, lie that you are sick- strike me hard and scream, even! And I will go away…” he promised.

You began to blink.

“But…you’re the-“

“Yet here when you are with me, I am your servant, Y/N! Make me your servant and I will be content.”

He reached down to kiss your hand, just as he did when you agreed to marry him. He looked back up at you. He then cupped your cheek.

“My poor, brave lady…where your family once spurned and hurt you, here- in my family, you will be the most loved. Where once you were the most ignored, here the most listened to. And once the most hurt, here the safest and respected of all.”

You cupped his face, smooth and cold. Sweetly, you gave him a small kiss on his lips and the last embrace after.

“Hal…thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He led you to stand up. You cleared up what tears you had left and smoothed your gown.

“I have this meeting for another hour. I’ll ask the servants to bring you a drink…you could live here in the palace with us from now on if you would like. I’m sure as long as we’re in separate rooms until the wedding, your family and mine would approve.”

You nodded.

“Yes, I would.”

“My father adores you. He will be thrilled.”

He took your hand again and then began to walk you to the door.

“You must dine with me and my brothers tonight. They’ll make you smile. And I must tell you- my father and brothers plan on playing their little game of dice and this later afternoon. Usually, I’d be away but today…we both will join them. Though I must warn you- my brother, John, is far too good at it and wins every time. I’ll ask him to go easy on you.”

You smiled.

“I would love that,” you said.

“I must finish this meeting, but I will make sure there is always a guard by you and a servant to bring you anything you could want from the kitchen…”

He led you out. Thankfully, no snooping lord was at the door minus the guarding knights. Those lords were chatting among themselves in that large stone hallway.

“I shall look forward to it, my lord” you answered demurely, aware that you were now not alone.

He gestured for a knight to step by.

“Stay by the lady. Attend to her today. And bring one of the castle maids to fetch a cup of sack for her today…see she is not left alone until I am with her in an hours’ time.”

He turned to you.

“When I return, would you like to visit the gardens, my lady?” he offered.

“I would, my lord. I will see you then,” you said.

You exchanged polite bows and curtsies as goodbye.

Gesturing the lords to return, Hal vanished behind the doors with the other lords. But little did they know that beneath the chair, their prince had his hands curled into fists.

“One more thing gentleman, I must know of the address of a certain gentleman…” The Prince announced.

“How come?” asked one.

“He hasn’t paid his taxes” the Hal lied.

When the worries of the crown got too much to him, the King could not sleep. That night was no different. He paced about the hall, his footsteps echoing the halls away from the peaceful lute music. Letting out a sigh, he decided the best way to pass the time of night and to get his mind off, was to begin to pick and prepare for the room where you, his dear future daughter-in-law would be staying. It would be a pleasant change perhaps. Since Hal suggested it at dinner with approval, he might as well begin the work. He arose a few servants to pick a place, have blankets cleaned, and to pick a rug perhaps you would like.

He didn’t notice his rebellious son sneak out of the castle, cloaked and armed with a dagger, and march into the stables. The white stallion was his usual favorite, but the prince Hal chose the black horse. That would not stick out in the night. He wanted no warning.

He galloped straight there. His high status permitting a smooth ride with no stops from any guards.

Hal arrived right at the address he knew of. Keeping the cloak over his face, he knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” a female voice asked from inside.

“Stay there, I shall see to them…” a male voice replied near her.

The door opened and the man inside- the cousin Y/N spoke of- looked up to see the cloaked figure.

“Who goes there at this late hour at night? Are you a messenger?” he asked.

“Step outside. Close the door.”

The cousin did.

“What do you want, eh?” he asked, head tilting.

Two hands reached from the cloak and pulled down the hood. It was the red, fuming face of England’s Prince, Lord, and Sovereign.

The Cousin’s jaw dropped. He backed a step, arms in front of him to keep from falling.

“Why- it’s…your grace!”

As he stepped back one foot to attempt to bow, it was interrupted as The Prince’s fist reached forward, grabbing his collar and the other went over his mouth.

Hal dragged the Cousin to the shadow of the house, pinned him to the wall, and punched him right in the face. He let out an “AHH!”

“Did you assault her grace, The Princess of Wales?”

“She…she isn’t married yet…she’s not a princess…” The Cousin replied.

Hal slammed him against the wall with his fists, he then curled him closer to his face.

“She is to me and now tell me!”

The cousin’s face turned white except for the blood from his lip.

“You forced the young Princess of Wales- my wife- to unspeakable acts reserved between man and wife- did you not?” Hal asked.

Blubbering, the man trembled out a weak “…yes…but I was a youth!”

“You were old enough to know better!” Hal retorted.

“I’ve repented-“

It was interrupted by another punch to his ear.

“Do not speak of your repentance as you walk about guiltless!”

Hal caught his breath. He should kill the man as he stood, perhaps. But not without great consequences for himself. Perhaps he could deal with some angry in-laws, but if the Chief Justice could throw him in prison once, perhaps he would do it again.

He didn’t think if he saw this man again that he could restrain himself as much as here.

“From now on, you are not allowed in this kingdom. And if you are ever seen within ten feet of her person, I will order you to be executed on the spot…” Hal threatened.

“Jesu, beheaded!?” the cousin cried.

“No- noblemen are beheaded. You deserve to be shot at with my arrows and have them dragged across your stomach until your intestines spill about!” Hal raged.

The Cousin began to shake.

“Gather your things and flee before I lose what mercy I have in my heart. This is your Prince’s command- do you understand!” he barked.

“Yes!”

The prince threw him into the mud. He then placed a boot onto the cousin’s chest and spoke from above like an avenging male fury.

“I will see you tomorrow at this hour and see if it is done, and if not…”

He opened his cloak to flash the dagger.

“I will slit your throat. I will tell other thieves did it…” he hissed.

The cousin nodded.

“I will report this!”

“And then I’ll tell your wife what you did!” Hal argued.

The Cousin let out a gasp, his air making fog into the coldness of that wintry air of the night.

“Now leave- I never wish to see your disgusting face again!” Hal spat, removing his boot.

The cousin scrambled back into the house. The prince returned to his horse and rode back home.

That morning, you returned with a few royal servants and your family to bring some of your possessions. There was already word that a room for you was ready and that it was time already.

“It’s here, I have been told” a knight explained as he escorted you through.

As you were allowed into the room, you noticed two sights- one was Prince Hal with some wildflowers. The second was more extraordinary. Hal’s father, King Henry, was curled up asleep on the bed, in a fetal position. His gray robes around him. Your jaw dropped.

“My lord, wha-“

He raised a finger to his lips.

“He hasn’t slept this well in ages…let him…”

He gently led everyone out.

He greeted you by kneeling down and pecking your hand politely. A gesture usually reserved for servants to royalty, but the most powerful young man in the country reserved it for you.

“My lord, your skin beneath your eyes seems dark…have you not been sleeping well too? Were you up late as your father?” you asked.

He shrugged it off and grinned.

“I had some business to take care of. But my lady, here- a gift for you. I ask you to accept it!”

He handed you the flowers. With a little gasp, you accepted, bringing them to your nose for their fresh scent.

“They’re lovely, thank you dearly, my lord!” you cooed.

“Anything for my darling lady.”

[0mcsheep0]

I'm here for you (part 2 )

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DISCLAIMER: it is the continuation of the previous ''I'm here for you'', with the younger brothers. I had the idea to develop more about MC's point of view (to be more precise about what makes them feel sad). ( Part 1 below ) https://www.tumblr.com/0mcsheep0/711531618684289025/im-here-for-you?source=share

Warnings : sad topics in which the brothers would comfort you

Characters : Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

GN!MC

-> The brothers when MC is feeling sad <-

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Satan (academic failure)

Satan is one of the most intelligent (if not the wisest) demons of Devildom; everyone knew it. He was also the closest of the seven brothers to you, the perfect sentimental and supportive guy. You often came into his room to study RAD for your future exams. He was patient and would explain any subject well. Last night, you were stressing out about that important math examen coming up the next day. You feel bad about it, even if you’ve been studying it for a week. As you were reading your notes laid on the bed, Satan checked up on you: « Hey there, MC. You’ve been quite academic for the past few days, and I noticed you’d neglected your health. When was the last time you had a consistent sleep schedule? Have you eaten this morning? You seem so tense; let me give you a shoulder massage ». How kind of Him! You got on your belly while Satan climbed on your back, his smooth but firm grip on your back muscles. « You think I will be good tomorrow? I’m afraid I will forget everything because of the stress. If so, I know I might get grounded by Lucifer… » you said with a sigh. ** The next day Even with Satan’s comforting words, you still couldn’t stay in place as you started your exam. It didn’t go as well as it was supposed to. Unfortunately, despite all your efforts, you still missed a few questions, which influenced your grade to lower at the bare minimum required. You felt empty after the test; you went home and locked yourself in your room. A few hours later, the blond demon knocked at your door, but even if it was locked, he used his magic to reach you. You were sobbing on your pillow. « Hey, kitten….. Levi told me you left RAD earlier. I know it was your exam this morning; I presume you are in this state because it didn’t go well, was it » he asked with a sad look. It didn’t go well? No, it was disastrous for both your final paper and your self-esteem. You were so confident about yourself; did you succumb to your anxiety? Even if you tried so, you could never be as good as the others. The worst part of it was that you tried! « Can I sit next to you »? You nodded. « Listen, MC; I’m aware of how frustrating you might have felt at the moment because, behind my look of the perfect student, I sometimes feel stressed too. You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself. With practice, you will be able to perform under stress like a pro, I promise ». You smiled a bit; then Satan brought you into his arms for a loooong hug.

Asmo (bad image of your body)

Asmo always cheers you up when you are questioning how worthy you think you are. You are nothing but the perfection in his eyes, the little sunshine that brightens his days in this dark world of devils. We all know that Asmodeus is hiding behind his confident and cocky appearance, insecurities, and fears about others’ perceptions of him. When times like this happened, you comforted him by saying, Everyone has his thoughts about other people, some are bad, but some are flattering. You must always think good about yourself and not let others bring you down. You were always the one who comforted him; never would he have thought YOU would be the one who needed him. You were sitting on your bed, clothes scattered everywhere on the floor. There was a big party at Diavolo’s castle tonight, in which you should be present, and you wanted to wear something elegant for the event. The problem was that you needed to determine what to choose; all your clothes seemed too casual. You didn’t have the money to buy something beautiful, and anyways, those types of clothes were styles to fit demon figures (holes for wings/tail, large sized because I headcanon the demons to be naturally taller than humans). You were desperate, and tears were slowly filling your eyes because of the frustration you felt at the instant. You searched for something cool to wear for almost two hours, but nothing was good enough. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and intrusive yet exaggerated thoughts entered your mind. Could your silhouette be the problem? Maybe everything was looking wrong on you, and it was your fault. You could never look as great surrendered by demons; they all looked magnificent, and you are only a human.

*** knock knock ***

You recognized Asmo’s voice behind the door, announcing his upcoming in your room. He was also invited to the party, and you felt even worse when you saw how stunning he looked in his relevant outfit. « My, my MC… what is all this mess made for? Your beautiful clothes will be dusty and wrinkled! Have you found what you’ll be wearing tonight»? You looked at him, clearly looking exasperated. Asmo was now looking at you with a concerned expression. You? Crying over something as simple as a lack of items of clothing? That wasn’t like you, the MC he knew wouldn’t give up that easily over something unworthy. He thought about what could have made you feel that way; « Mc dear… you aren’t concerned about how you might look around everyone else, right»? The tears were now showing on your shameful face. « Listen now. You are the most pretty person I’ve ever seen in my life. You heard me right; I said the most pretty PERSON, which means I’m comparing you to every species I know. It would help if you didn’t even compare yourself to others ». Those words; you’ve heard them countless times from many people. As insignificant as they might have sounded, the comment went directly to your heart. Asmo, the one you loved the most in the three worlds, thought this much about you? You smiled, then stood up with a sudden burst of confidence: 

« Well, my clothes won’t get chosen if we stay in place. Would you mind helping me with that » you asked the fifth-born. 

Beel (guilt of eating)

Beel is the most thoughtful, generous, and loving demon of all the Devildom, and he shows it daily to his brothers and you. Constantly checking up on others, he is someone you can rely on every time for anything. You trusted him, so you told him about something that had made you sad for the past few weeks. To be exact, HE was the one who initiated the talk since he caught you doing something he would never understand; restricting yourself from eating. Last night, he sneaked to the kitchen for a midnight snack when he noticed your dinner still on the fridge shelf. How could you skip dinner? From Beel's point of view, dinner time is the most satisfying time of the day. He hesitated to eat it but finally decided to wait till tomorrow to ask you about it. The next day, you answered that you weren't hungry and that it was nothing to worry about since it wouldn't occur again. Beel smiled in relief and left but found your dinner again in the fridge a few hours later. The Lord of the Flies was surprised. He decided to bring the meal directly to your room to have an honest response to your weird behavior. Once he passed your door, the demon was surprised to see you on a weighing scale. You were startled by his arrival and started to cry. « MC? Do you feel ashamed about your weight? Is it why you skipped your meals? Taking such restrictions isn't good for your health; you might end up sick. Please, tell me what's wrong». You explained to him that, for the past few weeks, many lower demons had been mocking you for your weight. You weren't thinking badly about yourself initially, but the repetitive insults were getting to your head. You thought about it more often, starting to wonder if those imbeciles were, in fact, correct about you. Did you overeat? Was your figure pretty enough? Maybe occasionally skipping meals would change your looks, then those unkind demons would shut up. Beelzebub was shocked by everything you said. To his eyes, you are splendid, a perfect work of art. He never thought that stupidities like that would affect you that much. « My love, don't ever get influenced by nasty insults like that again. Those demons are jealous of how good-looking you are, so they try to put you down. Skipping meals won't bring any positive changes to you. If you want to change your appearance, we could work it out together with healthier measures. Please, eat the three meals you need daily; I don't want you to end up sick ». The red-haired demon then got closer to you and hugged you tightly. You are feeling a lot better now.

Belphie (sadness from leaving the Devildom)

It was supposed to be a casual day. Like every other morning, you woke up in your bed sheets, with Belphegor at your side, squatting the left side of your mattress. The weather outside sounded perfect for walking or organizing a picnic with the brothers. A tiny bat (I thought bats would be the ideal representation of ''birds'' down in Devildom since they are nocturnal) got closer to the window of your room as if it was calling for the morning. You straightened up on your bed, carefully resting your back on the wall to not wake the sleepyhead beside you. You reached your D.D.D. to look on Delvilgram; your post from the last day with Asmo on the beach might have gotten many likes! Unfortunately, the message that first popped on your screen faded your smile. Diavolo sent you the following statement: « Good morning MC! You have been staying in the Devildom for two years now; you must return to the human world for a while to see your family. I will pick you up at the front entrance in an hour ». You tilted your head down; time flies so fast when you enjoy your time with the ones you love. Like every time you leave the Devildom, a massive wave of sadness fills your heart. The memories of your good moments with Belphie, as he is the one you love, ran through your mind, and a few tears escaped your eyes and blurred your vision. At this moment, Belphie opened his eyes and frowned; « MC, why are you crying? Did you have another nightmare? Tell me everything ». You quickly announced your future leaving to the youngest brother, and he sighted of disagreement. Of course, he knew that day would come, but he hadn't acknowledged how quickly this day would come. « It sucks; I would have loved to keep you by my side every day, to wake up next to you every morning. I guess I understand that you have to go back to your family, but what about me? You will miss me, am I wrong? (…) Do you remember when we went camping outside the House of Lamentation to see the bright stars illuminating the sky? It was fun, wasn't it? (…) Listen, MC, I won't beat around the bush and will tell you how I feel about the situation. You know that I love you unconditionally and that I will always do. It won't change anything that you leave for another time; I will still love you once you return to me ». His words comforted you; you knew he was thinking everything he said. You smiled, then took him in your arms to enjoy your last moments together.

[the-power-of-stuff]

You walked right into this. What do your OTPs, especially Sukka and Romoine, say about your taste in men?

Dammit, I sure did, didn't I? 🤣 (In reference to this post.)

So, let's start with an easy one, then. I like blue eyes...

Not to say I've never crushed on a guy with brown or hazel eyes, but...blue eyes are definitely a thing with me. (This is true of my other OTPs like Cleon from Resident Evil and Zelink from Legend of Zelda, as well. 👀)

Another quality I apparently really like is a sort of ironic sense of humor and wit. I said something in the above-linked post about how Ron and Sokka are at their funniest when they're just being their irreverent selves. I know Sokka's known for being punny (as is my husband, so...I mean, there is something to that, evidently...) but the stuff that gets me laughing the hardest are lines like "Okay, but what are we going to do about the tank full of dangerous ladies?" and "It's my throatal flap!" and "She rules the sky with compassion and...lunar goodness!"

And along with that, a sort of wry practicality? Like...groundedness in realism accompanied by a bit of impatience for the opposite extreme. Exhibit A, both Sokka and Ron decrying divination:

"Well, now you got to see for yourselves that fortune telling is just a big, stupid hoax." --The Fortuneteller “From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'Die, Ron, Die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.” --Order of the Phoenix

Exhibit B, my atheist husband who regularly asks me why astrology has gotten so popular lately. 😅

Then there's the protectiveness. Not so much that it's stifling but... Look, when I was 13, I gushed for like four pages in my diary about that two-second scene from the final battle in Ocarina of Time when Link puts his arm out in front of Zelda because there's a loud "boom" from somewhere inside the just-collapsed castle, and I think that tells you everything you need to know about me. Give me Ron telling Hermione he'll teach her his family tree so she can pretend she's not muggle-born. Give me Sokka using his own body to shield Katara from the iceberg blast. Gimme gimme gimme.

Competence! I don't even care in what, but if there's at least one thing a guy is really, really good at, I'm all over that. Sokka slicing through turrets with his space sword one-handed while hanging off Appa in mid-air with his other hand? Ron being such a master at chess that, at age 11, he's able to defeat a chess puzzle set by one of the fiercest, wisest, most talented professors in the school? The other day, my husband reminded me that he got an N1 in the Japanese Language Proficiency Test, which is the highest level you can get, and I almost jumped him.

And finally, I appreciate a man who likes to eat. I went out a couple times with a guy who told me, on our first date, that he just...never ate vegetables, because he didn't like them (he supplemented his diet with vitamins) and legitimately my first thought was, "I dunno if this is gonna work out, I don't know how I would cook for this dude." It did not, in fact, work out.

[awclintno]

@valentinadefcntaine

Okay, he hadn't totally fallen apart and gone straight to shooting in the archery range for days on end. He'd waited a week. Until everyone was focused on the next steps, until he knew he wouldn't disappear into it too deeply. He had honestly intended to just shoot and clear his mind and then go home -- he hadn't been looking for trouble. But that had never meant much when it came to Clint Barton.

She must've thought the range was empty, because Clint was in the middle of reconfiguring a trick arrow quietly in the corner. And who could've guessed that his aids, still futzed up from the electric side of the Hydra attack, would've connected to her bluetooth? He heard her whole conversation, and Valentina had no idea. Clearly, or she wouldn't have even hinted at some of the stuff she said. Clint wished he could've recorded it, but thing was -- it wasn't exactly concrete. Shady as hell, and the words Reception Incident were dropped with all kinds of implications. A 'gift' came up too -- the dagger they'd stolen? But nothing solid. No real proof. And Clint had almost lost his best friends to these guys. If she was involved, he wanted to nail her properly

"Wait, that didn't come out right," he murmured to himself. "Good thing it was just in your head, Barton." Talking to himself in the middle of a break-in was maybe not the wisest choice. But it was better than giving in to panic. This was the director of the CIA, even her home office was bound to have some serious security. Just because he was inside didn't mean he was home free. He couldn't help but be a little nervous, and when he was nervous, he talked. "All right. If I was clandestine documents that proved I was a filthy, filthy traitor... where would I be?" he mused, looking around and tapping an arrow against his chin.

[natequarter]

⭐️ if you’re still up for it, for the En Français poem/story fallout ❤️ - thelastplantagenet

Ask game: Offer a director's commentary on a particular story.

What was he called, again? Edward? Edmund? No, wrong guy. That was fifty years ago. This one had a weird name. An old one.

i like to make sneaky references to other fics that are probably only of interest to two other people. this was one of them, filtered through robin's don't-care attitude and terrible memory for anything modern people do

That was it, Humphrey. A strange young man, always shifty-looking, never quite stopping enough to be seen. Even when he painted, his hands were never still for long.

one of my favourite parts of robin is that, even at his wisest, he ultimately never really gives a fuck. he's pretty apathetic about humphrey before he actually gets to know him; humphrey's just another guy passing through. but even from a distance robin can tell the guy has issues

His name meant something, in the oldest of English. Bestower of peace.

Or had it been something about bears?

i've found various different translations of humphrey's name. most seem to agree the frith element refers to peace, but the first part of his name is translated as, variably, strength, bear cub (hence something about bears), and to bestow. the latter is my personal favourite, so here we get humphrey as bringer of peace. well, he tried...

Humphrey Monsieur Bone pénétra dans la chambre avec précaution.

on the one hand, sophie's struggling to decide what level of formality she should use to refer to humphrey with in her pwp fanfic. on the other hand, 'penetrate' is inherently funny as an english speaker. never let it be said that i am mature

“Seriously?” he muttered, to no reaction. Thank God none of the other ghosts were here. This probably wasn’t something they’d complain about seeing, but that didn’t mean they needed to.

canonically we see that robin is alone at this point but consider this: my version of william is better and robin being surrounded by irritating medieval ghosts is much funnier. humphrey should consider himself lucky his immediate relatives aren't also haunting him

Il enleva la robe de nuit avec ses mains fortes…

i just thought it would be very funny for sophie to romantically refer to humphrey as having strong, firm hands, whilst flatly refusing to talk to him at all

For another thing, it was much more interesting than the depressing French literature she was usually reading. The impermanence of life? No thanks. A fictionalised account of her doing her husband? Much better.

sophie canonically does read poetry about the impermanence of life, so a) HAHA I WAS RIGHT, b) robin finds this boring as shit and naturally has his priorities. his priorities being sophie and doing it, not necessarily in that order

What was that about his dick?

this was really just for comedy value. gets me every time.

Probably all ridiculous and romantic, and using words that were almost certainly made up, like Wriothesley. There was no way that was a real name.

Rrho shook his head. People these days made no sense.

obligatory Making Fun of Thomas Wriothesley moment. also, robin not understanding the weird customs of modern people is eternal

Had Humphrey had legs, he almost certainly would’ve jumped up in surprise. As it was, from somewhere across the house, Robin heard Kitty yelp as his body did exactly that.

i really like the idea of humphrey's body reacting at the same time as his head, except because of the disconnect, it looks completely ridiculous

“You forgot?” Humphrey said. “Just forgot, for four hundred years?”

humphrey has a lot of unprocessed pain, and it really comes through here. he's not really that surprised that he's been let down once again, he just... wishes it would stop happening

“Yeah, and whenever I tried to bring up your wife after you died, you’d start crying.”

“And whenever I tried to bring up my wife, you threw me out a bloody window!”

humphrey has a lot of bottled-up anger. robin still doesn't care. they're friends by circumstance; naturally, they don't get along at all. but when you're stuck together for hundreds of years and he's your oldest friend still around, well, you stop having a choice

“Don’t cry,” Robin said. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

Humphrey softened. “That makes me feel a bit better.”

“Why? It’s annoying when you start crying. You take forever to stop.”

why must robin always be mr. wise guy? i want more of robin being an apathetic emotionally insensitive jerk who is perfectly emotionally intelligent but has seen so much over the last ten thousand years that sometimes he just can't be bothered to care. he understands that humphrey is tired of being used for his body by people who don't like him, he even sympathises. but he also finds emotions tedious and annoying. you know how it is

“Er, actually,” Humphrey said, “I was unhappy because people seem to only want me for my body.”

“‘Kay. We find your body, and I give you a hug.”

“That’s more like it.”

“And then we do it.”

this fic is a balance of comedy and tragedy. it's kinda meant to match the tone of ghosts, though maybe a little bit nastier, as it is robin's and not alison's perspective on events. humphrey is dwelling in his own misery. robin wants to do it. these two things can even go together

“It’s not like with Fanny. She doesn’t like you.”

“I’m well aware of that, thanks.”

i think this is funny. nothing deep to say here. fanny just sucks

“Ow! Hold me properly, not by the hair! You’ll damage it!”

humphrey is very defensive of his hair

Best to make haste. He had a lot to show Humphrey.

they are so going to do it in detail post-fic. robin really likes eating bum ;)

[legends-art-forever]

Ninjago Spinjitzu Brothers:

—Forest of Illusions—

Chapter 1

Jay came running into the monastery holding papers. "Guys we were invited to a royal party in Ninjago city!" Jay yelled. Running over to the couch with excitement "We were?" Lloyd asked. But Cole jumped in before he could say anything else. "Is there cake?!" He asked. Jay sat down on the couch next to Nya and Kai and held out the invitations to the other ninja and Wu. "I don't know, Cole but we haven't been invited to a party or anything in a long time!" Jay said. Nya took the invitation and read through the paper some more. "It says they have an illusion show going on there" Jay looked over at Nya's invitation reading it through. "I didn't even see that before." Jay replied, "We're so going, right?" Cole asked. Mostly hoping that there will be cake there. "Yeah!" Jay replied, standing up from the couch but then he got shoved back onto it by Wu's staff. "No!" "What?! But Master Wu, we haven't been to a party in awhile!" Jay said. The other ninja just kinda watched for a bit as Jay stands back up to face towards Wu again. "Yes. But an illusion party may not be the wisest to go to, illusions are dangerous things and I'd know very well myself cause I encountered one when I was a child." Wu replied, Nya looked up at Wu and raised a brow "Is this connected to the same story of you and Garmadon when you were searching for the tea leafs?" She asked. As Wu paced around the room and he looked at her. "Why yes Nya, it's" Wu replied, Jay looked around the room but then just sat back down on the couch with crossed arms. "Now we're never gonna get to go to that party" He said a little upset. "Yeah, which means no cake" Cole replied, but they both looked up at Wu as he began to tell a story from his past.

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The sons of the first Spinjitzu Master, run into yet another mountain. "So should we go on or around the mountain?" Garmadon asked. "Around, I think I've had my far share of strange mountains for now." Wu replied, "Alright!" Garmadon said. And the brothers continued around the mountain without saying a word for the longest time, till one of them finally broke the silence. "How long do you think it'll be till we reach The Northern Ocean, Brother?" Garmadon asked. "Don't know. We've ran into a lot of obstacles on our journey. So there's really no saying when we'll get there" Wu replied, "Hmm-" *Garmadon had the urge to tell Wu that he doesn't think the tea can help him, That he's destined to be like this. But he kept quiet cause he knew his brother had a lot of hope, that the tea could cure him from the snake bite he got as a child.* silence broke in the air again and neither brother spoke for a long time. They just stared at the ground and kept following the path. Until it started to get dark out but not dark like night time. Dark like a storm. Wu looked to the sky with a hand on his forehead. "It looks like a storm is stirring in." Wu said. "So?" Garmadon shrugged his shoulders "Its just a storm, nothing we can't handle." The farther they went the worse the storm got. The wind was picking up and it was pouring hard. "I don't think this is just a small storm, brother!" Wu cried. "Its just rain and strong wind!" Garmadon yelled back, But then lightning struck a tree next to them. "I think it's a thunder storm, brother" Wu said. "We should take shelter and wait for the storm to clear." He looked around and saw a cave. "There!" He cried. "A Cave, we can stay there for the night!" Wu said. The brothers ran into the cave to hide from the storm. "Guess we're gonna sleep here for tonight then." Garmadon said. Taking his pack off and leaning against it. "Here." Wu said. Grabbing some veggies Peri had gave them from his pack and handing them to Garmadon. "Thanks, brother." Garmadon replied. Taking the veggies and eating them. "Its kinda dark and cold in here." "I can start a fire for us." Wu replied, Has he grabbed sticks and rocks to start a fire. Both brothers munch away on the veggies and talk for hours till they finally fall asleep.