#obey me (worship me au)

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Sterek fantasy au?

Stiles is a spark in training, but is expected to be the strongest spark in over a millennia

That is until he’s kidnapped by a moon worshipping cult. They plan to use him and his death/blood to summon one of their deities. They dress him in white and drag him out on the night of a full moon, leaving him at the altar that is carved like a wolf. Stiles tries to disrupt the ritual, including trying to rip out the throat of an attendee with his teeth when they got close. Stiles knows that the minute the cult finishes chanting they will offer him up as a virgin sacrifice. He can feel the presence of something far more darker and dangerous being summoned.

The priest in charge goes to speak but stiles beats him to it. In an act of desperation, he calls out to what ever being is there, if he is going to be the sacrificial bride, he might as well get the benefits.

“Husband, I offer you these sacrifices”

Stiles can feel the air change as a mocking laugh sounds though the glade. Everything freezes before the screaming starts. Stiles can’t see anything but a blur ripping apart the cult. Some of the members try to reach him and with his spark bound he has to fight them. He is able to disarm one and use the sword to kill the other two, when a voice calls out to him.

“What a pretty fierce wife I have”

Derek was bored and annoyed when he could feel the worship and his name being invoked. It was always the same cult who tried to get him to bless them with his might and offered him virgin brides in a place of his mate. He didn’t even know how that rumour got started, he didn’t have any use for any of the brides. Most of the weak ones died in his presence and the one or two strong ones he offered a place among the wolves but never by his side.

— (I’m picturing Erica being a sacrifice, and Derek just pops up and is like “hey do you want the power to rip these guys apart” and she ascended to deity level and is now known as one of the best shield maidens) —

Derek almost didn’t let himself be summoned, but he could feel the presence of a power that had never been apart of the rituals before. So he fades into the call, and as he steps into the mortal realm, he sees the most beautiful creature laying in his altar. He bares his teeth, blood dripping down his lips, and something just ignites in Derek. So when this fae calls out to him, naming Derek his husband, and calling for the deaths of the cult members, derek is powerless to obey.

Stiles watches as the wolf’s form ripples and in its place stands a man, the most handsome man he has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on — hands dripping with blood.

Stiles notices that every surface is covered in the bits and pieces that use to make up the cult members, but he remains untouched from the carnage. Well besides the three dead members who he drops at the feet of this god. So he turns back to look this deity, thanks him for the save and tells him that he must be on his way.

Derek laughs at this humans audacity, to name Derek his husband, offer him a hunt, to join in on killing, leaving his offering at Derek’s feet and then to turn his back on him?? Derek grabs the human and bring him into a kiss.

Stiles has never been kissed in the way that this deity is kissing him. Like ships laying siege to a battle ground, full of possessiveness like the god is trying to claim stiles. When they break away, the god whispers in his ear, with an amused tone

“My wife trying to run before I even get his name. Know little fae, that there is nowhere on this earth you can hide from me, where I can not hunt you down.”

Anyway they give each other their names, Derek fucks him on the altar and brings stiles back with him as his mate. (Maybe stiles demands that Derek courts him, but Derek raises and eyebrow and says that stiles was the one to offer courtship first)

Derek is head over heels love with stiles, especially after he sees stiles take revenge in his name. When the agent came to burn down his temple and stiles hunted them down and gave Derek their hearts. He had looked devastatingly gorgeous using his spark to rain fire down upon them. The bride offering also stop real quick after this one.

Stiles return regularly to the mortal realm. He tries to continue to learn how to deal with this spark but his teachers have no idea how to teach the divine. (He names Lydia as his priestess, as a way to help her with her banshee powers and give give her status in the mortal realm) 

Anyway just deity Derek being obsessed with stiles, his number one worshiper

[xxsycamore]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ━ ≪ VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024 ≫

Welcome to the fifth annual installment of Visions of Temptation, a multifandom kinktober prompt list/creation challenge! ►Under the cut you will find both lists written down in blank format. You’ll also find a short explanation of some of the lesser-known kinks.

███ GUIDELINES

► minors DNI!

► The two lists are absolutely free to use across all fandoms, with a main focus on otome games. If you’re a writer, artist, visual graphic creator, etc., you can use these lists to create your kinktober works.

►You can share this with your followers and open requests using these lists.

► In the kink list, you can choose a kink to work with for each day of October, while in the other list, you have 31 dialogue prompts. It’s up to you whether you choose to follow one of the lists or both, and to combine them or not. You don't have to follow just one list either - mix and match them if you'd like!

► Make sure to put content warnings where needed.

► Unlike most of my challenges, this one won't have a masterlist featuring the works created for it, meaning that it won't have a deadline either - feel free to complete it at your own pace.

► About credit: Make sure to mention the challenge itself and its creator. I’d be happy to see your works, so please tag me when using my list here on tumblr! Posting to other sites is fine, as long as you credit me :)  

►In order for us to find each other's works and appreciate them, please make sure to use the tag " #visions of temptation 2024 " !

►Don't hesitate to reach out if you have a question! My askbox is always open!

►Remember to have fun and not stress over this really long challenge! ❤

targeted fandoms: Ikeseries (Ikemen Villains; Ikemen Prince; Ikemen Vampire; Ikemen Sengoku + other cybird games); Love and Deepspace; Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr. Love: Queen's Choice; Count of Darkness; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger; Lovebrush Chronicles; Light and Night + all other mobile/console otome you can think of. Remember, this is just the focus of the challenge - you can write for any fandom at all!

Depending on how much free time i've got on my hands, I'll also be checking out your works and reblogging them on my main blog, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly - under the tag "#vot '24 reblogs" :)

If you're wondering if I'm taking requests for my challenge, make sure to check my blog beforehand. At the moment of posting this, requests are closed - but that might change in the future.

███ PROMPTS

► both lists in blank format + handy explanation of some of the kinks under the cut.

Happy creating, everyone and may you have a great October! ❤

KINK LIST:

 Porn Actors AU  |  Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand

 Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering

 Phone sex  | Guided Touching 

 Orgasm Control  |  Bondage/Shibari

 Make up Sex  |  Mirror Sex

 Feather Play  |  Coming Untouched

 Sensory Deprivation  |  Sex Toys/Object Insertion

 Workplace Sex  |  Sex in a Vehicle 

 Choking/Breath play  | Dacryphilia

 Accidental Stimulation  |  Body Part Worship 

 Wet Dreams  |  Sexual Fantasy

 First Times  |  Role Reversal

 Fetish Clothing & Accessories |  Striptease

 Bathroom sex  |   Outdoor/Public sex

 Discipline & Punishment  |  Degradation/Praise Kink 

 Nipple Orgasms  |  Lactation/Pregnant sex 

 Blade/Gun Play  |  Spanking/Impact play 

 Intoxication/Hypnosis/Aphrodisiacs  |   Dry Humping

 Watersports  |  Begging 

 Food Play  |  Come Play

 Anal Sex/Pegging |  Size Difference

 Omegaverse/Breeding  |  Petplay 

 Massages  |  Temperature Play 

 Facesitting  |  Deepthroating

 Voyeurism/Exhibitionism  |  Getting Caught 

 Spitroasting  |  Double Penetration 

 Casual Sex/FWB  |  Switching Partners 

 Biting/Marking  |  Jealousy/Possessiveness 

 Sex Games/Dares  |  Trying New Positions     

 Cockwarming/Somnophilia  | Foreplay/Aftercare focus

Non-human characters/traits |  Sexual Roleplay 

DIALOGUE LIST:

 "I have no plans of stopping anytime soon."

"You have to say it. Use your words."

"See this? It's going to go inside you."

"Hush now. I'm only trying to help you."

"Let's see how long you can last."

"You know what happens when you do that."

"Maybe I should be punished?"

"Look at you, you're taking it so well."

 "We can go, or we can stay here and fuck."

"And here I thought you were an innocent one."

"Go on, put it in yourself."

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Don't tease now. Be nice."

"I want to watch you come just from this."

"Beg me to be gentle."

"You thought you could get away with seducing me?"

"One more orgasm and I'll untie you."

"You look good like that. Thoroughly loved."

"I thought this is what you wanted?"

"I love that you're only making this erotic face for me."

"Poor thing, you're barely standing on your legs."

"Here, bite into this. Since you can't stay quiet."

"That's it, you're doing such a good job."

"I can't stand a second more of not being inside you."

"Did the risk turn you on so much?"

"Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this."

"Come here. I'll make it all better."

"You're breathtaking. It makes me desire you so much."

"Seems like we can't keep our hands to ourselves."

"You feel so good. I don't ever want to stop."

"I've got much more in store for you."

some prompts explained...

Gloryholes - A person inserting their sexual organ through a hole in the wall with the intention to be pleasured from the other side.

Anonymous sex - Here's an idea: masquerade balls.

Orgasm Control - Can include Edging, Forced Orgasms, Orgasm denial.

Make up sex - Sex after an argument.

Mirror sex - Sex in front of a mirror.

Sensory Deprivation - Blocking stimuli from one or more of the senses. Example - Blindfolds.

Dacryphilia - Being turned on by your partner crying during sex.

Sexual Fantasy - Sharing/being made to share about a sexual fantasy, masturbating to a sexual fantasy, or helping your partner live out a sexual fantasy.

Role reversal - Swapping the giving and receiving role during intercourse.

Voyeurism - secretly watching someone participate in sexual activities or do something private and intimate like taking off their clothes.

Watersports - Everything involving pee. Holding it in, Golden showers, etc.

Come play - Anything to do with a partner's cum, for example Come marking.

Spitroasting - A three-way sex act in which a person is penetrated orally and anally/vaginally at the same time.

Omegaverse - A kink-trope-universe build around a hierarchy of biological roles: alphas>betas>omegas.

Somnophilia - Intercourse while a sexual partner is asleep.

FWB - Friends with benefits.

Switching partners - Two or more couples having intercourse at the same time, swapping/switching their partners.

Impact play - Slapping a sexual partner, could be across the face or on their rear.

Sexual roleplay - doctor/patient play, boss/employee play, all kinds of play pretend.

Hope these could be of help! Remember, you can always come ask if something's unclear. Once again, happy creating! ❤

[spirit-lanterns]

this casino au........drooling. i wear a poker face 24/7 and can perfectly mask my emotions so.....to be a bunny getting manhandled by so many hot women trying to get me to crack sounds like heaven 😫😫😫 i'd for sure win and get them to service me 💜💜💜 (this is 🥞 from your other blog btw)

Hi 🥞 anon!

Honestly, I believe you if you say you have a pretty good poker face. That just means you win the gamble and get all the money + all the women servicing and worshiping you 🤭

I mean, the HSR women serve and worship you anyways during aftercare, but if you win the gamble, you get to “control” them during your sexual activities. They have no choice but to obey what their princess orders them <3

[imjustheremam]

Can you do a Yandere Phobos general headcanon please?

Ok!! Phobos you god complex freak I'm coming for you!!

READ REEAD!!! Warnings: this is a Gender Neutral reader, Obsession, he has God complex, kidnapping, Murder, PDA, Possessive, Manipulation and Forced relationship, Threats, Suggestive things, Forced kissing, Biting, punishment and torture.

PHOBOS

Ok... I honestly hope you die really soon or leave Nevada really soon because good lord this dude is the WORST...

If its You that made this man obsessed with you, I need you leave Nevada and never come back!! But if it's someone else then your lucky...

Phobos is the type of yandere to force his obsession into a relationship even if means he has to break them...

Now remember Phobos has god-complex so this man well makes sure you worship him even if your different....

If your a scientist, agent, soldat, engineer, or an enemy to him... he doesn't give two shits he WILL make you worship him...

He is obsessed with you aswell as possessive with you...

Now he won't stalk you... but...will send his agents and soldats after you and his minions will be questioning there purpose after spying on you...

Poor minions have to deal with phobos stupid obsession and commands...anyway...

If he sees you with your friends, say bye bye because the moment phobos sees them they will be nothing more than food for the crows...

Phobos will send his minions to kill your friends. Oh wait is your friend one his minions...guess what BAM!! They're gone...

Now when phobos had enough of spying on you for too long, he will send his minions to kidnap you. But depending how you act...

...You might get beat up for trying to resist...and Phobos will be angry as fuck...

And yes he will punish them....

Now after the kidnapping, he will keep you very close to him where you belong...

remember Phobos has god complex...yeah he also wants you to give him all the attention and worship him like the God he is...

But if you dare to give one of his scientist like crackpot or other attention he will ruin the moment by just either sending them away or straight killed them right infront of you....

Yea you have no friends...but that o- yea that is not ok...

Anyway if you been a good girl/boy/grunt he will reward you with affection and cuddles, he will even spoil you and probably secretly worship but unnoticed by everyone including you...

Oh but if you don't act like one, he will punish you and punishments are horrible like God damn you won't survive...

Also I need you to kiss him before he grabs you head and kisses you roughly because it's fucking scary and I know it...

He likes to bite you on your shoulder because it's probably the best place for him to show that he owns you and no one else....NO ONE ELSE...

now threats is not even a threat...it's a FACT, if you ever disobeyed him and act like a "bitch" this man will threatened you saying he will punish you and actually will do it... so behave...

Now you be force to be his little goddess, pet, or servant... depending on how you act... but hey atleast he spoils you...if you behave

Ok he will do PDA... like literally... but I don't like to talk about that so were gonna skip it....

Now Manipulation is something else... because it depends on how things go

if he had kidnapped you first, Manipulation won't work on you that much but you being in harms away, his words might persuade you...

Now if it was before he kidnapped you, I believe he would have easily have you wrap around his fingers, even if you work for the enemy he still gonna have it is way why? Because his a G O D

"Don't disobey me... pet/servant, you don't wanna end up like the others...do you?...so be a good pet/servant and obey your god..."

Bonus player and Viewer:

Now you probably know about a few aus about player, except for viewer that a new au I made up...

For Player being a world of madness that has godly powers is too much so this is what I would think of player

Is player(aka you) would have some ability like able to control the main 4 and others like puppets and can use cheat codes...

but even that power can't save you from phobos obsession...

But lucky for player they can control the main 4 and others, making him struggle more and probably would die trying to get to you...

Phobos wouldn't worship you why? Because their can only be one true god here and thats... him

instead he would force you into a relationship even if you disagree... but the relationship his going to be violent one...

Player may be able to use cheat codes but phobos will always get them back

Now Viewer

Despite you being a "God" in their world, your still a fragile human and phobos knows...

He even might try to break the game rules if he has to...

Viewer(aka you, again) isn't from the game we all know but the cartoon series we all know, as their ability is to rewind or go forward like a viewer...

Viewer can pause and move around but can't move the characters in the series...

However, when player pauses the game they can't move only go on menu but, for viewer it's quite the opposite...

But unlike player being called a God, viewer is call a parasite or a unknown entity in their cartoon world...

Now phobos can easily take advantage of viewer because viewer can't fight back...

But phobos would also be enraged, because viewer can just rewind the video and basically not let phobos capture them...

But then again viewers are more weaker and fragile than player, and it takes them like a few minutes or more to pause or rewind the video...

Just like any other phobos he wants you to worship him and force you into a relationship but it would be more of a... crazier than the game version of phobos...

Both phobos are the same but cartoon would be the worst...trust me viewer can fight or do anything so if viewer is trapped and can't use their rewind ability...their fucked...

Yeah now it's time for me to work on one-shot Sanford. I hope you like it if not then sorry to disappoint you buddy... here have a gif:

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hi! I'm back! Thanks for clarifying my question :D.

So I read through your Q&As about SAGAU x BSD, and I had another question: how exactly do you decide if a character hunts the Reader or not? Like, most Imposter!AU fics let the Archons (except Nahida) hunt Reader down. Your post about Neuvillette makes me wonder if the same happens to other naturally-attuned characters like Kazuha or Venti (He is literally a wind spirit). Please take no offense in this ask. I'm just confused about most Imposter!AU world-building :C.

Have a nice day!

Hello! You are welcome to ask as many questions, as you want, I will be happy to answer them.

____

How do I decide, what characters hunts Reader?

I just think about GI Character, and if it will be 'understandable', why they are chasing after Reader on Fake Creator's orders.

Fake Creator, in this crossover, are a villain with good reputation. They aren't a tyrant, they are a good ruler. They don't give people any reason to fear them or start a coop.

And Fake Creator have power and respect.

Even Fontaine, right now, the only nation, that is somewhat against Fake Creator, won't say a word against them.

Archons were 'raised' to love and worship Creator. Archons have 'raised' their nations to love Creator.

But, some people, can't follow Fake Creator blindly.

They either have a feeling, that Fake Creator are a fake (Alice, Albedo, Nahida, Aranaras, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Melusines, Wanderer...), understand, that Reader are innocent and don't try to commit a crime (Jeht, Fischl, Bennett, Razor, Yoimiya...) or outright horrified of Fake's orders (Diona, Barbara, Yaoyao, Baizhu, Qiqi, Itto and his gang, Navia and Spina di Rosula...). Furina hates Fake Creator.

Fake Creator still have many supporters.

________

About Kazuha and Venti.

First, a little bit of lore.

As I mentioned here, Fake Creator stole powers from previous reincarnations' belongings, artifacts and bones. And it affected the powers, they absorbed.

Any powers, that were absorbed from belongings, artifacts, clothes and other similar things are 'pure'. It feels like it always belonged to Fake Creator. People will feel warm and calm near it. It's the power of First Creator. The way it meant to be. And, if Reader spent more time in Teyvat, their powers would fell the same way.

The powers, that were absorbed from bones and remains of previous reincarnations' are 'tainted'. It makes people feel uneasy, cautious and nervous.

Tainted Powers are still First Creator's powers, they can be used to create. But, even looking at them makes people horrified.

Yet, people can get used to them.

There is also one difference between two kinds of powers. A very important one.

Pure Powers are limited and can't be 'refiled'.

Tainted Powers are like glue. They will never truly be gone. They will stick with a person forever.

Fake Creator have enough pure power to mask tainted power. But, not enough to mask it forever.

Besides, Fake Creator must use their powers daily, to make people believe in them.

Fake Creator knew, that they would lose some followers, if they lose all of their pure powers.

So, they recreate a 'frog and boiling water' scenario.

Fake Creator, after destroying Celestia, slowly use more and more tainted powers. Making everyone getting used to them.

So, Venti and Kazuha slowly stopped seeing Creator's powers as something bad. They get used to tainted powers too much. When they saw Reader for the first time and felt echoes of pure powers from them, Kazuha and Venti froze in place. They don't understand, what it was.

Their belief in Creator crumbled.

Kazuha start thinking about his encounter with Reader. And Kazuha realized, how horrible and horrifying Fake Creator's presence felt. Now Kazuha became Reader's supporter.

Venti came to the same conclusion.

But, he is an Archon. And Fake Creator have Mondstadt people near them.

Fake Creator can call Venti a traitor and lock him. Or Fake Creator can get rid of Mondstadt.

Venti had to obey. He felt terrible, when Reader were captured. After Reader disappeared, Venti felt happiness. Yet, he prayed every day to be punished for his crimes.

Venti mopped around, until Mitchell gave him a piece of her mind and make him help in BSD Cast's revenge.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Unexpectedly Yours: Part 8

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

A/N: ive been waiting to use this gif...

Series Masterlist

Roy looked around seeing that everyone had stopped dancing, watching as you storm your way out of the ballroom. Eyes were glancing between your retreating and Roy's stunned look. He groans to himself and mumbles, "Fucking hell," promptly stomping his way out of the ballroom to follow you.

"Hey!" he calls out to you but you're ignoring him, "Stop!" he hollers again, following you to the gardens of the estate.

"Fuck," he grunts, picking up the pace and catching up to you, "Will you slow down for a moment?"

You whip around and push him back, "I've had enough of you!" you're seething, "Ever since you arrived, my world had revolved around you but not by choice! I'm tired of people telling me what to do. I'm tired of having this pressure to be with someone who doesn't want me! I'm tired of all of this!"

"Do you love Goodman?" Roy calmly asks.

"What?" you look at him confused.

"Because if you don't, then you shouldn't be with him. You deserve someone who makes you feel like you've been struck by fucking lightning. Someone who you're excited to be the first thing you see when you wake and the last thing before you sleep. You deserve someone who will worship the ground you walk on, but also someone who challenges you. Someone who admires your tenacity and passion. Does Goodman do that?"

You stare at him in silence and so he continues, "You think I don't want you, but I do. God, I want you," he states. He pauses to wait for any kind of reaction but you remain silent, "Ever since I came here, you're all I've thought about. You've consumed my every being. You've brought life back into me...but I don't think I'm a good enough man for you. I don't think I deserve love and I struggle to let people in. But every time I see you with Goodman, I think about how much I would regret not even trying to fight for you."

"I'm sorry I've hurt you and caused you so much distress since arriving to Richmond. That was never my intention. If you want me to fuck off, I'll obey your wishes. But if you care for me just as much as I care for you, I will do anything you ask of me."

You stare at Roy in silence. You're completely stunned by his outburst of a confession, but hearing his love and adoration for you...it stirs something in you.

You immediately grab Roy by the lapel, pulling him to press your lips against his. He's taken but surprise but then you feel his hands cup your face. His lips moving against yours in the heat of the moment causing a fire to burn in your belly. You feel absolutely consumed by him in this kiss until-

"Y/N L/N!" your mother screeches and you immediately pull away, lips swollen and slightly out of breath.

Your mother is followed by your father, Keeley, Jamie, Jeffrey, and Clara. Your father is trying to calm your mother as she bounds towards you in a furry, "What on Earth do you think you two are doing?! Such a scandal!"

Roy steps forward, "Ma'am, I'm sorry-"

"You'll have to marry now!"

Your eyes widen, "Mother-"

"No! There's no choice now. You have to marry Lord Kent because if word gets out that not only you two were unchaperoned but also found in such a compromising position, you'll be ruined! Not to mention the disrespect on Mr. Goodman!" she gestures to Jeffrey and he looks at you with sympathy, but no malice. He gives you a nod and mouths, "It's okay," which already lightens the load on your shoulders.

Roy clenches his jaw, straightens his back and says, "I'll marry her."

You whip your head to Roy and you look at him in surprise. He completely turns to you and grabs your gloved hand, "I meant what I said, Y/N. Truly. If you'll have me, I will do anything you ask of me, anything to make you happy."

You find yourself breathlessly nodding, "I'll have you," you turn to your parents, "We'll marry."

Your mother nods in satisfaction, "Good. We'll be taking our leave then," she immediately grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you away.

Roy then steps up to your father, "Will you be available tomorrow afternoon to discuss affairs, sir?"

"I will, my Lord."

Roy nods and sees to walk back towards the house leaving behind your father, Keeley, Jamie, Jeffrey, and Clara.

Jamie claps Jeffrey on the shoulder, "Sorry, mate, looks like that courtship isn't happening."

Jeffrey shrugs, "As long as she's happy. However, I thought her and Lord Kent didn't get along."

Clara sighs, "It's complicated, but it seems they've uncomplicated it...finally."

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You don't listen to your mother as she scolds you throughout the entire ride back home. You stare out of the carriage with a small smile on your lips. The lips that Roy kissed.

Your father, noting the dreamy look on your face, sighs and places a hand on your mother's lap, "Darling, I think that's enough."

"But-"

"I'm not sure why you're upset, honestly. You wanted them to be together, yes?"

Your mother huffs, "Yes, but I didn't want it to happen so scandalously!"

"The only people who found them were us and her friends. I doubt they'll tell anyone."

"But-" your father gives her a pointed look and she drops the subject. She looks back at you, also noting the look on your face and she's no longer upset. You look so...in love. Your mother hopes that Lord Kent will keep his word and do everything to ensure your happiness.

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When you arrive back home, you bid your parents good night and head upstairs. However, instead of going to your room, you head straight to Cece's.

You slowly open the door and peek in, "Cece?" you whisper.

You watch as she rolls in her bed, "Y/N?" she sits up, rubbing at her eyes, "Is something wrong?"

You slip into her room and sit at the edge of her bed, "I have some news that I think you'll like."

That seems to wake her up as she sits up in bed, "What is it?!"

You chuckle at her excitement, "Roy and I will be getting married."

Her eyes widen and jaw drops, "What?! Really?! Tell me everything!"

You giggle, "I will but let me change and I will come back and tell you everything."

She groans, "Y/N! No! Tell me now! I've been waiting for this for months!"

"Fine, fine," you pull your young cousin close and tell her the events of the night. She was squealing and jumping in her bed.

"I knew it! I knew it! I told you he loves you!"

"Ssshhh!!" you pull her back down, "Mother and father will be upset if they knew you're awake!"

"Well, that's your fault for waking me!"

You softly smile at your cousin, "You should go back to sleep now."

"I can't! I'm too excited to talk to Phoebe about this!"

You quietly laugh, "Well try your best to go back to sleep, hm?"

"I'll try," Cece says as she slips back under her covers. You pull them up to her chin and you kiss her head. As you walk back to her door, she calls for you, "Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"I'm glad you and Roy are finally together. Now you live happily ever after."

You nod, "Thank you, Cece. Good night," you exit her room and softly close the door behind you.

You let out a deep breath and head to your room, ready to sleep after such an eventful night.

[darkfluffydragon]

Cookie Run AU Ideas #5: Infoxication

This au is set pre-corruption, though it begins slowly. Knowledge is beloved by all, seen and treated as though he were a divine deity. While he may not want their worship, he cannot find it in himself to deny their gifts and affection. All he can do is return what they give him the only way he knows how, through knowledge.

He teaches them right and wrong, he teaches them the way of words, consequences and long-term results. He teaches them during day and plans what to teach them next at night. They continue and they continue and they continue, asking for more and more and more. And what can Knowledge do but obey?

His friends tell him to stop. They tell him to rest, that he can say ‘no more’. He does not have the heart to do that, yet he is so, so tired.

“Tell me, my creators, any god who will listen, tell me what I can do? What I should do?”

And his pleas are answered in the form of gold. Gold gears, splitting rifts, the eternal ticking of time. Time and her. She who appeared before him with her spinning eyes, and makes him fall. He descends, with no way of stopping, his thoughts fracturing under the countless lives he should not know, he cannot know for his mind cannot handle this everything.

He falls and he awakes, The Five Virtues The Five Beasts dammed to the hell that is a silver prison his friends surrounding him in worry. He cannot answer their calls, he cannot recall which him is this timeline’s him. Is he Shadow Milk Cookie? Is he Knowledge? Is he fated to corrupt under the weight of his own ingredients, under the weight of the cookies he thought loved him back?

How can he save his friends, if he cannot even keep the shards of his own self together?

At some point in the timeline, TK kidnaps SMC and forces him to work in the TBD :D PV will join him one day >:3

Croissant: TK: :) Croissant: that's the beast of deceit TK: Yes Croissant: What- What did you do to him? Why is he yellow? He looks traumatised TK: he needed to be in the TBD colour palette

also, I've thought up three more AUs since I last made that list lmao. System Error, My Student, and Practice Makes Perfect

[malachiexists13]

EXPLANATION POST: Here

TLDR: I'm doing Kinktober this year using a list I made myself. The blank version is available in the post linked above. Below is the list I'll be editing over the month of October to show what I am writing/not writing and I'm only doing up to two prompts per day. You can submit multiple prompts and there's no limit to how many per character but I cannot promise that they'll all be written this year. Some may be saved for next year.

CHARACTERS

[OBEY ME] Lucifer || Leviathan || Belphegor || Solomon || Barbatos

[IKESEN] Mitsuhide Akechi || Mitsunari Ishida || Ranmaru Mori || Kanetsugu Naoe || Kenshin Uesugi || Kicho

[IKEVAMP] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart || Comte de Saint-Germain || Sebastian || Johann Georg Faust

[IKEPRI] Chevalier Michel || Licht Klein || Gilbert von Obsidian

[IKEVIL] William Rex || Ellis Twilight || Elbert Greetia

[GENSHIN IMPACT] Aether || Venti || Zhongli || Albedo || Xiao || Kaedehara Kazuha || Thoma || Gorou || Shikanoin Heizou || Tighnari || Cyno || Wanderer/Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche || Alhaitham || Kaveh || Lyney || Freminet || Neuvillette || Wriothesley || Kinich

[DEMON SLAYER] Giyuu Tomioka || Obanai Iguro || Michikatsu Tsugikuni || Yoriichi Tsugikuni

[JUJUTSU KAISEN] Choso Kamo

As the writer, I reserve the right to deny any prompts that I do not feel comfortable writing or any requests from people who are rude and/or disrespectful. If I do not post your request on the day you asked for, it means I either chose not to write it or I may have saved it for next year. Please do not harass and/or send me messages asking about it.

Requests OPEN

Crossed Out - Not Writing It || Blue Text - Author Picked || Purple Text - Requested

DAY 1: Porn Actors AU || Anonymous Sex || One Night Stand

DAY 2: Handjobs || Fingering || Piercings

DAY 3: Orgasm Control || Squirting || Cumming Early/Prematurely

DAY 4: Make-Up Sex || Mirror Sex || Bondage

DAY 5: Phone Sex || Guided Touching || Rough Sex

DAY 6: Against A Wall || Sixty-Nine || Creampie

DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation || Sex Toys || Breath Play

DAY 8: Workplace Sex || Car Sex || Desk/Office Sex

DAY 9: Choking || Dacryphilia || Hate Sex

DAY 10: Accidental Stimulation || Humiliation || Clothes On

DAY 11: Wet Dreams || Sexual Fantasy || Femdom

DAY 12: First Time/s || Role Reversal || Dirty Talk

DAY 13: Striptease || Fetish Clothing || Lingerie

DAY 14: Discipline/Punishment || Praise/Degradation || Teasing

DAY 15: Bathroom Sex || Public/ Outdoor Sex || Hair-Pulling

DAY 16: Pregnancy Sex || Overstimulation || Lap Dance

DAY 17: Spanking || Roleplay || Blood

DAY 18: Dry Humping || Aphrodisiacs || Intoxication

DAY 19: Begging || Crossdressing || Stomach Bulge

DAY 20: Infidelity/Cuckolding || Threesome || Cunnilingus

DAY 21: Anal/Pegging || Size Difference || Shower/Bath Sex

DAY 22: Breeding || Heats/Ruts || Thigh-riding

DAY 23: Strap-On || Cum Dump || Knotting

DAY 24: Facesitting || Deepthroating || Masturbation

DAY 25: Exhibitionism || Getting Caught || Voyeurism

DAY 26: Double Penetration || Orgy || Switching Partners

DAY 27: Casual Sex/FWB || Monsterfucking || Daddy Kink

DAY 28: Biting/Marking || Jealousy || Possessiveness

DAY 29: Mommy Kink || Blowjob || Blindfolds/Restraints

DAY 30: Cockwarming || Somnophilia || Foreplay/Aftercare

DAY 31: Worship || Sub/Dom || Vanilla Sex || Free Space

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DAY 1: Disaster ||

DAY 2: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 3: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 4: "Forgive Me, Baby?" ||

DAY 5: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 6: Hard to Say No ||

DAY 7: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 8: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 9: Detestation or Adoration? ||

DAY 10: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 11: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 12: A Bet ||

DAY 13: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 14: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 15: Apprehension ||

DAY 16: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 17: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 18: A Lesson in Botany ||

DAY 19: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 20: Sweet Addiction ||

DAY 21: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 22: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 23: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 24: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 25: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 26: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 27: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 28: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 29: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 30: Nothing to be seen here yet

DAY 31: Nothing to be seen here yet

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All works found in these masterlists are only posted to Tumblr and Archive of Our Own under the name "Malachi Exists" or another variation with the number "13". If they are found elsewhere, that means it is a stolen work and should be reported as such.

[noirs-pages]

Diavolo 1

Summary: A morning with you and your pet Diavolo, who always insists on sleeping with you.

(haaaaa I really hate the grind of this game. Really am spoiled by Arknights, not that it’s a breeze but at least I don’t have to rely on stupid huge numbers for, like, 2 minutes of story. Anyways, house pet au, but obey me this time.)

Honestly, you could never understand the reverence a lot of your fellow ex-students would give towards their own pets. There’s nothing inherently wrong with it, but there’s something about the kind of worship they’d show that would put a bad taste in your mouth. You treat something like a untouchable god, you inevitably end up putting a distance that you’ll never want to cross.

Those students packed on so many rules, they never failed to stifle you just by hearing them. And oh, the amount of times you were forced through lecture after lecture about the “proper” way to respect your pet, like you haven’t had Diavolo for years. All because he just so happens to be a creature that all other pets bow down to.

You must always wait for him to eat before you do. You must give up your bed if he finds it suitable. Never sleep in the same space as him. Clean yourself up, as your conduct reflects his. Correct your stance, as you must hold up to the reputation such as creature has.

Fuck off.

You can imagine all those high class people clutching at their pearls when you woke up to Diavolo flat on the back of your head, all four wings spread right over your face and ears like he’s trying to keep the sun’s leaking rays out. His little claws were lightly hooked on your scalp, just to keep himself from sliding down.

You reached up, slowly nudging the dozing creature off your head and onto the pillow next to you. Naturally, the loss of warmth woke him up, though he wasn’t fully alert. He looked ready to fall back asleep but he could never sleep without you nearby. You sat up, allowing Diavolo to crawl and curl into your lap. His leathery wings twitched and flapped and you couldn’t resist smoothing your thumb over them.

“Mornin’ little guy,” you sighed out, patting his back of dark red scales with flecks of gold. "You're more tuckered out than usual, huh?"

No matter how many years have passed, you still find his pattern to be fascinating. The vibrancy of that gold was suiting for his status, though even with that fact made apparent to you time and time again, it still felt far away.

The most powerful pet known to anyone, as you’ve been told, and yet it has not clicked with you. Diavolo is just Diavolo to you. Nothing more than a small demonic dragon that wants to be spoiled by your touches.

“Hm?” the curtains of your room weren’t exactly the blackout kind, but there’s just enough darkness to highlight the vein-like patterns on a certain pet’s tail. “Oh, it’s you. Morning. Shouldn’t you be with Solomon?”

And, of course, the little critter with the odd skeletal wings for horns never said a word to you beyond a very slow blink.

“You here for Diavolo again?” you laid back down, losing all motivation to get up, “Well, you’re gonna have to wait. I’m still tired.”

After Solomon’s trip up a mountain for a specific flower for his potions, you need all the rest you can get. He may be letting you stay here in his house, but your body was a thing with limits and you’re not about to exceed them. He can stand to let you be a little selfish, especially since, if you ever wanted to leave, his little pet Barbatos would follow you.

Somehow or another, Diavolo managed to charm him and it’s been a thing Solomon has never let go of. It’s hilarious, really.

"You can get on the bed if you want. I won't tell Solomon." Anyways, you’ll get up in about an hour. Nothing too bad.

[mysticreigns2]

Thunder bolt and lightning 1

Au!Roman reigns (Perseus) x Katerina (OC)

⚡ warnings: heavily based in Greek mythology with some imagination thrown in, angst.

⚡tag list: @acknowledge-reigns @romanreignshairdresser @zillasvilla @romanthereigns

⚡Banner is made by me. Do NOT repost my fics without my permission! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated.

⚡word count: 1.2k

Argos

"without the humans worship, brother, we will cease to be immortal!" Zeus bellowed, his brother Posiden wanting to give the humans mercy for defying them. Zeus was watching his creation turn on him, anger filling his eyes. His once beautiful humans had turned on him, just like Hades had predicted they would.

"they destroy my statue and I'm just supposed to show them mercy?" Zeus's voice boomed. Posiden wasn't afraid of his brother by any means but he was tired of his arrogance "perhaps that's the problem brother, you demand to much of them" Posiden said, disappearing in a splash of water. Zeus wasn't going to listen to anyone, his arrogance was always his downfall.

"I will have order!" Zeus bellowed, slaming his fist onto the arm of his throne.

On earth, acrisius, king of Argos was leading an army of men to a siege on mount Olympus. He grew tired of being forced to obey whatever the gods wanted. He dreamed of a world where humans would be able to live without being forced to worship the gods to feed their immortality. Like Zeus, his arrogance would eventually lead to his downfall.

Zeus, angered that acrisius had destroyed his home, visited the Queen of Argos, acrisius wife, Danae, while acrisius was away. He disguised himself as the king, and ravaged Danae in a way that acrisius never could. When Danae realized it was Zeus she had slept with and not her husband, she tried to hide it, but Zeus' sees had begun to grow in her womb. When acrisius discovered the child wasn't his, he put Danae and her newborn child in a wooden box and threw them into the ocean.

Zeus having seen this, struck acrisius with a lightning bolt, horribly disfiguring him. Acrisius had no choice but to hide in the underworld with Hades, plotting his revenge, seething at the idea of Zeus' downfall. Hades, tricked by his brothers into the underworld, was all to willing to help acrisius, but made him wait until the time was right "the child is the key!" Hades haunting voice echoed "he is the key to Zeus' downfall! Time is on our side, my friend. Here let me share some of my power with you" Hades said, putting his hand to acrisius' forehead.

"you can now do all the things I can do, my army is at your fingertips. But until the child is grown he is off limits. If you break this rule, you will lose the power I've given you" Hades said, waiting for acrisius' answer.

Acrisius agreed, though begrudgingly "off you go. I will let you know when the day comes. Until then keep yourself busy."

In the Mediterranean sea, a small fishing boat had heard what sounded like a baby crying. They had come across a wooden box floating in the middle of the ocean. The closer they got, the louder the babies cries became.

When they reached the box, they opened it to find Danae dead, and a child wrapped carefully in her arms, as if her last breath was given to protect her child. They closed her eyes, laying a coin in each one, a tribute to Charon, the ferryman.

The woman grabbed a blanket, wrapping the baby in it, his cries settling when she pressed him against her "Perseus" marmara said, looking up at her husband, who gave a nod of agreement.

As the child grew up, his parents never told him about how they found him. They saw him as a gift from the gods. A gift that they cherished and loved as their own. He grew to love fishing the seas, making the couple wonder if he was the son of posiden.

Off the shores of Argos, Perseua saw townfolk tearing down the statue of Zeus. They tied ropes around it, pulling it to the ground, the stone shattering as it hit "why do they provoked Zeus?" Perseus asked, before a loud screech echoed across the water. A creature of death flew over them. It's wings tattered and firey, as if it had been destroyed previously only to be brought back again.

The tail of the creature flicked the top of the sail, sending the fires from its body into the ship "Perseus! We have to out the fire out!" His father yelled, grabbing a bucket and giving it to Perseus. Before Perseus could scoop up the first bucket of water, another creature crashed into the boat, turning it on its side. It sank quickly, trapping his parents with it. Perseus swam quickly to the boat, trying to free his parents before the sea consumed them. Pulling as hard as he could on the boat, only for it to fall further into the abyss.

He swam to the surface, his lungs burning for air. At the surface, the debris of other sunken ships scattered across the sea. Perseus had crawled on the last remaining piece of wood that could hold his weight before passing out.

10 years later

Perseus sat alone by the fire, aware of the possible creatures that could come from the forest. Giant scorpions, hades' flying minions, and boundless other creatures that stalked the night. All his men were asleep, blissfully unaware of the danger that could appear at any time. He envied their ignorance, envied their ability to think the best of every bad situation that had occured on their journey to find the stygian witches.

His wife, Katerina, had been pulled to the underworld, prisoner of Hades insidious plot to get his father back for trapping him in the underworld in the first place. Perseus knew it was a trap and Katerina was the bait, but he had no choice. He wasn't going to let his wife be the bride of that walking corpse! The more he thought about it, about Hades laying his hands on his wife, the angrier he became.

Zeus has offered him his help, but Perseus had refused "I don't need the help of a god!" He yelled at his father, his eyebrows furrowing "why didn't you save my family when the boat capsized?"

"Perseus, that wasn't your family! I'm your family!" Zeus's voice boomed, hoping he could talk some sense into his son.

"some father you are!" Perseus scoffed, as Zeus disappeared. He knew Perseus would eventually come around in time, right now the wounds of losing those closest to him were still raw. He understood his son's anger but if he didnt learn to control it, it would be his downfall.

The sound of a branch snapping brought him out of his thoughts. He Drew his sword, fully prepared to fight whatever creature the forest had conjured up. A moment of silence, his breathing quick as if he was ready to run. A sudden neighing changed his stance. His breathing slowed as a peagasus appeared.

"the peagasus!" He turned around to see his best friend Adonis, walking towards him, in awe of the peagasus "it's a rare gift and only given To those chosen by the gods!"

Perseus rolled his eyes, disdain on his lips, but he decided to stay quiet, fearing what the others would do if they knew he was the son of Zeus.

Peagasus began to neigh in fear, the ground began to tremble, and Perseus saw the trees being thrown. Out of the forest a tower figure emerged, only one eye in the center of it's forehead. Hades had thrown Perseus his first hurdle, a cyclops.

[spicyseonghwas]

"pretty little princess" - lucas wong

pairing :: lucas wong x male reader viewer ratng :: 18+ ; sexual content genres/au's :: suggestive, smut; sugar daddy!lucas, femboy!reader content warnings :: kissing, making out, degradation, blowjob (reader receiving), daddy kink, choking, belt bondage, pet names (baby, precious, pretty princess, kitten, baby boy) possible trigger warning ! reader has a small, skinny build per anon's request! this was originally posted on my old account, but an anon requested this [ask], so i gave this fic a bit of a touch-up! i decided to split this into two parts :3

mini series ! :3 | part 1 ; part 2

PART 2 content warnings (networks, please don't tag these in this chapter! only for the next one!) :: kissing, belt bondage, choking, blowjob, throatfucking, daddy kink, overstimulation, no prep for reader, rough sex, breeding, degradation, pet names, heavy body worship

you sighed boredly, letting your weight fall with gravity as you fell absentmindedly backward into the wall. your eyes nearly went out of focus as you scrolled distractedly through tiktok, paying almost no attention to the videos you were seeing on your screen. you were paying so little attention to your surroundings that you were genuinely startled when your boyfriend, lucas, slammed his hands onto the wall on each side of you.

lucas grinned, taking your chin softly in between two fingers. you were trapped now, trapped between your lover and the wall... yet you weren't the slightest bit concerned with how this might play out.

"awh, did i scare you, princess?" he cooed at you, giggling and leaning in to leave a peck on your nose. you giggled too, pouting and shoving him away playfully, with just enough force that he ended up on his back ont he edge of the bed. you looked into his eyes and sniggered again, your heart feeling warm and soft as you saw his adorable, gummy smile.

he was just too adorable.

you sauntered over and crawled slowly over him, putting your hand on his face and leaning in for a kiss. you felt your boyfriend smile into your lips as he moved his hands slowly, teasingly up your thighs, kneading his hands softly into the flesh of them for a moment. then his fingers teased the hem of your shirt, slipping like snakes underneath the fabric to gaina access to more of your body to touch.

you whimpered softly into your lover's mouth, consequently feeling him grin evilly and lick your bottom lip, asking for entrance. you gladly obliged, opening your mouth and just barely managing to get your own tongue into lucas's mouth before he was busy, already getting a taste of every inch of your mouth that he could reach.

you felt his hand wander up the back of your neck before his fingers tangled softly into your hair and pulled. your eyes fluttered shut and rolled upward into the back of your head as you succumbed to the feelings as if you had put up a fight anyways.

a soft, high-pitched moan escaped past your lips into lucas's mouth, making him chuckle into your mouth as he gave you what he knew you wanted. he gave another small, light, teasing tug on your hair before detaching his mouth from yours and sitting up. he moved into a position that made it so that he was now straddling your waist.

"eyes on me, kitten." he said quietly, and you dared not disobey.

"strip." he commanded, and you obeyed the second you were free of his weight. you quickly took off your shirt, throwing it to the side and rolling backward onto your back as you finished the job. your attention was brought back to lucas as you heard the snap of his fingers.

"i have something for you, princess." lucas whispered, grinning. he leaned over the edge of the bed and began to rummage around, coming back up with what looked to be a black shopping bag in his hand. he beckoned you over and handed you the bag.

"go into our bathroom and put this outfit on, and then come back and tell daddy what you think alright darling?"

you nodded and scampered excitedly off into your and his shared bathroom to see what was in the bag.

you dug into the black bag and felt a soft, silky cloth material at the bottom of the bag. curious, you pulled the mystery item out of its black plastic veil, and when you saw what lucas had gotten you, your eyes widened.

it was a silken pink skirt, paired with a short, plain white crop top.

you were absolutely in love with this outfit.

you looked yourself over in the bathroom mirror, trying your best not to undress yourself with your eyes.

"hot damn," you said to yourself quietly.

"oh yeah?" lucas asked, nuzzling into your neck as he slipped his hands underneath the crop top and up your chest, "you like it, princess?"

"you know just what i like, don'tcha?" you asked, giggling as you turned around and buried your nose into lucas's toned, muscled, now-naked chest.

lucas took a gentle but firm hold of your waist and directed you out of the bathroom, picking you up effortlessly and putting you on the bed close to the pillows. you lay down and lucas crawled up on top of you.

"such a pretty boy..." he whispered as his hands roamed up your waist. you blushed, wrapping your arms around his back and pulled him down, wrapping him up into a kiss. it was okay, pretty enjoyable...

until you felt his fingers wrap around your throat.

you groaned, your face turning red as your eyes fluttered closed.

"yeah?" lucas almost whispered, breaking the kiss and touching his nose to yours. "you like that, slut? you like it when i choke you?"

you whimpered and nodded.

lucas chuckled, licking your lips with the tip of his tongue and sitting up, ceasing all hands-to-you contact immediately. he simply sat on your waist for a moment, watching you struggle to catch your breath. but he just barely missed the evil glint that flitted through your eyes as you felt a carnivorous, primordial instinct kick in somewhere deep inside of you.

you sat upright, shoving him sideways off of you and taking his previous position, straddling your waist: the position lucas had previously been in. just like that, lucas was on the bottom, and you hadn't even given him the time to register that it was happening.

"what?" you taunted playfully, placing your hands firmly on the bed on either side of his head. but lucas wasn't going to let you win, not that quick. you let slip a carnal groan as he tangled his fingers into your hair and yanked once more, harder this time. he leaned down and shoved his tongue into your mouth, yanking on your hair again and letting his eyes close as his tongue tangled with yours.

you and he just lay there for a while, wrapped up in that heated makeout session, feeling every inch of each other's bodies, before lucas got up the nerve to take this little moment even further. he would not be teased- he would take not another second of it! how dare you, did you take him as some sort of fool? some sort of romanticist, content only with second base? no, lucas wanted more. he wanted you.

and he was going to have you.

he carefully removed his hands from your hair, being careful to keep his fingers from yanking at your hair as they untangled from it. he didn't want to cause you unwanted pain, he wasn't that much of a dickhead. he quickly separated himself from you and undid his belt, setting it aside before taking off his pants and boxers and tossing them away somewhere else in the room.

"gimme your wrists, kitten." he whispered, smiling as you obeyed his orders. he took your wrists and tied them together with the belt.

"god, you look so hot..." he growled, raking his eyes over your body. you giggled again, letting your own eyes roam up lucas's body as you lay there beneath him.

“you’re quite needy tonight, aren’t you, good sir?” you snickered, looking at him with that lusty mischief you knew he so loved.

you pouted and gave him the grabby hands for another kiss, to which he gladly obliged before moving his attention to the skin of your neck. he leaned in and bit down, summoning a moan out of you that just replayed itself in a higher pitch not five seconds later as his hand strayed to the obvious bulge between your thighs. you broke the kiss, your head falling backward into the blankets as your eyes closed and your face heated up. you let out a tiny, faint whimper that, unbeknownst to your already-overstimulated self, did not go unnoticed by your partner.

yukhei chuckled darkly, his deep, husky voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“what, puppy’s already overstimulated?” he goaded, “not such a leader now, are ya?” he then proceeded to dive in and lick a long, wet line from your throat towards the nape of your neck before nibbling at the sensitive skin right behind your ear.

you wrapped your arms around the back of yukhei’s neck, hiding your face in the crevice between his neck and his shoulder as you tried in vain to hold back a needy whimper. yukhei chuckled, licking your neck and removing himself from it to plant a soft, teasing kiss on your lips, to which you replied with a pout that was left unheeded.

you sighed.

this was going to be a long night... just like lucas wanted.

lucas's hand wandered up between your thighs. he purposely grazed his nails over the tip of your cock before he wrapped his hand around it completely, summoning a guttural moan out of you that made his dick twitch in anticipation of the coming events. he began to stroke your cock, slowly. painfully slowly. the pace he had adopted was aggravating, but you couldn't do shit about it.

eventually, he hitched up the hem of your skirt a bit and bent down, licking the tip of your dick, wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

"f-fuck, lucas-" you whimpered, "s-suck it right, dammit-"

lucas grinned, letting out his tongue and licking a long, thick stripe up from the base of your cock to the tip, and raked his teeth gently over your sensitive tip.

"you're such a whiner," he giggled, "it's so cute. i can't wait to play with you some more..."

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[blingblong55]

Illicit Affairs- John "soap" mactavish

F!reader!, werewolf au

This is based on a request I got

It has been a few weeks since you joined Task Force 141. Everyone has been nothing but kind, in their own ways of course. You befriend Gaz, he becomes your guide through the base. He always joked around with you. Soap wasn't so open with you, and neither was Ghost. But as the lieutenant started to get used to you, and as Gaz reassured you that now you were truly a part of the team, you couldn't help but wonder why Soap was so off. He always sat the furthest from you.

For days you thought maybe he disliked you. But that's how military men are, you said to yourself as he had yet again left the room the second you walked in.

One morning you noticed how tired he seemed. This was the best opportunity for you two to get close. "Hey Mactavish, are you alright?" you cautiously approached him. "M'fine lass, go back to sparring" his eyes never looking at yours. "No."

"no?"

"nope. I'm staying until you look well..more alive?"

The next three days he actually talked to you. He wasn't so hesitant with his words anymore. He cracked jokes around you, and every time he made you smile it was a point on his books.

For him it was scary making friends with women, he was always afraid that if at any moment you got close and he revealed his secret, you'd leave. And for days since your little conversation, he watched from far at times. Other times he was close.

Tonight was no different, he was near, his arm around your shoulder. "Eyes too pretty." you drunkenly confessed, your eyes now on his. And for a brief moment, his world went silent. It was just you and him, his blue orbs staring at yours. A cheeky smile resting on your lips.

"What'd ya say?" Price interrupts. "What?" "you think we should get out and play a little game?"

"If Bonnie here says yes I'll join." The men looked for your answer, and you nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "Right, I'll take care 1," "Me and Gaz will join Price. Soap you and the miss go walking." Ghost stood up and exited the room with the other men. "was that a code for somethin' or?" "no, but we are both bladdered"

As you two walked back to base, his arm hung from your shoulder. "This was fun" you admit. "It was, we should do this again"

He noticed how cold your skin felt as his hand brushed your arm. "c'mere" he took his jacket off and put it on you. "better?" "yes." you smiled.

This feeling in his stomach was so different. As you looked forward, he never looked away from you.

----

"It is a small heartache, then you try to repress it, you might not want it but as your body tries to walk away from it, they like a magnet attract you. And when you get close to your mate, it all turns. Its adoration, devotion, your mind will start to worship them, and of course love. Those are the signs you have found them"

"nana? you think I'll ever meet them in this life?" a young Soap looks up at his grandmother, his eyes glistening with happiness and excitement. "We all meet one at least in this life. Now to bed y'go" She kissed his forehead and the child soon slept.

----

His eyes shot wide open. This was the moment, he thought. His heart rate is racing. Was it excitement or nerves? God does he hope it's just nerves. "Soap?" You turn to him, he looks down. "Hey talk to me what's wrong?" "Nothing, I think it's just a stomach ache."

Two days after that incident. He avoided you, he was ready but were you? The love of his life was finally present. You were the girl he could take home to his mother and present as his. His best gal. When he talked to his family about the experience he knew he had to make sure you were pleased with him. He knew it was meant to be, but not you. So ever since he has been redeeming his past actions.

-- "That training left me sore," you mentioned to Gaz, soon soap rushed to you. "Sit down while I rub your shoulders ye?" You obeyed.

-- "hungry" and wouldn't you know it, he was there, holding his meal.

-- one time some soldiers gave you trouble, and he stood next to you. "you don't speak to her like that, understood?" his voice raspy, almost as if it hinted at a growl.

-- One night he passed by your room, and he stood there, protecting you from anyone.

Tonight he brought you to his room. This is the night he would tell you what he was and who you had become in his life. But it was interrupted by Price. "Go home," he said as he stood on the doorframe, he had worked hard to give his team some weeks off. A better opportunity, his plan just got better. "Oh, alright. I guess I should go and pack." And once price left, soap stopped you. "I have an idea. I've been nothing but rude, why don't we spend this break together. As-" "Friends?" you finished his sentence.

Of course, you found him attractive. You had always been attracted to the odd things in life. And when a Scottish man in a mohawk appeared in front of you, you thought, "Wow, now this is a man"

You gushed to Gaz about him, every chance Gaz had, he made you and Soap stay behind. "Maybe it'll help if he gets to know you"

"Yes, as friends" he looked a bit disappointed, but hoped that soon, the name would change.

----

At around midnight, you reached his cabin. A recommendation from his friend Simon.

"This is my home, make yer'self at home." he got the luggage out of the back of his vehicle. You look around. It was either dead in the woods or go back home. Wise choice, you thought.

"Place is beautiful soap." you both stepped inside. "none of that, call me Johnny." "alright. well, Johnny what can I do to get a drink around here?"

He chuckled. "lots of things, but not tonight." he walked into his kitchen, and came back with two beers "Here y'go" he handed you one. "can we go outside?"

----

Once outside, he lit the fire pit and you two sat round it. "Can you tell me a legend about this place?"

"Sure, y'like hairy beasts?"

"Who doesn't!" you jokingly said.

"Well, the legend goes, werewolves roam 'round this place, but not to worry bonnie, I'll protect ya from 'em"

"Are they kind ones at least?" "yes, they aren't how movies depict them at all. Few of 'em are my friends" you thought he was joking. "being serious?" your smile wiped clean from your lips.

"would you be afraid if I said yes?" He got closer. "no" you lied.

"I'm one of the monsters r/n" he just blurted it out.

"Okay, jokes over" you chuckled but soon met with a serious soap. "Seriously?" your eyes never leaving his, hoping that somewhere in his eyes the lie would surrender.

"Would you be afraid of me? What if I told you I know deep inside we are meant to be, would'ya stay?"

"No and Maybe."

"If I kissed ya and you liked it, would you stick around?"

"Perhaps"

"If I turn right now, and it was a guarantee you would be safe, would you kiss me?"

"who knows"

"Kiss me bonnie."

"what does it mean?"

"Bonnie?"

"yes, what does it mean?"

"Beautiful-" and soon your lips met his. Not sure if it was the alcohol or not that made you act this way, but he for sure liked your lips on his. "Not too fast" he warned, "Or what, you'll scratch me?" a giggle leaving your lips. "Maybe." he smiled against your lips.

----

The next day everything was a blur. But after a long breakfast talk, you had come to your senses. 1. this man was actually a werewolf. 2. You apparently hugged him and petted him(which he loved!). and 3. You cried because people made you believe people like him were monsters.

The entire morning you asked him smart yet stupid questions. And after much laughter and flirtatious comments, he was set in. You were his mate for life and he was yours.

You were puzzled, how could this be happening and was it weird you were into it all?

----

By week 2, he slowly introduced you to his basement, where he locks himself in during back full moons, the night he turned in front of you was the best he's had. He taught you how to chain him up, which you almost cried about. How can you do this to him? "it's ok r/n, this is for your own good."

"Good thing about this is you won't have to worry about shaving when I'm clearly no one to judge" he joked and you lightly pushed him. "s'not funny" your smile giving you away.

By the end of week 3, you were ovulating, something this man could sense. Unfortunately. This was something he warned you about. "It's difficult because, well I'll quite literally tell when and then I'll get all horny."

You two tried having sex. and for the better part, you both liked it. No, you weren't his first time, but man did this feel perfect. Your bodies match each other's rhythm.

By week 4 you were already used to him. His weird habits and his sense of humour.

Meanwhile, this man was already planning his life with you. He knew this change wasn't easy. God, it was very difficult. You went from living a somewhat normal life to his secret life. Over days he slowly taught you things to keep you safe from him. You hesitated at first, but for weeks you tried. You hoped somewhere sense would wait.

Was this all too fast? certainly, did you enjoy most of the ride, well that was debatable. He taught you everything about werewolves. The origin, the night terrors, and the cravings.

----

When you arrived at the base, nothing made sense. You never told anyone. You grew a little distant with Gaz, but he was more than okay when he saw you and Soap together.

You ate warm pizza, giving him some bites in between. Gaz just stood there, proud of his two friends.

"I love this. What we have is good," he confessed as he looked up from his meal.

----

For months, you and he had your little escapes. You'd run around with him at night, and you made sure no one saw you leave. At times Ghost or Price would ask where you were heading at night. "Midnight run, I still have too much energy."

You knew you were the one that could stop this relationship. That if you said the word, he'd leave whatever you two had a move on.

----

Your relations escalated fast, what began in a room ended in some street close to the base. The worst parts were during meetings when his stares would almost give your relationship away.

The sneaking around, the lies you'd tell, the stolen stares. The love that had to be suppressed leaked when contained; It had become a dangerous love.

The code words, the coded stares. He turned you into his perfect woman. And he is your perfect man.

----

1 year later

There you were, a now-retired (for now) member of the task force. Your belly is swollen and your husband standing tall next to you. After tough battles with the enemy and even tougher ones at home, you and him tested time. (family calendar: if you last 6 months it was mating time))

For you, he would lay his life on the line. For you, he would destroy himself if that meant you would be safe.

And for you, he would burn the world, if it meant you'd smile.

You made him a mess. Your soft touch, to his rough skin. Your creative and brave mind. Your courage, knowledge, loyalty. You made an idiotic fool of him, and he wore that with pride. What is a man without the woman who made him who he is today? Not a father, not a brave soldier, not a lover, not a fighter, but a coward. And before you, he was a coward.

And today you stand here, by his side, his many sides that is.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

A/n: I loved writing this! never thought I could do this but hey.. it's done now!

[goshdangronpa]

Opinion/ view on despair tsumioda? I feel like everyone's sleeping on the potential! And I also feel like I understand them too little to do something about it alone

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Thanks for the ask, talking bat! Curiously, tsumioda is not my go-to ship for either char as Remnants of Despair. Ibuki seems to have a good thing going with Hiyoko in that DR3 flashback bit, getting audiences in their worst possible feels with the dark power of music. Mikan, of course, is quite content under the high heels of her beloved, and I also have this grand AU narrative in mind of her and Mukuro falling for each other and escaping from Junko together. Separating my fave DR ship - how despairing for me personally! (Lighthearted. I'm an adult, I can multiship)

But here's an idea ... or rather, in my typical fashion, here's a whole story thing. Not a fic. More like, uh, a concept of a fic.

Goddamn, Mikan is needy.

Starved for affection her entire life, the girl's gotten greedy for her "beloved's" attention. Being worshipped like that is fun, but Junko isn't actually a god. She can't literally be everywhere and do everything. Supervising the ongoing downfall of all civilization and mobilizing worldwide forces against the organized opposition takes up a ton of time and energy - more than even the former Ultimate Analyst can give to her increasingly annoying girlfriend.

So when Mikan gets a little too demanding one day, Junko gets it. She still puts the little bitch in her place, with the kind of punishment that's not meant to be enjoyed, but she gets it. Like Gundham would say (y'know, before he got all cheerless and boring), an understimulated cat will scream all night and tear up the sofa. Maybe Mikan just needs something she can play with when Junko's not around. Maybe her pet needs a pet. Or prey. Who cares.

It's gotta be someone who's stupid and proud of it. Someone who overflows with energy, enough to tire Mikan out. And, importantly, someone with so little will of their own that they'd obey even the wimpiest and least threatening of their number. Someone like ...

Mukuro!

No, not really. But Junko would never tell her that, and she needs her toy soldier for more important things than bimbositting. So, Ibuki it is.

Ibuki was tough to crack at first. Junko thought she'd be all in for some rock 'n' roll rebellion with a fellow rule-breaking icon, but this pesky empathetic core held her back. A couple uninterrupted days in a sensory deprivation tank cured her of that. Now she parties hard to drown out the madness, obeys every command so she doesn't get punished again, abandons her own free will so she can say she was just following orders. Good enough for Junko's purposes, including this one.

So Ibuki's staying with Mikan while Junko goes on a trip (partly to take care of business, partly to get some space). She doesn't expect the needy brat to appreciate the arrangement. She doesn't care. "Just don't break her too badly," she says before leaving.

You know how one big perk of nursing for Mikan is wielding the power of life and death over her patients? While she may be giddily submissive for her beloved, she has her dominant side as well. That's the side she shows Ibuki to express her unhappiness with being left behind.

Get your head out of the gutter: this filthy, burnt, airhead musician hasn't earned anything like that from Junko's Girlfriend. The sadist makes the girl massage her, taking all the pleasure and teasing her with what she can't have (okay, maybe keep your head a little in the gutter). She makes the girl humiliate herself, commanding her to do things that even beasts might find beneath them. She pushes the girl's boundaries, testing if she even has any left after all this time.

That first day together is a good day to be Mikan Tsumiki and no one else ...

But then comes the first night.

The next day is easier for Ibuki - a surprise, and one she knows not to point out. (She's much quieter these days, at least offstage.) Mikan doesn't have as much energy for her games. A few half-hearted commands, not barked but sighed, draw only fleeting pleasure. She curls up on the couch, swirling a glass of wine, and beckons Ibuki to join. (On the floor, not on the cushions.)

Last night was Mikan's first night without Junko. No matter what they do, she always waits for her beloved to join her in bed. Sometimes she waits all night, hurting herself to jolt her body awake. After a lifetime of loneliness, she couldn't sleep well without her anymore. Doesn't Junko know that? Doesn't Junko care?

Mikan's slumped on the sofa now, cup lazily tumbling to the floor, spilling. She's so tired. She misses the weight of another body against her back, the arms possessively squeezing her even in slumber, the hot breath that penetrates her purple tangles until the little hairs on her neck bristle.

Last night, Ibuki slept as ordered: in the hall, on the bare wooden floor, like an animal, too afraid of Mikan's wrath to even use the restroom. Now, she takes a liberty.

Junko's Girlfriend gasps as someone else wraps around her from behind. There is timidity in this touch - the trace of terror Mikan had spent all yesterday instilling. Yet even daring to touch her master unbidden is an audacity. More shocking still is that in this touch, there is also tenderness. These arms are not her beloved's ... they're so slender and weak in comparison ...

But they're there. Even after everything Mikan did to her yesterday, they're there. And to their mutual shock, they're not unwelcome.

For a long moment, Mikan doesn't move. Punishment is warranted, even mandatory, lest Ibuki get any uppity notions of free will. No pets on the sofa, she should shout. But she doesn't, and she hates herself for it. As if her new, happier self had fled with the person who shaped that self, as if she were once again that pathetic child who let bullies cut her hair and mark her skin, hopeless and joyless and friendless.

Except, she had friends, didn't she? She at least had Ibuki. Fleeting moments with her come to mind for the first time in a long time, moments of joy. And if she's wrong about being friendless, and wrong about being joyless, then maybe once, at that school, she did have ...

A stronger force blocks her mind from finishing that thought. She was the first of her class to join Junko in Despair, and it won't be overcome with such ridiculous ease. But when she finally stirs, making all of Ibuki's muscles tense, it's to bring her hand over the other girl's, not interlacing or clasping but touching, resting, assuring that this is, indeed, welcome. And just like this, Mikan and Ibuki fall asleep together. When they wake up ...

Well, this has gone on long enough, don't you think?

[loweya-blog]

Satan Deity AU Headcanon

(credit to Beels Snack for photo)

Deity: Satan, The Cursed Mind

Other Titles: Keeper of Knowledge, The Masked Deity, Devastation Incarnate

Old Main Domain: Destruction

Current Main Domain: Knowledge

Other Domains: Destruction, curses, and vengeance

Symbolic Animal: Cats (It used to be something else but he actively changed it.)

Outfit: Green and black robes (unfortunately I couldn’t find a photo that matched this) 

Accessories:  Silver long earrings and occasionally a silver mask that covers half his face. 

Personal Items: Tome of curses, and a few secretly hidden cat plushies. 

Old God Era

Never had an old god era. 

BUT technically was still around. He was slowly developing in the mind of Lucifer so he could see bits and pieces of what was happening. 

He is still a culmination of Lucifer’s anger, similar to OG Obey Me. 

New God Era

When he was first born, all he could think of or do was destroy anything in his path. He was full of wrath and anger and would set off at anything. 

But over time his anger began to calm and he began exploring more identities, mostly cause he was tired of being labeled as Lucifer’s destruction. 

Eventually, he became so knowledgeable and studied so much that he was able to make himself a deity of knowledge. He could never get rid of the domain of destruction but he was able to make himself known as a god of knowledge than just destruction. 

He’s called the Cursed Mind because he knows a lot of curses but he also has ALL knowledge, including knowledge that should never be known or stuff that is so weird that he feels as though he’s been cursed. 

Still has a highly unstable relationship with Lucifer and is more than just petty to him. 

Has a better relationship with some of his brothers, like Belphie and Asmo. 

His symbolic animal used to be a unicorn but he ended up so obsessed with cats that the people worshipping him chose to associate him with cats instead of unicorns.

[katyawriteswhump]

Steddie holiday drabble: Dirty Little Secret

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 11 prompt, Royal AU (also boarding school AU--whoops!)

When Steve is sent to school in the UK, he hates everything about it. Apart from the hot guy who lurks in the shadows and seems to get away with anything he likes…

Rating: T

CW: corporal punishment, bullying, cultural prejudices, swearing. Tags: hurt/comfort, whump, fluff. WC: 979

***

From the moment Steve arrived at that creepy castle-come-college, he couldn’t do anything right. 

“You’re using the wrong spoon, Harrington,” sneered some stuck-up idiot, at Steve’s first mealtime in the vast, mediaeval-style hall.

“He wouldn’t know,” jeered another. “Americans scoff cow-pie with their fingers.”

“Hilarious,” snarked Steve. “If I’m using the wrong spoon, how come you’re the one who’s drooled soup down their tie?”

A shout of “Touché!” broke the loaded silence. 

Steve spotted the shouter sitting alone on an otherwise empty table. He flashed Steve a grin which was… Woah! Not actively hostile? And kinda cute.

The kid beside Steve tugged his hair: “Has nobody invented scissors on your side of the pond? Matron’s going to scalp you, mark my word.”

“He’s got longer hair than me.” Steve pointed to the boy sitting alone. 

“He’s not an ignorant little yank with no manners.”

“Oh, sod off.” Steve had mastered some of the lingo.

In the dorm later, somebody stole Steve’s blankets from his bed. After a night shivering, he wore the wrong sneakers—sorry, trainers!—to gym class.

The teacher didn’t let him change into boots. Steve slipped endlessly on the muddy rugby field. The only rule he fathomed was that it was fine for any bastard to dump their butt on his face. Afterwards, the teacher summoned Steve to his office.

Steve mumbled: “What’ve I done now?”

Seriously, this son-of-bitch should worship Steve! If he had the right kit—and knew the rules—he bet he could whip some serious rugby ass.

“Hold out your hand.”

“Why?”

“Don’t be insolent. Do it. Palm downward.”

Steve obeyed, flexing his fingers apprehensively. The teacher produced a wooden cane. Steve’s blood jumped. “No, no, no, no. I’ll watch my mouth. Wear the right shit… uh, kit. Please!”

“You’ve earned five. One more word, it’ll be ten. On your rear.”

Steve battled his panic, fretted his lip. The cane came lashing down, razing a fiery trail across his hand. He smothered a whimper, swallowed bile. By the fifth strike, his knees had turned to jello. His hand was red, his knuckles puffy with one split.

“You’re dismissed, Harrington.”

He drifted mindlessly through the showers, got dressed, wandered out, cradling his hand. Totally lost, he encountered his hated dining companions:

“His socks are falling down! He’s so stupid, he can’t hook his suspenders.”

Steve was terrified of losing his shit, giving these dickheads the triumph of seeing how badly he was hurting, how horribly alone he felt. So…

Steve shoved the lead bully, who crashed onto their butt.  “What moron’s wear sock suspenders? Screw the lot of you!” 

Steve could’ve handled any one of them; with wrecked knuckles, though, no way could he handle six. He wound up curled in a ball, enduring a brutal kicking. As the blows kept coming, he sank beyond wretched, losing his fight against furious tears.  A shout interrupted: “Hey, scumbags—scoot! NOW!”

The kicking stopped. Steve curled even tighter. Everything hurt, his head pounded, and he tasted blood. A gentle touch on his shoulder made him flinch: “Hey, are you alright?”

Steve swiped his damp cheekbones, peeped up. His rescuer was the boy who dined alone, with the cute smile and long, unruly hair. Up close, his brown eyes were mesmerising… and kind.

“Come on, you.”

Dazed, Steve let the other boy help him up. He took him to the matron, who seemed oddly nervous at their arrival. Steve perched on the edge of a bed, while his knuckles were bandaged, his other wounds tended. The other boy—Steve still didn’t know his name—held ice to Steve’s swollen brow till Steve’s uninjured hand stopped trembling enough to hold it himself.

“You can go, Matron,” said the boy. She obeyed. With a curtsy! These Brits sure were odd. Steve was still hurting badly, still furious at the whole world. Yet, now they were alone, he longed to throw his arms around this other boy and sob shamelessly. He was so mixed up.

“Steven Harrington, right? The US envoy’s son?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m Eddie. Can I call you Steve? The surname crap makes us sound like a load of wankers. Which, let’s face it, most kids in this dump are.”

“No shit.” Steve chuckled, which made his face ache. 

“Besides, it’s hopeless for me.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Nobody dares say it.” Eddie leaned closer and his adorable grin spread slowly. “I’m the illegitimate son of the Duke of Cumbria.”

“He’s a prince! So you’re—”

“A dirty royal secret.” Eddie jokily pressed a finger to his lips, which Steve couldn’t stop staring at. Steve’s heart hammered like he’d met the Stones or the Beatles. Though, Eddie was the opposite of famous: “This dustbin has hid little secrets like me for centuries. I still get MI5 protection, if needed, and… nobody dares lay a finger on me. Or my chums. Not that I have any, because—”

“—they’re all complete wankers?”

“You’re fluent already, Stevie.” Stevie? Steve blushed and looked away. Eddie tenderly cupped Steve’s chin and turned his face back, tugging a slight smile from Steve, in defiance of his split lip. Eddie grinned all the harder.

The ‘dirty secret’ didn’t just get his own table. He got his own spacious dorm room. Steve moved his stuff in two days later, to find Eddie in a different mode—twitchy and bashful, endlessly fiddling with his hands. “Thanks,” murmured Eddie, as if Steve had done him the favour.

“Woah. That’s my line, right?”

“No. Look, I need to get this out.” Eddie paced, folded his arms. Unfolded them again. “I’m gay, Steve. And I like you. I’m not going to press myself on you or anything, but… It’s okay to have second thoughts. I can arrange for you to have a separate room, if you prefer.”

Steve shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “No sweat, Eds.”

He only hoped it wouldn’t be too long before his almost-prince stole a kiss. 

***

Thanks for reading :)

[phoebe-delia]

One Day More (Harry Potter Version)

Okay I have written a little HP-themed parody of "One Day More" from Les Miserables. Because it wouldn't leave my mind once I thought of it.

I'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense to read over text, especially the ending since it's technically a bunch of characters singing their parts until they all come together for the last few lines. If you're not familiar with Les Mis I suggest you listen to the song before you try to read the lyrics.

ALSO a few notes here. I have put commas and dashes in order to indicate the rhythm at which certain words are said to fit with the timing/rhythm of the original lyrics, if that makes any sense. Also this IGNORES some of canon. Dumbledore is alive, and I basically just sorta wrote what I wanted without regard for what had actually *happened* on the day before the war.

Also, yes, this takes place (in my AU) the day before the final battle.

Here's a link to the original song.

[Dumbledore:] One day more A day that divination long forebode

The seeds I planted then will now be sowed. The orphaned babe from decades past

Will fin'lly fill his fate at last One day more [Harry:]

My life-long war could be near end

Will—I-see-days, beyond tomorrow? [Dumbledore:] One day more [Ron & Hermione:]

How long we wasted in denial

But what, is left I’ll share entirely

[Draco:] How have months undone my life? [Ron & Hermione:] I regret the pain I’ve caused [Draco:] How’s my enemy my hero? [Ron & Hermione:] All the pride I let consume [Draco:]

Could it be I’ve been so wrong? [Ron & Hermione:] I will fight here by your side [Draco:] Could he ever take my hand? [Remus:]

I’ll avenge them one by one

[Harry:]

All I’ve done has led to now

[Remus:]

But their deaths won’t be in vain

[Harry:]

I will do what’s right and just

[Remus:]

Victory now won’t bring them back

[Harry:]

Riddle’s reign will end with me

[Remus:] But my marauders fight with me! [All:] The time is now The day is here [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Voldemort:] One more day till I’m triumphant

I’ll be on my well-earned throne

They are foolish child fighters

They will soon learn to obey [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Bellatrix & Greyback:] Little tyrant tykes

Screamin’ for their mums

Fun to teach ‘em lessons

About who’s in charge Spook ‘em with a sneer

Hit ‘em with a hex See ‘em runnin, squealin

Like a pen of pigs! [The D.A. Students:]

This is not a war we started

This is not a fight we chose

But if they won’t lend an ear

We will shout our battle cries

This ends with our generation

Evil won’t win on our watch

Stand your ground and raise your wands

[Harry:] My place is here I fight with you! [Dumbledore:] One day more!

[[ALL SUNG AT THE SAME TIME]]

[Ron & Hermione:]

How long we wasted in denial

I swear I’ll never leave your side

And all the time I’ve got I’ll give you [Draco:] Could he ever take my hand? [Voldemort:]

I will finally kill that Potter

Now his luck is all run out

They will see that he’s no hero

They will worship me instead [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Bellatrix & Greyback:] Little tyrant tykes

Screamin’ for their mums

Fun to teach ‘em lessons

About who’s in charge [Voldemort:] One more day till I’m triumphant

I’ll be on my well-earned throne

They are foolish child fighters Tomorrow fills the prophecy [Dumbledore:] Tomorrow is the fated day Tomorrow fills the prophecy [All:] Tomorrow nothing that we’ve known will ever be the same again One more fight One more war One day more!